#plot with smut

[runavik]

Friend: “How do you know so much about reptile anatomy?”

Me, research-driven pwp writer:

[jinxedmuse]

pig tails, — Adrian Chase

in which: (a very married) adrian chase develops a crush on the younger waitress at his job, always sporting neat pigtails

or, a cautionary tale of how the workplace situationship with the older disturbed man will ruin your life!!!!! the sex will be bomb, tho

graphic - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

playlist: les tulipes - illiona, show me how - men i trust, dark red - steve lacy, young folks - peter bjorn and john, sweet - cigarettes after sex, talk - hozier, psycho killer - talking heads, lose control - silk, knee socks - artic monkeys, vowels = space and time - grimes, father figure - george micheal, stand by me - , breath - olly alexander , sad girl - lana del ray, spit - show me the dead bodies

what I imagine he sounds like during <that> scene ;)

wc: 16k.. definitely still not a short blub, I advise you to get comfy 😅

wtk: DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT this is lowkey whump…, for x fem readers with a vagina. plot with porn…but really what plot??? idek lol, Adrian Chase AUASPD (autism + antisocial personality disorder), no use of y/n, age gap that they play into/lowk ddlg, thriller, sugar daddy x baby arrangement, dubious consensual workplace affair, infidelity, creepy unsettling pervy and misogynistic thinking, adrian performs gun-play on himself, “just the tip” dubcon, intimacy kink, both think they’re manipulating each other, blowjob/face fucking, “sweetie, pie, gorgeous, pretty little girl, & daddy, sir, mister, meanie” used as nicknames, yelling in argument, negging. smashing of plates, breaking & entering, full nelson p in v, condom sex (rare for me ik, wrap it b4 you tap guys!!!), the implication… is implied, murder, mentions of torture, aspd breakdown/narcissistic collapse, blood in non sexual context, gaslighting, shove in argument, exhibition, stalking, stealing, dacryphilia, breeding, angst if u squint or if ur sensitive lol

an: happy holidays! & happy new year! 2026, wow! thanks again for all the attention of my first adrian post, he’s so fun to write & you were all so sweet + welcoming <3 This was supposed to go up on Halloween, but I lowk went on a bender over that weekend and struggled to finish this for a bit after due to work & general adhd procrastination/laziness lol. not peer reviewed, just google docs spell check and a dream so terribly sorry for any mistakes. I’ll think about revisiting and fixing errors but for now I accept all the charges against me, your honor. This might be one of the darkest pieces I’ve written + uploaded publicly LOL and it’s funny because I feel like their sex is wholesome in this one? Just need to get all these dark ideas out my system before i can write fluff for him (and other characters, please send me ask/req!!!) 🙈! hold this for now though, until later ~

+ this is an au, he’s a manager instead of a busboy, more of an organized style serial killer than a disorganized serial vigilante. You are a metahuman! & for the purpose of this one shot you have thick healthy hair, whatever hair pattern/type that is! Okay baddie? Okay! however old you are, just imagine he’s 10-15 years older than you. In my case, I imagine he’s late 30’s. Has been married to his wife for 4 years. Heavily influenced by Nile from "the beast in me", & this 36 year old at my job who totally wants to fuck me LMAO #would (also more s2 adrian-esque looks wise )

“Yes, I know mom. Of course I’m being cautious when am I not?” You complained 

You moved in with your boyfriend of 2 years a couple months ago and your mom was still constantly being a worry wart. You know it’s out of love but it makes you anxious at times. 

Absent-mindedly listen to her instructions, giving a couple “mhm”s and “yeah”s here and there to show you were still listening even though you weren’t. 

“Agh, babe I hate when you do this” your boyfriend throws his jacket onto you 

You had a habit of turning invisible when you were either extremely underwhelmed or overwhelmed. You’re a meta human but he isn’t.

The disconnect felt isolating at times, especially now since the move and you’ve been having trouble finding a job in this economy but you tried not to take it personally. 

Besides, you didn’t make it a habit to use your power often. Only to get out of trouble but there wasn’t much of that around these days. 

“Okay. Love you too mom. Yeah, okay. Bye!” Finally hanging up you toss the phone onto a pillow and stand up, hugging your boyfriend from the back while he went through the closet 

He smelled of wet cement from his construction job, weed and a musky forest trail, raspberry cologne. a gift you got him for his birthday during your first year together and he’s worn it ever since. 

“Babe, is that just for you or are you selling again?” 

He halted whatever he was looking for, turning his head to the side to look at you a bit, “Why would you ask me that? I told you already I stopped selling.” 

“I know it’s just—sorry. Of course.” You unravel yourself from the position and sit back on the bed. 

Your boyfriend had already been on probation once for distributing substances, it took a while for you guys to rebuild trust. And even after you did, he never truly got back your family’s approval. 

No wonder they were worried when you said you were moving in with him but you were an adult now, making your own decisions and you decided to trust his word. 

“Can I borrow the car to drop off my resume at some places?” You ask

“Yeah sure. The key is on the kitchen counter, but need it back by 7pm on the dot though.” He replies without looking back

You stifle the sigh that came over you, it was getting discouraging not being able to find a job but more so having to share a car. Adamant on not being a burden or dead weight, even though he said it was fine with this new job you hated being another stereotype couple. 

You grab your folder with multiple copies of your resume and look through the job flyers you intended on visiting today. One of them was “Fennel Fields.” a nice Italian diner type restaurant you liked frequenting with friends and family. 

You tuck them all into your bag satchel, give your boyfriend a quick peck on the lips bye as he scrolled through his phone on the couch and were out the door. 

It was already 5:47pm when you were pulling into the very full parking lot of Fennel after having passed through 6 different establishments for a job, two of which even gave you an interview on the spot but you had a feeling you wouldn’t be hearing back from them. 

Your boyfriend already called twice but you weren’t in the mood to answer at the moment, getting rushed only stressed you out more.

With a sigh, you get out of the car and make your way inside the restaurant which was bustlingly busy. Family, groups, friends and couples filled every table, sports on each tv, and the workers speed walking around. 

You manage to flag down a worker at the bar, practically shoving the resume in their hand with a begging silent prayer. “Hey, I see you guys are very busy right and understaffed, I just moved closer to the area and would love a position. Any position, please.” 

The worker skims through the resume before looking back up at you, “How old are you?” 

“I’m 20!”

“Yikes.” Said another worker in passing

You ignore them, offering your best smile. You really needed a fucking job. 

The worker holding your resume looked at the scene behind you, it was like a tornado in here. Almost no space to move as people kept pouring in no doubt from a long day of work themselves just in time for happy hour. 

“Be here tomorrow for a test run. You start at 12pm. You can discuss the logistics when our manager gets back. Welcome and good luck, you’re gonna need it.” 

They extend their hand and you shake it excitedly, “Thank you so much, I won’t disappoint.” 

MONDAY

“Oh yeah, that’s the new waitress, we got her while you were gone to help with a rush. Real sweet kid.”

“Kid?” Adrian inquires.

“Mhm, she’s officially the new baby out of us, only 20.”

Adrian rolls his eyes. “There wasn’t anyone else? She’s not even old enough to sit at the bar.”

“Awh, give her a break, man, she’s 20, not some barely legal 18-year-old. Plus the customers love her already, she’s quick on her feet and competent at her job.”

He bit the inside of his lip to hold back on negging his employee for making hasty decisions without him there. He could taste metal.

He hated feeling this rage in public, outside of his other work, of course. It always reminded him that no matter how innately empty he was, human emotions weren’t above him. Even when he couldn’t understand others, he was drowned in the sick feeling of his own.

“Mhm, no offense, sir, but you have that weird look again.”

He didn’t respond, but he still quickly unclenched his jaw and relaxed his face, forcing personality back into his eyes as he broke into a smile. “It’s fine, you say she’s good then okay. Just make sure she continues getting proper training… and next time, never make a decision like that while I’m not here, okay?”

The younger man felt an unsettled chill run up his spine, the humid bar suddenly felt cool as the older man’s gaze stayed steady on him, his bright smile never actually reaching his eyes.

“Okay, sir,” he barely gulped out.

He pats the younger man on the back, firm and pleased to have regained control of the conversation and establish a bit of dominance. As the way things should be.

They both turn to leave, when the bathroom door swings open, and you sidestep the both of them, now in your own uniform. Freshly done braided pigtails following behind you. He caught himself staring at the way they seemed to dance in the air whenever you moved, hair never coming out of place in the chaos of your actions.

He wondered what it’d take for them to unravel. How they’d look disheveled and messy. Out of place. Undone. How you’d look.

He pulls his eyes away and takes one last look around: young couples in booths, friend groups watching whatever game is on, and desperately sad individuals throwing back drink after drink at the bar.

You were at one of the booths, taking an order for a couple that chose to sit next to each other rather than across. Gross.

A tight-lipped smile on your face as you were writing down whatever the lady was saying, ignoring the way that vile creature of a man was clearly taking in your legs in this uniform despite his madam next to him.

Adrian needed to go in to look over some numbers, but he couldn’t budge from in front of his office door, eyes remaining on you to make sure nothing inappropriate was going to happen under his watch. It’s his job, duh.

You stop writing and give one last smile at the couple, taking both menus and turning around. As you turn, though, you now roll your eyes in the privacy of your own space, pulling down your shorts that were riding up with one quick tug of the hand.

You feel a heavy gaze on you, and when you look to your left, sure enough, you find your manager looking in your direction. But your eyes meet his immediately and sure enough you can feel it: he had specifically been staring at you.

You’ve never spoken to him yet, taking care and learning of everything through your other co-workers since your hiring process was speedy, to say the least. It was busy, and they really needed people.

You offered a small wave and smile, a semi “real” one at another “comrade” of the food industry and, well, your boss, but as soon as you did, he faltered, blinking and then turning around, gone into his office without a word.

“Well that’s odd as hell,” you mutter, stopping in your tracks a bit. You know your hiring process was a bit awkward, but was a grown man really going to act this way?

You shook your head and continued on, making your way to the kitchen with your tickets.

If your “secret” eye roll he caught wasn’t enough to be curious, your direct smile to him almost ended Adrian on the spot.

Now that Adrian’s gotten a good look at your face, he feels sick. A mixture of curiosity, attraction, and the need to protect all brewing in his twisted gut. Mind already trying to feed him images of things that go against the fine line he walks to not lose control of himself. His true self.

The rules he just barely abides and plays by to be deemed a “normal” member of society, whatever that fucking means.

It’s insulting, he only worked there to keep a low profile since he’s super important, but you? You were a needle in a haystack.

He quite literally felt the blood as it rushed to his dick, the uncomfortable sudden strain and ache as a tent started forming in his khaki work pants.

No, no, no.

You were young, so young. Okay, well, at least much younger than him, who is very “merry” married, 37, and saw gray hair amongst his golden ginger this morning.

He was unc.

He groaned, pulling out some accounting files from a drawer at his desk and laid it out in front of him. He had to get these numbers done, last tasks, just focus.

He hears someone call your name from the kitchen, it’s muffled, but it’s certainly your name, no doubt about it. No one should be yelling at you, no matter the urgency. He picks up his trusty fine-tipped pen, the tiny metal cool in his hands. As he leans in closer to his desk, the shift causes his ignored throbbing cock to pulse, the movement giving a ghostly friction in his pure white Calvins.

A guttural groan escapes his throat. How pathetic, he thought, his raging boner was betraying him. How could you have him like this already? He’s been so good.

“Fuck this.”

Adrian Chase started fisting himself in the middle of his office, he even took out the secret gun he kept in his locked bottom cabinet and put the gun in his mouth to keep him from making any noise besides heavy panting.

He was just going through a bored phase with his boring marriage, ignorant of him to think he wouldn’t turn into those 30-something perverts who toed the line and danced with morality.

His strokes were getting sloppier now as he was getting closer to coming, spit coming down his mouth, nose flared and eyebrows furrowed angrily in concentration.

Everyone went through this, he wasn’t an asshole. He loves his wife, he loves her so much that he’s trying to hurry up and come before she calls him for his lunch break. 

Isn’t that considerate?

He looks at the miniature clock on his desk, 12:55:32. The gun was getting heavier in his mouth now, teeth fighting to keep it straight while his aviators were slipping down his beaded, sweaty nose. 

Not so he couldn’t potentially somehow die, but so these moans couldn’t bounce off these thin walls.

He feels his stomach knot up, voice strangled as his load shoots everywhere. Now in his hand, desk, and even the floor. As his dick goes back flaccid, he drops the gun into his lap, staring at the ceiling.

This was a one-time thing, he thought. It couldn’t happen again. He's finally settled enough to where he’s not under a microscope. His life is as mundane as everyone else’s, at least from the outside.

Perfect boring job, perfect boring house, with a perfect boring marriage. How could he have time to kill, officer?

He chuckles at himself, looking down at the mess he’s made.

“Oh yeah, her.”

He picks up his gun and stares at it for a moment before cleaning it with wipes. He then puts it back in his trusty locked drawer. He uses the rest of the wipes to clean himself up and as he’s tossing the semen- spoiled napkins into the trash, his phone rings. He looks at the clock: 1 p.m. on the dot.

A deep annoyed sigh leaves him before he even realizes, while picking up the phone. His wife’s full name across the screen. “Hello,” he states more like a question.

“Hey baby, how’s work?” his wife asks, a familiar voice coming through the other end of his phone.

For some reason, her voice sounded more nasally than usual, grating really.

He stares off through the window, watching the busy restaurant through his one-way tinted blinds. “Work’s fine, busy, what’s up with you?” he mumbles.

While she starts rambling about the day he couldn’t give less of a fuck about, you walk past his office with your own phone to your ear, a “fresh” stack of menus in your other hand. 

Thick, healthy pigtails are flowing behind you. He notices how you tied both of them off with red rubber bands to match the uniform color, not one hair out of order, despite the grueling warmth of a hectic 9-hour shift in a decently popular diner.

God, he wanted to tug on them while you sucked on him.

He felt the same stir in his stomach from earlier as his eyes remained on you, making your way through the restaurant as if it’s second nature already.

You fade into the sea of busy, buzzed heads further and further into the restaurant; his wife’s voice fades back in; he honestly forgot her there for a moment.

“Hello? Adrian, did you hear me?” she asks through the phone. He rolls his eyes as he answers. “Sorry, can you repeat yourself, honey?” The nickname almost makes him gag, 5 years in and he still can’t get used to it, but she insists on it for some reason.

He’d rather not argue over it, so he just goes along with whatever for formalities. If it helps them look like a regular new-ish-wed family, he’s game. Boring job, boring house, with a boring marriage. How could he have time to fucking kill, officer?

“I asked if you would be bringing food or should I order something tonight?” she repeats, louder this time, as if that was the issue and he wasn’t just tuning her out.

He looked at the watch on his hand, then the angular clock in his office. It seemed this phone call was going on in literal slow motion.

Well technically, Adrian could leave at any time, but it was his second week back and he actually gave somewhat of a damn about this position. He had already bulk ordered everything they were running low on and completed two deliveries today. Counting the numbers wouldn’t take more than 30 minutes. Maybe an hour if he was really bored and stretched it.

He knows that you, however, don’t get off until 8:00 tonight and he’s made it a point to start making sure you get home safely. As a manager should, of course. It’s a nice thing to do, the responsible thing to do considering the job you worked. Who knew what creepy customer would develop a fixation on you and stalk you and attempt to rape you? That just couldn’t fly by him.

So later that night, after finally getting through the numbers, assigning everyone’s tasks for tomorrow, setting up schedules and giving close-up duty to some random employee, Adrian watched as you entered some beat-up Toyota pickup truck on the passenger side, having to boost yourself up to get in accurately.

He hears some hushed talking before you close the door. Couldn’t make out what was being said, but the voice was distinctly male.

What kind of asshole drives such a tall car and does not help their lady get in? He tuts disapprovingly, setting his car to Drive and slowly taking his foot off the brake, eyes keen on the vehicle as he pulls out of the parking lot behind you, keeping just enough distance that you couldn’t see him in your side mirrors. He was counting on the fact that the driver, or you, wouldn’t look in the rear, though. The sun was set, but it wasn’t dark enough yet.

He’s taken a good mental note so far about some things about you, one of them being that you might also very much be taken. The same car is always dropping you off and picking you up. If not, you’re driving it. The face in the driver’s seat, your nauseating boyfriend (he assumes), has stopped by inside the diner a few times to pick you up.

He remembers his first real day back from “vacation,” which was really just time off for his other job, having to take care of and dispose of some creepy fucking alien monster things. He didn’t ask questions, never really cared to. Just got the job done. But when he returned, the diner threw a welcome back gathering for him. Which was weird, because he’s pretty sure he’s heard them rank him as the most off-putting person ever during a break he accidentally walked into.

It’s clicking now that you were there, he remembers you.

He remembered you standing by the door, a case of modelo in your hand to go, backpack on, standing by the door as everyone talked and laughed about bullshit into the night. He remembers some guy knocking twice, then coming in right up behind you, an arm snaking around your shoulder, grabbing one of the beers as he pressed a firm kiss to your temple.

The PDA was off-putting then for Adrian; he just assumed you were some friend of one of his employees. They told him then about you, though, but he wasn’t paying attention at all, on a phone call with his pal Chris when two of his employees came to him rambling off about a sudden rush, and they had to temporarily get someone.

He remembers them walking away when he didn’t respond, too focused on something Chris was saying, and when he turned around there you were hugging your boyfriend.

You made eye contact with Adrian as he had kissed you. He remembered the slight red to your face, you murmuring something about waiting until you both got home as you looked away, a slight nod to him so your boy-thing could get his grabby hands off you in front of your new manager.

He just scoffed then, internally gagging at the display, “these new kids these days” he complained to Chris

Now, Adrian was watching as your left turn signal turned on at a stoplight. He pulled back a bit, waiting until the car turned and was a bit further before doing the same. After a couple more blocks, the car stopped in front of an apartment building.

He watched as the male figure, your boyfriend who seemed to be your age mate, didn’t even open the door for you. He grabbed some bag from the back and started heading in, you trailing behind him as he opened the door.

Adrian parked from across the street, watching you both enter under the dim light of your apartment door that kept flickering. He’ll have to take care of that, can’t be dark when you’re coming home late from work alone.

He hated the way you let yourself collapse on his back, being led into the building. 

If it were him he would’ve carried you.

He hated seeing that boyfriend of yours entering your home. Your sacred home, you probably lived by yourself or even worse with him. You were probably high school sweethearts, “in love”. 

He was probably touching you however he wanted right now, having his way with your body. Your pigtails. A bubbling rage entered his chest as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

He’s ugly. And has a stupid haircut. What the fuck was he doing coming into your home at almost goddamn 9:30 p.m? Genuinely, how rude, distasteful, disgraceful. Is this how young people behave nowadays? Coming in and out of each other’s homes at whatever time of the day?

And honestly, he was kinda disappointed in you. I mean, you knew better than that. You’re more put together, elegant. This behavior was for whores, people who didn’t value themselves. You’re moving too fast. Is that what you are, fast? Or were you just willingly subjecting yourself to living with a boyfriend in your early 20s? Might as well be in prison.

He sees a light turn on at the lowest level; your boyfriend just entered, two frames coming into view behind drawn curtains. He sees you being pulled into a deep kiss. His head tilted, eyes squinting in focus as he tried to make out the touching, but his phone suddenly rang, startling him.

His wife’s name once again emerged on the screen. Fuck, the food. Before he could either jerk himself again or slam his K-Bar knife through his own skull and bleed out in front of your house, he decided to gather up the last morsel of common sense, pulling out of the street and hurriedly putting the GPS onto a random food place.

THE next day,

Adrian was doing much better. Or so he thought. The goal was just not to think of you as a person. It sounded terrible, but the truth was that being able to even just call you “his” employee felt like too much of a possessive territory for him that would get him too invested in you, to say the least.

And it was working; he hadn’t thought of you since last night as he was currently neck deep into some regulations papers for the building when his door suddenly busts open after what was barely a whisper of a half-knock, you standing there with your hand on the doorknob, eyes furrowed in anger. 

You took a deep breath before speaking as if to self-regulate. “Sir, I need your assistance outside with a customer who asked for you,” you relay, your voice was shaky.

Well shit, this wasn’t going to work out.

3 WEEKS LATER 

Adrian needed time to figure out you and your boyfriend's schedule. Once he did that, knowing you’d be at your and that excuse of a loser boyfriend would be at his own job! 

One day while you were at work, Adrian decided to take advantage of his lunch break 

He swiped your apartment keys from your locker and made a beeline to yours straight from memory. 

“I know it’s around here somewhere…” he turned looking through the window and onto the street. He pulled up to the building that looked like yours and checked for your boyfriend's car which was luckily not there. 

Inside, your apartment was cozy and small. It seemed to be about 600sqft, a studio. Right next to the door was a small table with a coaster, to his left was the kitchen and right a tiny living room. There were two giant curtains acting as a barrier to your bedroom. 

There were men’s shoes all around the floor, “the fuck?, at least be with a man who can pick up after himself.” 

He made his way into your bedroom and your smell overwhelmed his senses. 

He poked through your closet and your drawer until he found a hidden gem, “here are all the goodies.” 

He felt like he found a goldmine, all your panties and bras staring back at him. He fished through them and until he found a bra that has definitely already been worn a couple of times and plopped on the bed:

It was pretty, wine red and the cups lined with black lace. He brought the item up to his nose, a small sniff and fell back fully onto the bed.

“Yeah, you’re coming home with me.” He brought the bra back up to his nose taking an even larger whiff this time, the smell of perfume and sweat entering his airways and making its way all the way down to his cock.

“Fuck, of course you always need attention man.” He said at the forming tent in his jeans.

He obliges to his body's desires, bringing his hand to his pants and the other holding the bra right against his nostrils to breathe in your scent while he undoes his zipper. 

He’s about to pull down his underwear when he hears the jangling of keys at the front, some heavy steps, and the voice of a male. 

Oh shit.

MONTH LATER

The car kept sputtering and tears were brimming your eyes as you stared ahead, nothing but road for a bit until you had to take a right turn past a gas station and into your neighborhood quarter.

“Stupid piece of shit,” you muttered while finally deciding to pull over so you wouldn’t at least cause any disturbance on an otherwise empty road.

You look to your left and right before grabbing your phone, turning on the flashlight and hopping out the truck. The chilly air hits you first, sparing no mercy as another gust of wind blows over from a car so clearly going over the speed limit. The fog feels moist, the wet grass smell overwhelming your senses.

A car is coming up, you can’t make out its model behind the domineering bright headlights practically blinding you. It’s driving at an eerily slow pace through the fog.

“Hopefully just someone really fucking cautious…”

You put your hand up to shield what’s left of your retinas and stick closer to the truck, making your way to the back. As you do so, you hurriedly search up road help services near you and click the first one with 24/7 roadside assistance.

The number rings, and rings, and the car gets closer and closer.

Finally, it connects— you set it to speaker. “You are calling Evergreen Roadside Assistance. Always there to save the day or night!” Are these things always so long?

The car stops, pulling over a couple feet behind you. Bright lights are still on. “To speak to an Evergreen roadside assistant please press one—”

You don’t hesitate, trying to not look over at the looming shadow approach. “C’mon, c’mon, hurry the fuck up, please.”

Finally you connect to an employee. “Hello, this is Jake with Evergreen Roadside Assistance, how can I be of service this evening?”

“You rush out your words after gathering where you are by your Find My and a single sign. “Hello, car started making a weird noise while I was on 26th Street and now I’m on the side of the road and so—”

The shadow figure stops right by your truck, two arm's length away from you. You make a point to show you’re on the phone, and the voice of Jake speaks through with a bit of an echo.

“I don’t need any help, thanks,” you whisper-shout to the figure approaching.

“Huh, you don’t need help anymore?” says Jake. You scoff. “No, sorry, not you,” you say into the phone, now pointing your flashlight at the figure heading towards you.

No way this was my fucking luck, about to get murdered by a Ted Bundy wannabe after a shift from hell, ha!

The figure coming up lets out a chuckle, putting something in their back pocket. They finally come into view fully, and it takes you a second, but you recognize that face and your heart settles— just a bit.

It was your new manager, Adrian Chase. Did he live around here too? You don’t get to ask before he speaks up.

“Hey there, stranger, need any help?” he asks, flashing a wide and bright smile. His hair seemed even more curled than usual, dressed in his usual attire: a polo tee that honestly seemed faded past its age, and jeans always a bit… tight around the crotch area.

He dressed more like a laid-back professor than the manager of a restaurant, but then again, it was just Fennel Fields.

“Hey, boss, you scared the shit out of me,” you say with a small laugh, still not hanging up on the line, just in case.

He shifts, leaning forward with a hand on his hip as he examines your tires.

“Damn, baby, these tires are way past their expiration date. You’re lucky you were even able to pull over.”

You cock your head at the pet name but don’t say anything, instead stooping down as well to see what he was talking about. “This is my boyf— well, it was my ex-boyfriend’s car. He broke up with me and left this. I don’t know anything about fucking cars.”

He tuts. “That mouth.” This time you snap your head, looking at him at the remark. He ignores it and mumbles something incomprehensible before taking your hand. 

You flinch, but his grasp is firm; he makes your hand reach towards the nearest tire, dragging the pad of your fingers onto it. You turn your head back to the tire. The sensation is flat, though a bit gritty and wet from, no doubt, the road. You had no idea what you were supposed to be looking at, though. 

“Feel that?” he whispers while still looking at you.

You don’t look at him, zoning out as you watch his much larger, and ever so slightly veiny hand guide yours. His hand felt like a furnace. Your heart was beating fast; you didn’t even realize when it started up again.

“Smooth as a baby’s ass.” He exhales that last part a bit into your ear, and it makes you jerk your neck, his breath warm in the cool night. It was ticklish. And made you aware you were much too close.

“Hello? Are you still there? If you can confirm, I can get one of our on-the-road agents to you in no time.” The voice on the phone, Jake, said. It snaps you out immediately.

You check the time on your screen, almost half past 10pm. Fuck, I have to get home.

You back up a bit and fully stand up, almost toppling down the small hill. He reaches to hold you up, but you reject it, positioning your feet firmly so you can stand straight.

His face shifts, seemingly dejected from the rejection.

“Well, what’s it gonna be missy? Expensive roadside assistance or a free ride, and I’ll come back to change the tires myself.”

You teared your eyes away from his, which seemed especially dark right now in the night shaded by his frames. You look at the car, all those tired looked bald like the one he made you touch. And it would probably be another 10-30 minutes until roadside assistance came.

But, Adrian, as cute and docile as he seemed, also kind of gave you the creeps. He was always staring, always. You would catch him, and at first he’d look away but after a while he just started smiling at you once you made eye contact. It was unnerving at times. 

He speaks up again, even taking a slight step closer. Both hands in his front jean pockets. “It’s late, you don’t want to be with a stranger, do you? I mean, what if that guy's a pervert.”

What if you’re a pervert? You don’t say that out loud though.

You furrow your brows at his claim, now suddenly aware of your attire as he studies you. You zip up your jacket. There were no other cars driving by right now.

“You’re a young..beautiful girl on the side of the road by yourself. You’re surely thinking about it, right?. Cmon, at least you know me.” 

He was right, you knew him more than you knew a stranger. Right? It should be fine. 

You sigh, finally turning to look at him. “I’d..really appreciate it but please let me pay for gas or the tires or both or anything. I’d hate to be indebted.” 

He laughs, “indebted? Over a ride? Cute but it’s fine. You’ve barely been working here. Save your money. You can owe me by picking up an extra shift or something but this is a courtesy.” Adrian even extends his hand out to you

More like sorry for murdering your boyfriend. He doesn’t say that out-loud though. And to be fair, he so was back to selling drugs to minors.

You stare at it for a moment, before looking into his eyes and shaking, “Thank you, really, Sir.”

“Sir? Don’t make me feel old. You can call me Adrian outside of work.” He doesn’t drop your hand, so you let go first. Pulling back and pointing your thumb at the car, “just, let me get my stuff.” 

You bring your phone up to your ear, and take Jake off speaker finally. “Thank you for the help but uhm, my boss Adrian Chase will be taking me home. Thanks again, sorry.” You exchange goodbyes and hang up. 

Adrian smirks, biting his lip as if holding back his usual smile. 

The name drop was on purpose, he probably knows that considering his reaction but while appreciating this kind act from your new dilf boss, you’d rather not end up as chopped Jane doe liver. 

You make your way to the other side of the car, opening up the driver's side. You reach over and grab your backpack from the passenger seat and necessary driving documents from the passenger thing. 

This city was filled with people with all kinds of freak abilities, and people who were just sick freaks. You decide to also turn on your location and text a friend that you were heading home, that your manager was dropping you off. You weren’t willing to take your chances. 

You toss the backpack over your shoulder and close the door, pressing on the key fob twice to make sure it locks. 

 Adrian returned to the car that same night. Deciding it’d be better to knock out two birds with one stone. 

He uses his own extra tires to switch out your old ones, along with a single spare that your boyfriend, ha, kept in the back. After changing it, he went to the local gas station to fill your car up with gas, and he brought it to one of his many storage units. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you back to your mommy as soon as I get what I need.” 

The next morning, Adrian showed up bright and early at your house. 7:30 am to be precise. 

You woke up to the sound of loud banging on your front door, still half asleep. Begrudgingly made your way to the door, cold and using your comforter for extra heat. Sure enough, there he is on the other side of the door. Hands behind his back like he wasn’t just knocking like the police. 

“Mister Adrian? What are you doing here? You ask whilst rubbing the sleep out of your eyes 

He giggles, “Good morning to you too pie. I’m here to pick you up for work, of course.”

There goes those nicknames again, wait, work? “Work? I don’t start until 12pm today.” 

“Yeah, but you have no car, and I’d rather you not feel indebted to anyone else or risk getting raped in an Uber that was already $30. Cmon, you can sleep in my office until your shift starts.”

You felt annoyed that you were actually considering his proposal at 6 in the morning. You had limited options, the bus being your main one but you knew even that would eventually pile up. 

“So, what’s wrong with the car again?” You asks genuinely 

“Well the tires were bald but I found another issue in the uh… engine so I’m having a buddy of mine check it out.

Well. That sounded, fishy but again, it’d be better to leave it in his hands than get fucked over by some mechanist over charging. 

In the little moment of silence and staring, your stomach growled. You couldn’t help the sheepish smile on your face, you went straight to sleep last night after your shower and didn’t have to eat your dinner or indulge in your late night break up pitty ice cream. 

“C’mon, I’ll make you breakfast in the kitchen.” He urged on and finally you agreed.

He waited in the car while you got ready and gathered your belongings. 

You felt nervous approaching his vehicle, this entire ordeal felt for some reason a lot more.. intimate in the day light. But, managers gave rides to their employees all the time. Nothing fishy going on here. 

You put your backpack at your feet, seat belt buckled, and start parting your hair for your signature pigtails. You’ve found that items are the easiest and best method to keep hair out of your face aside from a ponytail, which you were cutting back on to avoid traction. 

You had a tinny rubber band in your mouth, and you didn’t notice you guys hadn’t left your driveway until halfway through your braid. 

You turn to look at him and find him already looking at you. You finish off one braid and use the tiny rubber band to hold the ends.

“You stare a lot, sir.” 

This causes him to laugh again, breaking eye contact and starting the car. His arm goes behind your head seat as he looks back to reverse out the driveway. This car must be old to not have a back camera, but you don’t say that outloud. 

“I know. Does it make you uncomfortable?” He’s looking at you again

You start on the next braid and think, it didn’t. He’s so cute it almost makes you nervous. But, he’s married, your boss and can also be passive aggressively off putting to your other co-workers and some customers you’ve heard. 

But it doesn’t bother you. So you reply, “No. M’Just not much to look at.”

“Bullshit. Plenty to look at.” 

His comment makes you feel hot, literally. You felt the tips of your ears warm. You finish off your other braid and feel restless. 

You think back to something your ex said during your first month at your job. After he picked you up from your welcoming work party, he made a joke about how Adrian seemed to have a crush. 

He even pushed on to say that you should take advantage of said crush to make more money, “as long as he doesn’t touch you.” You remember him saying. 

You thought it was just drunken testosterone-fueled jealousy that men usually get, but was it true? You knew married men could be sleazy, but Adrian seemed so.. Adrian. You were surprised he was even married. You’d have to find out, now that you were living alone, you’d have to pick up extra shifts anyway.

He was finally pulling into the Flannel Field parking lot when he spoke up again, “Adrian.” He said, unbuckling his seat belt

It snapped you out of your thoughts, “Huh?”

“Earlier you said mister. I told you when we’re out of work, call me Adrian.”

“Sorry, it’s just-“

He cocked his head to the side, like a puppy listening intently 

Honestly, your stomach flipped. Just slightly. 

“Okay, thanks for the ride...Adrian.” 

He held eye contact for a bit, a satisfied smile spreading on his face before sliding out the car with his bag. He closes his side and starts walking around. 

After slipping on your zip up jacket do the same, meeting him at the front doors where he was waiting for you. 

“Ladies first.” He said with a playful bow

That morning, he made you a savory, filling breakfast. Wouldn’t start his own work until you finished it all, and once you did, he washed the plate himself, ushering you to go catch up on rest. He set up a makeshift couch by pushing some chairs together and covering them with his hoodies and coats. 

You slept in his office until 10 minutes before your shift. He didn’t let anyone in his office. 

Adrian barely spared you a glance once you got up to leave, besides acknowledging your small “thank you, boss.” 

He was beaming with excitement inside. You trusted him enough to sleep in the same room; that’s definitely progress! 

He just barely kept his hands to himself, not wanting to scare you away despite the urge to kiss you, play with your pigtails, feel your gentle breath, and exhale to learn your sleeping pattern. You know, simple things. 

After that incident, Adrian picked you up for a week straight. Insisting that the car needed some extra detailing and he’d drop it off to you that weekend, so you begrudgingly agreed, only if he also let you work some extra hours. 

“Is this a money thing?” He asked one morning, head turned to look at you.

His eyes are always so intense, and with him being older you felt like you couldn’t just lie to him. 

“Yeah. My boyfriend and I, before he uh…left, we were splitting rent and utilities but it’s all on me now.”

Silence for a bit as the radio show host makes a joke about the next artist to which Adrian giggles at before speaking again

“I can help you.” He says pointedly, eyes on the road and grip on the steering wheel slightly firmer, white knuckles.

Damn, he really did like you. You hated feeling pitiful but it felt stupid to decline help because of pride. You were drowning in bills right now, the only reason you were okay with not having your car back was because that was one less expense. 

You play with your fingers a bit, hands cold in the car despite the mild heating on your side. 

“It wouldn’t be anything crazy, just, to help keep you on top of anything important. I can do this because I’m your manager. I won’t take no for an answer honestly so please, just accept the fucking help.” 

You looked at him once he finished, his curls were done up and slicked back with some pomade. A quarter zip and Colombia jacket on buffing up his frame. Hands still tight on the steering wheel awaiting your response.

“Okay, thank you, Adrian. I would really appreciate that. I’ll be the hardest worker on the team. I swear.” 

Later that night, while Adrian was sorting away some files in his office you paid him a visit. 

You slipped a torn off note onto his desk that read, “Do you want to fuck?” With a poorly drawn smiley face. 

You can tell he read it over at least three times before looking up at you. 

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“Some asshole thought it’d be funny to write that and stick it in my closet. Kept it because it was kinda, just not from them.” 

He stared at it for a bit before looking back at you, his eyes trailing up your exposed legs, lingering on your braided hair, and finally staring intently into your eyes. 

“And?”

Now you were nervous, and slightly turned on. You adjusted the strap of your work backpack slipping. 

“Well, I just thought… if you ever wanted to, but maybe I’m misreading the vibes and if I am then just forget it but-“

“Are you implying, you want to fuck me, your married boss, because I offered to help pay a few bills?” 

God you wish you had a Time Machine, or a gun. Why on earth did you think this was a good idea again? 

His ring seemed to be staring at you now from its angle. 

“That’s, I’m sorry I just- no excuse. I’m sorry sir, please forget anything I just said. I’ll uh, catch a ride with Britt tonight.” and with that you're out the door before he can even say anything. Face hot with shame. 

SATURDAY MORNING 10:34 AM

The next morning you hear familiar semi-loud knocks at your door. 

You open it up and Adrian is standing there with your keys in his hand. 

“Morning sleepy head, you have a car again.” 

You peek behind him and sure enough there was your car with brand new tires. You’re so excited you react before you think, jumping into his arms with a big hug. Face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. 

He’s still, hands at his side when his words from the previous night hit you. 

 “Are you implying, you want to fuck me, your married boss, because I offered to help pay a few bills?” 

You almost jump off backwards when his arms shoot up to wrap around you tightly, pressing your body fully against his and wrapping your legs around his torso to make sure you don’t fall. 

You both stay like that for a bit, breathing in each other’s air. Your heart was pounding but so was his. 

His hands find your head, resting in your hair. He lets out a groan when your cheek is pressed directly against his. Warm, human, you. 

He finally lets you down, and you hate it. He’s so warm, and firm. Your hand lingers in his when you finally take the keys from him. 

“You’ve done so much for me, I don’t know how to thank you.” 

“Hm. Let’s just start with some coffee.” He says, walking past you and into your apartment. 

You follow him in, locking the door and setting the keys onto your coaster on the table near the door. 

Adrian already made himself at home, sitting down on your small couch facing your average sized tv. 

You feel his eyes follow you as you make your way into the kitchen and become all too aware of your attire. One of your ex’s old shirts that runs almost double your size and loose grinch pajama pants. 

Not sexy at all. 

You find a random Christmas playlist on your phone and press play. Set it up at an even volume before grabbing a mug and placing it under the keurig you got gifted 2 winters ago. You mainly used it for hot chocolate, your ex was the one obsessed with coffee. 

You go to sit next to Adrian on the small couch who smiles at you walking towards him. 

“Did you want to watch something?” You ask, grabbing the remote to hand it to him. 

He takes it and sets it on his lap, directly over his crotch area atop his jeans. 

“Maybe. Not sure yet. Have anything in mind?” He asks, arm on the back of the couch around you. 

The small puttering sound of the coffee machine working in the back was the only thing making noise. 

“Uh, whatever you want. I’ve actually been getting into this medicine show where-“ you’re cut off

“Put it on.” He says

You go to reach for the remote before stopping, just what is it about his tone that makes you listen to everything he says immediately. You almost reached for his crotch for gods sake. 

You’re mentally slapping yourself when he takes your hand and places it directly on his bulge. 

He was hard. 

The rough feeling of his jeans over the growing tent was a sight for sore eyes. Maybe you just haven’t been laid in a while but you felt your core getting wet. 

“I have a wife.” He murmurs, voice thick with want

You can’t help the way your eyes remain on his lips, licking yours in response. 

“I know.”

The coffee machine started making noise to indicate it was done. You go to get up, and heat all over your face and body. 

He observes as you go get the cup and walk back to him, hands carefully secure to make sure none of the hot liquid accidentally spills on the way. 

It’s silent. Air thick with arousal as you place the mug on a coaster next to him and sit down on the floor by his feet. 

He speaks up again, “We’ve been together for years. She’s good to me.” 

It felt more like he was self soothing than anything but you play along, careful to not scare him away. 

“I know.”

His eyes follow your hands, reaching for his belt buckle and removing it. You trace the bottom of his jeans before slowly tugging on his zipper, pulling it down to reveal his boxers underneath.

His breath catches, hand reaching to find your hair. He was slightly disappointed they weren’t in their signature style but he’d attend to that later. 

Your place still looked the same, just less man stuff. Sure you probably sorted it away in a box somewhere aside from the things he took care of. 

He wanted to steal another pair of panties from your bedroom, the ones he had lost their scent a while ago. 

“If…if it’s just the tip, it doesn’t count. What are we fucking prudes? It’s not cheating.” 

You looked up at him on your knees, positioning yourself right in between his manspread. 

Hm. Not sure how that was going to work but you nodded in agreement, “It’s not cheating. Just the tip.” 

You pull down his jeans, Adrian helps you by lifting up a bit so you can slide it down to his ankles. 

You could tell from his underwear alone that his dick was thick, thicker than the average at least. 

You reach to tug at his underwear, trying stop from your jaw going slack in awe of the view in front of you. 

Not only were his thighs incredibly toned, his dick was huge. No wonder his jeans always look so tight, he’s carrying around a 10oz spray can all day.

You go to wrap a hand around him and he anchored himself to the couch, a small moan slipping out when your hand makes contact with his heavy cock. 

His tip was beaming red, slit at the top begging for attention and as if hypnotized your tongue comes out to give it a soft swipe. 

“Fuckghn..”

You feel him shudder beneath you and it sets a blaze in your stomach, between your very own thighs as well. 

You squeeze your thighs, trying to apply some pressure for your own want before you take another kitten lip up his slit to which he lunges forward before falling back on the couch. 

You finally press a gentle kiss onto his red tip, and another before you start full on making out with it. You let the spit flow naturally, relishing in all his little noises and movements beneath you.

The amount of twitching from his sucking on his tip, applying firm licks against his veins, sucking on the little opening. 

Your cunt is starting to hurt from how turned on you are, his hand goes to your head and pushes you down, taking him fully into your mouth. 

You're gagging, tears pricking your eyes but he doesn’t relent. Doesn’t let you come up for air, he watches you gargle on him, spit pooling onto his hairy ginger balls before he lets go, watching you quickly come up for air. 

Coughing a bit before you look up at him. That was incredibly fucking sexy. 

You go back in, this time disregarding the previous til he had set about “just the tip” since he broke it first. You’re putting everything you know to use, eager to impress him. 

“Oh fuck, what-shit, just what are you trying to prove gorgeous?” 

The compliment amps you up even more, praise always being a nice reward. You position yourself better before hollowing out your cheeks and taking a deep breath, deep throating him all the way until your nose reaches the base of his cock. 

You let the spit pool a bit before you start moving your head up and down, his hips hamming forward as well to reach your throat. Your hands are on his thighs to keep you up, knees starting to chaff from the rug beneath you, but you were determined when he started ramming his cock in your mouth as if you were his own personal sex toy. 

His head thrown back, loud moans surely could be heard through your thin apartment walls, but you didn’t care because his noises felt like music to your ears. Encouragement to be used. 

He sputters a bit and you can feel liquid pooling into your mouth and onto your tongue, he came. 

You wait until he looks back down at you, opening his eyes before you swallow his load with a small, satisfied smile as a cocky lazy one spreads on his face. 

“Such a good little girl for daddy, eager to please huh?” 

He gives you a few head pats then motions with his finger for you to turn around so you do. 

You sit cross cross apple sauce facing the TV awaiting your next instructions, ignoring the painful ache in your cunt. 

Adrian felt like he could fly. The most gorgeous girl just gave him the best head he’s had in years. Chris would not believe this. He adjusted himself back into his boxers and jeans before taking a sip of the coffee you so graciously made him. 

You waited patiently, not turning or speaking up with all the shuffling behind you. You felt like you were on cloud nine. You haven't done something this excitingly stupid in a while. 

Was this even something you could tell your friends? Hey. Remember my cute married boss who definitely had eyes for me when I was still in a relationship? I’m fucking him now

Absolutely not, taking this to the grave you thought to yourself

Finally, you feel his two large hands pull your hair back, his fingers brushing your face to get some strands in the front. 

You ignore the shiver down your spine at the small skin on skin contact as if you weren't just full on blowing him. If not for your pride, at least to not ruin your source of income. 

“Watched you do this a hundred times already, can't get sick of it”

He parts your hair gently, careful to not tug too hard anywhere. He starts at the base, tightly and concentrates intently as the three strands of hair miraculously turn into a somewhat comprehensible braid. Proud with himself, he does the second half of hair as well, lost in the way it all comes together. 

He takes a picture of the finished result on his own phone, saving it to his locked hidden folder. 

You turn to him once he’s done, laying your cheek on his knee. His hand comes down to your face once more, cupping your cheek, tracing your nose, your lips..

“You look so pretty like this”

His sudden words stir something inside you but before you can reply his phone starts ringing. You sneak a peak at the photo and it’s his wife. 

Realization hits and you get up to back away but Adrian’s hand finds your wrist, tugging you down slightly into a quick peck before releasing 

What the fuck?

“Yeah, mhm, the donut place is like 10 minutes away? Oh, of course I can get there in time” He continues his conversation while getting up and making his way out your door, not sparing a second glance back. 

Only when he leaves and you lock it you realize he left an envelope of money on the coaster with your car keys. You don't even count it fully before you're already at $500 dollars. 

Actually, what the fuck.  

A WEEK LATER

Nothing for almost 2 weeks since you gave him that blowjob. You were starting to feel like you hallucinated it, but you can still feel his attention on you at all times.  

To be fair, you were semi-avoiding him as well. The heat of your brazen action still affects you whenever you catch a glimpse of him at work. 

That is until the weekend came by and he was at your door at 10 am on Saturday morning telling you to go get changed and get in the car.

So now, you were both at a corner store near his place, and you were getting something from the top shelf when Adrian rounded the corner into the aisle and stood behind you

“I told you, I like you in my line of sight.” His hand finding it way to your waist and resting on your hip.

His hand flexed over your dress you decided to wear, the thin material against the heavy weight of his fingers set a buzz in your stomach. 

You turn, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, “You’ll live.” 

Adrian trailed closely behind you, never letting his hand depart from your body, “Why don't we go back to my place.”

Were you two even at that level yet? 

You spin to face him and both his hands are on your hips now, pulling you close, voice low “How about it huh pretty? Wife's not back until tomorrow.” 

You lay your head on his chest, the small thumping of his heart beat soothing you, his hands go up to your head giving you slow head pats.

Being this close you could smell his cologne, and it smelled a lot like your ex-boyfriends. The one you got him that he wore all the time, it was pretty niche, but the smell was comforting nonetheless. Finally, you look back up at him, “Sure, let's go.”

His house was bigger than you expected honestly, two stories, oak floors and bright lights everywhere. His wife definitely chose it, she had great taste. 

He led you to the bedroom and you gawked at the Alaskan king sized bed with burgundy sheets. He follows behind you and closes the door, locking it as well “Just for safe measure.” he says while taking off his cap and lacing it on the large dresser in front of the bed, 

He points at the bed, “get on” he instructs and you do. Adrian stands in front of you, between your legs and pushes you back onto the bed. He then bunches up your dress, bringing it up past your waist before helping himself to take off your underwear with his teeth, 

“How needy…” you teased on your back now, looking up at him. His eyes seemed more blue now from this angle, the hints of green throughout his iris gave you comfort. His eyebrows, thick and concentrated. A soft pink hue on his face, his bearded stubble barely 2 centimeters long going down to his neck. 

You bring up a hand to touch it, the coarse feeling under your fingers making you realize how real this all was. He shudders when that same hand travels to his hair, fingers entwined in his curls. “Your hair grows long.” you murmur absentmindedly

“Yeah I know, it’s a fucking pain to deal with. I have to stop by my moms for a cut when I come back down…” 

Come back?

You're about to question it when you suddenly feel his finger slipping past your walls and into you, he gives a testy curl to which your back lifts off the bed a bit. Body pliable to his hand. 

“Wish you could see how pretty you look, all laid out like this for me, gorgeous.” Adrian slips in another finger, two now in you before he sets a tangentially slow pace. The sound of your wet cunt and his deliberate tempo filling the bedroom. 

He presses a few kisses to your throat, before going back down and sinking himself fully in front of your cunt, all while maintaining his pace. He brought another hand down to his cock over his pants, giving himself a few rubs while staring directly at your pussy,

You couldn't keep your moans in anymore when he adjusted a third finger in, curling them all simultaneously before he picked up his rhythm adding a bit more pressure while he went faster in and out of you. You were twisting, trashing your body around trying not to close your legs on him, but it felt so good.

Your reactions were close to getting Adrian there himself, every sound that escaped your lips making his aching cock ready to bust out the seams 

Your clit needed some attention so he brought his palm forward to apply pressure to your swollen clit, no longer hidden but instead rounded and asking for attention, the first press has you lurching forward eyes closed in bliss while he stayed there for a second before picking up the pace once more 

Your wetness was leaking onto his palm and the bed, but he didn't care, it all looked so beautiful. He groaned in pleasure when he felt himself come in his jeans while you let out a wry moan when your own orgasm his you. 

Adrian pulled out of you slowly, your legs slightly jerking at the sensation. He then brought his sodden hand up to his face and started licking his fingers one by one as you watched, still in a brain fog haze, but the sight kept you focused on him.

Adrian's phone starts ringing, and he signs while fishing it out his back pocket but answers on the third ring, “Chris! Hey buddy, what’s up?”

You tune out of his conversation, your heart wasn't pounding anymore, and your body was calming down. Legs definitely felt too weak to stand up so you allowed yourself to gaze around the room.

The curtains were drawn in front of the bed, a large dresser with men's cologne and women’s perfume, and jewelry. It felt so grown-up, in a way you didn't yet understand. You shift your head a bit, and on the bedside drawer was a hair tie, a candle, and a small framed photo of Adrian and his wife. 

You suddenly felt sick, turning and sitting up. You smoothed out your dress and put your underwear back on with swiftness before getting off the bed. Your knees were still weak, but staying on the bed any longer would've made you vomit.

Adrian was still on the edge of the bed, giving you a strange look, confused by your sudden actions while listening intently to what the other person was saying. 

He motioned with his hand for you to sit on his lap, so you do, his arm wraps around your waist, and his knee starts bouncing as if to soothe you. You can't help the small smile on your face because it honestly does help. 

From this close, you could kinda hear what this Chris person was saying, but it was muffled by Adrian's huge hand 

“Alright, yeah, I’ll be there by tonight. Of course, I fucking will man, when have I not? Don't start without me, I swear, Chris–” the guy hangs up and Adrian makes a shocked “o” face with his mouth, and it makes you giggle. 

He tosses his phone behind him, “You see the shit I have to deal with baby?” a hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a cheeky kiss, he slips in some tongue, and you moan into his mouth. You can feel the smile spreading on his lips before he pulls back.

“Was that call about what you were saying earlier?”

His hand pushes some hair out of your face, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip

“Yup, leaving tonight. Won’t be back until next week, maybe.”

You pout, and he leans forward to kiss you, even with you moving back. This kiss was harsher, lips firm against yours as if you were his for the taking.

When he finally pulled back again, he laughed, "You're so cute when you're frustrated. I’ll be back quickly, 5 days, not even a full week. And when I do, how about we go on a trip?”

Your ears practically perked up, “Trip?” 

“Yup, since I won't be here for Christmas to keep you warm, how about a trip upstate to a cabin? We could spend the weekend together and be back by Monday. Can you be patient?” 

You nod excitedly. You haven't been on a trip in ages and certainly couldn't afford a cabin getaway by yourself or with your ex, “Are you leaving now, though?”

“Yeah, just have to pack something.” He looked at the duffles sitting on the floor in front of his closet. 

You open the passenger side of his car and in your seat lay an envelope, “When the fuck did he…” you pick it up, and it’s even heavier than the last. 

DECEMBER 30th

The harsh wind blowing through your hair only got colder as he sped up, you were scared. Adrian had this crazed look in his eyes as he kept pressing on the gas. A diabolical smile as he kept looking back at you to see if you were having as much fun as he is.

You felt as though your heart was beating at a higher rate than he was driving, he suddenly brought a hand down to your thigh, offering a firm squeeze. Was it for you or him? Did he notice? You go to put your hand over his but he’s already retracting his hand, not noticing yours, reaching to turn down the volume on a rock song playing.

“We’re here.”

You look at the cabin, it was honestly a beautiful sight. Tucked off into its own corner, brown and tall with a wrap-around porch. A singular, but mighty light illuminating the way.

“I’ll get our bags, wait a moment.”

You suddenly felt a bit nervous. A getaway cabin in the middle of seemingly nowhere, with your manager of 2 months. He gets out of the car and goes to the trunk, you watch him in the rear-view mirror until you’re blocked by the trunk opening, him slightly disappearing behind it. You hear shuffling and feel the weight being lifted off the car as he takes something out.

You feel a bit antsy just sitting there; you reach for the door and push but it doesn’t open. Did he forget to unlock it? You try again, a little harder this time, and you almost fall out with how fast it opens.

“Woah, careful there, silly.” Adrian steadies you. “The passenger side only opens from the outside, an old car. Remember?” he states matter-of-fact with a smile.

You stare at him a moment and melt all over again. Just what were you thinking, scaring yourself like that?

After setting down your belongings you finally had a chance to relax 

You’re both on opposite ends of a long, leather black couch. Two pillows between the both of you, already placed there and one big warm blanket that somehow managed to reach both your ends and cover you. 

Elf was playing on the mini old school television but it honestly felt like background noise with the tension this thick. His legs, longer than yours, were reaching yours. Cold toes brushing against your own every time he made a movement. 

He was staring at the screen, only reacting to the funny bits. He looked soft, curly ginger hair all tousled in its natural state, green eyes behind his frames glued to the screen, pink lips tugged between his teeth. He was wearing a large sweatshirt with some college monogram on it, it was slightly ridding up with the way one arm was behind his neck, holding his head up against the arm of his end of the couch. The big tinted window was right behind him, it had started to snow. 

You allow yourself to keep looking at him, he did it to you all the time. There was some hair trailing down his abs, into the abyss of his grey sweatpants. This made you clench your thighs. 

God, were you really shamelessly horny enough to fuck your middle aged, very married boss?

“You like what you see?” A gruff slightly raspy voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

Caught, damn. You decide to play into it, “what if I do?”

A beat. Silence from him as he observes you, eyes dragging over your body. You were most covered, wearing some new pajamas with the money he gave you. A long sleeve Henley with Christmas presents on it and a matching pair of shorts. Hair still in the neat pigtails he did himself.

“Ever try mutual masterbation?” He asks

Your eyebrows go up at this, you’ve heard of it but never got the chance. “No, just…see a couple videos.” 

Another beat. He looks up at the television, Elf is stuck in a split position on an escalator. He lets out a small chuckle before looking back at you. 

“Take your clothes off.” 

Your hand is tugging on the sleeve of your henley before he even closes his mouth again, you throw it over your head and place it on the table in front of you. 

Despite the blanket and heating in the cabin the cool air still hit you like a brick, you had no bra underneath so your nipples were already slightly hard, but you continued, taking off your shorts. 

his eyes zeroed in on your breasts as he was taking off his own shirt, his eyes remained on you while pulling off his sweatpants and low and behold, he was free balling, literally. 

You start as you usually do, trailing your fingers down to the slit of your cunt. Using whatever bit of arousal to tease at your clit. Your eyes remain on him slowly stroking himself with a small grin on his face before he dropped his already half hard cock

He tuts, “you’re not doing it right.”

Right?, this was always how you masturbated privately and “it does the job well enough.” You reply shyly, though your fingers halted its movement 

Adrian smiles at your admittion, “well enough? That’s nothing.” He makes a clicking noise with his mouth, the kind you’d make to call over a trained dog as he motions with his hand for you to get close and almost immediately, you do. 

He doesn’t say it but his stomach flips at how well you listen, still couldn’t get used to it. For such a strong personality you were quite malleable in his hands, like putty. “My gorgeous little girl, you just need someone to play with you huh?” 

You couldn’t help the pathetic stare you gave him, eyes all dopey and glassy, slightly humiliated at how much you were being babied while simultaneously relishing in it. 

He pulls you over him, both hands firmly gripping your thighs on either side of him before gently rubbing you down onto his thick slightly pink cock. 

Eyes fluttering shut, the sensation giving you the right amount of teasing pleasure. You tried grinding back and forth by yourself but he stills you. Only allowing you to move when he does so himself. 

He leans in and closes the small distance between you, knocking the air out your lungs as every part of him fills your senses. 

It feels like the first time you ever kissed him. His lips are plush. Strategic in the way the taunt and collide with yours. That desire stirring much deeper than just your stomach. He gives short taunting pecs, whining for you to open your mouth and you do. 

His tongue slips in immediately. Soft, pink, and sliding against yours with a delicious slowness. You can’t stop the little moans that come out each time he applies some pressure against yours and tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more. As if he wants you to consume him in his entirety. 

You love it.

You try to pull back a bit to speak, he’s looking at you wide eyed when you say “your lips are so so-“ you’re cut off when he nods frantically, “yours too baby but please let me just-mghm” he collides with you again, going right back to melting into you.

He’s gentle, almost nurturing in the way one hand travels carefully up and down your body, leaving you with goosebumps all over as the over hold the back of your head possessively so you don’t go anywhere. 

Eventually, he can’t help it either. The way his hips keep jutting up to get some pressure from your heated cunt. The images rolling around in his mind of everything he wants to do to you, everything he wants you to do to him. 

Both his hands slide down and find your hips, grasp firm, kneading your skin like dough. “I can feel, fuck, how-nghnn, wet you are” he whines. One hand goes to the front and you shiver, goosebumps raising the hair on your body as you mewl into his mouth.

Adrian loves the way you’re squirming on him. Trying to get yourself off using his body. His little needy submissive princess. He needed to feel how wet and warm you were. How your canal would suck him in. “Let’s try this again, huh?” 

He cups a handful of your ass with his right hand before trailing his fingers lower, he reaches back into the slit of your pussy, cool wetness that was pooling onto his aching dick meeting him half way. 

His left hand, still holding onto your ass moves back to your hip and starts moving you so that your clit was dragging back and forth on this deep red tip. 

You couldn’t even concentrate on kissing anymore, mind going fuzzy at the sensation of him knowing you everywhere. His mouth moves greedily to your neck, plastering the same wet and desperate kisses down your jugular. 

You almost let out a shriek when you feel his middle finger sink deeply into you, it was seamless but the way he immediately hooked his finger in you caused a knot in your stomach. 

“A-Adrian I need, m-more pleasgnm” you manage before shoving your head in his neck again, trying to shut yourself up and just feel. 

He whispers against you, warm and alive, “I know sweetie I know, daddy’s gonna feel you up real good. Give you all you need.” 

He starts picking up speed with his finger while he holds you down on his tip, the squelch sound of his hand ramming against you and your wet cunt fills up the room, over taking the movie playing on the screen. 

You moan and whine, unable to even speak. “God you’re so wet, all that for me, my little pie? Is all this slick for me?” You nod frantically, and He adds another finger in without warning, both now taking up space in your pussy. 

He slows down a bit to start moving you on his tip again while you get adjusted to his second finger, getting you more wet so you almost don’t even feel it. His own cock was twitching and leaking, pre-cum pooling onto the blanket, but it would wait.  

You manage to concentrate enough to string some words together, slurred no doubt in your state, “Daddy, sir, please I’m, I'm so close.” 

He coos at your warning, egging it on the way his tongue licks up strips of your skin. He could live in your skin. He wanted to bite, to fuse, to feel the warmth of your blood. 

So he takes a bite, harder than he meant to because you do shriek, “Augh, what the f-” you’re cut off in the way he pressed on last kiss against the indents of his teeth and goes back to your mouth to shut you up. 

He enters a third finger into you and starts going faster, the pace reigniting the knot in your stomach. Your eyes shut tight, and before you can speak again you come all over his hands, secretion dripping all over his fingers. 

He pulls them out and uses his other hand to keep you lazily moving against his tip, staring at you for your reaction as he brings up his fingers to his mouth. The smell of you alone making him feral, arousing something primal in him that he only feels after a successful kill. 

“You’re just as perverted as me, you may not admit it, but that doesn’t mean I’m done with you sweetie.”

You finally get yourself to open your eyes, still shaking and coming down from the orgasm. You don’t rebuttal as you watch the scene before you, Adrian putting his juiced fingers into his mouth one by one. Tongue wrapping around each slowly. 

He’s filthy, taking his time to savor it, the sight honestly made your pussy clench again. He felt it on top of his member. 

“Sit on my face.” He says it like it’s a matter of fact, the only viable option after what you just did. And honestly, you wanted to, but you were shy. It wasn’t a position you often did with your ex. 

“I can just lay down or-” his face darkens at that suggestion, eyebrows furrowed. 

“But that’s not what I said. I said sit on my face. Don't give me other options.” 

You started into his eyes, playing with the hair at his nape. Staring at his puffy pink lips.

“Well, I’ll make the decision for you.” With a small grunt, he shifts his weight and tosses his legs off their current position to man spread. Both feet stamped firmly in a wide stance before putting his hands under your underarms and with one swoop, lifting you up and sitting you down on his face. 

Your hands hold onto the window for support, looking down you had a clear view of Adrian’s eyes and looking up you had a clear view of the driveway and snow outside. 

It’s as if his face was made to fit your most like this, both his hands slid back down to lock in your legs, and he started shoving his lips into your soaked cunt, nose giving a tantalizing poke to your clit. 

His tongue starts lapping you up, eating hungrily away at your core as if you were made for him to feast on. With every squirm his grip tightened, holding you closer. Licking every crevice of your cunt, sucking on the juices spilling out before they can even hit his face. 

One arm held you steady and the other unraveled to go up your body, hand reaching to cup your tit. Fingers are already tweaking your fully hardened nipple before you can notice. Loud moans erupt from your throat, you didn’t even know you could get that loud. 

He starts grinding you down on his face, hard, suffocating himself in your wetness, in your glory. Moving you back and forth until your second orgasm tackles you. 

Adrian was practically humping the air, dick jumping and twitching at all the sounds coming from you. He didn’t even notice when he came, his thighs soaking in a mini pool of his own sperm. 

You barely have time to register what just happened, chest heaving, brain a complete mush. 

You attempt to get up, and finally he lets go, but as soon as you get your footing he stands up as well, knocking you down onto the couch. 

“God, I’m too lazy to even get up. I… I can barely talk.” You giggle, staring up at the tall wooden ceiling. 

Adrian got a handful of napkins and placed them on the table, taking one to clean off a bit of the blanket, his thighs, and the couch. He tossed it on the ground before patting his area. 

“I’m not done with you, come here.” 

As if moving to the sound of his voice, you did exactly that, watching him intently as he grabbed a condom out of the mini vase on the table. 

You position yourself in front of him, waiting for your next instruction. Core, already wet again at the thought of what else he has planned for you. 

He rips the condom open with his teeth and nods his head for you to adjust yourself, “Turn around, hands on the couch, ass up.” 

“Such a meanie” you tease while adjusting yourself exactly like he asked.

You clench, and oblige. Holding the couch firmly and putting yourself in a doggy style position. Thank goodness this count was semi-soft. This position always irritates your knees after a while. 

Adrian gives himself a few lazy pumps, then pulls the condom over his thick and aching cock. It was a sign, he needed to still feel you. His super human body is already ready to stick itself in someone and ejaculate again. “Don’t worry, buddy, I’m not leaving you out.” 

His eyes and hand travel from your ass, spreading them a bit and giving a medium land slap that echoed through the room. The movie is finished now, some closing theme Christmas song playing in the back. 

His hand counted up your body until it found your braids, he tugs once, gently, then again with a bit more pull. Making your head go back until you were looking at him right in the eye. 

“You have no idea, how many times since I first laid my eyes on you, how much I thought about fucking you like this, in these braids. How many times all I could do was stare at you, when I wanted to pump you full of my cum.” 

The moan that escapes your throat is automatic, and he swallows it by bringing his head down and connecting your lips, another hand wrapped around your throat as his tongue enters your mouth again. 

He trails off a few more pecks before letting you go to adjust himself, knees on both sides by your ankles. He spreads your ass cheeks a bit before repositioning his throbbing cock and delving it into you, your walls greeting him with its warmth. 

“Fuck, wish you knew how good you felt. My sweet, sweet, baby angel.” 

He groans while he offers one last deep push, really making sure he was balls deep, chest flat against your back. You could feel the lines of his abs while his cock twitched inside you. 

“Just gonna do this and…”

Both his arms go up over yours, knocking you off balance for a bit, before you lay all your weight back on him. His hold was strong, secure. You felt safe. 

“I got ya, I got you, sweetie. You feel that?”

Adrian gives a thrust; to get the waters and when you let out that little sound that he likes he feels good enough to keep going. His thrust is more coordinated now, you felt every inch of him pulsing in you as he rammed in and out of your velvet cunt. 

“Use your words.”

“Ye-yes. Fuck, you feel so g-good!”

The heat alone was enough to keep him warm through Washington winters, he was sure of it. He could live in it. Live in you.

Your arms were starting to feel heavy but so was the feeling in your stomach, you could practically see his tip bulging a bit in your stomach, you felt full, stuffed. 

“Almost there baby, fuck you feel so tight around me. Sucking me in all greed, huh you pretty little thing?”

Your cunt clenched automatically at his perverse verbiage, and it caused him to sputter a bit. Your pigtails were in his face, becoming undone with each thrust since there were no mini rubber bands to keep the ride at the end. 

“You’re taking me so, so well, bet you’ve never been fucked like this huh?” He feels his confidence growing when you can only manage an incoherent babble in response.

He keeps the rhythm, continuing to pour his all into you, sweat forming on both your bodies and your juices mixed together. His loaded semen ready to spill into your womb. 

It felt too good. 

“Adrian I’m-

“I know s-sweetie, me, me too.” He said chasing the high, picking up his speed while still remaining that deep angled thrust. 

“T-o…fuck, we’ll come together okay?” He reassured, placing a few gentle kisses on the top of your head. 

You nod eagerly, letting your body submit to the sensation you were experiencing. Letting your body and mind submit to him. 

“Come” he groans out like a wild animal, and your body listens, letting go of the knot that had formed from his consistent pumping. 

He comes too, a lot. So much that it starts spilling out of the condom and back onto his already sodden balls. You’re both breathing heavily, you can feel his heart beating against your back. 

“T-thank you.” It was honestly a feeble attempt at speaking, your voice too raspy to really pronounce anything. Mind sub-coming to sleep as your body caught up. 

He lets go gently, pulling out of you and placing you on your back on the couch before standing and stretching. 

He slips the condom off, dropping it into the pile of used napkins. 

Looking over at you, you were already soundly asleep. Cute. 

The markings on your body were all remnants of him. Good.

He used the last unused napkins to clean you up, removing any stain he could see. He couldn’t help the smile when he noticed the bruises starting to form on your hips and neck, the bite indent right over your jugular. Not too deep, but they’d at least last an extra two days. 

It stirred up something territorial in him, he grazed his finger over each one. Later. He said to himself, when you’ve recovered from these rounds.

Once done, he tossed the spoiled napkins in the trash. Blanket and clothes in the washing machine, and change into different clothes to go out and buy some food. 

When you woke up you felt sore all over, and freezing. You were covered by a different blanket but had no clothes on. 

You attempt to get up and your knees buckle, you hold onto the couch and table and low and behold, on the table there was a morning after pill, an Advil, a bottle of water and a sticky note. 

You pick up the sticky note

“Hey pretty, decided to let you sleep. 

Went to get some food for dinner 

Will brb :)”

“Sticky note instead of a text? Definitely getting old” you laughed but it was honestly touching. 

The handwriting looked eerily similar to the note you got in your locker but then again, most men had shit hand writing. Setting the sticky note back down, you wrap the blanket tighter to keep warm. He cleaned up before he left as well so after peeing, showering and changing into some fresh pajamas you started looking for extra blankets.

Your hair was still damp from the shower, the cool air making you shiver as you quietly shifted through the cabin for the right closet. 

“There should be some extra somewhere…”

You open up a closet door near the stairs and are met with a horrid dry stench. Like the aftermath of a long day at a a farmers market, or the butchers 

You flip the switch, and once your eyes adjust to the new light, revealing the cause of the smell. You fall back with a loud thud, arms barely keeping you up straight as you gawk in horror. an inaudible wry, trying to free itself from your throat as you look at what seems to be dried, bloodied clothes and a hacksaw  

You try to crawl backwards, further away from the scene, but your back hits something firm. Not only that, but you look up, and sure enough, Adrian is staring straight ahead at the scene, almost lost in thought before he finally speaks up.

His voice now like claws against a chalkboard in your ringing ears, “I told you to just wait for me.” he finally looks down, an eerie stillness. “Always my little curious explorer.”

The scream comes now, before you can even control it. Your eyes shut, refusing to even look at the sight of him for any second longer. It’s loud and guttural, but even then, it doesn’t truly capture the fear in your bones.

The sun was down now, you were in a cabin alone with a man nearly twice your age, the only car was his, and you just saw a pile of bloodied male clothes that seemed a lot like clothes for your estranged boyfriend.

You think back to the day before your boyfriend suddenly left, and you two were fine. Sure, you were both worn out from the constant working, sharing a car, and some bills, but you were fine. And the phone call, what had he said again? Fuck, why were you blanking now of all moments? His voice was shaky, but you had assumed he was drinking.

It all started coming back to you: the missing underwear, the car, randomly losing your house key for a few hours, the cologne… oh, god, “he was wearing his cologne.”

Your knees nearly give out as you use the last of your strength to lock the door. You look around in the room, remnants of what was just a romantic getaway, now a literal crime scene.

You force yourself up, ignoring the hot tears still trailing down your face, heart hammering in your chest, practically threatening to jump out.

You’re picking up anything that’s yours that you can see, launching them all straight into your duffel, trying to ignore the flashing images of what could most likely be your boyfriend and listen out for any faint noise outside, but it’s quiet, and that’s what scares you.

You shove on some pants that were lying around and your hoodie that was resting on the chair. Honestly, your mind was blank. The primary plan was to get away from here as fast as possible and figure out the rest later. You’re putting on the running shoes you had on when suddenly three unsettling knocks are on the bedroom door.

You jump up out of your seat in fear, but stay still, body reacting already, tense and shaking as you think about the dangerous man that you had just let in, on the other side of the door.

“Baby, sweetie? I know you’re in there, muffin, c’mon and open the door. Let’s talk,” he coos. He fucking coos, as if this situation was totally normal, as if he was just lying or cheating.

There’s a bit of shuffling, and shaking of the knob before he speaks up again, “Babygirl? You didn’t unlock the door, how are we supposed to talk, huh?”

“Just please, let me leave, Adrian, I won’t tell anyone what I saw, I promise, just please,” you murmur at the end, breaking down again now.

“Leave, leave?” he repeats. “That can’t be right, could’ve sworn I just heard you say you want to leave me. Over what? A minor fucking mistake that you won’t even let me fucking explain? Open the goddamn door, please.”

You scoff, laughing at the “please” he inserted at the end, as if you didn’t just witness and smell the rotting clothes of your fucking ex-boyfriend. You look around for something to help you, frantic as the pulling of the doorknob gets louder. You dig through one of the mini compartments in your duffel bag and find a pen. It would have to do if all else fails.

It’s quiet, too quiet.

You slip the pen in your bra and turn, and the door is still closed. You get down on the ground, your face touching the floor, which would’ve repulsed you, but you were attempting to see if his feet were still at the door. They were, until he walked to the left.

What the fuck? Where was he going? Was he actually leaving, or was it a trick to lure you out?

You get up, brushing your face off and taking light steps to the door, careful not to make any noise on the antique wooden cabin floors. Your heart is practically bursting out of your chest; you had to hold your breath to ease yourself into even getting close to the door, afraid of him hearing you.

You put your ear against the door, quiet as a mouse. Nothing. Not a peep. That is, until you hear a soft repetitive—

“I am so incredibly fucked you— nah, you can’t even begin to imagine, but we don't have to be like this. We can just go back to before you decided to be a fucking nosy rat,” He growls the last part, figures large and daunting as he steps towards you, and you, your heart pumping out of your chest.

He looms over you fully now, in your space.

“This is nothing, but you didn't want to let me fucking explain.” His eyes go big as he huffs, frustration in the shake of his fists alone, barely containing themselves at his side. “Look at me, look at me!” he yells, and you finally do, hot tears streaming down your face.

Where did it go wrong for you, or was it wrong all along?

“How could you do that to him, to anyone? Why me?”

Adrian laughs like you asked an audacious question, “This doesn’t have to be like this, why do you have to go snooping around in places your nose doesn’t belong, sweetie?”

You didn’t take the silly work gossip too seriously then, I mean really what could this seemingly bland old man who managed some dingy diner be so adamant on hiding? This was far worse than you could imagine, the snarl in his words cutting the air.

You could tell he wasn’t going to hurt you, but it wasn’t harmless, it seemed the anger almost confused him at the moment. Like he was lost in it, no, at home in it.

Shaking, cowering really in the corner as he continues puffing out air, muttering to himself now in small spaces. Still in your general direction, blocking you but no longer breathing your air, but you still couldn’t breathe.

Your throat was tight, hot tears now drying, mouth literally shaking from all the whimpers you can’t hold back. And you felt sick because your cunt was still damp against your panties. You were wet. How shameful.

This weekend was perfect, truly. How could it end like this? You could’ve never imagined, but maybe it was there all along. You sink down to the floor, your knees limp, barely holding you together in the first place.

He barely casts you a glance as he starts looking around the room, still muttering to himself as he picks up his own items and starts shoving them into the other duffel bag.

Your throat hurts, but you force yourself to try to speak after some time. “What are you doing?” you manage to rasp out.

Before he even turns around you activate your ability, turning invisible. 

You hold in your breath, though not necessary but the fear alone made you feel like your heart was beating too loudly. 

“Where the fuck did she go?” he calls out your name, and you almost slip on a shirt on the ground. 

As soon as you regained your composure, and he was a bit further away, you snatched the duffle you had been repacking and bolted out the door. You have a 5-second head start considering everything you touch also turns invisible but once he noticed it was missing and heard the squeaking of the steps, he rushed behind you. 

You pick up speed and once downstairs your eyes lock in on his car keys on the kitchen island on top of another envelope next to the bag of groceries

Would it be so wrong to steal from a potential murderer who may have tortured your boyfriend? 

You pick up the key and envelope in one go, almost tripping over the living room carpet with how fast you're running. Your arms were beginning to get tired, and when you looked back, Adrian was at the top of the steps, clearly assessing the situation. 

You set down the things on the couch for a moment, tiptoe back to the kitchen, and begin throwing a bunch of plates and silverware on the floor between the kitchen and living room to create more distance between the two of you while walking backwards

He had his glasses on now and definitely saw the carpet move from where you tripped, and where all the ruckus was coming from, he bolted down the stairs.

You pick everything back up once he's at the end of the steps, and this gives you the extra fuse of energy you needed to make a beeline to the door

"What a neat little trick, so you can turn invisible, huh?"

Once outside, you toss everything in the car; you can worry about double-checking later. You hop into the driver's seat and insert the key into the key fob. With your foot on the gas, you repeatedly try to reverse out of the driveway, but the car won't start.

The cabin door swings open and reveals Adrian, walking out with bloodied feet, dragging a trail of red behind him with each step

A quick glance at him, you would not be able to tell you were in a high-stress situation. He seemed perfectly calm, walking towards you. 

You're hitting the wheel now, doing whatever internal prayer you know for the car to move, “C’mon, you fucking junker, start!” 

That seems to work; the car revs, and you swerve out of the driveway. This makes him pick up his speed, now running head-on, but it's too late. Thankfully, you're fully pressing onto the gas, going 40 over, and ignoring the speed limit of the quiet road 

You only allow yourself to let out a laugh of relief, you didn't realize you were holding in when you're surrounded by nothing but the familiar trees you recognize when you guys were first on your way here.

an: creds for candy cane divider Saradika-graphics. guys, I hate my writing LMAO considered deleting this until I fixed it to my standards but I have no time regardless 😢 I hope this was somewhat enjoyable for anyone reading this, thank you for sparing my demented one shot your time <3

idk when my next project will be but please send req in the mean time!!!

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hey how are you? could you write jinx x reader? something like jinx taking the reader's virginity. thanks ❤️🫰🏻

My favorite piltie

A/N: Hello! I am okay anon, thanks for asking! Just a bit sad that tomorrow Arcane will end😭.

I want to make it clear that I tried to do this before the next act drops, so I wrote it in two days and some things might not be very good, but I hope you will enojiy it nonetheless!!

Contains: female reader, detailed description of a wound, smut. All characters are 20+ years.

2,8 K/4 pages

When Jinx came knocking at your door tonight, you didn't think you'd end up in this position: her hands gripping at the skin of your chest and with her head buried in it.

The beginning of your night had kicked off with a strange twist when you heard a knock on your fifth floor appartment's window. You gulped down your fear and with a fast beating heart, looked past the window's glass to see a crouching figure with bright pink eyes staring at you. Any other occasion and you would have died on the spot, but you knew who she was. As soon as you opened the window, the figure let herself in, crawling out of the darkness and into the light of your room. "You are so nice letting me in, piltie" she said, and you don't miss the venom laced in the last word she spoke. "Your people aren't really known to be kind" her long fingers mess with the many little trinkets displayed on your shelves, checking their mechanisms and turning their gears.

"What do you want, Jinx?" you can feel a tingling sense of anger inside your skull at her continuous teasings.

You still remember the first time you had seen her, running from enforcers and covering her wounded shoulder.

You knew how ruthless they could be, especially since Miss Kirramman had taken control over the city. In a strange turn of events, you had found her curled up in one of Piltover's abandoned alleys and brought her with you to your home, taking care of her for the next few days until you found your window open and the blue haired criminal nowhere to be seen. During that time, you grew fond of her and were sad when she disappeared. Some weeks had passed and your life continued to flow normally, until she showed up at your door again. You were actually kind of amazed by the fact that she managed to sneak inside the appartment's building without being noticed, but after the third time, when someone called the enforcers on her, she had begun to climb on the building's exterior and knock at your window instead.

"Oh nothing, just wanted to pay a visit to my favorite piltie" she falls back on your bed, sizing you up from head to toe with that smirk of hers that makes your heart beat faster. "That's all?" the mattress dips under your weight as you sit next to her, always keeping your eyes on hers. "Mhmm, maybe" she fishes something from a bag -one you've just noticed- and shakes it: a small glass globe filled with water and fake flakes of snow. The tallest buildings of Piltover reflect the warm lights of your room, making the city of progress look ethereal under the glass. But it wasn't the shiny buildings or the snowflakes that got your attention, but a small name made with metal and gear parts glued to the bottom of the globe. "No way...is this a real Valdiani?!" the shock in your voice makes Jinx's heart flutter, something that she has never experienced before.

She lets out a proud snuff of air from her nose, pushing her chest outwards, "Consider it a gift for my fav- shit!" the sudden swear catches your attention and you look over to see Jinx doubled over. "Jinx! What is going on?!" It's faint, but you can see her hands wrapped tightly around her left side, traces of blood seeping from between her fingers. "Oh shit! Jinx what happened?" she lets out a breathless chuckle, her skin suddenly far paler than normally. "Hah, just some gift the bluebellies have given me" she sucks in a breath when you move her hands, biting a scream away. A deep wound runs along her side, pus forming where her skin had been pulled back from the slash, bleeding red on your covers. You run outside of your room and collect gauze, antiseptic, healing creme and a glass of water.

"Here, bite this" you hand her an old cloth, which she promptly places in between her teeth. "Ready?" she nods, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. The heat of your hand is the only thing that brings her comfort. She isn't ready though when you pour the liquid over her wound: it feels like billions of needles stinging and burning her flesh, making her want to vomit.

"There there, it's over..." you quickly dry her skin and massage the healing cream on her, finally finishing when you cover her stomach with the gauze. She releases a huff of relief, mindlessly tangling her fingers with yours. When the pain subsides, she realizes how close the two of you are. You on your knees, her panting and sweating, how close you are to her and how fast her heart is beating. It would take a second, just a second for her to reach for your lips and melt into you...

"Uh... I- uh, just-, what happened?" you try to not sound too shy but your voice gives your feelings away. "I..." Jinx's throat bobs and it seems that she'd rather curl herself up like a hedgehog than admitting whatever she did. "You know, the usual. Went on a walk, stormed a shop, stole some things, got the enforcers called on me and..." she gestures towards her side, "...this happened".

Jinx isn't clear with her words, but something about the blush on her skin hints at the fact that there may be something else underneath her facade. You might try at least, right? Reaching for the glass globe, you twirl it in your hands, watching the snowflakes fall on Piltover. "Jinx...did you get chased after stealing this?", she doesn't answer, but her shy silence is enough for you.

"Why? Why do this for me?" she pouts her lips before answering, still held back by some sort of pride. "W-what can I say? Anything for my favorite piltie...".

A heavy silence fills the room, of the kind that is difficult to bear.

You can't believe it. You just can't believe that she'd be so reckless, so stupid! It's difficult to bite your anger back, but you do so, and instead of crying or screaming or scolding her, like Jinx thought you were going to do, you just hug her tightly against your chest. Your grip is so strong against her that she feels like she'll choke on it.

But you are so warm in comparison to her body, so, so warm. For the first time in a while, after Silco's death, after Vi's betrayal, after everything went to shit, she feels like she can breathe. And so she does, inhaling your scent in between, tasting it on her tongue. When you pull back, Jinx's eyelids are heavy with want, her mouth slightly open and her skin red.

It takes a second for her lips to push against yours, for her hands to come up and grab your face and pull you down towards her. The kiss is surprisingly tender for it to be Jinx's: you expected teeth and tongue, not pecks and soft touches. The way she sighs and runs her hands on your chest has you keening for her. "Jinx..." a small line of spit connects your lips, and before you can say anything else, she wipes it off on your bottom lip and sighs, "You know what piltie? I think I deserve something too".

Blinking at her a couple of times, she groans at your naivety and continues while taking your cheeks in her hand. "It has been a hard day for me: running from enforcers, bleeding all the way here... I think I deserve a gift too".

And that's where you are now, naked from the waist up with Jinx on your lap, diligently taking what's hers. The way her tongue teases your nipple is something to die for. It seems all her softness has died with the kiss you shared before, now tugging and biting every part of you. You gasp as she bites your nipple, leaving the indents of her teeth on the delicate skin.

"If I knew I could see you all shy and fidgety-" she tugs your left nipple with her long fingers, smiling cruelly when tearing a gasp from you, "...I would have done this earlier". Her lips leave your right nipple, spit chilling the skin, before she teases both of them with the point of her fingernails, moving and tickling them.

Jinx lets out one of those cruel laughs of hers before diving right back on your nipple, giving it one last kiss and moving towards your stomach. She kisses and strokes every one of your scars, every mole or freckle, every inch of skin, until she comes across the hem of your pants. "N-No wait, Jinx..." you place your hand on her forehead, strands of blue hair falling in between your fingers. She halts immediatley at your discomforted voice, billions of little alarms going off in her head and an attentive yet scared look in her eyes. "What is it?".

"I... I have to tell you something" and with that, her heart beats faster and faster and that obnoxious voice inside her head speaks; 'You've hurt her' and 'Look at what you've done' and 'Did you really think she would genuinely like you?'. But your voice is stronger than theirs. "Hey? Is everything alright? We don't have to do this" in the meantime, your hand cups her cheek, thumb stroking at the pale skin. "Yeah I- I am okay. And I want to" her own fingers close in on you and she takes a moment to breathe. Your own warmth is one of the only things that can make her calm. When the voices blur away and only you and her are left, she opens her eyes again, your reflection sharp inside their pink. "What do you have to tell me?" now it was your time to take a breath, because knowing Jinx, she could have two reactions over your news: making fun of you or absolutely losing her shit. "I... I am a virgin".

She takes a moment to process the information and then lets out a wheezing laugh, making blood rise quickly to your face. "That's it?! I thought I accidentally hurt you or something!". The only thing you can do at this point is pout and look away offended. "Oh come on toots" her hands take a hold of your face before turning you to her, who is smiling softly and with tenderness. "I am just kidding. Don't be so moody. And besides..." she captures your lips, biting and licking and sucking until they darken, leaving a faint trace of blood where her teeth were, "...It's so fucking hot".

The descent to get to her prize is tedious and long, but Jinx can't help but want to savor each one of its steps. Her fingers finally hook on the hem of your pants and pull down, revealing your naked thighs to her; the only thing stopping her from claiming her prize is the fabric of your underwear. "Wait a second..." despite how cute you look to her, Jinx rolls her eyes at yet another one of your attempts to stop her. "What, toots? You don't want me to fuck you?" your eyes widen when she so bluntly says that, without an ounce of embarrassment on her face, but continue. "What?! N-no I want to....it's just that..." you eye Jinx's position on the floor. "The wound might be painful if you crouch... I don't want you to hurt yourself".

"So, what do you want me to do?". You look back between Jinx and the plush, comfortable bed, a lightbulb popping off on your head. "Lie on the bed", you say, making Jinx blink a few times before processing and understanding your intentions. "Ohh, I didn't take you for the kinky type, toots". She crawls over the bed, making sure to look as alluring as possible, then lies down with her head pressed on one of your pillows. "There. Do you like this more?" the way that she's so smug about it, with that stupid smirk of hers, makes you want to choke her to death.

"Shut the fuck up", you follow her, placing yourself on each side of her head, feeling her hands rise on your tighs to curl on the soft fabric she so wishes were to disappear. "Hmhm, alright" she eyes the patch of cloth that has begun to show a wet stain, images of what she is going to do to you already flashing in her mind. But this position prevents her from sliding them off without you having to move away from her, and she'd rather keep you and your pussy here. "You know, as much as I love how cute you look with these..." you only have a brief moment to see a malicious glint in her eyes, before she tears your underwear apart, leaving you naked in front of her "I'd much rather have you bare". "Jinx! I just told you to shut up!" it doesn't help that she doesn't mind you and whistles loudly, making you feel more and more embarrassed. "And I -shut up!-. And-and those were expensive! Do you know how-!" but all your words die in your throat when she, with a strength you didn't know she had, pulls you flat against her mouth.

She licks your clit like a starved woman, like it will be the last meal she'll ever have. She doesn't dive right in your pussy, instead takes her sweet time to torture you, making you wish she'd just fuck you already. "Jinx...please, I-" she opens her eyes to see you above her, naked and panting with pleasure, something she only ever dreamt of seeing.

She can't say no to her favorite piltie. Her cold hands grab your ass, propping you up in a new angle on her face so you can't move, but she can do everything she wants to. She spends the next minutes milking your pleasure out of you, before pushing one finger slowly inside of you. You gasp in pain at first, a small trickle of blood wetting your skin and her fingers, and after a few minutes, feeling need arise from the depths of your guts. Jinx's eyes widen when she first feels you move atop her fingers, riding them messily; and she already has a new idea. "No, none of that toots" with her left hand, she yanks your hips down on her fingers, preventing you from moving further. Her next words feel like ice cold water on naked skin; "I won't make you cum if you do it again" and as if that wasn't bad enough, she emphasizes her point with a trust of her fingers. "You will be a good girl, won't you?".

"Yes, yes, yes I will be a good girl..." her smile is all you see before she disappears underneath your thighs. As soon as you get used to the alien feeling of her fingers inside of you, her pace is unrelenting; fast and hard, torturing your clit with her lips. She takes your hips and places your slit directly onto her tongue, forcing you to grind down on it. When you start to wheeze from her touches, she decides to move onto the next phase of her plan. "Hey baby, get up a sec" you would rather keep on grinding on her tongue, but comply anyway. You get up, putting ditance between your slit and her mouth, but while you do, she directly shoves in her fingers, making your legs almost give out. With her other hand she pushes you until your ass is flat against her lap. "Come on, bounce" you don't let her repeat herself twice, already fucking yourself on her fingers at the best of your abilities. What she's seeing is far better than anything she could have ever dreamt of: her favorite piltie bouncing up and down her fingers, eyes heavy and panting above her. And your movements on her own crotch only make her feel more and more euphoric. Oh, if only she could feel you... When she curls her finger on that spot that has you keening, you finally come undone; finger intertwined, billions of stars exploding beneath your eyelids and electricity coursing through your veins. You collapse on her, skin against skin, puffing and gasping for each breath. Your whines reach Jinx's ears and right now, she wants nothing more than to tear orgasms upon orgasms from you, but she'll have to wait.

You roll over, taking a place near her on the bed, shivering from the intensity of your first time. And when Jinx, with a horrifyingly both sweet and sadistic smile turns to you, excitement clear on her face, your pussy clenches around nothing and your blood turns to ice. "So, wanna go again?"

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Dante Sparta x reader:

Prompt: Sex pollen trope

My partner @rook-the-took and I watched the new Devil May Cry anime twice now and have seriously gotten hooked. Dante is everything I love about fictional dorky men. I wrote this largely for self indulgence and because I’ve never tried this prompt before. Enjoy! I know I did 😉

You helped Dante down into the sofa, where you both collapsed in a heap. Dante sighed with relief and began to pull off his coat.

“Man, that venom packed a punch. I’m still feeling weird. Kinda hot and bothered.”

“I’ll grab you some water. Let’s just rest and chill.”

“Good plan,” Dante replied with a groan.

Tonight’s Demon Hunt proved to be a challenge, even for the pair of you. Their target had been a cross between Humanoid and scorpion. Their stinger head managed to cut Dante on his side. His injury was already improving but it had left him out of sorts and lightheaded. Good old demon DNA to help him heal quickly.

He watched you walk off and found his eyes wander down to your swaying hips. He forced his gaze away, all too aware that now was not the time to proposition you. He busied himself with finding a movie for y’all to watch and pulled off his boots. You returned after a few minutes with drinks and snacks, settling next to him on the sofa.

You handed Dante the glass and he took it with thanks, greedily taking several big swallows.

You laughed and raised your own glass, “Cheers, to your health,”

A little of the drink spilled from the corner of your mouth, running a trail down your neck. Dante’s eyes tracked it to your collarbone, immediately wanting to lick it away. He wanted to latch his mouth to your neck and leave a collar of hickeys. He wanted to hear you gasp and moan for him.

“…I-I’m gonna get changed. I’ll be right back,” Dante excused himself and darted into the bathroom. He changed into loose, fitted shorts and a T-shirt before splashing cold water down his face and neck. Once he felt brave enough to face you, he went back out into the living room.

Yo had also changed into pjs, a blue tank top with long bottoms. The sight of you cozy and relaxed made his heart pound and his cock twitch. He tried to shove the thought aside, but no luck. He wanted to fuck you so badly it started to hurt. But now was not the time. Plopping himself down into the couch, he grabbed hold of his patience and held a pillow in his lap.

He did his best to distract himself with the tv show, snacks, and cold drinks, and it worked for a bit. He certainly felt better now that he had something on his stomach. Yet, when a commercial came on, he saw you shift in his peripheral vision. You stretched your arms out big and he loved watching your muscles flex.

You scooted closer and draped yourself in his lap. Dante’s hand immediately moved to comb through your arm, both in affection and to keep you from moving too much. “How are you feeling, love? All good now?”

“Yeah, yeah. Better thanks to you,”

You rolled over onto your back to look up at him. Dante spotted the outline of your nipples poking through your shirt, and sucked in a deep breath. He found you attractive at almost all times, but right now you were the finest meal he had ever laid eyes on and he was a starving man. He let his eyes linger for a few more seconds, and then tried to focus back on the TV. He knew he was holding himself too stiffly, but what else was he to do When all your little movements sent shocks straight to his cock?

After several painfully long minutes, you sat up and hit the mute button on the remote, “ all right, out with it.”

“ I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Dante attempted.

“Something has you distracted, or riled up. So what is it?”

Dante‘s cheeks reddened as he slowly pulled the pillow out of his lap.

You giggled and squeezed his hand, “Oh, is that all?

“Baby, I feel like I’m gonna explode. Uh, I think this is a side effect of the venom.”

“Oh. No wonder you’ve been acting jumpy. You usually love having me sit in your lap for chill times.”

“I need relief. I-I can go take care of this myself if you aren’t comfortable…” Dante moved to leave, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Hang on, big guy…I think I’m feeling it too,” you replied with a soft smirk.

His eyes widened at your words, “Really? How? You didn’t get stung.”

“I thought maybe the effects were contagious. Or perhaps you’re just giving off a shit ton of pheromones.” You scoot closer, taking his hand to place a kiss.

“…So, you’re okay with this? All of this?”

You leaned down by his ear to whisper, “Love, my panties are soaked through. I want to ride you until I see stars.”

Dante needed no further encouragement. You two quickly stripped each other, trading kisses as you went, and Dante pushed you down into your back with a thud. He attacked your neck with a hunger that left you gasping. He cock hung heavy and flushed red with painful blood flow. He let out little grunts each time it made contact with your skin. You reached down to toy with the head a bit, and he let out a sinful moan.

“Fuck, baby. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” Not one to be shown up, Dante slipped his hand down toward your folds and was blown away by your wetness.

“About what you are doing to me, I’d say.”

With a grin, he slid his fingers inside with ease, humming, and satisfaction as you clenched around him. You both rubbed into each other‘s hands, desperate for more friction, more of each other.

“More,” you beg, “Please give it to me,”

Dante growled and flashed that signature grin before lining himself up with your hole. He sank into you, hot inch by inch. You both keened when he bottomed out, panting with the relief it brought. This is what you both needed. ‘Fuck your brains out’ Dante was just the animal you needed to make the world go fuzzy.

He began to thrust in and out with a slow drag, savoring the bliss. Gradually, he picked up the pace faster and faster, turning more needy and desperate as he went along. His hands grappled at your hips, your tits, your shoulders, and your legs, anything to get to ram himself into you. Each thrust was punctuated by growls and moans, filthy words fell from his lips without a trace of shame.

“Fucking hell, baby. You, you feel even b-better than usual. I feel like I’m ready to blow,”

“Inside!” You ordered as you grabbed Dante’s hand, “Cum inside me, D. I want you to!”

Dante pounced on you for kisses and placed one leg down on the floor. At this angle, his cock massaged against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled backward with pleasure, writhing and squeezing with your whole body. Dante laughed into the kiss and continued thrusting. Just as you felt you might break, Dante lightly rubbed your clit. Stars exploded behind your eyes and you came with a muffled scream. Every inch of you caught fire, including where Dante continued to rearrange your guts, prolonging the orgasm.

At last, he grunted and groaned his way through his own release, with a cry of “Angel”, he came. Hard. He then slumped on his side, with his cock still buried inside your cunt. He pulled you to his chest while he caught his breath, kissing along your sweaty skin.

“That was a-amazing, big guy. I can’t complain about these side effects,” you joke as you stroke his cheek.

He laughs and the vibrations spread throughout you. “I loved it too. You make the prettiest sounds…But I’ll admit I’m not done having fun.” You looked up at him with a questioning smirk, “I’m still rock fucking hard, angel.”

You pressed your hand to his chest to get him to sit up, “Oh? Let me help with that. I want to make good on what I said.”

Dante’s eyes widened and his smile melted you. He settled back into the couch and placed his hands on your hips. You raised yourself up on your knees and sank back onto his cock. The cum still inside you made a sloppy, wet sound that gave you both chills. The slap of skin on skin joined the chorus of your moans. Any coherent thoughts from that point on we’re replaced by the hungry ache for each other’s bodies. You both looked down to find the absolute mess where you were joined together. Your combined juices shined brought and sticky on your skin, slick and arousing. Dante wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in closer, pressing his ear to your chest.

“This is easily the loudest, wettest sex we’ve ever had. Fucking filthy with all that cum.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust and toying at your harder nipples. You could have made a porn star blush with your moans.

“I f-feel so full, Dante. It’s like you were m-made for me.”

Dante lifted his head to suck at the sensitive spot below your ear, “Mine. All fucking mine,” he groaned. Your next orgasm was fast approaching, especially with every bounce, your clit rubbed against his bush at the base of his cock. Finally, you felt wave after wave of pleasure crash into you, biting down on his shoulder and digging your nails into him.

Dante hissed at the sharp stings of pain, but it also made something rumble deep in his chest. As you went boneless against him, Dante doubled his efforts and began to piston into you, “Whoa, you came so much, hun! Yer s-squeezing down so tight around me. Shit, yer making me cum! Every part of me just says ‘cum!’”

With one more pump, Dante spilled his load into and screamed. He nutted so hard he thought he went blind for a second. He fell back onto the couch, and pulled you with him, gentle kisses as he went.

“ I would call this a very successful hunt,” you teased, and grinded your hips a bit for emphasis.

“ I have to agree. I never knew you could make sounds like that. fuck it if the neighbors complain.”

“Oh yeah, screw them.”

“I thought I was screwing you. I could keep going.” He teased back and nibbled at your ear.

You swatted his shoulder lightly, “ You dork. And yes, please. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Without missing a beat, Dante scooped you up and bridal carried you to the bedroom. There were indeed noise complaints from the neighbors, especially once they heard the headboard banging. The two of you apologized, but felt zero shame in your indulgence of each other.

[deliwrites]

ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 // Baby Saja

// DATE // 23rd of June 2025 -> 26th of June 2025 // WORDS // 16.7k+ // SUMMARY // Reader is a member of Huntr/x, Rumi's twin sister to be precise. Y/n doesn't want to hide who she is anymore. Wanting to prove to Rumi that Mira and Zoey will trust them, she shares what she is knowing Rumi will back her up. Only they don't trust her and Rumi sends her to her death or so she thought, now it's time for revenge.

- Everything below this until the gif can be considered as spoilers. Be surprised and skip straight to the story or read the rest in this section at your own risk. MDNI! PS. This whole story is a spoiler for the movie if you have not seen it yet! -

// PAIRING // Baby Saja x femHuntrix!reader, Rumi x Jinu, Zoey x Mystery, Romance x Mira x Abby // WARNING // angst, fluff, (soul)mates, explicit smut, again, minor do not interact with this post, dom!baby/sub!reader, p in v, unprotected sx(wrap it before you tap it please), fingering, oral fem receiving, praise kink, biting, mating, possessive behavior, (I think it is) slight humiliation kink

// Main Story // Bonus Chapters //

“Rumi?” I start as I pull on the costume for the Golden promo with her. Did she release Golden maybe a bit early. Most definitely but I will always support her decisions.

“Yeah?”

“I want to tell them,” my voice is quiet, a little afraid of what her reaction will be.

“Y/n, Celine told us to wait,” she almost hisses, fear clear on her face.

“I know, I know,” pulling on the tight white shorts. “But they know us, they know were not like the other demons. Hell, all the other ones are ugly,” Rumi chuckles at that, shaking her head.

“That’s true, but I still think we shouldn’t tell them.”

“Okay, what if only I tell them about me. You don’t have to get involved. I’ll prove to you that they’ll accept us and then you can tell them too!” I tell her with full confidence. No doubt in my mind.

“Okay, I’ll back you up,” I squeal as I pull her into a tight hug.

“Couch! Couch! Couch! Couch!” I hear Mira and Zoey chant as they shuffle their way to the couch arms filled with snacks. Dropping the snacks on the white fluffy couch. Dropping right next to snacks.

“Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff,” Zoey sighs.

“So relaxing,” Mira murmurs sinking into the couch.

“Hey. Have a good break?” Rumi asks appearing behind the two.

“Huh?” Mira looks at her bewilders. “What? No. We literally just sat down!” chuckling I walk around the couch and take a seat on the coffee table.

“Why are you two in your new costumes?” Zoey asks as both sit up, eyes shifting between the two of us.

“Rumi, you didn’t,” both Mira and Zoey turn to Rumi, knowing if it would be either of us it would be Rumi. “Did you announce the new single?” Rumi's only response is a wide grin.

“The promo starts tomorrow- Tonight?”

“Tonight?” Mira and Zoey say in surprise. “Rumi, no! No!” the two start to whine playfully with a sense of true disappointment lacing their voices.

“No!” I hand Zoey her costume while Rumi hands Mira hers.

“But before we leave,” I begin, as the two of them begrudgingly start pulling on the costumes. Their eyes going to me as they keep getting dressed. Not bothered at all about changing in front of us. “I have something to share,” my voice goes from excited to nervous. My eyes flickering between all three. “It’s hard for me, but I don’t think I can hide it for much longer,” I stare down at my shaking hands. Zoey takes one of my hands, squeezing in reassurance.

“We will always be here for you,” she says, a gentle smile gracing her face.

“Well, I-” shaking off the jacket from my costume. The patterns slowly coming into view, drawing gasps from Mira and Zoey. Who pulls away her hand. Both of them drawing their weapons making me jump back standing up at the other end of the coffee table. My heart beating faster than it already did.

“You’re a demon,” Mira’s voice is angry as she spits the words out like she’s disgusted by the sight of me.

“I thought you would-” my voice is shaky and quiet as I stare in disbelief. “Rumi…” my eyes lock on my sisters, a desperate call for help. Zoey and Mira turn to Rumi with a hint of betrayal in their eyes.

“Did you know?” Zoey asks Rumi threateningly. A tone Zoey has never used against us before.

“No,” Rumi’s voice is cold. Detached. But her eyes burn. Drawing her own weapon, pointing the long end of the blade at me as she jumps over the couch. “I can’t believe you would betray us like this,” it’s like she’s saying it to herself for betraying her sister like this. With no other options, she steps up onto the coffee table - like it’s a stage. Like this moment has been building since the day we were born. Driving the blade through my chest. Tears in both our eyes as I shudder. The pain from the tear in my chest making me scream silently and then I implode, collapsing inward in a burst of magenta smoke - silent and final.

I didn’t die like I expected. Instead I found myself leaning on my knees, crying into my arms in front of Gwi ma. The flame entity laughing at my despair.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n,” he tsk’ed like he was disappointed to see me. “Guess you should have kept it hidden,” he laughs again deep and evil. “Now you’re my demon!” his voice booms across the crowd of demons who start laughing with their king. The events of tonight start playing over and over in my head loud, feeling like it gets louder and louder. I had no control over it. I couldn't stop them, couldn't dampen them. My hands cover my ears but it doesn't change anything.

I don’t really notice until I open my eyes again. The laughter has died down after I had been moved by Gwi ma, is my guess, to just beyond the crowd of demons.

I tried walking away but kept being dragged back. Making me sigh and stay at the edge of where I was apparently allowed to be. I could barely see any of the other demons through the smoke and deemed myself alone enough. If this was all the space I was allowed to have now, I would take it. Sinking to the lava rock ground. I pull my knees up to my chest. Wrapping my arms around them.

The ground wasn't comfortable. Far from it. But sitting was better than to stay standing. The moment I thought everything settled the voices came back louder than ever before, making me bury my face in my arms.

“Did you know?” “No.” “Okay, I’ll back you up” “I can’t believe you would lie to us like this.”

The voices sounded like screaming, ringing in my ears. Tears running down my face again filled with the pain of betrayal. The feeling of her sword driving into my chest solidified the feeling of betrayal. If there was someone I thought I could trust it would be Rumi.

I don't know how long he tortured me for like this. Making it go silent, giving me a false sense of control before returning it in full. But it feels like an eternity.

Little did I know I was being observed by a group of 400 year old demons who looked awfully human compared to the others. Nor did I notice when one of them approached me. First the male just sat beside me, keeping a bit of a distance. Almost like he didn’t want to startle me.

It was like his calm aura surrounded me, softening the voices that were screaming at me. Blinking away my tears in confusion. Looking right, then left. Finding him sat there. Leaning back on his hands, left knee up, his right leg stretched out.

I couldn't stop my brows from furrowing. Shuffling a little further away from the male. Demons are bad. They can’t be trusted. I tell myself, my gaze falling onto my own patterns. Right, I am one. The patterns hadn’t spread this far before I was sent here. Now I looked like a full demon, even if I knew I was only half a demon. My hands turning into fists realizing I would be stuck here forever.

I didn't acknowledge him. Turning away from him. But it felt like he was too far away. Shaking my head I tried to ignore it. Though it didn't take long for me to break the silence we sat in.

“Why are you here?” I dare to ask. Hating myself for going against everything I believed in.

He doesn't say anything making me sigh. Turning back to him my body relaxes, just a bit as the distance becomes smaller. Loosening the stiffness in my legs. Not understanding why I’m suddenly feeling relaxed, I continue. “Here to mock me? 1 huntress down 3 to go.”

“No.”

It’s short. Stopping me from continuing. I look at him, eyes wide. Taking in his pale purple skin, bright golden eyes, blue hair, traditional black Korean attire. He didn’t look at me. Instead staring off into the distance, not that there was much to see. The area mostly covered in smoke.

“I’m here in case you need someone who understands-”

“Understand? You’re a demon, you feel no emotions! How could you possibly understand?”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he stays calm even after my accusation, like he was expecting me to react this way. “We feel double that what humans feel. We feel extremely. It might shock you, but Gwi Ma keeps us pushed to the edge, so far into madness that we seem numb. But we do feel...” his voice is gentle as he speaks, shifting his gaze away from the smoke, to me. His golden eyes drawing me in.

“What do you feel now?” I ask cautiously curious. Shifting to sit on my side, leaning on my hands - closer to him.

“Sadness,” he confesses. I sense no lies in his eyes. “Seeing my m- you like this, it hurts.”

“You’re what?” he closes his eyes, grunting in annoyance at himself for miss speaking. He doesn't answer, instead he disappears. Immediately Gwi ma's power returns in full force. Falling to my side, my hands cradle my face. Eyes shut tight. My screams are silent at the pain the events cause me.

It feels like I'm in pain for days. My throat hoarse from my crying. I open my eyes suddenly. An unexpected calm falling over me again. He's stood over me this time. I can't read his expression.

I'm not sure what to say, or if I should even say something. Last time he disappeared on me. My eyes follow him as he returns to sit in the same spot as he did before.

"I guess it's in our best interest if I just tell you," he sighs, not facing me just yet. I find the strength in my arms to push myself in a sitting position. Subconsciously dragging myself closer to him. “Give me your hand,” I hesitate a little. Not sure if I should trust him even though he had revealed something I never knew about demons. Something I don’t think a demon would easily confess to, either. His gaze meets mine as I shuffle closer. Carefully placing my hand left hand in his right hand.

A slow ripple spills out from our connected palms. Like black stardust unfurling beneath our skin, soft and shivering. Leaving goosebumps in its wake. Light and shadow dancing like twin spirals up our arms. Disappearing into our chests where our hearts sit. Creating a magnetic pull. A sudden blast surged outward like an orb tearing through the smoke around us. My head seamed to clear only one word occupying my mind.

“Baby.”

“That’s me,” a gentle smile played on his lips. “And you, Y/n, are my mate.”

“Mate?” I repeat it, stunned, like saying it out loud might make it make sense. For years I was told demons didn’t have feelings, that they were all bad, that all should be killed. And now I was mated to one?

But I had to be honest. I didn't mind. He made me feel calm. I don't think I've ever felt this calm. Always on edge. Scared to reveal my secret. Regretting that I shared my secret. I was pretty much powered by anxiety.

“Yes, I understand it’s hard to believe-”

“Oh, no, I believe it’s just… unexpected?” he chuckles soft and gentle making a blush decorate my cheeks. I started to make sense the longer I looked at him. Really took him in. He was my complete opposite, perfect to soothe my racing thoughts.

“Cute,” he says squeezing my hand which he still held.

“Also, I thought all demons were supposed to be ugly,” the bluntness of the comment gets him to full on laugh, the sound low, warming up my chest. I crawl closer without thinking, like the space between us suddenly became unbearable. Now that I know we’re mates, distance feels wrong.

“We are sad to have to share this news on the day of our new singles release,” Rumi tells the host. “But Y/n has left Huntrix.”

“Oh no, what happened?” the host asks with concern, genuine curiosity behind her words.

“We don’t know, it was unexpected,” Mira says, there is sadness in her normally stoic voice.

“She decided she didn’t want to do this anymore,” Zoey adds to the lie.

“We couldn’t convince her to stay.”

“She is your sister, I suppose you’re still in contact with her at least?” the host asks making Rumi’s hard hammer in her chest, the face of her sister silently screaming as she killed her.

“Ah, no,” Rumi keeps it short.

“Golden is the last song Y/n will be featured on from now on,” Zoey quickly takes the attention away from Rumi.

“We will be going on hiatus for a little while to get used to the loss of our member.”

"So, do you..." I start, eyes up at the sky. Baby and I laid on the ground, I used his stomach as a pillow. Forced to even, he would not let me rest my head on the lava rock surface.

"Do I what?" he asks while we watch souls dance above us. None of them flying in the direction of Gwi ma, thankfully.

"Do you get to go up there?" my voice soft, afraid of the answer. He pauses, stilling. Turning my head I look at him. He has his head propped up by his arms. I can just see his golden eyes. Watching them shift ... anxiously?

"No," he finally says. "I'm glad for it," he adds softly. Turning on my side, I can tell he doesn't want to share just yet. So I reassure him in the only way I can think of. Sitting up, I place a gentle peck on his dark lips. Smiling at the way his eyes widen just slightly at my action.

That's not the last peck we share. Far from it. I can't stop stealing them. He doesn't give me them nearly as often, but I know that every time he does, it's sincere.

He lingers, holding on to me like I could slip from his fingers any moment. Whenever we meet his friends there's always this possessive arm around my waist. Not that I mind.

I still remember the first time he introduced us. "Y/n," Baby starts, his arm not leaving my waist. Sending pointed looks at the four demons before me. "These are Jinu, Mystery, Abby and Romance," gesturing from a black haired, smirk wearing one, to a grey haired, not looking at me - I think. To a taller pink haired one who wore a smug look, to the last one. Another pink haired one, this time long flowing locks.

This hand had dared to step forward. Taking my hand swiftly pecking my knuckles before he got smacked in the face by Baby. Who pulled me behind him. Growling possessively.

Laughter bursting within the group and I wouldn't lie. I couldn't stop myself from giggling either.

That moment was pretty much the start of my friendship with the group. There was obviously not a lot to do. But when they showed me they could pretty much create things out of thin air. I asked them if they ever thought of creating game pieces.

Which they hadn't, like how.

In the end they had created game pieces for games out of their time, but I wanted to play something newer. Like UNO. When I asked if they knew what it was, Baby sent an image in my head of something. Confusing me to the point I looked at him like he had just sent me a unsolicited dick pic.

"How did you do that?" I ask after recovering from the random image.

"We're mates," is his simple answer. I arch my brow like, 'okay, so now I'm supposed to understand how that works'. He chuckles at my expression, pecking my cheek. "I just think of what I want to show you, and I sent it to you."

"Oh, okay, I wanna try," instantly thinking of the UNO game. Looking at him wide eyed like that will do it. "Do you see it?" he shakes his head. Thinking... louder? "Am I doing it?" my voice stressed, eyes closed.

"Uhm, no, but you do look constipated," I gasp, opening my eyes at his words in offence. Smacking his chest playfully as the others laugh their asses off. With that I gave up on the whole image sending for a while.

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While we spend most of our time all together, I did steal Baby from them a lot. Wanting to spend time with him one on one. Get to know him more and more.

He wasn't much of a talker, so it was tough at times. It seemed enough time had past as I could go further than before. Allowing for us to have a private space between a few rocks.

Never the comfortable place of course. Pressing my lips against him hungrily. Sat on the ground, his back against a rock, a tight grip on my hips where I sat in his lap. Keeping me from moving them against him.

"Why are you holding back?" I ask breathless when I pull away. I stare at him, eyes shifting from one to the other. Anxiety rolling over me like a realization. "Do you not-"

"Of course not," his voice gentle as he cups my cheeks, staring loving into my soul. "I just don't want to loose control," I nod, not entirely believing him, my gaze falling from his. "Hey, listen to me," he caresses my cheeks so gentle, getting me to look back up. "If you think you need to pleasure me to make sure I love you," my eyes widen at the fact he can read me so well. "You don't," he waits till I nod. "But," he smirks. "If it's pleasure you want, I'll be happy to give it to you," my cheeks darken at his words. Warmth spreading to more places than one.

To the point I can't stop myself from nodding eagerly. Anxiety, completely forgotten.

"Okay, darling," he pecks my lips. "Turn around," I follow his command like a life line. Leaning my back against him, his arms circling my waist. "Knees up, either side of mine."

Again, like an obedient pet, I do as he asks. Shaking with anticipation. His left hand, caresses the bare skin of waist. Owning just my Golden costume in this realm. Other hand smoothly slipping under the waist band of my shorts. Gasping when his fingers find my heat.

"So wet already," his voice is a sin, whispering in my ear. I can feel his smug gaze on the side of my head. I enjoy it. Just two of his finger play with the slick that gather on my outer lips.

"Please," I'm not even sure I said anything with how soft I spoke. But he heard, loud and clear. Chuckling evilly.

"What do you want, darling?" he teases, sliding his finger tip over my slit, but not parting them. I bite my bottom lip, cheeks red with embarrassment. I felt so filthy having to say it out loud, but I knew I had to. If I didn't he would just tease me for all of eternity. He lays a gentle peck on my neck as if to encourage me, putting light pressure where my lips cover my clit with his fingers.

A moan like gasp and I finally utter. "Touch me."

"Hmm, not precise enough," just those words have me whining in desperation. "But, I'll let you have it this time."

Before I can exhale in relief he parts my lips. Slipping a single finger straight in. Thumb landing on my clit, a shaky moan escaping me instead. Instinctively my legs start to close around his hand.

"Hold them open for me," with shaky hands I hold my thighs open. Breathing heavily at the slow pace his fingers are using. A second had joined inside me, but it wasn't enough.

"F-faster," I beg, head rolling onto his shoulder. A dark chuckle and a third finger gets added. Along with a faster pace. I'm gasping like I can't get enough of this feeling. I'm surprised that his sharp claw like nails don't seem to scratch me, but I'm not complaining.

Moaning at the way his fingers curl inside me, stretch me open. Thumb rubbing smooth circles on my clit. My ears pick up his own grunting. Are my feelings causing him to enjoy it just as much as I am?

The hand that held a grip on my waist, moves up. Slipping under my top. Fingers finding my pebbled buds, squeezing, first testing the waters. The action causing me to subconsciously squeeze around the finger inside me.

"So sensitive, aren't you?" I'm not even sure what exactly I'm nodding to, but I do it anyways. Reaching the edge quicker with every squeeze, every thrust of his fingers. "Go on darling," he whispers in my ear, pointy tongue flicking against my jaw teasingly. "Cum for me."

I do, shuddering franticly as my orgasm rolls over me. Taking over my entire body as he keeps the movements up until my hips move in shocks against the touch. Suddenly overstimulated, breathing heavily.

"Good girl."

Curiosity strikes Abby one random day, while we're playing games again.

"By the way, how did you get here?" it's so out of the blue. Everyone's eyes shooting at him. Baby and Jinu glaring at him like a warning. "What? I'm curious."

Baby tells me I should not feel forced to tell them, his glare not leaving Abby. I place my hand on his thigh, reassuring him that its okay.

After explaining it is when the revenge plan start brewing to life. I don't think I've ever liked feeling this evil until now.

There once was a mighty demon king Stop me if you’ve heard this one before He was in total control He feasted on souls The world trembled when he roared But then some Hunters sang some songs Now all he does is starve Can’t get at the souls, and his flame grows cold Just a whisper in the dark And will he let the fire go out? Is this the end of him now? Dying king with a crumbling crown? Will he let the fire go out?

“I let you keep that voice, Jinu,” Gwi ma says as Jinu approached him with his song. “And you dare to mock me with it?” I stayed near Baby as we slowly followed Jinu closer to Gwi ma.

“I’m not here to mock you. I’m here to help you,” Jinu tells Gwi ma. “It’s time for a new strategy,” the six of us fly up the long staircase. Them in their traditional attire, me still in my Golden promo costume. Safe for the jacket. “We fight the Hunters where they least expect it. Go after the very thing that powers the Honmoon. The fans.”

“A demon boy band?” Gwi ma questions. Bursting out laughing, the crowd following awkwardly. “What makes you think that could work?” Transforming just enough to make them look more human.

“I can help,” I speak up, appearing from behind Baby. “I am from that world, I know how it works. I can be their manager. I won’t be seen. I can make sure they become big.”

“You?” Gwi ma chuckles evilly. “What makes you think I’ll trust you.”

“They betrayed me,” I tell him. “I might not be doing it for you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t pull through if it gives them what they deserve for stabbing me, quite literally.”

“Hmm, alright," he says. "But, that can't just be it, what is it the rest of you expect out of this?" he hums, impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Our memories from before this life, erased," Jinu speaks for them.

“Okay! I have planned for your first performance to be just around the corner from here,” I tell the five as we walk down the alley. Romance, Abby and Mystery walk in front, Jinu following behind them. While I walk with Baby, his arm wrapped possessively around my waist, not that I minded. I wore one of Baby’s sweaters, and a cap to hopefully hide my appearance enough. “You guys know the song, I’ll make sure to make it go viral. Flyers have been handed out and people have already started gathering,” I had my phone out while Baby guides me safely. Making my twirl suddenly before holding me in front of him.

“uh… watch yourself,” I hear Jinu speak to someone. Baby’s hold on me leaving me unable to check to who. But as we walk away I recognize who.

“Watch my… Watch yourself!” Rumi. Looking up at Baby he turns me to face him and places a gentle peck on my lips. As if saying ‘I got you’. Returning at his side we continue walking to our destination. “Oh, Jinu! After the performance don’t forget to announce that you’ll be at everyone’s favorite variety show.”

“Yes, I’ll remember,” I peck Baby on the cheek and let them do their thing. Staying close and keeping my eye out for Rumi, Mira or Zoey. I film their performance. Posting it on social media, creating edits, shorts, posting a prerecorded video of a dance practice I had them do. Watching as the numbers went up and up. The Saja Boys getting more popular by the minute.

Looking at the crowd I could see how much they were enjoying the Saja Boys. The moment they started it had drawn even more people to come check them out.

I couldn’t stop myself from clapping with the crowd when they were done with their performance. Giving Jinu a pointed look as I pulled up the slide for on the screen behind them that showed the variety show they would be at tonight. Jinu first wiped his shoulder clean of nonexistent dust while staring at Rumi who stood scarily close to me.

I thought I had paid enough attention. I catch Baby’s eyes who with just a flick of his eyes moved me away where our eyes connect again. A sigh of relief leaving my body while he sends a wink which has the crowd around me going wild some more. That’s my man, I think I hear a chuckle in my head as I return my gaze to his where he smirks his lips forming one word. Mine.

“That’s it for now. See you tonight on everyone’s favorite variety show,” selecting the slide on my phone it appears behind them as Jinu speaks. “Saja Boys love you!” posing for just a second longer before disappearing with the magenta smoke. A second later, a hand slips into mine before I’m ingulfed in that same magenta smoke. The smoke dissipating around us when we appear in the apartment I got the band.

“You guys did so good!” I clap with excitement, pulling my phone out as I sit down with Baby like a magnetic pull to always be close to him. Baby wraps an arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him.

“Of course,” Abby smirks. “We’re charming,” as if to prove his point he flexes his arms making me roll my eyes.

“Barely,” I tease, sticking my tongue out at him. “The fans like you because 1, the song is catchy, you’re welcome by the way. 2, you’re hot, we’ll figure out if you’re charming on that variety show. And 3, you guys dance really well,” Abby sticks his tongue out right back at me. Quick learner, I chuckle. “Anyways, we have a bit of time before the variety show-” I don’t even get to finish before four of them literally poof out of existence. “Wha-”

“Don’t worry, they’ll be back,” Baby speaks up besides me. Shifting my gaze to him, his now nearly unnatural blue eyes half lidded. Taking my phone from me, I try to protest, but he just tsks, like I’m a child testing limits. “No phone for you,” he says, voice stern making me shiver. “You have to be able to get out of sight from the Huntrix. Without me.”

“But you can do it,” I pout and he sighs, getting up from the couch, pulling me with him. Then he smirks, just a little. That smug, knowing tilt of his mouth that makes me want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.

“You get a kiss for every step further you are able to make,” he knows that will make me comply. He’s not shy about kissing me, but it’s not nearly as often as I wish it was. So if this is how I can get it, I’ll take it.

“Okay, okay,” I nod vigorously. “How do we start,” I had told him that I obviously knew how to fight, but I didn’t know how to teleport like they can. Not like I could learn that from Celine. All she ever did was told us to hide our patterns. No one could know what we were.

“It’s a lot about visualizing where you want to go,” his voice calm as he starts to explain. Giving me examples by teleporting around the room as he does. “Now you try, don’t start off difficult. From where you stand, try to go in front of the coffee table.”

“And if I do it,” a little smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I get a kiss, right?”

“Yes,” he chuckles deeply. “If you can do it, you get a kiss,” he nods. “More if you behave and make it to me,” excitement fills up my body in more ways than one, the smirk on his lips not helping in stopping the heat from forming between my legs. Nodding I focus on the rug under the coffee table. Visualizing the edge where I want to go. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Hoping that I did it when I open my eyes again.

Nothing.

I was still stood in the same place. “Ugh,” I shake my head. “Okay, one more,” Closing my eyes again. I visualize once more. Maybe it needs to be more detailed. Edge of the rug. The rug is red, the border fluffy, the rectangle table white marble. That is where I want to go. Opening my eyes once more. Nothing. “I can’t do it, if I can’t even get 30cm further how am I meant to get to yo-u,” in the blink of an eye I’m in front of him. Eyes wide in confusion and surprise. A smirk plays on his lips as he leans down and pecks my lips.

Recovering from my initial shock, I shake my head before crossing my arms.

“Nah ah, you said I would get more if I could make it to you.”

“That’s true,” his voice deeper than before. His strong hands reach my hips. Placing a nearly bruising grip on them, my knees weakening. Reaching for him, I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. Our lips connect, gentler than I expected. But I turn the kiss hungry within seconds. Tracing my tongue over his lips asking for entrance, which he gives only to quickly over power it. Showing me who’s boss, not that anyone would ever question that. He pulls away making me whine. I don’t let go and neither does he. “I will let you have this, cause you have no idea how much I need you, but we will continue practicing after this,” the whine turns into a moan at his confession. He trails kissing down my jaw to my neck, making me bend over backwards.

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His hands slide up, under his sweater over my bare stomach. Lifting the sweater as he goes, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Pulling back long enough to throw the sweater away before lifting me up. A squeak leaving my lips, returning my hold around his neck tighter as he moves us to the bedroom. I kiss and bite his neck as well as I can with his outfit still on. Trying to get his sweater off him is a struggle. I only manage it because he tosses me onto the bed and I yank it off mid fall.

He at least helps me by taking off his blouse himself, crawling over me right after. Our lips connecting in a heated kiss. My hands roam his toned chest, nails scraping his skin with need. His right hand cupping my face while the other held him up right. His sharp teeth tugging at my bottom lip, pulling away with a grin.

“So needy,” his voice deep, eyes flashing golden. A needy whimper leaves my lips. Watching him back up, just enough to unzip my shorts. Tapping my ass to make me lift off the bed, I quickly do as he asks. Sliding it sensually slow down my thighs, his own nails trailing after the fabric. Every inch they drag lower sends another jolt up my spine.

I want him so desperately at this point I want to drag him back up to me. I don’t even care that he’s still half dressed. I just need him, right now!

Shorts finally gone, abandoned on the floor. He holds my ankles, pecking both. With a strong grip his hands slide back up, followed by more pecks. Turning into bites, along with creating hickeys on my thighs. Marking me his. I loved it.

The moment his head is within my reach I try to pull him back up, but he denies me. An impatient whine leaving my lips though it quickly turns into a gasp when he surprises me by blowing air on my damp panties. Swiftly sliding the fabric to the side, the cold air of the room momentarily startling me. Though my lips are quickly engulfed with his. Legs almost instantly turning to jelly.

Pushing one thigh up, he spreads my legs, giving him more room to explore. My breathing turning into desperate gasps. Sucking on my clit like it’s a life line, plunging his tongue so far inside me it seems impossible. Leaning up on my weak trembling arms, I look at his head between my legs. His eyes open shortly too look me in the eyes. His eyes golden, his patterns showing. He’s half shifted. It all made sense now. He had shown me before that his tongue was longer when in demon form, teasing me with it. This was just half of what it could be and this was already sending me to heaven.

I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, falling back down with a heavenly moan. I could feel that he was enjoying this just as much as I was, being this close allowing me to feel his emotions just like he did mine. My hands find his hair, gripping tight on the strands. Drawing a groan from him, the vibrations of his voice only getting me closer to my release.

“So close,” my voice soft, laced with desperation. But I shouldn’t have said anything. The second the words leave my lips, his leave my heat. A wet smirk curls on his lips, glistening and smug.

“Didn’t think I was gonna let you cum that easy, now did you?” he arches a brow, the wicked look in his eyes making my body ache even more. He licks his lips, groaning at the taste of me. In an instantly his completely naked before me, his patterns beautifully on display. My denied orgasm forgotten, I find the strength to get up. On my knees in front of him, my lips just able to reach his strong collar bones.

I start there, biting hard. I can tell he enjoys it, his eyes stay on me watching me as I claim his body just like he did mine. Smirking my way down, leaving hickeys and indents of my teeth. Marks that say mine in every shade of red. Following one line of his patterns, all the way down the length of his chest. Though he doesn’t allow me to reach my destination.

With a rough push, I’m on my back once more. Somehow, while falling back he was able to remove both my bra and my panties. Demon magic, I'm sure. My legs pulled up into the air, a single hand holding them together against his shoulder.

“Think you’re ready for me?” It’s like his voice got even deeper, like he was growling while talking. That same smug smirk curves his lips as he teases me, pressing the tip between my thighs. My eyes widen the further he pushes, realizing just how big he actually was.

While I’m terrified, I don't control my head as it nods repeatedly with need.

Leaning down he folds me in half, the stretch in my muscles an ache I crave. My legs pushed up, pressed tight on either side of my head. “Use your words, darling,” he whispers, face to face now. His breath brushes my lips, voice thick with command and something darker. The tone betraying just how close he is to loosing it all.

“Please, please, please,” the words are breathless. The pressure on my chest makes it hard to breathe, but not enough to stop the begging. “Fuck me,” it’s rough, more like a demand. Desperate to get him inside me. Now!

He lets out a low, wicked chuckle. “Good girl,” instantly thrusting all the way in. The stretch punches a high-pitched gasp out of me, more squeak than moan, and I clamp down around him without meaning to. My body’s trying to slow him down, fighting the pace I just begged for. All air leaves my lungs when he bottoms out. It feels so good I could cry.

“Sooo… gooooood…” the words slur right out of me, brain to far gone to care what I say anymore. A hitched gasp slips past my parted lips as I feel him pull back. Not all the way, but enough to start making me feel empty. His lips join mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss. His kiss is slow, loving, completely at odds with the way he’s wrecking me. Caressing me with love as he slowly starts to thrust back in. Keeping the pace slow but deep while I gasp into kiss. Barely able to kiss him back.

To the point I just give up, wrapping my arms around his neck. Pulling him impossibly closer. The ache in my legs starting to make them tremble, but I don’t care. I need him, crave him. The angle of our position getting me closer to edge with every thrust. My entire body shivering from the intensity.

“You’re doing so good,” his voice cuts through the haze, sudden enough to startle me. Though I relax almost instantly. “Just a little longer,” his right hand caressing my trembling leg, seemingly soothing the ache. Reaching between us in the impossibly small space between us. Pinching my clit between two fingers making me spasm and squeeze around his thick length. “Cum for me,” it’s like a command that breaks the dam. Squeezing his shoulders once before my arms go lacks at the feeling of ecstasy.

Both his arms secure around me as he thrusts a few more times. He moves my head to the side, just enough to give him space. With a low groan, which is quickly muffled by my skin, he cums inside me. A gentle peck where my neck meets my shoulder. Then a scream leaves my lungs when his teeth tear my skin.

The same black stardust seems to ripple over us, starting from where he just bit me. Suddenly I’m overwhelmed. I freeze up. A gentle lick over the wound, then a peck before his eyes come into view.

“Now,” he whispers. “You’re completely mine,” and I feel it. I feel him, not just physically. Our souls completely connected.

Slowly the shock fades, as does the pain. He starts to pull away, but I don’t want him to. Letting him leave just enough space for me to lower my legs before I pull him right back.

Connecting our lips, exploding with emotions. So much raw emotion of both him and me.

We had just finished showering, but he had been done getting dressed quicker. Pecking my lips as he left the room. A lingering feeling of adoration from him warming my chest.

“Wow, you look thoroughly fucked,” Mystery points out the obvious when I enter the living room again after what had just transpired in the bedroom. I hadn’t tried to hide the marks Baby had left on me, but they were relatively hidden. But I guess not as hidden as they had seemed when I looked in the mirror.

An instant flare of anger washes over me. But it’s not mine.

“Watch it,” Baby hisses at his friend. I just stick my tongue out at Mystery and plop myself down on Baby’s lap, who instantly wraps a possessive arm around my waist. I peck his cheek before turning my attention to the rest of the boys.

“Okay, but, we should actually get going,” I say while I look at the time on my phone, now that I have it again. “We don’t wanna be la-”

Before I can finish, magenta smoke slowly reveals we arrived at the studio.

“Ah! Saja Boys!” we get greeted, the second we get spotted. In panic I touch my head, glad to find the cap there. My eyes meet Baby’s, he’s already staring, handing me tinted glasses. Which I quickly put on.

They get called on stage not long after our arrival. The studio filled to the brim with press and new fans. I stay on the side, out of sight of the crowd. Instead focusing on my phone where I check their social media and their growing popularity.

Unbeknownst to me, three pairs of familiar eyes had spotted me. Unsure and stunned all the same. I should not be there and yet I was.

“It’s a dead heat between my handsome co-host and Baby Saja,” my attention drawn to the stage, at the mention of Baby. Surprised he’s so casually drinking hot sauce like it’s water. “Can our host catch up?”

“So spicy! So spicy!” the co-host utters, giving up.

“He can’t! Baby Saja is the winner!” the crowd cheers.

“Goo goo, ga ga,” Baby mocks, unable to stop me from giggling at the idiocy of it. Shaking my head.

“Hard to say goodbye when we’re having fun.”

“So hard. So hard,” to my shock I watch Jinu take the mic from the host. I’m about to scold him from the sideline when he speaks.

“Then why say goodbye when we have extra special guests coming up?”

“What is he doing?” I mutter. Little did I know that Rumi muttered those exact same words.

“Please welcome Huntrix!” stunned I follow the spotlights as it highlights the - now - trio. Shit.

“We just wanted to stop by and congratulate our hoobaes on their debut and-,” Rumi waves awkwardly, obviously caught off guard.

“And of course, Play Games with Us! Bring out the slides!” Jinu cuts her off. The other four grabbing the slide from my side of the stage.

“This is not a good idea,” I hiss at them. Baby just winks as a feeling of reassurance waves over me.

“Slide! Slide! Slide!” the crowd chants, I watch anxiously.

“Oh no. We couldn’t possibly,” Rumi tries to back out, to no avail of the crowd. Their chants changing to ‘In the balls!’. Which seems, you know, just a little in appropriate, but oh well… “Sure,” voice a little higher now. “For the fans.”

Though its immediately met with more regret. Their leather pants stopping them for a smooth slide. An ear-piercing sound echoing through the studio. Just like Baby I cover my ears, dampening the double effect of what this sound does to us.

Finally they land. “And Huntrix is in the balls!” I notice their eyes flash gold, smirks plastered on their faces before they mask it.

“Well, this was fun,” Rumi says awkwardly as the three of them exit the ball pit. Standing in line across from the boys.

With a hand on his chest. “It was truly an honor to share the stage with you,” Jinu says, the five of them bowing respectfully to the trio. I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle my chuckle at their faces.

“Oh no. The honor is ours,” they bow. They’ll do anything to keep the fans on their side it seems.

“No, it was ours.”

“It’s ours.”

“Ours.”

“Ours.”

“Ours.”

“Ours.”

They all bow deeper and deeper. The boys quite literally folded in half in the end. Baby smirking through his legs at me, making me shake my head at them for the nth time.

Before the curtain is even fully closed, Baby grabs my by the waist, throwing me over his shoulder as they run out. Abby giving Romance a piggy back, just to rub it in the girls faces. Flicking my gaze to them, I see their anger growing.

“Where are we going?” I ask, not really able to do much, stuck in the tight grasp of Baby. Trying to peak around his head I see the bath house sign. “Why are we going to a bath house?”

I get an answer quick enough when I hear their collective voices. “Mens?”

“Wow. Did you really follow us in here?” Jinu says with fake surprise.

“I knew they would. That one’s always looking at me,” Abby says matter-of-factly.

“No we’re not,” Mira and Zoey say, obviously staring at Abby. Rumi ignores the comments completely. Her eyes finding mine where I’m stood next to Baby. A possessive and protective hand on my waist. He glares at them like they had personally hurt him.

I guess unintentionally they had, but without what they did. We wouldn’t have met.

“Y/n?” soft, filled with disbelief. Rumi’s words seem to shake Mira and Zoey out of their staring trance as they too turn to me.

“Told you,” Mira starts. “She’s just as bad as the rest of them,” Baby makes a threatening move, growling slightly. It’s enough to make them take a step back.

“I wasn’t,” I state calmly. Placing a hand on Baby’s shoulder to calm him and to tell him to trust me this time. “Not until you betrayed me that is,” I continue, sending a glare their way. “Especially you, Rumi. What a sister you are,” I shake my head with disappointment.

“So, now you’ve sent a demon boy band after us?” Zoey asks, surprised and offended at the same time. “To what? Steal our fans?”

“Yes,” the six of us state clearly, a smirk pulling at my lips. “When I came back to this plane, it was fun to see how many you had already lost. And all that because I “left”,” their eyes widen at my words. “Now we’re here for the rest of them.”

“You think we’re just going to let you steal our fans?” Rumi’s voice laced with anger. “You’re gonna have to fight us for them.”

“Yeah. Keep your hands off our Honmoon,” Zoey adds.

Jinu chuckles. “We’re not here to fight,” tears in the Honmoon appear in the baths. “They are,” demons rise from the tears.

“Water demons.”

“Oh great. My favorite.”

“Get rid of the Hunters,” Jinu says to the water demon closest to him. I can’t stop the spike of fear puncturing my heart as my eyes shift from him to the people I once called family. “Then you can eat all the souls you want,” Baby squeezes my waist, but it doesn’t sooth the pain in my chest.

With that said, the water demons start fighting. Romance, Mystery and Abby swiftly making their way to another exit. Baby starts pulling me, but I hesitate. While he’s obviously upset at what they had done to me. He understands what I’m going through at this very moment.

“Have fun,” Jinu smirks evilly, nearly slipping on a small pool of water on the tiles. Turning around he starting running towards the exit. I finally find my willpower back and start moving. Holding onto Baby’s hand tight. Letting him drag me through the door. Running through the sauna as Rumi follows us quickly. She manages to cut Jinu off from the group.

“He can handle himself,” Baby reassures me and finally we go up in smoke and appear in our apartment. Out of breath, I let myself fall on the couch. Soon joined by him. He picks me up bridal style. Sits down himself before placing me in his lap. Leaning me so my head is resting on his shoulder.

“I can’t- I-”

“Shh, it’s okay,” his voice is soft. Warmth blooms in my chest and again I’m reassured. He’s not mad at me. He knows I was meant to be one of the good guys. “You don’t have to talk.”

We stay like that, unbothered by the other three. Until Jinu returns, face laced with realization and confusion but before he can say anything. All six of us get pulled back into the demon plane by Gwi ma.

A single soul flies overhead, straight into Gwi ma’s flame.

“My Little Soda Pop,” Gwi ma… sings? “It’s catchy. Surprisingly, your plan is working,” he says to us as we get up off the ground. Standing before him.

“I know, and that soul is just a starter,” Jinu says, his expression changing to please Gwi ma. “So let me get back to work, and you’ll be feasting in no time.”

“Two of the Hunters bear my mark, one of which I now have control over,” if Gwi ma had eyes they would be on me now with how intense the air around me got. “The other I do not.”

“This is good,” Jinu says, taking the attention off me. “This means she has shame. I’ll find out what it is and we can use it to destroy her and the Hunters for good.”

“I’ve taught you well, Jinu,” with that Gwi ma lets us return to our apartment on the human plane.

“Okay, issue,” Jinu says, sitting on one of the arm chairs in the room. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees. Covering his face with his left hand.

“What is it?” Romance asks, confused. Finding himself a seat on the couch. Abby returning from the kitchen with a bottle of water. Sitting in the other arm chair. Mystery finding his spot between Romance and Baby. I stood by the large open windows which had a view of the city sky line. From here I could see the Huntrix tower, the logo lit up in the dark of the night, in the far distance. Leaning against the glass as I subconsciously rubbed the patterns on my arms.

“Is it because of the look on your face when you first came back?” Baby asks, though I know his eyes don’t leave my frame. Watching over me protectively but letting me keep the space I need right now.

“Yes,” Jinu sighs, taking his hand away from his face. “Rumi appears to be my mate,” my eyes focus on his reflection in the window. Silence engulfs the room, almost like time stands still. I don’t think anyone knows what to say with this new information. “But that doesn’t change anything,” he chuckles awkwardly.

It’s very divided. Baby and I sure as hell can’t say shit about it. Me, technically, being a huntress and us being mates. Having just completed said mating bond.

“We’re going to stick to the plan,” Jinu ends up deciding. “We have to,” the words are whispered. My brows furrow in confusion. He can’t just be talking about the revenge. Baby fills my head with images of what Gwi ma could do to us if we fail.

It’s early morning, I think I got maybe an hour of sleep before I woke up from my running thoughts. Baby was a deep sleeper, if he hadn’t been, I was sure he would have jumped awake at the same time I did. Sneaking out of his hold. I grab my phone from its charger.

3:36 am

Sighing I get up. Pulling Baby’s sweater over my head. The hem falling just mid my thighs. My sweater now, really. Exiting the room I head for the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. Swiftly taking a sip.

“Ah,” I sigh, walking to the living room, I just sat down on the couch when Jinu suddenly appears in front of me. Making me jump, Jinu reacting the same at seeing me awake.

“What are you doing awake?” he whisper hisses at me.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I hiss right back. He sighs and takes the same seat as before. I relax back in my seat, pulling my legs on the couch beside me.

“Fine,” he sighs. Tiger comes up from the floor. First letting himself be pet by Jinu before circling the coffee table. Jumping on the couch next to me, resting his head on my thigh. Placing my hand on his big head, I start petting him. Purrs slowly rumbling from his chest. “I went to meet Rumi,” anxiety spikes my chest, my eyes meeting his instantly. “I know, I know,” he puts his hands up. “I just, I had to tell her.”

While my heart is still running like a marathon, I sigh. “I get it. Once you realize it’s hard to keep it from them. Baby showed me what it felt like for him when he found out,” I explain in understanding. Jinu sighs in relief at my words.

“Thank you,” it wasn’t often Jinu got sincere, so I knew this was real. Just by the tone in his voice. “She did not react well,” he adds. “I shouldn’t be surprised of course, but I had hope with the way you reacted to Baby.”

“You have to understand that the situations are different. I had just been banished by my own family. She’s still in hiding,” I try to reason with him. “If Mira and Zoey knew, she would be with Gwi ma just like me.”

“What exactly happened that day?” the question is cautious. Testing the waters carefully. "I know you told us in part, but..."

“I wanted to tell Mira and Zoey about my patterns,” I state, my voice void of emotion. “I didn’t want to hide anymore. Rumi didn’t want to. Which I understood, but she said she would back me up,” I glance at him before focusing my attention on Tiger as I continue. “They reacted by drawing their weapons on me,” I pause for a moment. Throat swelling up with emotion. Unable to stop the betrayal from taking over me. “Rumi was the one to send me to Gwi ma,” I croak out, my hand trembling as I continue to pet Tiger as a distraction. Taking a deep shuddering breath. Baby appeared behind me suddenly. His calm aura settling over me. Looking back, up at him, his gaze is focused on Jinu. Glaring at him.

“What are you doing?” he asks accusingly. His hands settle on my shoulders. Comforting me.

“It’s okay. I’m okay now,” I smile gently at him, squeezing one of his hands. “It’s not his fault really,” he doesn’t seem to fully believe me. Tiger had looked up, almost offended that I had stop petting him. Though this did give Baby the opportunity to sit down himself and hold me close.

“What happened then?”

“I may have asked what happened that day,” Jinu explains.

“And this became a topic, because?”

“He apparently met with Rumi,” I tell him. “Telling her about them being mates, and it did not go as he hoped,” Baby nods, waiting for more information.

“I also may have offered to let Rumi talk to Y/n,” Jinu confesses, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

“WHAT!?” Baby and I say at the same time. Baby out of worry, me out of anxiety.

“Yeah, well,” Jinu sighs, struggling to find the right words. “I thought, since you’re sisters. And you being mated to Baby. You could maybe, I don’t know. Convince her it’s okay..?”

“You want my mate,” Baby’s voice is stern, threatening even. “ who got sent to Gwi ma by yours. To talk to Rumi?”

“I know, I know.”

“No, I don’t think you understand,” Baby’s eyes turn golden. “Her anxiety just woke me up, I am de deepest sleeper you know this. I will not allow Rumi to meet with Y/n.”

The conversation ends there. The next few weeks a filled with award shows where either the Saja boys winning or Huntrix. All the while I see the secret longing looks Jinu sends Rumi, and Rumi tries to hide the new pull that the mating bond created.

It’s conflicting with everything.

I want Jinu to be happy, and I hate that I want Rumi to be happy too. Becoming Baby’s mate has made me so happy. While I still hear Gwi ma’s voice it’s not nearly as loud as it was before we completed the mating. It doesn’t rule over me. I wish that for Jinu. I know his past haunts him, more than he dares to show.

And while it obviously hurts to be betrayed by my sister, I still cared for her. Can I still go through with this?

“Let’s bring ‘em in,” Bobby’s voice announces as the doors to the signing open. Hiding in the crowd, I watch as the guys waddle in. “Hey, single file, no pushing.”

“And who should I make this out to?” Rumi asks, grabbing the stack of her posters, closer to herself.

“ 'To our biggest fans' ,” Jinu says, all of them casually revealing themselves. No longer hidden by the sleeping bags.

“It’s the Saja boys!” while everyone is focused on the boys, the frustration of the girls doesn’t go unnoticed by me.

“It is an honor!” Bobby regards them politely. “Table, now!”

“Joint signing!” while the room splits into two sides. I teleport behind the Huntrix banner, having practiced a lot since that first try.

“We lose half the fans?” I can just hear Rumi’s murmured words. “The Saja Boys will sit with us!”

“What? Rumi?” Mira and Zoey react quietly. “What are you doing?”

“Huh? Same table?” the crowd joins together again as the table gets moved next to theirs.

“We need every fan,” Rumi tells the other two.

“Hm. We keep meeting like this,” Romance says, sitting down next to Mira. Draping an arm over her chair. Leaning his head on his other hand. Staring at Mira while she glares back at him. Abby taking a seat on Mira's left, smirk tugging at his lips.

“I am not sitting with no Saja boy-” Zoey cuts herself off when Mystery sits down next to her, giggling like a high school girl with a crush. “What’s up?”

“I didn’t think you liked sharing,” Jinu whispers to Rumi when he sits down beside her.

“I love sharing.”

“Oh, so you shared your secret with your friends?”

“If only I could smash your demon face in right now,” Mira hisses quietly. Her eyes shifting from Romance to Abby as she signs her poster. “Thanks for coming!” she puts up a sweet face as she hands over the signed poster.

“Should I tell them?” Jinu asks.

“No, I can’t tell them,” Rumi reminds him.

“Are you whispering?” a fan suddenly cut their conversation. The two of them stuttering as they frantically sign the Rumi poster and hand it to the fan. “Your secret’s safe with me,” she says pointing at her shirt which has a drawing of the two of them along with their ship name; Rujinu. They chuckle awkwardly. “Oh, so cute!”

“Thanks for coming!” Zoey speaks with a sweet smile on her lips, while Mystery sits next to her. Arms crossed, pretty much staring down the Huntrix fan in front of them like he had seen them kick a puppy. Softly growling. “No! Bad Saja Boy!” Zoey scolds him which surprisingly stops his growling.

“I’ll sign first,” Mira fights with Abby and Romance over who will sign the cast of a fan. Dragging his foot from left to right on the table like he isn’t struggling to keep his stability on his crutches.

"If Y/n were still with Huntrix," I catch the whisper of a fan. An image of said fan being sent to me by Baby. The fan standing directly in front of him. "I would ship you," he doesn't reply. Simply smirks and sends the fan a wink making them squeal.

“I’m not gonna talk to someone who’s helping Gwi ma,” Rumi whispers, trying to focus on the signing.

“What if that’s not the plan anymore.”

“Like I would believe you, you have my sister helping you.”

“And who’s fault is that,” he whispers in her ear making her kick his foot under the table.

“I had no choice!” She whisper yells at him. “They didn’t accept her. If I revealed what I am we would never stand a chance at defeating Gwi ma. I’m supposed to hate all demons, like I hate Gwi ma.”

“If hate could defeat Gwi ma, we would have done it a long time ago,” Jinu tells her calmly, truthfully. “Trust me.”

“Excuse me, mr. Jinu,” the voice of a little girl cuts their moment. “I made this for you,” both turn to the girl. Jinu surprised, not expecting this in the slightest.

“Uh, for me?” she holds out the drawing to him. He takes the paper like its a porcelain plate. Fragile, breakable. The two stare at the drawing for a little while.

“Maybe listen to those voices instead of the ones in your head,” Rumi says referring to the time they met up, she’s trying to be rude about it, but it sounds more sincere than I think she meant to.

It had been a couple of days since Tiger had been at the apartment. He finally appeared again when it was just me, Baby and Jinu in the living room. The other three had been disappearing into their rooms more often than not.

Tiger sat in front of Jinu, waiting for his attention. I was stretched out over the couch, using Baby’s thighs as a pillow while he read above me. Fingers running through my hair soothingly.

“Oh, my-” Jinu’s sudden excitement has my eyes shoot open in surprise. Baby sighed but closed the book nonetheless. How he did it, I don’t know, but he would just remember the page number he left on. Not caring about a bookmark. Who does that?

“What is it?” I ask, sleepily.

“It’s from Rumi, she’s agreed to meet you,” the anxiety spike returns, just that has Baby reach for my hand. Squeezing it gently.

“I thought, I had been very clear, last time we spoke about this,” Baby glares at him. Sitting up slowly, I take the card from Jinu.

Fine, I’ll take that talk with Y/n. But not for you! She’ll know where to meet me. - Rumi

Stubborn as ever, I shake my head. “You think she’s feeling the pull?” I ask Baby. He sighs, not liking the way my anxiety melted away for warmth of the potential happiness that could come out of this.

“Yes, she probably is,” he answers me, voice gentle, unlike how he spoke to Jinu. “I’m surprised she held out this long. “

“Is that were Tiger was?” I ask Jinu, who nods.

“I’ll do it,” I announce after a moment of me just staring at her neat hand writing.

“I’m coming with you,” Baby immediately says, but I shake me head.

“No, she won’t trust you,” it’s true and he knows it. “I can protect myself. I can get away from her, thanks to you,” I peck his cheek. Lingering to reassure him that I’ll be okay.

“Alright.”

I arrive first. Kneeling in front of our moms grave.

“Hi mom,” my voice soft. “I know it’s been a while since my last visit. I’m sorry,” I apologize. A crunch of a branch tells me Rumi has arrived. Placing a kiss on the tips of my fingers, I press them against her headstone before standing up. Turning to Rumi.

“I didn’t think you would actually show,” she says, a sullen expression on her face. Hands stuffed in her sweaters pockets.

“When Jinu first told me of his offer to you, I wouldn’t have come, no,” I tell her honestly. Moving at a wide radius away from our moms grave. Giving Rumi the opportunity to talk to mom like I just had.

She does just that, I give her space to do so. This is the first time we talk to her separately. We always went to her grave together every now and again.

“Is this… mates thing… a lie?” she hesitates, when she’s done talking to mom. Getting up, keeping the same radius I had. Ten paces apart we take our seat on separate grass patches.

“It is not,” I shake my head, pulling the zipper down of my turtle neck top. Show her my mating mark that has now healed completely. Leaving holographic scars in the shape of his teeth. “Jinu did not lie to you about that, and I think you believed him. Even before you wanted to.”

She nods, seemingly ashamed that she did, but unable to deny the pull she now feels to him. “Did Jinu lie when he said he wasn’t going to help Gwi ma anymore?”

“Yes and no,” she looks confused at my answer.

“What does that mean?” she frowns.

“I think, that after finding out you were his mate, he stopped wanting to help Gwi ma.”

“But?”

“But because of what you did to me-” anxiety spikes as the memories play again. Warmth spreads within seconds, allowing me to take a deep breath and continue. Thank you Baby. “And the memories that haunt, not only Jinu, but the others too. They became my friends, I know it may seem like they do all this for Gwi ma. But they don’t. They will continue if it means they can get rid of their memories. Probably until its too late.”

“I guess… I guess I can’t blame them for that…” she sighs, gaze falling to the grass in front of her, like she can’t bear to meet mine. “For what it’s worth… I am so-rry,” her voice cracks. Her mask faltering as tears roll freely off her cheeks. “… I’m so- so sor-ry…” her shoulders shake. “I- I panicked! I never-” she sniffles. “I never wanted to hurt- you.”

“It hurt… so much,” I croak out, unable to keep from crying myself. Being this close yet so far from my sister. It was agony. “Not just the betrayal…” a quick intake of breath which does little to stop my emotions from going haywire. “It was like I was- like I was being burned… in, I don’t know, hell fire,” I struggle to find the words. Trying to paint a picture she would - hopefully - never feel. "Gwi ma, tortured me... with it... making it play- over and over," I pause. "Louder, every time," my voice just above a whisper. It hangs in the air for an uncertain amount of time.

“Can I please- hug you?” her voice is so soft, I barely catch her words. Looking up in surprise. Wondering if I even heard her right. My eyes find hers already staring at me. Switching between either one in desperation. I barely finish my nod and she on her feet.

We crush together in the middle. Arms wrapped tightly around each other. Tears ruining each others clothes, not that we cared about that in the moment, or ever.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” her voice is shaky as she whispers the words, over an over. Hiding her face in my shoulder. I feel us sink to the gravel, never letting go.

I don't know how long we stay there, just crying while we hold onto each other desperately.

“I missed you so much,” she whispers when we finally stopped crying. Pulling away enough to look at me up close. A shaky smile forms on my lips as I nod in agreement.

“I missed you too, even though I felt betrayed,” I sigh, using one hand to wipe away left over tears. “Mira and Zoey too.”

“I know they miss you too,” it surprises me. Her voice is so full of raw emotion I know she’s not lying. “We regret it so much, me the most,” she points at her own chest. “I lost my voice, I couldn’t sing anymore. I didn’t think I deserved to either way.”

We are hunters, voices strong

I start, which she quickly catches on to. Joining me.

Slaying demons with our song Fix the world and make it right When darkness finally meets the light

Our foreheads meet in the middle. It held a lot more meaning now. We weren’t singing about slaying literally demons. It was about our thoughts. How we can speak our truth to each other now. Where her darkness meets my light and we can still fix all this. “That is the first time I’ve sang since the performance before… you know.”

“Meeting Jinu, my voice returned. I had someone who I could talk about my patterns with again,” Rumi confesses. “Someone I could be completely me with, but it was different.”

“It is,” I nod, separating our connection. “Because he is your mate. I had the same with Baby. Even if I didn’t want to believe demons could be nice at first,” I shake my head, getting a smile from her. “Also, would you believe it! Not all demons are ugly like we thought,” this gets her to laugh uncontrollably, happy tears playing on the rims of her eyes. She pulls me impossible closer, letting out a shuddering sigh of relief.

“Hey, can demons only have demon mates?” I ask, still confused by Romance, Mystery’s and Abby’s recent behavior changes.

“Uhm, no,” Mystery answers my question surprisingly. His expression unreadable. “Could be a human too,” the way he drags out ‘too’, only confirms my suspicions.

“Am I correct in assuming you three have found your mates in my human band members?” it’s hard to hide the smirk that starts tugging at my lips. Abby is the first to react, his gaze flicking to me in an instant. Got you. “I knew it!” I fist pump the air in excitement.

“Why does our misery excite you exactly?” Romance asks, sinking lower into the couch.

“Well,” I draw out the word as I get off of Baby’s lap. Much to his dismay. “Because it changes everything!”

“What are you talking about?” Abby asks, confusion written on all over their faces. Except, Baby, which surprises me only a little. Maybe my feelings about this have bled into him more than I thought.

“Don’t you see,” I start, pacing in front of them. “All of you have mates on this plane. Hunters to be precise,” I explain it like it’s obvious. “If we destroy them, you’ll never be with them!” this seems to make all of them pause.

“They hate demons, remember,” Romance’s voice is edged with a depression I had never seen on the man.

“That doesn’t mean they can’t change!” my voice is almost desperate. Trying to get them to see what I see. “If- if,” my thoughts go too fast for my mouth to keep up. A hand takes mine, Baby. I breathe. “If we can convince Rumi that we will help them seal the Honmoon-”

“What!?” that comes from all three of them at once.

“Listen to me!” I snap, gripping Baby’s hand tighter. “If we help them seal the Honmoon, while we are on this plane. It will keep us here!” slowly their gaze shift from disbelief to something I can’t place. Something like… hope. Or maybe fear of even the thought of hope. “Gwi ma won’t have control over us.”

“How are you so sure?” Mystery asks, his voice soft. Unrecognizable from his normal confident self.

“Because Rumi and I were already born when the Honmoon was last sealed,” I tell them. “We stayed here, lead normal human lives. Even if we had to hide our patterns.”

“Alright, I’ll trust you on this,” Abby says sitting up straight. This gets the other two to agree soon after.

“How do we make it happen?”

“Jinu, you need to talk to Rumi. Tell her our plan,” I turn to Jinu. “She’ll do whatever she can to ensure Mira and Zoey will not harm us. I’m sure of it, but we will have to keep pretending to do this for Gwi ma,” the plan was simple really. It would all end tomorrow at the International Idol Awards.

“Two bands, one award,” the intro starts playing on the tv in the Saja Boys’ dressing room. “Every snowflake is special. But one snowflake is probably the best. Who will be the top the the mountain?”

“Is this guy for real?” Abby asks in disbelief. I smack his arm playfully.

“Hey, this is a respected award show,” I tell him. “We are five-year reigning champions, I’ll have you know,” Baby chuckles at my defense, squeezing my side.

“Fans from around the universe will decide!” The stage comes into view. The stadium filled to the brim with fans. “Finally, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Here are the five-year reigning champs of the International Idol Awards, Huntrix!”

“Okay, it’s time,” I tell them. “Fake the fight,” immediately they start arguing about stupid things like stolen shoes. Men, am I right? But it sounds believable, especially through he nearly sound proof door.

“Versus the heart-stealing newcomers, the Saja Boys! Who will win?” “Please welcome to the stage, the Saja Boys!”

“The Saja Boys, are having a fight,” I tell a staff member as I open the door just a peep. “They will not be performing tonight,” Their eyes seem to widen. Rushing away. Most likely to tell other staff and Bobby of the earlier performance of the Huntrix.

Closing the door behind me, I give them a thumbs up. “Now we just let it play out.”

Everything quiets down in the room. Watching in anticipation, hoping it would work.

“Uh, okay, there’s been a slight change in schedule,” the host announces.

Baby is sat on the arm rest of the leather couch in the room. I sit right on the edge between his legs, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Possessive, protective. Afraid of loosing me, just as I am to loose him if this goes bad.

Romance, Abby and Mystery actually sit on the three seater leather couch. Jinu, nervously sat on the other arm rest. Tension was high.

“Here to preform their hot new single, Golden, it’s Huntrix!”

“What?” my voice is laced with confusion. The door to the dressing room slams open. Startling everyone in the room.

“Y/n, quick.”

“When you told me to wear my golden costume, you could have told me this was the reason for it,” I tell Rumi while she throws a headworn microphone at me.

I lock eyes with Baby, portraying that I didn’t know.

“You go this,” he winks confidently. “I’ll be right here when you return,” I smash our lips together in a desperate kiss. Pouring all my fear into it along with anxious hope. “Go, darling,” his voice soft as he wipes a tear I didn’t know escaped off my cheek.

Breaking away, I watch as Rumi pulls away from a similar kiss with Jinu. A blush covering her cheeks. With that we run out the room.

“Do Zoey and Mira know I’m here to perform?” I ask on the way.

“Uhm, kind of?” Rumi admits, grimacing.

“Rumi!”

“I told them to trust me, alright!” we reach the girls just in time. It luckily doesn’t give the two the chance to ask any questions as we get lifted up to the stage.

I start my part, the crowd cheering in surprise.

I was a ghost, I was alone. Eo du wojin, ap gil sok e Given the throne I didn’t know How to believe I was the queen that I’m meant to be!

Thankfully, it all goes smoothly as we continue the song. Leaving the stage when its time for Rumi’s solo. I anxiously keep my distance from Zoey and Mira. Though I’m not too worried with so many people around.

“She’s killing it out there!” Zoey nearly screams overjoyed to see my sister sing well once more. Mira on the other hand doesn’t seem to be sure whether she should be glaring at me or feel grateful that I’m actually still alive. In the end she shakes her head.

“Let’s go finish this,” but commotion backstage draws our attention. We watch Bobby being dragged away by to people, their eyes flashing gold before disappearing around the corner. “Bobby?” Zoey turns to glare at me instantaneously.

“This isn’t us, I swear,” I hold up my hands trying to prove my innocence. “I didn’t do this!”

“Stay away from us,” Mira hisses at me as I go to follow them to help Bobby. My breath quickens as I watch them run away. The staff yelling after them that they’re on in 20 seconds.

“What is happening?” I mutter, dashing in the other direction. I crash straight into the dressing room. All five of them are still sat there, watching Rumi perform.

Baby is at my side in seconds. “What’s going on?”

“Who took Bobby!?” my voice is more confused than accusatory, but its there. Their brows furrow. “I thought we agreed.”

“We did,” Mystery stands up confused. “What do you mean, who took Bobby?”

Realization dawns on me, my eyes darting to the screen. “Rumi…” I breath, watching as the music changes from Golden to an entirely different song. One I didn’t know. Mira and Zoey join her back onstage… but something is off about them. “I have to get to Rumi!”

Emotion crowds my chest as I teleport in bursts, racing closer and closer to the stage. But I’m too late.

The fakes have already exposed her patterns.

“No!” Rumi’s voice pierces the air. Lights break in her wake. Her patterns start glowing purple. Unable to hide them anymore. She’s trembling. Frantic, scared, exposed.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the real Zoey and Mira return on the other side of the stage. Stopping in their tracks at the sight of Rumi. And slowly they step back. Back… away from her.

Rumi gains enough control of herself and runs off stage. I quickly run after her, but I’m not fast enough to stop her from running into Mira and Zoey. Witnessing their conversation from the stairs.

“How are you here?” I hear Rumi’s shaky voice. “You were just on stage. That wasn’t you?” She trembling like crazy. “Oh, thank goodness,” she takes a step closer to them. But they just take a steps back. “No. No!” her gaze falls to her hands, the patterns on full display. Not hidden like she expected them to be.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Zoey’s voice is surprisingly soft as she questions Rumi. “You knew about Y/n because you are one too.”

Her breath hitches. “Yes, but-” she stutters. “I didn’t have a- have choice.”

“You lied to us,” Mira’s voice is sharp. “This whole time?”

“No, I-” she shakes her head vividly. “We had a plan.”

“We?”

“Sealing the Honmoon,” I finally speak up. Revealing myself to them. Joining Rumi. Mira and Zoey take another step back, drawing their weapons on us, but not yet pointing them at us.

“You told us to trust you,” Zoey's voice is colder than I have ever heard it.

“And it back fired, on not just us, but on you too,” if looks could kill, Mira’s gaze would have sent us straight to hell.

“No,” I tell them, shaking my head. “This wasn’t us,” I say referring to me and the Saja Boys. “We wanted you guys to seal the Honmoon tonight.”

“It was supposed to save us,” Rumi adds, taking my hand with her shaky one. “We were supposed to become normal… and be together again.”

“How could we be together if we can’t tell your lies from your truths, Rumi?”

“I knew it, I knew it was too good to be true,” Mira’s voice is filled with disappointment.

“Mira, no! Didn’t you see?” Rumi tries once more as a desperate attempt. “See the gold? We’re so close!” instead they only back up further as she tries to get closer to them. “No, don’t leave! We can still…”

“Fix this!” my voice combines with hers makes the Honmoon ring magenta. Loosing us whatever trust that would have been left from the two. Mira pointing her woldo at us.

“Zoey, please,” my voice trembles. Tears in my eyes. It doesn’t change anything. She too readies her kunai’s. Before they can try to use them on us. I squeeze Rumi’s hand and teleport her with me.

I wasn’t entirely sure where I took us. But it became clear as our eyes followed how the Honmoon was breaking apart. Our gaze landing on the Shinmok. Celine stood there, back to us. But she knew we were there. Turning around with her nat suddenly, as if to catch us off guard.

“Rumi? Y/n?”

“I thought we could fix it,” Rumi says. Staring blankly at the ground. Voice going static.

“They know of both of us now,” my voice seems to do the same as we near Celine.

“There is no denying it now.”

“There is no fixing it.”

“This is what we are,” The slow tearing of the Honmoon had both of us looking mostly demon, mirrored glowing patterns, one gold eye each.

“Y/n, how?” they had to have told Celine the truth of what happened that night. She wouldn’t have been as surprised to see me if they hadn’t. They thought I had been dead. “I tried to protect you,” Celine continues, stepping cautiously closer to us. “When we lost your mother, I swore to protect you both. But I never thought that you would be children like this,” her voice trembles as she reaches out to us but can’t seem to touch us. Doesn’t dare to touch us. “Everything I was taught told me you two were wrong, but I made a promise. So I did my best to accept you and help you-”

“Accept us?” Rumi asks, meeting Celine’s tear filled gaze. “You told us to cover up, to hide.”

“Yes, until we can fix everything-”

“And look where that got us,” I scoff. “If we had been honest… from the start,” I choke on my own emotions. “We wouldn’t look like this now.”

“The Honmoon would have been golden already.”

“We can still fix this,” Celine mumbles she steps away from us.

“Don’t you get it!”

“This is what we are!” Rumi and I speak sentence after sentence like we had rehearsed this. But we hadn’t, we just knew exactly what we were trying to get across to her.

“Look at us,” we state when she will no longer dare to look us in the eyes. To truly see what she caused. “Why can’t you look at us?! Why couldn’t you love us?!”

“I do!”

“Every part of us!” our combined cry for acceptance creates another magenta ripple to run over the Honmoon around us. Spreading wider than before.

“This is why we have to hide it,” Celine sounds desperate and out of breath. Looking around frantically at the Honmoon. “Our faults and fears must never been seen. It’s the only way to protect the Honmoon.”

Silence.

“If this is the Honmoon we’re supposed to protect, we’re glad to see it destroyed,” with that we leave her there.

Our agreement is silent as we meet at moms grave once more. “We’re going to have to create a new Honmoon,” I tell her. The both of us pacing the ground.

“Yes, we do.”

“I have a plan, one sec,” I leave her for approximately five seconds before returning with the Saja Boys. Jinu immediately takes Rumi in a protective hold.

“Do you know, how hard it was for me to not follow you,” Baby whispers in my ear as he stands behind me. Wrapping an arm around my waist.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize, turning sideways to peck his cheek. “Thank you for trusting me,” he responds to my words with a bite to my mating mark making me shiver deliciously. “Not now," I scold him.

“Anyways, plan,” Romance asks.

“Right, have you guys spoke to Gwi ma yet?”

“Yes,” Abby answers. “He believes we are still on his side. He just thought it took too long. Sorry for that Rumi,” he apologizes awkwardly to my sister.

“We genuinely didn’t know this would happen,” Jinu adds, squeezing the girl who accepts the apology.

“That’s good, did he miss me there?” I ask.

“I don’t think he could care less,” Baby says, seemingly relieved knowing I’m pretty much not a target for Gwi ma. “But Gwi ma has everyone in a trance. They are all going to Namsan Tower.”

“Okay, we can work with that,” Rumi says, running her brain for ideas.

“Including, Zoey and Mira,” Mystery adds, worry lacing his voice.

“Okay, that makes it a bit harder,” I admit.

“Gwi-ma wants us to do a show there, to keep the people tranced,” Jinu goes to explain Gwi ma’s plan. “That way they will willingly walk into his fire.”

“Do it,” I tell them, seriously. All six of them stare at me like I grew three heads. “We can put a stop to it,” I point my finger between me and Rumi. “Trust me.”

It doesn’t take the boys a lot of convincing, they nod. Jinu leaves a linger kiss on Rumi’s lips. “Take care of yourself,” he tells her sincerely. She nods in silent promise.

“If anything goes wrong, I will protect you,” Baby says to me. “Even if it kills me,” I want to tell him no, but he connects our lips and disappears before I can melt into it.

Rumi and I meet eyes, scared but ready.

Oh!

Rumi’s voice rings loud and clear through Namsan Tower. Cutting the boys off. People clear the way for a view of Rumi. Stood there, broken but true.

We are hunters. Voices strong. Slaying demons with our song. Fix the world and make it right. When darkness finally meets the light.

“You come here like this?” no one is walking towards the flames anymore, just like I suspected. “You think you can fix the world? You can’t even fix yourself,” Gwi ma plays with her shame and insecurities.

“I can’t,” she admits, sullenly.

“And now everyone finally sees you for what you really are.”

“They do.”

“And the Honmoon is gone.”

“It is,” Gwi ma thinks he’s won. “So we can make a new one,” her gaze grows serious.

Nothing but the truth now. Nothing but the proof of what I am.

She walks as she sings, closer. Transforming unknowingly, but I see it. Patterns glowing like iridescent glass, shifting though colors with every note she sings.

The worst of what I came from Patterns I’m ashamed of Things that even I don’t understand I tried to fix it I tried to fight it My head was twisted My heart divided My lies all collided I don’t know why I didn’t Trust you to be on my side

That’s when I join, appearing right next to her.

I broke into a million pieces, and I can't go back But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like

My eyes find Zoey, who is emerging from the crowd, soul glowing bright. Rumi finding Mira just the same.

Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?

Zoey joins with her own truth.

I should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead

Mira, putting her trust in us more than she ever could.

Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony The song we couldn't write, this is what it sounds like

“Stop this song!” Gwi ma demands. Three tears open at the center of the stage. Demons crawling out fast. But we don’t stop.

We're shattering the silence, we're rising defiant Shouting in the quiet, you're not alone

We draw our weapons. Rumi, her sword, Mira her woldo, Zoey her Kunai’s. And me, I draw my dual daggers.

We listened to the demons, we let them get between us But none of us are out here on our own

We fight through the demons with ease, continuing our song. Souls lighting in the crowd as our voices harmonize and grow strong.

So, we were cowards, so, we were liars So, we're not heroes, we're still survivors The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired But dive in the fire and I'll be right here by your side

Meeting in the center, we hug, creating a brand new Honmoon.

“I promise you, I am on your side,” I tell them.

“We know,” Zoey breathes with relief.

“Trust me, when I tell you that the Saja boys are on our side,” they hesitate for a moment when our eyes connect. But with a nod from Rumi, they nod too.

We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head? Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like

More demons spawn, crawling their way to us. The Saja boys flying up into the air. Rumi pushes forward while, Zoey, Mira and I take care of the crawling demons coming at us.

Though, Gwi ma, quickly calls them back. Abby and Romance swooping down, pretending to attack Mira. A spike of fear runs through me at the sight. Afraid she’ll attack them anyway, but she pretends right back.

Mystery lands before Zoey, staring her down menacingly. Baby, grabbing a hold of me from behind. I know he’s trying to protect me and fight away a smile that’s threatening to break on my face.

“You’re voices cannot ... defeat ... me!” Gwi ma yells, sending a blast directly at Rumi. She reacts quick enough, using her sword as a shield.

“No!” I scream out. Jinu and I seem to have the same plan.

He is there first, taking the brute force of the blast.

But I teleport behind him. Pushing him at Rumi, they both gasp. Turning to me.

“Y/n!” my eyes shift to Baby. He tries but fails to get to me. Teleporting in spurts before collapsing on the ground. Feeling exactly what I feel.

It’s not just physical. It’s like my body and soul are being torn apart from the inside out. It's that hell fire all over again, but triple the pain.

“Y/n, no,” Rumi’s voice is filled with fear. Jinu’s eyes shift from mine to Baby where he lays on the stage floor.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper. “for wanting revenge.”

“No,” she shakes her head vividly. Not agreeing with what I said. “I deserved it!” she nearly yells at me.

“It’s okay,” I struggle to smile. The pressure of the blast almost becoming to much. My heart pounds in my ears, louder and louder. Deafening me as my eyes slowly blur to a close.

But I don’t wither away like I expect. I can feel my body fighting the blast. A war raging beneath my skin. I don’t need to see it to know what’s happening.

The iridescent patterns, spread. Like veins of molten light weaving across my skin. Swallowing my entire body, covering every inch of me in the iridescent glow.

Growing brighter like a blinding radiant light, gasps ring in my head as my body blinds everyone present. Drowning the tower in an otherworldly glow.

This is what does it. All souls seem to come to life. I can’t see it, but I can feel it. From where I’m floating. The crowd sings the song. Letting Rumi, Mira and Zoey use their souls to defend themself against Gwi ma.

We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head? Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like

My eyes finally seem to open as I float with them. High, higher. My voice returns and I’m able to join them in over powering Gwi ma. Our voices sealing the new Honmoon.

My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like Truth after all this time, our voices all combined When darkness meets the light, this is what it sounds like

“Shit, Y/n,” Mira curses when the four land back on stage. But Y/n doesn’t stay standing. If it weren’t for Mira’s quick reaction time to keep her up.

Rumi is quick to help her keep, Y/n up. Worry running through her body. It’s Zoey who checks for a pulse.

“She’s alive,” she announces quietly. Their eyes find the Saja boys, still there, back in human form. Mystery and Abby carrying a, in a similar state, Baby.

A groan escapes me lips, turning around. Or trying to anyway, to face away from the light shining onto my face. The sharpness of it, not helping my headache in the slightest.

I finally manage to turn around in the tangles of my covers, taking in a deep breath. Snuggling my face into the pillow in front of me. Why is it so hard tho? I go to punch it, so it's soft but my hand finds a chest instead.

"Ow," it's not a sound of actually pain, but my eyes shoot open anyways. I instantly regret it when I'm hit with a sharp spike from the headache. Squeezing my eyes shut, arms wrap around me tighter. Pulling me closer to the person. Opening my eyes again, slower this time.

I look up, finding Baby already lazily staring back at me. A gentle smile on his lips. "Hello, darling," his voice deep from sleep.

"Hi..." I melt back into him. Snuggling my face back into his chest. Wrapping my right arm around him, grabbing hold of him tightly. The room stays silent for a while, apart from our soft breathing.

"Wait," I mumble, my eyes opening once me. "I'm alive...?"

"I guess we are," Baby agrees. A flash of him not being able to make it to me in time has chills running down my spine.

"But..." I'm so confused. "But how?" I don't remember anything of what happened after I closed my eyes when the blast got too much. "How long have we been asleep for?"

"I don't know, but it could have been longer had you not punched me," he smirks teasingly, making me pout. He kisses it away, his hands finding my waist, tickling me.

Laughter filling the room, headache gone with the wind.

"What is going on!?" the door to the room gets thrown open. Smashing against the wall. Startling us, our gazes turning to said door.

There we find, Rumi, Jinu, Zoey & Mira, Mystery, Romance and Abby close behind them.

"You're awake!" Zoey scream, rushing over to what I now realize is old my bed at the Huntrix apartment. Pulling me from Baby, she hugs me tight, Rumi and Mira not far behind. Engulfed in a hug of the people I love the most. Well, besides Baby of course.

"You guys," my voice muffled by Rumi's hoodie. "I need to actually breathe," I chuckle when they actually give me some room. "What happened?"

"Later, first food," Mira says, pulling out of bed. Had they put my pajamas on me? I wonder as I stare down at my llama pants. The men in the room just chuckle, including Baby. He to gets out of bed, wearing his own set of pajamas. Not once I had ever seen before though. They matched mine too, only his were black and white, while mine were white and black.

Before I can ask anymore questioned we're being ushed out the room. Straight to the living room where I'm made to sit down. In an instant I'm being handed my flavor ramyeon. I don't question why they had it ready already. Baby taking a seat next to me, being handed a cup of my flavor ramyeon.

They all gather around us, just staring at up with grateful smiles which kinda creeps me out. But I let it slide for a second when I notice Zoey sitting close to Mystery. My eyes shooting to Mira, happy to find her as she takes a seat between Abby and Romance.

"... Okay, now tell us what happened," I demand as we eat slowly. Wanting them to stop gawking at us.

It's a story told like a disoriented bird. It goes left, right, up down, never straight. But it's nice to hear them talking. I sink against Baby.

Listen to them explain how they all thought we were dead, pointing at both Baby and me. Relieved when they found a pulse on both of us. "Going to a hospital wasn't gonna do anything," Zoey rambles, shaking her hand dismissively. "So we brought you here."

"And we waited," Mira adds.

"And waited," Rumi adds, grinning.

"And totally did not prepare two ramyeon for you everyday in anticipation or anything," Zoey continues. Making my eyes widen. Turning my head I look at our kitchen. Stacks upon stacks of opened, hopefully empty, ramyeon cups stood on the counter.

"Oh don't worry, thats only like, idk 50 cups," Jinu shrugs.

"What!? We were OUT for 25 days!?"

"Uhm..." Rumi, Mira and Zoey both count on their fingers. "No, 26 days," they say casually, pointing at the cups we were currently holding.

"Wha-" I look at Baby whose eyes are just as wide as mine.

"We knew you two would be fine," Romance says, shrugging his shoulders. "The fact that you two sealed your mating bond protected you."

"You can feel each others pain, yes," Jinu continues. "But you also take. So while yes, you took the full blast of it. Baby over here, took half if away from you."

"That saved you from it being a lethal blow," Mystery finishes. "It just took a while to recover," he smiles sweetly.

"Okay, wow," is all I can think to say. Leaning forward to put the now empty Ramyeon on the coffee table, taking Baby's before he can protest. "But I'm still confused, did we ... win?"

"Yes," Mira chuckles. "You actually sung with is, do you not remember that?"

"No, I don't remember anything that happened after I closed my eyes. and thought I would die," Baby sat cross legged. So I swiftly placed my self between his legs. Instantly his arms wrap around my shoulders. Pecking the top of my head, lingering.

"It was so cool!" Zoey goes off. "You turned like fully iridescent! It was blinding! But that is what let us defeat Gwi ma."

"Okay, one more question," I state. "Is everything good, are we good? Did you guys tell them...?" instantly Zoey blushes and Mira turns surprisingly red. A rare sight.

"Yes, we are mated," Mystery smiles lovingly at Zoey, who turns to him. Pecking his lips sweetly.

"Us, too," Abby smirks. "We managed to tie this beauty down," he says squeezing Mira's waist who sends him a playful glare. Romance chuckling and pecking her cheek.

The end!

// Main Story // Bonus Chapters //

[sugutoruboba]

okay since uni brain fry is real and i’m literally forcing myself to stay up rn, i’ll just write a satosugu smut one shot 😛 cuz im happy ive gained a few viewers and it feels good lolz

18+ minors… dni 🤬

top!satoru x bottom!suguru.

The late afternoon sun slanted across the courts, painting the cracked concrete in warm orange shadow. The air was thick with summer heat, the kind that clung to skin and made shirts stick damp against spines. The last echoes of sneakers squeaking against the court had only just faded, the sound replaced by cicadas and the lazy flap of a half-torn banner advertising Jujutsu High’s intramural matches.

Gojo Satoru was still buzzing.

“Did you see that three-pointer?!” he barked, half laughing, arms spread wide as if the world should bow before his glory. His shirt was plastered to him with sweat, his white hair messy and damp at the temples, and his blindfold hung loose around his neck. His eyes gleamed like twin shards of summer sky as he turned to where Geto Suguru was toweling the sweat off his face.

“Unstoppable,” Satoru declared, grinning wide enough to split his face. “Un- stop- pable. They’ll be writing songs about that shot.”

Suguru sighed, though his lips twitched faintly. “It was luck.”

“Luck?” Satoru clutched his chest in mock offense, stumbling back a step as if wounded. “How dare you? That was pure skill. Years of honed talent. The peak of human evolution.”

“The peak of something,” Suguru muttered, slinging the towel around his shoulders. His long hair was tied up, strands sticking to his jawline from the heat. He looked calm, composed as if he hadn’t just played through a grueling match with Satoru shouting plays louder than the referee.

Satoru, of course, noticed the little smirk tugging at the corner of Suguru’s mouth. And he pounced on it.

“Ohhh, so you were impressed,” he drawled, stepping closer, sweat-slicked and glowing with adrenaline. “It’s okay to admit it, Suguru. Most people are when they witness greatness in motion.”

“I said luck.”

“But your smile said otherwise.”

Suguru arched a brow, unimpressed. “You’re hallucinating.”

“Mm, nope.” Satoru leaned in, shamelessly invading Suguru’s space, his grin sharp. “Your smile was basically screaming, ‘Wow, Satoru, you’re amazing, please, let me bask in your brilliance.’”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

Suguru rolled his eyes and started walking towards the locker room. “You’re insufferable.”

“Sexy, though,” Satoru quipped, trailing after him.

“Insufferably sexy,” he added for himself, because Suguru didn’t dignify it with a reply.

The locker room was empty, their teammates already gone, the showers still dripping faintly in the background. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, humming in the silence. Suguru, his shirt half unbuttoned leaned against a bench, unlacing his shoes slowly, methodically, while Satoru prowled restlessly like a caged animal still riding the high of victory.

“You know, it’s kinda unfair,” Satoru mused, peeling his damp shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside without care. His torso gleamed with sweat, skin flushed from exertion. “Not only am I the strongest sorcerer, I’m also the hottest guy on the court. Double threat.”

Suguru’s hands stilled on his laces. “You never shut up, do you?”

Satoru grinned, stepping closer, shadows stretching long across the tile. “Not when you’re listening.”

Suguru finally looked up at him, eyes dark, expression flat. “Who said I was?”

“Oh, come on, you always are.” Satoru leaned down, bracing one hand against the lockers beside Suguru’s head, the other gesturing loosely as he talked. “You pretend you’re not, with all your eye-rolls and sighs, but I know. You’re hanging on every word.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Suguru’s voice was sharp this time, his patience thinning.

Satoru only smirked wider, dipping his head closer until Suguru could feel the warmth radiating off him, smell the salt of sweat clinging to his skin. “Admit it. You like it when I get under your skin.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air buzzed heavier than the lights, thick with something unsaid. Suguru’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists against his knees.

And then–

He shoved.

The bench scraped loudly against the tiles as Suguru surged up, pinning Satoru back against the lockers with sudden, startling force. Their chests collided, breath mingling hot between them. Satoru blinked once, then grinned like a wolf who’d finally gotten the fight he wanted.

“There he is,” he murmured, voice low. “Knew you’d crack.”

“Shut up,” Suguru snapped.

Satoru leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Make me.”

Suguru opened his mouth to retort, but he never got the words out. Satoru leaned in, closing the distance in a breath. Their lips crashed together, hot and reckless.

The taste of salt and heat filled the space between them– sharp, intoxicating. Suguru’s hand fisted in Satoru’s damp hair, pulling him closer, while Satoru groaned low in his throat, pressing Suguru back now against the lockers with his entire body. The metal rattled under the force.

Their mouths moved in a feverish rhythm, lips parting, teeth grazing, tongues sliding together in messy hunger. Suguru bit down on Satoru’s lower lip, and Satoru laughed into the kiss, breathless, chasing more.

The heat was unbearable. Satoru’s palms found Suguru’s waist, slipping under fabric, dragging over overheated skin, pulling him in so close it felt like there was no space left to breathe.

Suguru’s breath hitched, his other hand splayed against Satoru’s bare chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat beneath damp skin. The closeness, the raw press of muscle against muscle, made his head spin.

The heat between them spiked, sharper than the game, more intoxicating than victory.

Suguru bit down, and Satoru groaned into it, laughing breathless against his mouth. “God, you’re hot when you’re mad.”

Suguru answered by pushing harder, his own restraint fraying. Their bodies collided again and again, grinding against each other until there was no space left to breathe.

The whole thing was messy, desperate. Satoru ripped Suguru’s shirt off completely exposing the taut planes of Suguru’s chest. The sight stole Satoru’s breath. Suguru’s skin, bronzed and glistening with sweat made his cock throb.

He leaned in, lips brushing Suguru’s collarbone before descending, claiming one nipple with a hungry pull of his mouth. The taste of salt and heat sent a shiver through him, raw and electric. His left hand found the other, fingertips teasing, rolling, coaxing a low groan from Suguru’s throat. A sound that felt like victory and ruin all at once. Satoru’s right hand splayed across Suguru’s abs, fingers dipping into the carved ridges, reverent yet greedy, like he could memorize the feel of him, imprint it into his soul.

Suguru’s head tipped back, his breath hitching, long black hair spilling over his shoulders like ink. “Satoru,” he rasped, voice rough, almost pleading when Satoru switched to the other nipple. Satoru pressed closer, thigh slotting between Suguru’s, the heat of their bodies a collision of want and recklessness.

Satoru’s lips trailed lower, leaving Suguru’s nipples flushed and sensitive, his kisses bruising, impatient. He sank to his knees, the tiled floor biting into his skin, but he barely registered it. His hands gripped Suguru’s hips, fingers digging into the sharp cut of muscle, pulling at the waistband of Suguru’s sweatpants with a single, rough tug. They slid down, pooling at Suguru’s ankles, and Satoru’s breath caught at the sight of him. Hard, ready, every inch of him screaming want.

“Satoru, hurry,” Suguru growled, voice low, urgent, his hand fisting in Satoru’s white hair, tugging just enough to sting. The sound of footsteps echoed somewhere beyond the lockers, a reminder they could be caught any second, but it only fueled Satoru’s hunger. He didn’t hesitate, taking Suguru into his mouth in one swift motion, lips sealing tight, tongue swirling with deliberate, ruthless precision. Suguru’s groan was guttural, hips jerking forward, and Satoru’s hands pinned him harder against the locker, keeping control.

The heat, the taste, the way Suguru’s muscles tensed under his grip—it was intoxicating, a high Satoru chased with every bob of his head, every flick of his tongue. He worked fast, relentless, driven by the ticking clock of their stolen moment. Suguru’s hand tightened in his hair, guiding, pleading, his breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps. “Fuck, Satoru- ” The words were a broken prayer, and Satoru hummed in response, the vibration pulling another choked sound from Suguru’s throat.

But Satoru wasn’t here to drag this out. He pulled back, lips glistening, eyes burning as he rose, crowding Suguru against the locker. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough, already tugging at his own sweatpants, freeing himself. Suguru complied, movements quick, almost frantic, bracing his hands against the metal, his back a perfect arch of muscle and defiance. Satoru pressed against him, one hand sliding up Suguru’s spine, the other guiding himself, the urgency of the moment a live wire between them.

The locker room’s air was thick, humid with the ghost of their exertion, the faint squeak of Suguru’s sneakers against the tile floor grounding them in the frantic now. Sweatpants bunched around their ankles, Satoru’s and Suguru’s alike, the fabric trapping their legs, shoes still laced tight– black Nikes for Suguru, scuffed white Adidas for Satoru. No time to strip, no patience for it. The threat of discovery hung like a blade, sharpening every move.

Satoru’s hand, slick with spit, had prepped Suguru just enough. Hasty, messy, but it was all they needed. He pressed himself closer, chest flush against Suguru’s back, the heat of their bodies a furnace. His teeth grazed Suguru’s shoulder, then sank in, hard, leaving a crescent of red that bloomed under tanned skin. Suguru hissed, the sound half pain and half want, his hands clawing at the locker for leverage, metal creaking under his grip. Satoru thrusted deeper, each movement sharp and deliberate, spit easing the way but keeping it raw, urgent.

“Fuck, Suguru,” Satoru growled against his skin, voice muffled as he bit down again, another mark, this one angrier, claiming. Suguru’s shoulder was a canvas of Satoru’s need. Three, four bites now, each one a bruise of possession, stark against the sweat slicked muscle. Suguru’s head tilted back, long hair sticking to his neck, a low moan spilling out as Satoru’s hips snapped forward, the rhythm punishing, driven by the ticking seconds they didn’t have.

The locker rattled with every thrust, a metallic pulse that matched Suguru’s ragged breaths. His sneakers scuffed the floor, sweatpants tangling further, limiting his stance but making him brace harder, muscles flexing under Satoru’s hands. Satoru’s fingers dug into Suguru’s hips, pulling him back to meet each drive, the friction of skin and spit and need a wildfire. “You’re mine,” Satoru rasped, teeth finding a new spot on Suguru’s shoulder, biting down as he pushed deeper, the sting of it blending with the heat coiling in them both. Suguru’s answering groan was broken, desperate, his body trembling under the onslaught, but he pushed back, meeting Satoru’s pace, defiant even now.

The lockers clattered under Suguru’s weight. His palms pressed hard against the cold steel, his body jolted with every thrust from Satoru, who was relentless, hips snapping with a rhythm that felt like it could break them both. Sweatpants sagged around their ankles, sneakers scuffing the tiles, and Satoru’s spit slicked thrusts kept them teetering on the edge. His hand slid around Suguru’s waist, fingers wrapping around Suguru’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts- firm, fast, no mercy.

“Fuck, Satoru,” Suguru panted, voice raw, head tilted back so his hair stuck to his bitten-up shoulder, red marks blooming where Satoru’s teeth had claimed him. “What’s- ngh- hah… what’s gotten into you” Suguru moaned out.

Satoru’s laugh was low, almost feral, muffled against another bite on Suguru’s shoulder. “You love it,” he growled, hand tightening on Suguru’s cock, thumb swiping over the tip, slick with precum. “Been too long, Suguru” Satoru said panting. His hips slammed forward, driving deeper, making Suguru’s sneakers squeak as he braced harder against the locker.

Suguru’s groan was half a curse, his body trembling under the dual assault of Satoru’s thrusts and the relentless stroke of his hand. “Too long,” he admitted, voice breaking, “but you’re still- shit- fuck ngh- an asshole about it.” His words hitched with every thrust, but there was a smirk in his tone, a spark of their old banter cutting through the haze.

“Asshole who’s got you shaking,” Satoru shot back, grinning against Suguru’s skin, teeth grazing another mark into his shoulder. His hand sped up, jerking Suguru with a rhythm that matched the brutal pace of his hips, spit easing the slide but keeping it rough, desperate. “Say it- you need me.”

Suguru’s laugh was strained, needy. “Needed this- fuck, Satoru, right there- hah.” His words cut off in a moan as Satoru angled his thrusts, hitting just right, his hand relentless on Suguru’s cock. The locker rattled louder, a metallic drumbeat to their stolen seconds. Footsteps echoed somewhere too close, but neither cared anymore, too far gone in the heat and the need.

Satoru’s free hand gripped Suguru’s hip, pulling him back to meet each thrust, his own breaths turning jagged. “Gonna make you come first,” he rasped, voice thick with want, stroking faster, harder, feeling Suguru pulse under his fingers. “Do it, Suguru. Now.”

Suguru’s body tensed, muscles coiling tight, a choked “Satoru ah-” spilling from his lips as he shattered. He came hard, spilling over Satoru’s hand, hot and messy, his groan echoing off the lockers as his knees buckled, only Satoru’s grip and the metal keeping him upright. The sight, the sound, the feel of Suguru unraveling… it snapped something in Satoru. His thrusts turned erratic, desperate, chasing his own edge, he was groaning, his forehead beaded with sweat. He buried his face in Suguru’s neck, teeth sinking into another bite as he came, a low growl vibrating against Suguru’s skin, his release spilling deep, claiming him in every way.

For a long moment, only their breathing filled the space. Ragged, uneven, gasping against each other’s skin.

Suguru turned around and slumped forward, forehead resting against Satoru’s shoulder, hair sticking damp between them. His chest still heaved, his body trembling faintly with aftershocks.

Satoru wrapped an arm tight around his waist, keeping him there, grinning even as his breath caught. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“Shut up,” Suguru muttered, voice hoarse.

“Make me,” Satoru shot back instantly, though it lacked its earlier sharpness. His hand rubbed absent circles against Suguru’s back, grounding.

Suguru sighed, but he didn’t pull away. Not yet.

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly down the hall, distant but real. Both of them stiffened.

“Shit,” Suguru hissed picking his shirt from the floor, fumbling with his pants.

Satoru only laughed quietly, straightening his own clothes with zero urgency. “Relax. Worst case, they catch us. Not like anyone’s gonna scold me.”

Suguru shot him a glare sharp enough to cut. “I’ll kill you if anyone finds out.”

Satoru smirked, leaning in to steal one last kiss, slower this time, softer. “Worth it.”

The footsteps passed. Silence fell again.

Suguru sat heavily on the bench, running a hand over his face, trying to calm his racing pulse. Satoru sprawled next to him, long legs stretched out, hands behind his head like he hadn’t just nearly been caught screwing his best friend in the locker room.

“You’re a menace,” Suguru muttered.

“And you love it,” Satoru replied without missing a beat.

Suguru didn’t answer. He just leaned back against the lockers, eyes closing, letting the hum of the lights and the warmth of the moment wash over him. Satoru, for once, stayed quiet. His grin softer now, almost fond.

The game had ended hours ago. But here, with Suguru next to him fingers tangled with each others, Satoru felt like he’d just won all over again.

this is the second time i’ve written smut so idk 🧍‍♀️ genuinely need to know opinions so like comment idkkdkd brain fart.

[kawaiiblossoms04]

BABYLONS’S QUEEN

Rating: NSFW

This is a reverse harem

Black Female Reader

As manager of Los Angeles most notorious male strip club, you thrived on order: contracts signed, performers scheduled, egos managed, money counted. Desire was a resource. Power and hierarchy was the system. Nothing personal.

Until seven men began circling you with very different intentions.

This is not a love story.

It’s about craving—about hunger.

And what happens when the woman in charge realizes she doesn’t just contain desire—she commands it.

After all, a queen doesn’t ask permission to indulge.

She simply does.

Not a Soft Reader

Reader Is Not Innocent

Men Are Sexy Problems

Nanami Kento

Sukuna Ryoumen

Geto Suguru

Gojo Satoru

Yuji Itadori

Toji Fushiguro

Naoya Zenin

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Chapter 9:

The silence that followed was violent.

Gojo's grin faltered. Sukuna's scowl deepened. Yuji looked down at his shoes, ashamed. Geto's polite smile tightened. Toji just looked bored again, but you could feel the ripple of tension in the air.

Then, as if remembering something minor but important, you look up again. Calm. Crisp. In control.

"Also," you add, tone brisk and practical, "the refreshment table is stocked. Grab something now if you need it. Once we start, there are no breaks unless I call them."

Then you pause—

"Also. Eat. Stretch if you need to. You're no good to me dizzy, hungry, or sluggish....Hydrate, too. I need your veins showing, not your blood sugar crashing mid-shoot."

That gets a few blinks.

Yuji instinctively reaches for his water bottle.

Gojo looks mildly betrayed.

"Wait—snacks?" Gojo murmured. "We get snacks now?"

You finally turn back to face them fully, expression unreadable but just a little bit amused.

"You're about to be half-naked, glistening, emotionally unstable grown men being lit by indirect sunlight inside a haunted church," you say evenly. "You're already dramatic enough. I don't need anyone fainting on set."

And just like that — it's not a suggestion. It's a directive.

Yuji instantly turns like he's on a mission. Gojo hesitated, then shrugged.

Toji mutters something about not being a child, but still stalks toward the table.

Sukuna doesn't move — but his eyes flick briefly toward the coffee like it personally insulted him.

Geto walked over and made himself a tea.

Gojo  poured himself a coffee and grabbed a croissant.

Yuji however looked over the table like he couldn't make up his mind, his hand floating over each item.

You turned, plucked a banana off the table, and handed it directly to Yuji without fanfare.

"Here. Take this. You look a little pale."

Yuji blinked. His fingers closed around it like you'd just handed him a medal. Or a ring. Or...your heart.

He'd offered her a ride last hour, nervous and hopeful. You'd d said you'd think about it. And now—this? This was something better. She thought about him first. Even just for a second.

"Oh," he said softly, eyes wide. "Thank you."

Gojo immediately choked on his coffee.

"Did she just give you a banana?"

He looked around wildly. "I've been here the longest! I park close! I sparkle!"

Yuji still hadn't moved. He looked down at the fruit like it was sacred.

"She noticed me." Yuji looked down at the banana like it was glowing. "This is... big."

Geto, sipping tea calmly: "And that's how it starts." He paused. "One banana at a time. And we'll all be dancing like monkeys."

Gojo shot him a look. "You shut up. You're enjoying this."

"Immensely," Geto admitted with a small smile.

Gojo, with a full croissant in one hand: "She breaks us down, then feeds us. That's psychological warfare."

"That's management."Geto said.

Toji, chewing a pastry slowly: "...she probably poison it, kid."

Yuji flinched. "Why would you even say that?!"

Sukuna scoffed, walking past them all without looking at the table. "Pathetic."

"Is he mad he didn't get a banana?" Gojo asked, loud.

Sukuna froze mid-step.

Slowly, he turned. His crimson eyes locked onto you.

Then he looked at Yuji.

Then back at you.

And the challenge was unmistakable.

You met it without blinking.

Without a word, you plucked a small, dark chocolate granola bar from the bowl — the expensive kind,— and tossed it underhand.

It flew through the air, a perfect, casual arc.

Sukuna caught it without looking away from you.

His fingers closed around it.

And the message was clear:

He wasn't a pet.

But he'd take the treat anyway.

From you.

And then he kept walking, disappearing into the shadows of the church without another word, the granola bar vanishing into his pocket like it never existed.

Gojo looked utterly scandalized.

"No WAY. That's it. We're pets." He marched over to you like a man on a mission.

You barely had time to look up before he was towering over you—hands planted on his hips, mouth tugged into a pout that was almost convincing if not for the sparkle of chaos in his eyes.

And because he was Gojo, he stood directly in the path of the late morning sun—so tall it practically formed a halo behind him, like a goddamn blessed skyscraper.

You squinted.

Then, slowly, you lifted your hand and used it to block the glare, palm tilted up just slightly to shade your eyes.

The light filtered through your fingers as you tilted your head back, lips pressed into a line.

And still—you only reached about mid-chest on him.

He grinned down at you like he'd just won something.

"Where's my treat, manager? I've been a very good boy. I parked perfectly. I got here first. I'm charming. I haven't broken anything yet."

You gave him a slow, deliberate look. "Gojo."

"Y/n," he replied, mimicking your tone.

"I can't give you a treat," you said, your voice dangerously sweet.

He leaned down slightly—just enough to close the height gap by a fraction, squinting like he was about to pretend to listen.

"Why not?" he pouted.

"Because you're already a handful," you said smoothly. "I don't need to give you sugar."

Geto chuckled, a low, appreciative sound.

Gojo's jaw dropped. "That's discriminatory! I want a snack. And a scratch behind the ears. And one of those little name tags."

You tilted your head. "You want a name tag that says 'Gojo'?"

"No. I want a name tag that says 'Too Hot To Handle'." He paused. "And I want the banana."

"Gojo," Geto said patiently, "you have a coffee and a croissant. You are not neglected."

Gojo looked at the croissant and coffee in his hand. Then at you. Then—dramatically—tossed it into the trash.

"I'm emotionally neglected!" Gojo wailed, but he was grinning.

Yuji finally peeled the banana, taking a bite like he was savoring the single greatest moment of his life. His whole posture had changed. He stood taller.

He was the Banana Boy.

Toji, observing this whole exchange, just rolled his eyes and grabbed another pastry.

You walk over with a banana and hold it out to Toji.

"Here."

He blinked. Then he looked at the banana.

Then at you.

He didn't take it.

"I'm good."

"It's potassium. Helps with muscle cramps," you said, your tone flat. "You're doing a lot of holding still today. It's more taxing than it looks."

There was a long pause.

Then, slowly, he reached out and took it. His fingers brushed yours.

The contact was brief. Electric. He grunted, a sound of vague acknowledgment, and walked away.

You turned back to Gojo, who was watching this entire exchange with the unbridled joy of a child at a theme park.

"My turn!" he chirped.

"You already had food."

"But not from your hand," he said, pouting. "It tastes better that way. Trust me."

Toji, who was now a few feet away, took a huge, deliberate bite of the banana, chewed slowly, and then looked directly at Gojo as he tossed the peel into a nearby trash can with a thump.

The message was clear.

He got one.

He didn't.

Gojo looked personally betrayed. "He didn't even want it! He's just flexing!"

You began walking away.

Then he rounded on you again, stepping closer. Too close. That height again, exaggerated on purpose, like he was trying to cast an eclipse over your entire existence.

"Do you see this?" he demanded, pointing at Yuji then a Toji with outrage and disbelief. "Do you see how they're thriving while I'm suffering?"

You calmly took a step back to reclaim your personal space and lifted your tablet.

"Gojo," you said, not looking up, "you're wearing Saint Laurent sunglasses, and you just threw away a freshly baked croissant like a rich auntie."

Geto snorted so hard he nearly choked.

Gojo blinked. "So? That's self-care. You wouldn't understand."

"I understand perfectly," you replied, still scrolling. "You're dramatic. And bored. And I'm not giving you a banana, a granola bar, or a name tag that says 'Too Hot To Handle.'"

"Okay. I see how it is," he announced, puffing out his chest. "Fine. If Yuji gets a banana for looking cute, and Sukuna gets a granola bar for being a menace, then I get..." He looked around the table, a dramatic, sweeping gesture. "...one of everything. Because I'm the star. And I deserve a star's breakfast. And also, I'm still waiting on my pancake date."

You sighed, a long, controlled exhale that seemed to carry the weariness of a thousand generations of managers dealing with overgrown children.

"Gojo," you said, finally lowering your hand and looking at him properly. "What makes you think you're the star?"

Everyone went quiet.

Miwa, who had been adjusting a light, froze.

Geto paused with a cup halfway to his lips.

Toji stopped scrolling through his phone.

Yuji looked like he was about to have an aneurysm.

Gojo blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," you said, taking a sip of your coffee. "What makes you think you're the star?"

A slow, disbelieving grin spread across Gojo's face. "Are you joking? Have you seen me? My bank account? The line outside my private room? The fan mail? The sheer, unadulterated joy I bring to women across the greater Los Angeles area?" He gestured to himself, a grand, sweeping movement. "This, my dear manager, is the star. I am the main event. The headliner. The reason they buy the expensive champagne."

"Geto has a higher private room retention rate," you said, ticking it off on your fingers. "Sukuna's clients have a higher average spend. Yuji gets the most repeat business. And Toji's Tuesday sessions have a six-month waiting list." You looked up at him, your expression unreadable. "So, statistically speaking, you're a very popular performer. But not the star. You're a constellation. You all have to shine together for the sky to be impressive. Now, are you done with your existential crisis?"

"You..." he started, then stopped. He tried again. "You can't just... you can't just use... statistics."

"Why not?" you asked, taking another sip of your coffee. "They're facts. Facts are the foundation of good management."

Gojo placed a hand over his chest like you'd just insulted his bloodline. "Is this because I'm pale?"

...Because he was what?

Your brain short-circuited for a second. Then rebooted with a single thought:

This is why you moisturize and stand on business. Because no matter how early you show up, how schedules you plan, or how many performers you wrangle before noon—at some point, a rich white-adjacent man in designer shades is going to accuse you of reverse colorism for not hand-feeding him a fruit snack.

You looked up slowly.

Oh.

Oh, this motherfucker.

He said that.

He said pale.

Out loud.

With his entire chest.

In front of witnesses.

With your melanin glistening in natural light.

You stared at him. "What?"

"I mean, I know I'm luminous than everyone else here," Gojo said, gesturing vaguely at his face. "But you don't have to punish me for being genetically ethereal."

You stared at him flatly.

And for a second—just one traitorous second—your lips twitched.

Not because he was right. God, no.

He was so sure of his nonsense, it came full circle into something impressive.

You bit the inside of your cheek. Hard.

You would not laugh.

You were a professional. A woman of focus.

You had a tablet and deadlines. You had better things to do than entertain a man who genuinely believed he was being punished for being "genetically ethereal."

It was taking everything in you not to say boy, be for real.

Instead, you went with: "It's because you're exhausting."

Geto nearly doubled over.

"But we're both ethereal," Gojo argued, as if that was a binding contract. "We complement each other. I mean, look at us," he continued, undeterred. I'm snow-kissed radiance, you're melanin-rich opulence—together we're like... the limited edition celestial duo nobody can afford. I should be the favorite."

You blinked. Once.

Slowly.

The universe paused.

Your brain stalled.

Because you finally figured it out.

He wasn't just being dramatic. He wasn't just performing.

He was trying to relate to you or bond.

Like this was some unspoken pact. Like the two of you belonged to the same divine club—the ethereal elite. The "too hot to be ignored" society.

He was demanding favoritism based on aesthetic compatibility.

As if your mutual hotness was a celestial bond.

As if together, you were some rare, limited-edition duo: Soulmates of Luxury. Balance. Harmony. A yin and yang of god-tier beauty.

And in his mind? You ignoring that connection was practically a betrayal.

He really looked at you and thought: "We're too pretty for this world—and she's pretending not to notice how iconic we are as a pair."

Oh my God.

He was serious.

Gojo, still grinning, leaned in just a little more, lowering his voice like he was about to tell you a secret. "C'mon. You know it's true. We're soulmates, babe. You're my chocolate dream, and I'm your vanilla nightmare — sent to ruin your life until you finally give in." Gojo purred batting stupidly long lashes.

It took you exactly three seconds to recover.

Then you smiled.

"Gojo," you said, your voice dangerously sweet.

"Yes, my goddess of management and mercy?"

You held up one perfectly manicured finger.

"Im gonna let that statement slide. Quit talking nonsense. You threw your croissant in the trash on purpose," you snapped, finally looking at him. "You don't get to be 'oppressed' and a drama queen. Pick a lane."

Gojo gasped. "I can be whatever I set my heart to!"

You sighed, a long-suffering sound. You walked over to the table, picked up an apple—the shiniest, reddest one—and walked back to Gojo. You held it out.

He held his hand out with a triumphant grin. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

"I'm hoping it'll keep your mouth full for at least five minutes," you replied, your voice deadpan.

Gojo's grin was immediate and blinding. He reached for the apple, but you pulled it back slightly, just out of reach.

"Ah, ah, ah," you said. "Rules of the house."

He blinked. "There are rules?"

"Always," you replied. "Rule one: Don't make my job harder."

"I would never—"

"You're about to," you cut in smoothly. "So. Rule two: When I speak, you listen."

Gojo's grin didn't falter, but it shifted. Became sharper. More focused. "Listening is my specialty."

"I'm sure," you said dryly. "Rule three: When Miwa says 'jump', you ask 'how high?'."

"Ooh, I like that one."

He looked down at you, his blue eyes glinting. "Is that all? Or are there more?"

"There are always more," you said, and finally, you let him take the apple. His fingers closed over yours, a deliberate, lingering touch that was a challenge all its own. "But those are the ones for today. Break them, and you'll find out what happens when you're on my naughty list."

Gojo's breath hitched, just slightly. His pupils dilated. "Promise?"

"Eat the apple."

"Oh, I'll eat it," he said, taking a loud, crunchy bite right in front of you. "I'll savor it. This apple is a symbol of our thriving, professional respect."

He took another bite, winking at you. Juice slicked his lower lip. He licked it off slowly.

"And possibly," he added, voice softening into something sinfully amused, "our inevitable, slow-burn, passionate affair."

You gave him a long look. The kind that didn't need words. The kind that said: keep going, and I'll make you regret it—in ways you might enjoy.

"And you know something else, babe?" he continued, because of course he did. "The apple is very suggestive, don't you think? Forbidden fruit and all that." He leaned forward, the grin widening, lazily. "Are you Eve, manager? Because I am very, very ready to be tempted."

"Gojo?" you said, your voice a low, even purr.

His smile faltered—only slightly. Enough to show that he felt the shift.

You didn't raise your voice. You didn't have to.

You gestured him closer with just two fingers. A lazy flick of your hand.

He stepped in, amused. Eager. Curious.

You tilted your head, let your eyes trail up to his face—like you were studying something expensive that might not be worth the price.

He leaned down.

Closer.

Closer.

Your lips hovered just beside his ear, your breath warm against his skin, your voice a low, intimate whisper.

"Don't call me babe."

Gojo didn't flinch. Didn't pull back.

But his exhale stuttered. His eyes fluttered half-closed for a second too long.  His grip on the apple tightened. A faint blush colored the tips of his ears.

And then—slowly—he leaned back, the smile returning.

Smaller now. Tighter. Tamed.

"Yes, ma'am," he murmured, voice low and pleased. He took another deliberate bite of the apple. "Anything for you."

You just rolled your eyes and turned away, hiding your own smile.

"Geto, would you like something while I'm here?"

Geto looked up from where he'd been lounging, arms casually folded. He lifted a brow, slow and elegant, a faint smirk ghosting his lips.

His gaze lingered on you for a breath too long. He didn't smile right away.

Then, finally, he spoke.

"That depends," he said, voice low and velvety. "Are we offering refreshments or indulgences?"

The tension shifted again, this time sharper. The teasing had teeth now.

Gojo choked on his apple.

Yuji's eyes widened, a visible "oh my god" flashing across his face.

Toji exhaled through his nose and looked toward the sky. "Fucking hell," under his breath.

Sukuna didn't even pretend to hide his snort.

You didn't miss a beat.

You turned to Geto, expression unreadable.

"Whatever you're brave enough to ask for."

There was a brief, stunned silence. Then Geto chuckled—quiet, dark, and amused. Like he was impressed.

He was silent for a moment. Calculating. Then he hummed.

"Surprise me."

Of course he would.

You grab a small, elegant packet of a cranberry almond protein bar and toss it toward him without ceremony. He catches it one-handed, smooth as ever.

"Perfect," he said with a smile, like it's a love confession.

Sukuna scoffed from the distance.

Gojo looks personally offended.

Toji mutters something that sounds suspiciously like favoritism.

Yuji's still holding the banana like it might explode.

You turn back to the group.

"Anyone else feeling faint, fragile, or underfed? Speak now or suffer in silence."

Gojo immediately opens his mouth—

"Don't push your luck," you say flatly, cutting him off. "Eat up. While we finish up."

You turned and walked away, leaving them to their breakfast and their bruised egos.

Gojo, chewing thoughtfully, looked over at Geto, who was watching you with an unnervingly calm expression.

"Okay," Gojo said, around a mouthful of apple. "I'm in love."

Geto just shook his head, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. "You're in lust, Gojo. There's a difference."

"Is there?" Gojo asked, genuinely curious.

"Because I'm pretty sure I want to have her babies."

"You can't have babies," Toji grunted.

"I'll find a way," Gojo declared. "I'm resourceful."

He took another bite of the apple, then pointed it at Sukuna, who was still lurking in the shadows. "And what about you, big guy? You got your granola bar. You feeling the love yet?"

Sukuna's eyes flicked to Gojo, then to you, then back. "I'm feeling the urge to throw you through that stained-glass window."

"That's just foreplay," Gojo said, waving a dismissive hand. "You'll get there."

[clockworktangie]

On this day, April 10th, at 19:30, the Titanic departed from Cherbourg for Queenstown Ireland, before its maiden voyage across the Atlantic to New York.

Follow Ed and Roy as they find each other aboard and can’t leave well enough alone.

Cover art by the incredible @deafbunnygirl who’s been an absolute rock and a trooper during this 💛

A story for my lost love, Hayley.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/82866396/chapters/218184431