Aug 17, 2025
Sending Nudes in the Group Chat
Content: Male!Reader, Polysaja
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Sending Nudes in the Group Chat
Content: Male!Reader, Polysaja
Hai lovely!! May I request a Saja Boys x Reader who's nervous to introduce them to her family at a family dinner due to a cousin who kept on stealing reader's boyfriend's from the past? She's scared he'll fall for her cousin too but ofc they don't and humiliate the cousin infront of the family. (The boys knows abt this since reader opened up to them after dating for awhile!!)
If you aren't comfortable on writing this then you can ignore it! Thank you💕💕
Hello, my friends! We have an anonymous request today. I took the wording to mean Polysaja x Reader, so I hope that was correct. I also changed cousin to sister because I figured a family dinner with “meeting the boyfriend(s)” would probably be immediate family. Please enjoy~ 🤞
This was getting kinda long, so I’m gonna split it into Part 1 and Part 2. Stay tuned!
Notes: Fem!Reader, 2nd Person POV, Use of (Y/N), Established Relationship, Post-Movie Timeline AU.
Warnings: Mentions of Past Infidelity
Part 2
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You purse your lips, staring hard at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your hair is perfect, your make-up is appropriate but alluring, your eyes…
Troubled. Slightly red. Dammit.
“Honey, are you ready to go?”
Inhaling shakily, you turn to meet Jinu’s inquisitive gaze. He knows something is wrong. They all do. They always know. You had told them in passing about your exes who cheated on you, all with the same woman. Your own sister. Older, smarter, prettier. That’s what your exes all said. You don’t know about all that, but she is definitely craftier.
What a bitch. Baby’s words, not yours, though you second the notion.
Those idiots. Abby’s words, agreed upon by the rest of the boys at the time. You second that notion, too.
The worst part? Once the betrayal occurred, once your trust was broken, your sister dumped your exes. She claimed, batting her eyelashes, she was proving those men weren’t worthy of you. That they didn’t love you.
On one hand, she was right. On the other… Fuck her.
Over time, the Saja Boys, your polycule of pretty boy idols you somehow landed, have tried to convince you to let them meet your family. Each and everyone of them swore at least three times a piece they would never stray from you. Baby even joked they didn’t need another person in the group — six was already a crowd.
There is a comfort, you suppose, in their reassurances and clear disapproval. You’ve tried and continue to try to hide your hesitation to introduce the boys to your family. To her. But they see through you. Mystery spent the day prior wrapped around you, literally never leaving your side or breaking your shared touch. Romance whispered extra words of affirmation and affection throughout the day. Extra meaning he never shut up, since he already spewed love like a broken faucet. Abby and Baby tag teamed and doubled the efforts to keep you distracted from thoughts of your treacherous sister. And Jinu…
His arms curl around you, lips pressed to your temple. This. This is new. Jinu rarely instigated affection. He always waited, always, for you to usher him into your embrace or a kiss. The others tease him for being “cold”, but that isn’t it; he’s scared. Scared to push you too far, too fast, to make you feel pressured.
So for him, all of this unprompted touch? It’s a message. You are loved. You are desired.
“I love you,” you whisper, and he smiles against your skin.
“I love you, too, (Y/N).” A featherlight kiss brushes your cheek. “Everything will be fine today. I promise.”
You sigh, not out of annoyance but weight. Weight pressing down on your shoulders. Worry. Dread. Fear. Every other synonym, all piled atop of one another. Jinu’s fingers rub into your muscles as he stands behind you, and you meet his gaze in the mirror.
His voice never wavers. His words are absolute. “We aren’t going anywhere, (Y/N). You are the only woman who we would ever give our hearts.”
A quiver in your bottom lip slips into a smile. “Thank you, Jinu. I appreciate it. I’m fine, really. I’ll be ready in a few.”
Doubt lingers in his eyes, but he gives you your space, escaping to the living area after one last kiss to your head. You know they probably think your worry is silly. To them, it’s obvious they wouldn’t leave you. They don’t understand how much each of your exes’ betrayals damaged you. Or how much the idea alone of losing them to your sister’s wiles terrifies you.
It won’t happen. You know that.
But a voice keeps whispering, “What if…?”
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Arriving at your family’s home, you secretly pray your sister will show up with a man on her arm. Someone to distract her from the five handsome idols surrounding you. A relationship all her own. When your father answers the door, he blinks at the group of men looming over you. It took a lot of talking things through with your parents to explain your polyamory and newfound polycule. You wonder now, seeing him take in and process the amount of men, if he still thought you were kidding.
You weren’t.
“Hi, Dad,” You say, drawing him into a hug while his brain resets. “It’s good to see you. Um, so, I can do the introductions when we’re all together in the house, if that’s alright?”
He nods, stiff, eyeing the boys who you pray are smiling behind you. You told them to be on their best behavior and smile. Hesitantly, your father widens the door, allowing for the six of you to trail inside. You hear Jinu thank him in that formal, overly-polite way he does when he is turning on the charm.
He’s the only one you can trust to behave fully, you swear.
Your mother rounds the corner out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron, and freezes when she sees the group of handsomeness enveloping her daughter’s personal space. To your chagrin, Romance takes it upon himself to charm this parent. Her hand is swept up and pressed to his lips before you can even make a grab for his stupid hair.
“A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. (L/N). I guessed correctly that our darling (Y/N) got her beauty from her mother. You are a vision.”
You slap a hand over your face as your mother squeaks, rosiness brewing within her cheeks. Jinu, bless him, snatches Romance by the ear and pulls him back to the circle. He scolds him in a harsh whisper, which you imagine Romance is ignoring by the way he grins at you.
Once your parents recover from their initial shock, you make the boys line up so you can run through introductions. The whole time you rattle off their names and a bit of fond description, you search for your sister. Where is she? There’s no way she would miss this opportunity. Your parents for sure talked to her about the polyamory thing. She knows you are bringing multiple men home. Today is meat dangling in front of her starving eyes, an opportunity — no. A challenge.
Abby, as you brush by him to introduce Mystery, pats your shoulder. At a glance, you see his reassuring, loud grin. All teeth and crinkled eyes. Only he could say so much without making a sound. Beside him, Romance leans forward and winks in your direction. You roll your eyes and turn to Mystery and Baby when a voice squeals.
“Baby Sis!”
Your body turns to stone, yet somehow you manage to turn enough to face the source of the voice. A robotic, faux smile cracks through your otherwise emotionless expression.
“Hey, (S/N). Nice to—”
You are tackled, tumbling backwards from the sheer force. Mystery and Abby both stretch out their arms to brace you, which saves you crashing through the wall. The whole time your sister giggles apologies and squeezes you like she wants to suffocate the life from your organs.
Your parents suggest, too fondly for your taste, that your sister take a step back for a second. She does, still giggling, her face all flushed under a masterful application of make-up. She is stunning, of course. The picture-perfect woman any parent would be proud to call their daughter.
You clock the cutesy act immediately. It was one of your sister’s favorites when you brought home a boyfriend. Cute, naive, maybe a bit ditzy. A mask well-crafted for seduction of a man who wanted to feel superior to his woman and be a knight in shining armor.
So it begins.
“So sorry, (Y/N), but can you restart your introductions?” She coos, and there go the eyelashes. Batting at each of the boys, one at a time. “When Mom and Dad told me you were bringing actual K-Pop idols home, I had to go familiarize myself with the music.” Now she isn’t pretending to look at you. “You boys are so talented! Consider me your biggest fan!”
Baby, at the far end of the line, scoffs loud, drawing everyone’s attention, and you tense. “If you’ve familiarized yourself enough to be our ‘biggest fan’, then you don’t need to be introduced.”
His tone is scathing, and you see your parents’ expressions twist into displeasure at him speaking to their eldest that way. Your sister falters, too, and the giddy rush flowing through you outweighs your own annoyance. You expect Jinu to correct him, but your “perfect boyfriend” material idol minds his own business. In fact, you think you see a tiny smirk play across his lips.
Oh no. Maybe the nerves you felt leading up to today weren’t about your sister stealing away your boys. Maybe it was an instinct warning you: today is going to be nothing but trouble.
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Romance is her first target, which doesn’t shock you. Between his gentle, “come hither” expressions and his reputation that you are sure she researched, he is by far the most approachable for her schemes.
He plays nice for a bit, entertaining her flirting with hums or one-word replies. The whole time your sister tries to flirt and get close, no matter where they are in the room, his eyes find you. At one point, he smiles, a bit of canine poking out behind his lips. It’s the kind of smile he gives you when he’s feeling mischievous.
Before you can mouth at him to behave or swoop in for the rescue, he stands, abrupt enough to render your sister mute in surprise. “Darling, I’m sorry, but you are making me quite uncomfortable.”
His words make her mouth drop, and in the corner, speaking with Jinu, your mother’s gaze wanders to the pink-haired idol.
Amping up the dramatics, he throws a hand over his heart and ducks his head. Curtains of hair hide his smirk from everyone but you and Baby, who chuckles at your side. “I know my reputation precedes me, but I thought I made it clear that your comments were upsetting. I may be an idol, but I am not an object.”
Your sister stutters, face paling as he whips around, teary eyes leaking. “To think you would continue to say such things… I’m afraid I must refuse your company for the rest of the evening.”
He strides away, sniffling. He tucks into your shoulder to declare, “I’m so sorry, my darling, I tried so hard to be good and get along with everyone… But those comments are simply too much for my delicate heart.”
It’s a struggle not to burst out laughing or roll your eyes at his antics. Delicate heart. Yeah, right. You can feel his smirk against your skin, and Baby’s snickering is driving you up the wall.
Like clockwork, your mother excuses herself from Jinu and smacks your sister across the shoulder. It’s faint, but you hear her hiss, “What did you say to make that beautiful man cry, (S/N)?!”
Across the room, Jinu flashes you a rare wink.
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Next on the agenda is Abby. You expected Jinu, but you suppose he does come across a bit aloof when you don’t know him. Abby is chattering away at your father, who is politely listening and nodding. He doesn’t understand a lot of what the magenta-haired idol is talking about since it pertains to Korean culture and the K-Pop industry, but he tries to contribute. In return, Abby dutifully absorbs everything your father talks about relating to his passion: cars.
It’s cute, you admit to yourself, watching your overgrown puppy-coded boyfriend try his best to be on Jinu’s level. You nuzzle into Romance’s side, happy to have one of your boys all to yourself. Jinu and Baby are escorting your mother through the garden in a discreet guided attempt to put Baby back in your parents’ good graces. Mystery is watching them out of the window, metaphorical hackles raised as if he might need to run out and protect the family. Everything is perfect and calm.
Except for your sister’s presence. Across from you and Romance, clearly still sore over the earlier trap she was dragged into, your sister’s eyes flicker from one pink-haired idol to the next. You see the gears turning in her head. She edges further along her loveseat towards the end of the couch where Abby and your father sit. You hear a throaty chuckle ala Romance, but you focus on her actions.
Her first move is to place her hands on the arm rest, skin leaving a ghost’s kiss on Abby’s. If he or your father notice her increased proximity, they say nothing. Unacknowledged, she pushes the boundary and rests a hand on his shoulder. Watching her feel his broad shoulders and muscles, the likes of which belong exclusively to your polycule, boils your blood.
Abby casts a look at her, brow twitching, before returning to his conversation with your father. The intent, you can tell, is to blow her off. Your sister doesn’t read the same words, however. She giggles and begins pressing more into him, and the only thing holding you back from tackling her is Romance’s arm slung around your shoulders.
“Patience, my love,” he whispers and kisses your ear. “It takes time and many battles to win wars.”
Right on cue, Abby shrugs her hands off his shoulders. “Excuse me, but you’re kinda hurting me. I injured my shoulder recently.”
A lie, but it works. Startled, your sister jumps off him. She mumbles an apology, ducking her head when your father scolds her for not being more respectful of people’s space in the first place. If there is one thing you know about your sister, though, it’s that she is not easily deterred. She begins making inquiries as to their conversation, interrupting the natural flow and talking over your father’s attempts to educate Abby.
Finally, when once again she cuts your father off, Abby shoots her a look. “Hey, no offense, but Mr. (L/N) is teaching me stuff right now. It’s kinda hard to keep it all straight when you interrupt every other word.”
Your father lights up at his interest and, to your utter shock, shoos your sister away. “Yes, yes, (S/N). You never want to listen to this stuff, anyways. Why are you interrupting now?”
“B-But I…!”
Her protests fall on deaf ears as Abby reiterates a question and then proposes his own solution. Your father practically jumps for joy. “You are quite adept at this, Abby! Why don’t I show you some stuff out in the garage?”
“I’d be honored, sir,” Abby beams, once again ignoring your deflating sister attempt to butt back in. “I didn’t have the opportunity to learn this sort of stuff from my dad, you know. You’re so knowledgeable, it’s amazing!"
Jinu might have respectfulness down, but Abby definitely knows how to lay on the charm thick. Your father, dismissing your sister entirely, leads your boyfriend to the garage where, no doubt, he will show off his projects.
Even you, having witnessed the whole event from the outside, have to stare after them. What the hell just happened?
Being the Saja Boys housekeeper
Pairing: Saja boys x reader (and each other?)
Warnings: None
Requested by: No one
Prompts: The Saja Boys having feelings for their housekeeper/home assistant?
Pronouns: They/Them
"Next one!"
"Okay. As much as Babysspicybottle love your dance moves they think you all should touch your hair a little less and… your crotch a little more." Y/N sighed, surrounded by five saja boys, sandwiched between two and Abby sat between their legs.
The group couldn't get a handle on social media and modern technology, so they say. They suspected at least two were capable. Not Abby though; he couldn't even manage to keep his shirt closed. But it seemed like each member just wanted the opportunity to see how much they could tease their housekeeper.
"I'll touch my crotch if you ask me, Y/N." Baby manspread even further in the armchair across from them.
"Uh huh." They scroll past a few too sexual comments, not wanting to add to the awkwardness they felt. "Mysteryssecretforehead wants to give you a haircut, Mystery."
He let out an indignant huff and flipped his fringe but said nothing.
"Basically your concert was either amazing or too much for their ovaries to handle," They dropped the phone onto their lap. "Can we do something else now?"
Romance spread himself across the remaining space and as close as possible, resting his chin on his arms. "Yes! Now tell me, Y/N, did my voice make you weak in the knees as yours does to me? Make you shiver with delight? Give you a quiver in your—"
"Well I better get that laundry done! You sure do sweat a lot!" They bashed their shin on the coffee table as they hopped over a couple legs to escape.
Baby stared at Romance. "You scared them off again."
"How dare you!"
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The laundry really did need washing. The five Saja Boys change outfits at least twice a day… probably more. And were always covered in glitter and perfume from their near constant events.
As they shoveled Baby's clothes off the carpet, Abby leant against the doorframe in just a towel.
"Y/N I appear to have forgotten how to wash my hair… join me in the shower?"
"I think you can manage that yourself, Abby." They deliberately kept their eyes on the laundry.
He stepped forward, "Please please please? I wanna feel your fingers in my hair rubbing my scalp-"
They stood up straight with a full basket of clothes, glancing over the sculpted torso he'd flashed a hundred times. "Do all of you have matching tattoos or just you and Jinu?"
He stiffened, eyes flickering down to the dark patterns across his chest. "You've seen Jinu shirtless?"
"Hasn't everyone? Those are really solid, you must have to wear a lot of makeup to hide them."
His chest puffs out as they step closer, ego recovering with the attention. "It's magic, babe. Wanna see what else I can do?"
"Maybe another time."
He visibly lit up as they squeezed past with a basket on their hip. Y/N wasn't turning him down!
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"My love, I didn't scare you away, did I?" Romance hopped onto the running washing machine as Y/N worked through a pile of clean laundry.
"No, Romy, of course not. I just have jobs to do for you all." They separated Abby's buttonless shirts from the heap for later.
"You take such good care of us, why don't you let me take care of you?" His legs parted not so discretely. If Y/N was more focused on him they would have realised he sat on the machine to feel the movement.
"Because I'm paid to look after you."
"Oh I see. I'm just a paycheck to you!" He pressed his hand against his forehead and faked sniffles.
They picked out every undamaged piece and squished them down in the basket. "A very pretty paycheck."
Romance gasps in excitement and turns to lie on his belly and rest his chin on his hands. "Tell me more."
Y/N smiled at his silly behaviour. "I think you heard enough earlier."
"No fanatic could compare to you, my sweet. I would hear a hundred mean comments, no a thousand! Just for one kind word from your soft lips." He tried to shuffle himself along on his belly to get his face closer to theirs.
They glanced over from pilling his heart patterned underwear into a basket, eyes meeting his. His pupils pink and blown wide with a circle of gold. Their hands froze with the rest of them, "Your eyes…"
His cheeks flushed. And the direct vibrations creating a feeling of something stirring lower. Faster. He jumped up and rushed out of the room without a word.
Mystery made an amused huff at the sight and proceeded to rest his nose against Y/N's neck. Their arm bumped the basket and he tipped it upright again. They hadn't seen him come in after they turned back to the clothes.
"What was that about?"
He just shrugged. Then proceeds to inhale their scent like a drug.
Baby wandered into the utility room next, just as Y/N bent down to unload another batch of laundry. Their backside brushing against Mystery as his hands came to rest on their hips.
He scowled. Mystery smirked and flashed his teeth. Y/N didn't notice.
They straighten up so he pressed closer.
"It's hard to move when you squeeze me like that, Mysmysty."
He grumbled. Reluctantly he loosened his grip just enough for his hands to explore more freely.
Baby stepped closer so the grumble turns to a growl.
Y/N finally glances over after picking up the basket, "Oh hello Baby."
"It's my turn," His eyes were on Mystery.
"I'm washing your clothes too, don't worry, Baby."
"Oh I'm not worried."
The moment Y/N stepped closer to the machine and out of Mystery's arms, Baby tackled him to the floor. The room filled with sounds of growling and huffing and snapping teeth from both of them as they wrestled.
Y/N just stepped around them with the clean folded clothes and headed somewhere less aggressive.
Back to sit on the sofa. The boys had dispersed —for the moment— so they could relax and see what can be repaired.
Abby is a beefcake. Good for the eyes, not for his shirts. Since moving in with them as a full time assistant, Y/N had been ordering buttons in bulk. Once his shirt popped open in front of a fan there was no hope of getting them back. It was like his abs were magic. They tried replacing them with plastic fasteners, but according to Abby he wanted to give his fans a chance to catch the projectiles. As if his tummy wasn't a gift on its own.
The spare buttons seemed to disappear on their own too. Half their supply dwindled anytime they left it out. So now they kept an extra close eye on it in case one of the boys were playing with them again.
Y/N picked coarse blue hairs off a floral shirt — too dark to be from Baby or Mystery — as Jinu wandered in. He stretched his whole body out to rest his head on their lap, and his feet dangling off the end.
"Need something?"
"No." He pressed his face to their tummy.
"Tired?"
"I don't sleep." It came out muffled.
"That's probably why you're tired." They bent forward to get a handful of buttons, thread, and a needle, squishing his face even more.
Jinu spluttered audibly, but made no move to escape. They gave his hair a pat in apology.
Y/N suddenly yelped loudly and Jinu bolted upright, their hand catching on his arm. "Someone just pulled my hair— Jinu I'm so sorry."
The needle scratched him in the movement. They expected blood to bead out but instead saw… purple? Little drops of purple fluid. Jinu wiped it away and his skin was flawless again.
"What is that."
"Don't tell me you didn't notice, babe." Romance appeared over their shoulder, as did the other three.
Looming over Y/N, eyes glowing, teeth growing, patterns spreading over their faces. Each one doing their best to look scary, while Abby's flexing popped his shirt open again. A button hitting them in the face brought them back to the moment.
"You're… shapeshifters?"
"Try again, sweetheart."
"Dragons?" Watching their heads shake, "Skinwalkers? Changelings? Vampires?"
Jinu smiled. "We don't suck blood."
Abby pressed his knee into the cushion on their other side, "But we would sure like to suck-"
Jinu's hand to his bare chest stopped him. "Just… give them a minute."
He backed off —with the rest of them— and Jinu settled next to them again.
"Who keeps taking my buttons." Y/N muttered as they looked for the handful they dropped in shock.
"Come with me."
They took his hand.
Jinu lead them to his bedroom. He had never allowed them in before, always pretending to be better at housework than he is to keep them away.
The first think they see is the big blue tiger on the center of his bed. With an even bigger head and glowing eyes. His tail thumping lazily against the pillow. A six eyed magpie sat on his back, plucking out thick blue hairs.
"What is this?" They still held his hand.
"Just watch."
The magpie flew over them to a high shelf. Jinus hands gripped their waist and lifted so they could see. He fluttered down to a colourful nest. Thee eyes blinked at Y/N, then he started mixing the fur with a loose clump of hair that matched theirs, weaving it into the nest and pressing buttons in between strands.
"I try to get them back for you, but he pecks me." He lowered them back down before they decided to comment on the amount of dust.
The tiger stared.
"What are they."
"My spirit guides. Go say hello." He nudged them forward.
They pressed their knee into the mattress to get closer. "Hello uh…"
"Derpy."
"Derpy? Okay. Hello Derpy." Y/N held their hand out slowly. And received a big wet lick. They wiped it off on his head, but he seemed to like it. "You keep them in here all day?"
"Oh no they go wherever they want. It's very hard to hide them from you."
"And… all the rest? Was that hard too?"
"Excruciating." He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.
They moved to join him, and Derpy pressed his face to their back. "What are you really, Jinu?"
"We're demons. Sent here to defeat Huntr/x."
They look at his pale purple complexion; without the patterns and glowing eyes he would look sickly. "So you're just a boyband."
"Not exactly. Demons feed on souls-"
Their eyes widen, "Have you eaten my soul?"
"No of course not! You would not be breathing."
They nod and give Derpy a pat. "Okay. That's good. Keep it that way."
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"You ran off earlier, are you feeling okay, Rom?"
"Perfect now you're back in my arms. This smells almost as delicious as you, my tasty treat." Romance squeezed their waist, "What are you cooking?"
"Just a stir fry." Y/N placed a lid on the counter and shook a little spice jar over the wok, "Do you think this is enough chilly powder? You know how Baby likes it."
"Mhmm nothing could rival the heat you make me feel." He nipped at their neck.
"Oh!" They didn't expect his teeth to feel sharper than usual, or to look up to a blue grinning face appearing through the wall at the same time. "I spilt it. You make me add to much!"
He hummed and licked gently over the love bite without looking at the sizeable pile dissolving. "I'm sure it's just as delectable. We can handle a little spice."
"That's more than a little. Has it changed the colour?" They sigh, "Maybe I should start over."
"And make dinner late?" Abby leaned over Y/N as he and the other three squeezed into the kitchen.
"There's more room at the table." They screwed the top back on the jar to preserve what little remained.
"But we wanna be close to you!" He whined and leaned over their other shoulder, so Romance gave a little jab to his belly.
"I'll test your food, Y/N." Jinu pushed through the group.
"No way, me first!"
Derpy's big pink tongue flopped out towards the stove top. Y/N tried to push it back in with one hand, "If you all just wait at the table-"
Mystery barked at them all. Meanwhile Baby moved to their right and licked a spoon clean, they hadn't noticed him take it. He held eye contact as he sucked it into his mouth. Humming softly —barely audible over the fighting— and dragged his tongue over it a final time before handing it back.
"Too hot?"
His eyes flickered over them. "Perfect."
Heat crawled up their collar. "Can you get the plates down for me?" Derpy finally sunk back through the wall to find another way to get a second dinner.
By now the entire group scowled while Y/N turned away to dish up dinner. Baby grinned and slid his hand over their waist to increase their flustered state — and to steal Romance's place.
They handed each member a plate with steaming pork and veggies piled on and sent them to sit down finally.
As much as they all tried to share (which wasn't a lot) they didn't understand portion control. Or patience. So by making them queue like a school lunch line, Y/N ensured they all got the same, and there was enough left over for them to join.
They leaned over to place a jug of water on the dinning room table, Abby looking up in delight.
"How about a little soda pop for me instead?" He squeezed the back of their thigh gently.
"Put it on the shopping list," They stepped back.
His hand slid further up their thigh. "Come on, just let me drink in every drop."
They gave Abby's hand a brief squeeze before moving it away. "You're not drinking any of me right now."
"Oh so later?" He grinned and raised his brow teasingly.
"... Shut up and eat your dinner."
"I love it when you're bossy."
Y/N sat down and waited to see their reactions before they started eating. "Don't worry if you don't like it tonight, I might have messed it up."
"My beloved, do not talk that way, I could never hate your cooking." Romance took a large bite, making a point to groan happily as he chewed. "You must know the way to a man's heart is through is stomach, because every dish from you is a love letter to my soul."
Every other member dug in too, not paying attention as Romance started to cough.
"Are you alright? Do you need—"
Three more followed, eyes brimming with tears and gulping down water.
"I guess their love letter was only to me." Baby grinned and took another bite.
"Your love hurts so good." Romance wheezed, trying to smile through the tears.
Life with the Boys
Summary: Your day to day with the Saja Boys– your five devilishly handsome boyfriends treating you right. In other words; a compilation of smutty one shots with you and polysaja.
Poly!Saja Boys x F!Reader
Content Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f! receiving), threesomes, cocky demons, brat!baby, slight dom/sub dynamics, begging, restraint, fingering (f!receiving), hair pulling, nipple/breast play, shower sex, slight voyeurism, choking, spanking, biting, finishing inside, stoplight/color system as safe words, edging/teasing, slight pain kink, scratching, demonic traits (such as but not limited to; fangs, claws, glowing eyes and patterns, and unnatural skin colors), pet names, hickies, and possibly more. Let me know if I missed any!
Not beta read—please excuse any mistakes!
You don't really know how you got here– five supernatural men at your beck and call, willing to do whatever you pleased, whenever you pleased but hey, you weren't complaining. It meant there was never a dull moment, never time where you could say that you had to be lonely (but if you wanted personal space they would give it), never did you have to do anything for yourself if you didn't want to. You were pampered. Spoiled. Worshipped even. And yes, it takes getting used to, but hell if it didn't make you feel good. And oh, did they make you feel good.
•♡•
"Another one princess, I know you can," Baby teases, his hands warm on the inside of your thighs. That stupid lopsided grin he saves for at home grows as your breath hitches and he presses another sloppy kiss to your thigh.
You were still coming down from the high of your last orgasm, breathing heavy and the sheen of sweat settling over your skin made the air in the room feel cooler than it was. What a predicament you had gotten yourself into; sandwiched between a couple of demons on silk sheets. Absolutely baffling. Shifting your hips slightly you feel Jinu's hard length pressing into your lower back through his sweat pants from where you sit between his legs. "I– I don't know if–"
"Sure you can," Baby says, fingertips digging ever so slightly into the soft flesh of your thighs. His golden eyes flick to the man behind you. "What do you think, Jagi?"
Jinu's fingers trail delicately up your side, his touch feather light and downright sinuous. He leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his palm comes to rest against your ribcage. "C'mon pretty girl, don't you think he deserves a reward for how well he's been doing?"
Baby absolutely glows at the praise, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh to hide his smile. Gently you nod your head, still trying to catch your breath– a moment you wouldn't get as the second he was given the okay, Baby had dove straight back into your core, eating you out like a man starved. It was something many wouldn't expect, all cutesy and pastel on stage. But the man was an absolute sex fiend behind closed doors. You let out a sound crossed between a gasp and a shriek, one hand flying to grip his hair and the other covering your mouth.
"Ah hey," Jinu scolds quietly, gently taking your wrist in his hand and pulling your hand away from your lips. "I want to hear every beautiful sound you make."
The whine that escapes you would wound your pride if you were in a less needy headspace, but it was never something you could help once your boys got determined. Your hand falls to Jinu's thigh, squeezing softly as Baby works diligently between your legs. He plunges two fingers into your core and curls, hitting just the right spot. A wanton moan falls from your lips and your grip tightens in his aqua hair, causing him to moan too and sending vibrations through your entire being. Once again you find yourself at the edge of pleasure, feeling the coil in your lower belly tighten more and more.
"Please," your voice is a hoarse whisper. "Please, please, please!"
Legs shaking, you shift and try to thrust your hips up, desperately looking for more friction. Anything to push yourself into the ecstasy of orgasm.
"Greedy thing," Baby grumbles and braces his forearm across your lower stomach, effectively pinning your hips down. Jinu moves, hooking his ankles under yours and pushing your knees open with his hands, palms warm on your skin.
"You gotta behave now," he coos, voice dropping just a couple shades darker. "Be a good girl for us, okay?"
Damn their demonic strength, but oh if didn't turn you on more. They had you unraveling under their touch and you were loving every second of it.
"Please!" You cry, begging for release. "Jinu! Baby, please!"
"Huh? Please what, pretty girl?" Jinu asks, playing innocent, regardless of being anything but.
"Please let me cum!" You beg, you were almost there. Just a little more, just a little further.
"Well since you asked so nicely," Jinu says and Baby hums, moving his fingers to just the right spot and suddenly you're toppling right over the edge, seeing stars and screaming their names loud enough for the neighbours to hear.
As you come down from your high, spots clearing from your vision you hear soft murmurs.
"Did so well princess," Baby says, running his hands over your thighs comfortingly as he crawls up to his knees in between your legs.
"You really did." Jinu agreed as he brushes your hair back from your face, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and shifting his attention to Baby. "But next time we'll switch spots, huh? Let me pleasure our girl?"
"Maybe," Baby says, a sly grin creeping up on his face. "Settle for a taste right now?"
And with that he leans just past you and captures Jinu's lips with his, uncharacteristically soft. Jinu hums contentedly into the kiss as Baby pulls back and stares down at you.
"Hear how eager he is princess?" He leans down and kisses you too, hand cupping your jaw. "Ready for another round?"
•♡•
Sighing gently as you tucked the last of your laundry into your dresser, you slid the drawer closed with a soft thud. Finally, with the chores done you could relax. Turning on your heel, you move to exit the room but squeal when instead you're met with Mystery hovering just behind you, head cocked to the side.
"Myst! You scared me!" You say with a breathy laugh, grasping at his arm for stability. "I didn't even hear you come in."
He stares down at you, remaining silent. Oh, these demon men would be the death of you, you just know it. "Did you need something?"
"Missed you." He mumbles taking a step forward and crowding further into your space. You laugh again and take a step back walking with him.
"I've been home all day?" You tried, confused by his antics.
"Mm-mm," he shakes his head, continuing forward and herding you back. "Missed you."
His tone shifted to something a little more intense, something with more bite. His hair shifts and you see a flash of gold under his silvery bangs.
"Oh," you say, understanding what he means as your lower back hits the dresser, his hands resting on the edge, effectively caging you in.
He leans forward, lips barely brushing against yours and you can barely see his face with how close he is. "Good?" He asks.
"Good." You reply, and he crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, hands finding your hips. His fingers brush under the hem of your shirt as the edge of the dresser digs into your spine.
Your finger tangle in his hair, twisting into the pale locks and you tug, earning a growl from him. "That's dangerous, lovey."
"And what about it?" You ask, watching as more of his demonic features start to peak through his human glamour. "I like a little danger."
He laughs lowly, and pulls you into him. He trails open mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping to nip at your pulse point and you squeal. "Myst!"
"Hmm?" He hums in question, lips trailing over your jaw. You laugh, knowing that him being in this mood means you'll be here for a while.
"What's gotten into you?" You ask, running your fingers through his hair before dropping your arms around the back of his neck.
"Missed you." He says again, like the answer is obvious. That's gonna be the only answer you get. He pulls back slightly and you watch as the purple patterns he has become more apparent, glowing slightly. He trails a hand over the button of your jeans, peering at you through his bangs. You nod your head and the side of his mouth quirks up, one of his fangs peaking out.
He unbuttons your jeans, slipping his hand into them and your panties. A gasp escapes your lips as his fingers find your clit and you grip his shoulders for support.
He's playing at this point, his other hand brushing up and pushing your shirt up over the swell of your breasts. He tugs one side of your bra down, ducking his head down to take your nipple into his mouth as he slips a finger into your entrance causing you to moan.
"Mystery," you gasp out, tangling your fingers into his hair. He works another finger in, pumping in and out slowly, his palm grinding against your clit at an agonizingly slow pace while he moves his mouth across your chest. He hums and sucks the flesh in between his teeth, nipping and leaving marks as he goes.
"Good?" He checks in, fingers still working in and out of you.
"Good. So good." You tell him and he smiles, moving to kiss the column of your throat, no doubt leaving marks there too. He picks up the pace, moving his hand against your core faster and you move your hips with him, chasing your orgasm.
The coil in your belly tightens and you feel heat start to spread through your body as he continues to work at your core.
"Myst!" You cry out, feeling the coil snap as pleasure rushes through your body. He continues to finger you through your orgasm, pumping his fingers in and out of you. "Oh, Mystery!"
He captures your lips with his and slows his movements to a stop. When he pulls back and removes his hand from the waistband of your jeans he carefully sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean like that's all he wanted in life.
He carefully drops to his knees in front of you and gently tugs on the waistband of your jeans, head cocked to the side innocently like he didn't just do the dirtiest thing. "More?"
•♡•
Steam starts to curl around the edges of the mirror as you kick your slippers to the side. You turn sliding your thumbs under the waistband of your pyjama bottoms, getting ready to remove them for your long awaited shower when you see a pair of golden eyes watching you from the doorway. Freezing in your tracks, you take in the demon before you; all soft lines and lanky limbs propping himself up against the doorframe, a lazy smirk starting to form on his lips.
"Well now angel, don't stop on my account."
"Romance," You hiss, taking a step closer to him. "How did you even get in here?"
"Did you know you don't lock the door frighteningly often?" he quips. You blink at him in silence, letting his question sit for a beat. You suppose you don't, but you feel safe enough in your home that you don't feel the need to. Even so, how he managed to open the door without you hearing was baffling in itself. Always full of surprises, your boys were.
"Anyway, I just wanted to grab this–" he says, sauntering further into the bathroom and plucking his hairbrush off the counter– "and then I was distracted by such a beautiful specimen."
He trails the handle of the brush along your jaw delicately, locking his eyes onto yours. Goosebumps raise across your skin as you look into his golden, catlike irises. If the room wasn't already steamy from the hot shower that had already been running without anyone in it for far too long, you swear the intimacy in his gaze would have fogged the glass. He just had a way like that.
So of course, it was at that moment he chose to turn with a smile many would call sweet, but you– you would call evil, and head for the door. "But I can see you're very busy, so I'll just see myself out–"
As he steps back, your hand darts out and grabs the front of his shirt, wrapping the silk so tightly in your fist you aren't sure if the wrinkles would ever come out. The startled look on his face doesn't last but a moment, shifting over to a self-satisfied smile.
"Where do you think you're going?" You ask him, pulling him back towards you. He lets you move him around like a rag doll, despite the fact that he's stronger than you are.
"I thought you were going to take a shower angel?" He asks, feigning an innocent expression despite the sly smirk still plastered on his face.
"Don't play dumb with me," you say, poking a finger at his chest. "I know what you're playing at."
"Oh?"He asks. "And what would that be?"
Your eyes narrow and his smirk grows wider. "You just wanna see me naked."
He gasps dramatically, bringing a hand to his heart. "Me? Never!"
You roll your eyes and tug at the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips to his. In the background you pick up on the sound of the hairbrush clattering to the ground as he brings both hands to your face and deepens the kiss.
"Everything okay in here?" The door creaks open further and you break away from Romance, seeing Abby standing at the door with a curious expression on his face.
"Oh it's grand," Romance says, batting his eyes and breaking away from you to sidle up to the taller man. "I just came in here to get something and this absolutely stunning woman tried to jump my bones. Please say you'll help me out?"
"What?" You blurt out. Is he serious? "Romance, I was just trying to take a shower."
"And then you kissed me!"
"After you opened the door!"
Through the arguing, you barely registered Abby stepping further into the bathroom and closing the door behind him with a firm click. His eyes flick back and forth between the two of you, the playful energy lighting up more and more.
"But what could be done?" Romance laments, wrapping his arms around Abby's waist and resting his chin on his chest. "I'm only a man."
Abby chuckles and presses a quick kiss to his boyfriend's lips. "Guess we'll just have to satiate her appetite then."
How were they making this your fault? This was definitely not your fault. The two men turn their gazes to you and before you can say Soda Pop they have you sandwiched between them.
The contrast of Romance's delicate touch, dragging his hands down your arms as his breath ghosts over the back of your neck; and Abby's firm grasp on your sides as he grinds his hips into yours has you reeling. It's dizzying, and addicting all together. Abby leans down and kisses you, his lips hungry and warm, and suddenly you're completely okay with this being your fault.
Hands from all parties roam, tugging and pulling at clothes. Article after article of clothing is removed and thrown to the wayside and eventually they guide you step by step into the steaming shower.
Abby's strong arms wrap around you, one around your waist and the other gliding up and his hand wraps around your neck, not aggressively, but enough for you to know he's there. He pulls you into him, your back pressing against his chest as the water cascades down from behind him. You can feel his rapidly hardening length pressing into your lower back.
Romance hooks a finger under your chin, forcing your gaze into his as he presses closer. The damp air has strands of his hair sticking to his neck and sides of his face, and his necklace rests on his sternum, dripping already.
"Oh angel– you are quite the sight," he sighs, leaning in so that his lips are barely brushing yours. "Beautiful as always."
You hum and run a hand up his arm, a dopey smile crossing your face. Abby's grip tightens just slightly around your neck, not on your windpipe, no. Just at the sides, and just enough to lessen blood flow slightly. You hum again as the steam in the bathroom mixes with the haze in your mind and Abby speaks from behind you.
"Color?" He asks, his grip loosening enough for you to think, but he keeps you steady and upright.
"Green."
You can't see his face, but Romance smiles and shares a look with the man behind you. "Good. I can't wait for us to ruin you."
Heat pools in your belly at the thought. With these two it would be the best of both worlds, the rougher and more dominant side with Abby; and well, Romance got his name for a reason, he tended to be softer and more tender in his loving.
Abby's hand snakes down from your waist to your core and runs his fingers through your slick folds. Your breath hitches and your eyes flutter shut.
"Oh no, eyes on me lovely." You force your eyes to open again and look at Romance again, his fingers trailing delicately over your jaw. "There we go, I want to see how he's making you feel."
Abby's strong fingers draw circles on your clit, building you up slowly to pleasure as Romance presses soft kisses to your jaw. His deft fingers find your nipples, twisting and tweaking in just the right ways to have your skin lighting up as your knees go weak from the way Abby moves between your legs.
If you had any inclination that this was how things would pan out when you first went to take a shower, you might have been more eager. Now, the coil in your abdomen starts to wind tighter as they work, and Romance presses a kiss to your jaw. A groan escapes you and you hear them both chuckle.
"Feeling good babygirl?" Abby asks, strong arms keeping you upright as he works.
You nod your head and hum out an affirmation, and Romance pulls back, his nose brushing against yours.
"Words angel," he says, hands trailing across your skin that's now slick from the cascade of water.
"Y–yes," you manage to get out, stumbling over your words from the pleasure coursing through your system. "Yes! Please."
Another laugh, and Romance presses a kiss to your lips before asking you: "Please what?"
"Please let me cum!" The words tumble from your lips before you can even think, and it has the men around you pausing. No, you think as you bite your lip. That's the opposite of what you wanted.
"If you insist," Abby says, and you watch as Romance drops to his knees in front of you. He hikes one of your legs over his shoulder before burying his face in your cunt.
Your pleasure skyrockets, and you've never been more glad to have Abby holding you upright. His arms hold you tight, but his hands caress your body, squeezing in all the right places.
Romance works diligently, pressing slender fingers into your entrance and sucking on your clit. The whine that escapes you echoes off the tiles of the shower and your pleasure builds.
"C'mon babygirl," Abby murmurs in your ear. "Let go, you know you want to."
With a curl of Romance's fingers, you tumble into an orgasm, gasping into the steamy air. He works you through the pleasure before standing back up, and pressing a kiss to your jaw.
"Good girl," he purrs, leaning over your shoulder to kiss Abby. "Isn't she?"
"Always," Abby replies. "Let's see how many more we can get, yeah?"
•♡•
"Oh pretty girl," Jinu says breathlessly as you sink down onto his hard length, straddling his lap where he sits against the headboard of his bed. He hadn't been out all day and you just wanted to check on him, honest. But then a kiss turned a little heated and well, now you're here. "you're gonna break me one of these days."
You card your fingers through his hair and kiss along his jaw before slowly moving your hips back up. The gasp he lets out is soft and he grips at your thighs, eyes squeezed shut as you move.
"Jinu," you say, the melodic lilt in your voice calling out to him likes siren song as you tilt his chin up to look at you. He opens his eyes and the gold in his irises flashes for a moment before calming down just a bit. "Are you okay?"
"More than okay," He answers, his hands trailing up your sides. "Just trying to control myself."
A giggle escapes you and you keep the pace brutally slow. "Why? Don't you want to let go a little?"
He lets out a strained laugh, palms pressing into your sides. "You're making me want to."
You sink down fully, feeling his tip brush your cervix and stop. Watching as his jaw clenches. You hold his gaze steady, challenging him. "So do it."
His eyes flash again, this time accompanied by the purple flash of his patterns on his skin glowing and he grits his teeth. "Pretty girl, you don't know what–"
"Oh, I really do." You say, wiggling your hips just a little and he groans. His grip tightens and he moves you up and back down, his hips meeting yours as a self satisfied grin spreads across your face.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks as he fucks into you. "Such a brat today, huh?"
"Only for you, Jinu" you tease, and he groans. You both know that's not true—but in the moment, neither of you care.
He clamps a hand over your mouth for only a moment before slipping it down to your neck and lightly squeezing. He doesn't apply any other pressure, you know it's because he's afraid he would hurt you, but he holds you in place like that anyway. "Guess I'll have to fuck the attitude out of you, hm?"
You don't answer. You don't have to. Both of you know that was exactly what you wanted. The smile on your face says it all.
He thrusts his hips up, holding yours in place and the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. Claws dig into your skin slightly, the sting welcome. "That's what you wanted, huh? For me to fuck you like this?"
"Mmhmm," you nod your head, smile still on your face and he laughs. It's not often that Jinu takes control like this, but when he does– it's intoxicating. His hand trails from your neck to your cheek, brushing the hair away from your face before he grips your hips again with both hands.
"I guess you've been good enough to deserve it," he says. Your fingertips dig into his shoulders, his patterns glowing just a little brighter where your nails meet his skin.
He sucks in a breath, eyelashes fanning out across his cheek bones. His thumb dips down, making tight circles on your clit. A wanton moan falls from your lips as pleasure starts to coarse through your body.
"C'mon pretty girl," He all but begs. "Cum for me. I know you're there."
You clench down on his cock at his words, eliciting a groan from him and causing his hips to stutter. Your orgasm builds and you cry out his name as you cum. "Jinu!"
He bucks his hips up only a few more times, chasing his own orgasm shortly after yours. The two of you sit for a moment, foreheads pressed together, trying to catch your breath.
You lean forward and press your lips to his. "I like when you take control."
"Oh yeah?" He asks with a small laugh, cheeks dusted pink. "I should do it more often then?"
"Definitely."
•♡•
Every one of your demon boyfriends was different. From the way they talked and carried themselves, to the way they liked their tea. And especially in the way they fucked you.
Romance was sensual, he took his time. Mystery likes to mark you up and make you squirm. And Abby... well he liked to play rough. He was caring too, he's never crossed any of your boundaries and the aftercare is always top tier, but oh did he like to ruin you first.
That's how you ended up with your cheek pressed into the sheets of his bed, legs shaking under you as he fucked you through your latest orgasm.
"That's it babe, just like that." He says, hips snapping flush with yours. His stamina certainly was abundant. "Love the way you squeeze me."
The moan that escapes you is loud and his palm lands on the plush cheek of your ass with a loud crack, eliciting a whimper from you. His hand runs over your hip and he slows to a stop, leaning over your back to brush the hair off your cheek and away from your face.
His expression is curious, knuckles brushing gently across your cheek bone as he asks, "Color?"
You manage to focus your glassy eyes on him and muster out your answer. "Gr-green."
He breaks out into a cocky grin and catches a string of drool from the corner of your mouth. "Perfect. Lemme know if that changes babygirl."
He barely leaned back before he was back at the brutal pace he was before, the head of his cock bullying your cervix so nicely. Another slap to your ass and the sting keeps you grounded to reality in your blissfully fucked out state, as his hand snakes around your waist and his fingers find your sensitive clit.
"A-abby!" You whine, the feeling damn near overwhelming as you grip the sheets and he pushes you towards your rapidly approaching orgasm.
"So close babe," he says, starting to lose his rhythm. "Almost there, one more for me."
His fingers keep rubbing circles on your clit, and you cry out as you tumble over the edge, clamping down on him. He groans, hips snapping up into yours forcefully as you feel the tell-tale warmth spread through you from his orgasm as well.
A moment passes as the two of you breathe heavily, his hands rubbing comfortingly up and down your sides. "So good babygirl, so good."
He pulls out, and you feel warmth drip down your thighs as he helps you flip over on your back. "How're you feeling?"
You hum contentedly as he brushes your hair back from your face and his eyes search yours. "Feelin' good."
"Good." He lets a dopey grin slip to match yours and presses a kiss to your forehead. "That's good."
•♡•
Teeth sink into your shoulder and the pitchy whine that escapes you is nothing short of embarrassing.
"Wussing out on us already?" Baby asks, licking a stripe up the column of your neck. You cling to him, fists bunching into his sweater as he noses into the crook of your neck, just behind your ear.
"You wish," you gasp out as Mystery pulls back slightly, pressing a kiss to the pulsing spot on your shoulder he had just worked his teeth into. From where he stands behind you, he wraps an arm around your waist, fingers digging under the edge of your waistband. The other reaches out past you, grabbing blindly for Baby.
Somehow, you weren't entirely sure how exactly, but these two had managed to get you worked completely up without so much as removing a stitch of anyone's clothing. Sure, the tug of a collar here and there, or the undoing of a button. But still– everyone remained technically fully clothed.
Baby hums and you feel the dig of his claws into your hip as he separates himself from your neck, only to press a kiss to Mystery's lips over your shoulder.
"Good," he says lowly. "Because, we're just getting started."
There's a throaty growl and Mystery's fingers find their way further down below the waistband of your panties, dipping into your slick folds. Another whine from you and Baby laughs, sliding his hands up underneath your shirt and cupping your breasts.
"Such pretty noises," he says, pulling the cups of your bra down. "And all for us. Isn't that just perfect Myst?"
You hardly register the hum of agreement– you're too preoccupied with the feeling of his fingers circling your clit. Of Baby finding your nipples and giving just the faintest twist. Of Mystery nipping at your pulse point at the crook of your neck.
A heavy sigh escapes your lips and you feel your knees start to go weak as pleasure builds in you. Leaning your weight back into Mystery, you bite back a groan and Baby leans in closer.
"Got you all hot and bothered, princess?" He asks, cocky smirk on his features. "Not surprising, we all know how good Myst is with his hands."
At those words, Mystery plunges two fingers into you and you groan. The heels of his hand grinds into your clit and your hips buck as you start to chase your high.
Baby kisses up the side of your neck, stopping to suck bruises into your skin every so often. His hands squeeze at your hips and you're glad for it, not sure that you would be standing it weren't for him keeping you upright.
There's a particular moment where Mystery's fingers curl in a come hither motion and your breath catches in your throat as the coil in your belly snaps. Ecstasy rushes over you and your eyes roll back.
As you come down from your high, the two men support you, keeping you upright and standing. Mystery gently retracts his hand from your pants and Baby grins.
"So," the man in front of you says. "Ready for round two?"
•♡•
The silk bindings that Romance had oh so carefully picked out and wrapped around your wrists bit into your skin slightly as you tugged on the restraints. You couldn't help it, really– the way he's had his face buried in your cunt for the past hour, teasing you relentlessly, it made you want to bury your fingers in his hair.
"Ro–Romy," the nickname tumbles from your lips in a breathy moan, and his golden irises flick up as he raises his head to meet your gaze.
"Yes angel?" He asks, syrupy sweet as he licks his lips. The grin he wears is devastatingly sinful.
Catching your breath, you bite your lip and revel in the feel of him shifting between your legs. Slowly he starts to crawl up your unclothed form, keeping you pinned to the bed beneath you with his glowing gaze the entire time.
He stops, hovering just above you, hair tied in a messy knot at the back of his head. "Words love, I need words."
His fingers trail delicately across your cheek bone, brushing away the stray hair that was caught on your lip. Your breath catches in your throat and his eyes snap back to yours, seeming to glow in the dark.
"Please," you manage to get out, voice barely a whisper. You clear your throat and try again. "Please– Romy, fuck me."
A grin spreads across his lips, and a delighted hum escapes him. "Is that what you want angel?"
Desperately you nod your head, mumbling your pleas and he laughs lightly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It's nothing fleeting, you can taste a mix of him and your own release from your previous orgasms as he works his mouth against yours before pulling away.
"If that's what you want," He stands fully, slowly undoing the last couple of buttons on his shirt before dropping it to the floor. Sensually, he trails his fingers along the waistband of his jeans as he moves to take those off as well. Always a show with him.
And it always gets to you.
Squeezing your thighs together, you hope to find some friction in the movement, but are unfortunately met with a lackluster amount. Tugging at the silk ties keeping your wrists bound to the headboard, you let out a groan when they don't let up.
"Oh, that's not very good, now is it?" Romance coos, leaning back over you with his now nude form. His hand brushes between your thighs, parting them easily and slipping between your legs. "Be good for me, yes?"
Nodding eagerly, you groan as he guides his length to your soaked entrance. Your thighs squeeze his hips and he gasps, head falling to your shoulder.
Fuck. The way he slowly sinks into you, sliding in inch by inch to let you accommodate– it's addictive. Clearly he thinks so too, his voice cracking slightly as he speaks. "You're absolutely heavenly, love."
Another moan escapes you as he bottoms out. His lips anchor to the base of your neck and he starts moving, slowly dragging himself in and out.
It doesn't take long for the coil in your abdomen to build, that's what happens when you've spent the better part of the evening being worked up repeatedly– and Romance can tell. He picks up the pace, snaking a hand down between the two of you to find your clit.
"Let go love," he purrs, nose brushing against yours and lips ghosting across your own in an almost-kiss. "Let go for me."
The mix of sensations finally gets to you; the binds at your wrists, the fullness of him, his fingers on your clit. It pushes you across the edge and an orgasm takes over, sending pleasure coursing through your body. His hips snap up into yours as he chases his own high and finishes with a groan.
A moment passes where you float back into yourself, and Romance presses a kiss to your cheek as he pulls out and carefully unties the silk binds on your wrists.
"Beautiful angel, you are amazing." He says sweetly, rubbing sensation back into your wrists. "How are you feeling?"
A content hum escapes your lips before you can think and the smile that crosses your expression answers before you can. "With you? Always great."
•♡•
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" You gasp as Baby nips at the inside of your thigh, pinching your clit with a wicked grin.
"Don't know." He pretends to think for a moment. "Can't remember. It's been a long time. Y'know being a centuries old demon and all."
You roll your eyes and try to catch your breath after your last denied orgasm. "Brat."
"That's one word for me," he says slyly, smiling as he presses a few kisses to the inside of your leg. He grabs you by your thighs and yanks you closer to him, looming over you, gold eyes flashing playfully. "But you love me anyway."
"Do I?" You ask, mostly to be annoying– and he laughs, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. His necklace brushes against your chest, the cold metal chain a stark contrast to your warm skin making you gasp.
Once again, you somehow ended up completely naked and he has yet to lose anything but his stupid hat. But that seems to commonly be the way with Baby. He laughs again and trails his lips across your jaw and down the column of your throat, pausing at a point or two to no doubt leave hickeys for everyone to see.
"Baby," you groan, carding one hand through his hair and the other tugging at his sweater.
"Yeah princess?" He asks, his lips brushing against your throat. You tug at his sweater again and he shifts backwards, looking down at you with an amused expression. "You want me naked that bad, huh?"
"Baby."
He laughs at your semi-scandalized expression before he pulls the sweater over his head, further messing up his hair in the process. "Okay, okay. Even though you didn't ask very nicely."
You roll your eyes again and prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he unbuttons his jeans and kicks those to the side. You take in his lean form and the patterns that snake across his skin, glowing faintly in the dim room. He catches your gaze and smirks, striking a pose.
"See something you like?"
You roll your eyes again and drop back down on the mattress, trying to fight back the smile.
"C'mon," he says, kneeling on the bed over you. "You know you love it."
"Uh-huh," you say, turning your face away from him. He gently grips your jaw and turns your face back to look at him, cocky smile still plastered on his face.
"Am I gonna have to change your mind?"
"Maybe." You say, and he laughs before pressing another kiss to your jaw.
"Challenge accepted." He trails his lips over to yours, kissing you deeply and warmly, one of his hands snaking its way down between your bodies. You gasp his fingers slide over your clit, still sensitive from earlier and he nips at your lip before moving to kiss your neck.
He keeps going, rubbing tight circles over your bundle of nerves, building you up to your orgasm. Your breathing hitches and you whimper as you feel the rush coming on and right as it's about to hit–
He pulls his hand away.
"Baby." You groan. He laughs from where he's tucked into the crook of your neck and you buck your hips and rub your thighs together to try and get that release you've been denied so many times already tonight.
"Ah, hey." He says, swatting lightly at your legs. "Be good."
"Why don't you–" you say, grabbing his shoulders and flipping him onto his back. "Be good?"
Pure surprise colors his features, jaw dropped open and his eyes wide. If you hadn't caught him off guard he probably wouldn't have let you flip him. You pin his hand next to his head, well aware that he's stronger than you and could easily flip you back at any moment.
"Hmm?" You keep going. Feeling the rush of surprising him and the sexual frustration of being edged all night has you riding a very particular high. "No funny jokes now, huh?"
He closes his mouth, eyes flashing brightly as he watches you above him. You grind down onto his hard cock inside his underwear and he hisses, fists clenching slightly.
"Oh, poor Baby," you coo, straddling his hips more comfortably and letting his wrists go to caress his cheek gently. "Your plans didn't work out the way you wanted?"
You can almost see the gears turning in his head as he moves to prop himself up on his elbows, dragging his eyes up and down your body. He blinks a couple times and clears his throat.
"Maybe this was part of my plan." He says finally, his voice tight.
You laugh, genuinely and fully laugh. "Was it now?"
"Yes?"
You grind your hips down again and he groans, his hands flying to your thighs. "Doesn't seem like it."
"Maybe I'm just letting you have your fun first," He says, fingers digging into the flesh ever so slightly.
"Oh?" You say, leaning down slightly. "Before what?"
His eyes flash and his patterns glow brighter than you've seen before. "Before I fuck you so hard you forget your name."
Now it's your jaw that drops. And he doesn't let you ruminate on that for too long before he flips the two of you again and pins both your wrist above your head with one hand. The other is busy pulling his length out and lining it up with your entrance.
He sinks in, filling you up in one fluid motion and you moan. His breath tickles your ear as he exhales and you bite your lip.
"So tight princess, always feel so good."
He tries to keep the teasing pace he's had all night, but if his catching breath and tense muscles are any indication– that may just be more difficult than he'd like. You hook your legs around his waist and the shift has him sinking deeper. He groans and quickens his movements.
"Baby," you say breathlessly, carding your fingers through his hair and tugging. "Please."
He growls, low and primal in the back of his throat, the sound rumbling in his chest too. He's already close, you can tell; the way his hips are stuttering and his jaw is clenching. You ghost a kiss over his cheek and down his neck, feeling his rapid pulse under your lips. You bite down, not enough to break skin but certainly enough to leave a mark. He groans and shifts, moving harder and faster.
The friction of his pelvis meeting yours is sending you closer and closer to the edge and finally– finally, a whine tears itself from your throat as the coil in your abdomen snaps and you cum, hitting your high. Not even a second later Baby's hips stutter and he's finishing too, breathing heavily and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
"Good job princess," he says, as you run your fingers through his hair delicately. "You held out for a while."
"Well with you, I have to." You retort, rolling your eyes but you can't help the smile that makes its way to your lips.
"Ah, but you love it." He teases.
You scoff and grab his jaw, the cocky smirk still plastered on his face as he's on top of you. "Brat."
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You could never grow tired of your boys, not when they always have something new to show you. Even if it means putting up with cocky demons in bed– you're more than willing. And they would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask. So no, you could never grow tired of them, and that's something that you will always be happy to have.
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Dividers by @thecutestgrotto
Scientific Theory on the Supernatural
Day 22, Dongji, of KPDH Advent Calendar
With Poly!Saja
Tagged: @witchleo21
Okay. Little error on my part. I thought dongji was the dish above, but it’s “a celebration of the Winter Solstice which occurs each year around December 22” (theseoulguide.com). At least I got the date right.
The dish here is called patjuk, or red bean porridge.
Research tells that during dongji, evil spirits are more active, and this dish supposedly has a power that repels them. Talk about an alternative to the honmoon 😂👍🏾
So, what’s there to expect on consuming such dish when around the Saja Boys? Especially when coming up with a hypothesis from knowing all five were originally human in their pasts?
I wanna try, but shouldn’t.
What could happen? I’m not sure.
Will it hurt? Maybe a little? Maybe none at all?
I mean, they were human before, and they still look him even with the patterns and claws. I don’t know…
I’m tempted, though. Looking at this dish and seeing various recipes, it looks so good! I like trying out new dishes and it caught my eye. But, from added research about it… A demon repellent? Learning that, I’m not so sure.
Sigh. I really don’t know. I want to try, but I don’t want to hurt my boys. Hell, I’m not sure if it will hurt them, or is just a plain dish that’s connected to a superstition. Especially when selling your human soul and actually born as a demon are two different concepts in the supernatural life.
I’ve seen demons other than the Saja Boys. They’re not human, and if it’s true, this could protect me from them – and the boys.
I really want to try, though! Maybe because I just ate, but my mouth is already savoring the flavor my imagination conducts. How hot and fresh it must be. The thickness of the sauce. The rice and beans and meat, all cooked under equal preparation.
Who knows what could happen?
I swear, this feels like a science project. Another procedure to verify the scientific theory with a subject for a graded project. A moment to answer an hypothesis: can patjuk really repel demonic activities and figures?
Can patjuk hold back the Saja Boys as much as this mysterious honmoon they mention once in a while?
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I’m still hungry, my mind concludes as my thumb scrolls recipe after recipe for a satisfying, high-reviewed choice.
What harm could come from it?
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At least it’s not that “what could go wrong” cliche, because technically it didn’t. In a way.
“Darling! How could you?!” Romance cries. I’m blinking at the emotional outburst.
“What do you mean?! I didn’t know this could happen!”
“But you did the research, didn’t you?” Baby calls out, pointing at me from his side of the FaceTime call — the only use of communication face-to-face, for now.
“Not intentionally. It was just there when I was looking into it. Besides, I wouldn’t have made it if I knew it would create an invisible force field!” I argue.
And apparently one quote powerful, even from a small pot that can hold about two servings – one for me to try today, and if good, be leftovers for tomorrow. From that led to, what I can describe as, my own ‘mini honmoon’, where the boys can’t get in since they’ve been out for an early rehearsal.
At least it doesn’t hurt them. Physically.
“You gotta dump that demon-blocking menace!” Abby then says. “We can’t get inside because of it!”
Palms out in respect. And slight defeat. “Alright, alright! I’ll get rid of it.”
“You didn’t eat it, did you?”
I freeze halfway standing from Mystery’s question. Confusion sneaks in as I gaze over to his bangs where his eyes are analyzing me. “What if I did?”
“Did you?”
“Ladies first. Answer my question.”
He instead makes a face plant on his palm, the dread starting to come on everyone else’s faces. My confusion just increases. It doesn’t hurt them. Why freak out over it.
“If you ate it,” Jinu then takes over on the answer, “then we can’t go near you.”
Blink. “Can’t… go near me? What do you mean?”
“It’s one thing to have the dish present and to be a barrier similar to the honmoon, but if you choose to eat it, it expands that ability within you.”
Another blink. “For how long?”
“Depends on how much you ate. And until it leaves, we can’t be around you. No kisses, no hugs, no cuddling—”
“No sex,” Baby adds, ignoring the death glare Jinu gives him. Although, the boys around them crumbles a little on the notion.
“That, too,” Jinu then mumbles.
My eyebrows are touching my hairline. This is added research not even humans can learn about let alone something Google AI can find. “It’s that powerful to repel?”
“Yes,” Jinu concludes. “Now, can you please get rid of it so we can come home already?”
I do feel bad for blocking their way back home. They can’t even poof their way back inside because of the dish. Getting rid of it is the best option, especially since it is a little unfair…
And yet, my mind wonders off to stare at the pot on the stove. All warm from cooking an hour ago, unknowingly until confessed releasing a forcefield from supernatural intruders in a harmless appearance. A small serving, and one enough to expand the job through consumption for a period of time. A shield upon shield. Double protection.
“… Huh.”
“Y/N, what are you thinking?” Baby then points out. “You better not be eating that shit on us!”
“I’m… not.”
“You’re hesitating,” Mystery claims.
“Darling,” Romance warns.
“I’m not,” I repeat, a little more aware now.
“Then look at us!” Abby calls out.
My eyes dart over to the FaceTime call, all five sharing suspicion mixing with concern. As though they already know what I’m thinking.
“Throw that pot away, Y/N,” Jinu speaks out their shared thought.
Looking at them a little longer, I soon relax and give a smile of assurance. “Relax, honeys. I’ll dump it out properly so you can come home safe and sound.” I then place a hand over my heart. “I promise I won’t eat it.”
A synchronized release of relief comes out from all of them, small smiles being made.
“Good,” Jinu speaks for them all.
“Anymore.”
Their panic is instant as my grin. “What?!”
“Bye!”
A quick turn off before they could respond, and placing it on airplane mode to avoid rapid calls, I’m looking over back to the pot with a sigh. As delicious as it is, the superstition is true.
“Well, at least the guys aren’t hurt by it. Not gonna see them be killed and head back to Gwi-ma, or worse,” I mutter, walking over and do a little stirring. I bring up the metal spoon, a spoonful of the meal at rest on the surface. Only to transfer into my mouth, my body in delight on the new favored dish.
“A few spoonfuls won’t kill anybody, right?”
Besides, it can be useful for a breather once in a while.
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Reader’s such a savage! 😂
Been a while since I did first person, and will be doing it again in another story!
See you in Day 23!
Three more days before Christmas!
She's Not You (Polysaja x Reader - Part 2)
Hello, my friends! Here is the final part to the formerly anonymous, not so anonymous request for a family dinner with a boyfriend-stealing family member! Please enjoy~ 🤞
Notes: Fem!Reader, 2nd Person POV, Use of (Y/N), Established Relationship, Post-Movie Timeline AU.
Warnings: Mentions of Past Infidelity, Polyamory Shaming, Verbal/Emotional Abuse, Gaslighting
Tags: @winter-solstice24 @originaltyphoonkryptonite @ch3rryjampi3 (You didn’t ask to be tagged, but since this was your request, it felt wrong to leave you off. Hope that’s okay. ♥)
Part 1
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Everything seems calm throughout the house. Baby, thanks to a combination of Jinu’s assistance and his irresistibly squishy face, has softened your mother back into open-mindedness and is aiding her in preparing the post-dinner dessert.
Mystery and Romance are browsing family albums — the latter continues to bookmark the ones he wants copies of, unperturbed by your death glare when he shows you his “favorite” one. Oh, yes, it’s the bathtub photo. You, maybe three-years-old, stark-naked in a bubblebath, surrounded by rubber ducks of all different colors sacrificing one partially drowned Barbie doll, beaming at the camera with a near-toothless smile as you commit doll murder.
You make a note to drown him later.
Abby has yet to return from the garage, and the whirr of power tools worries you. Your father doesn’t know your boyfriend is a century-and-some-change old demon with no idea how to work such things. Nor does he know Abby is too much of a cocksure bastard to back down from the opportunity. You dread what accidental lobotomies might happen if he is given free reign of the drill.
Then, peaceful as Death itself, there’s Jinu, sitting on the stairs. His eyes are focused on the darker, upper level. Rather than fret about Abby or devise Romance’s early demise, you tread over to him and sit on the step where his feet rest. He glances down, sees you, and smiles.
“Doing okay?”
You nod. “Better than expected. What are you doing?”
Jinu’s eyes wander upwards again. “There’s a cat.”
A laugh bubbles up, and you angle yourself to peer towards the unseen feline. “That’s my dad’s cat. Her name’s Kevin.” You catch Jinu’s furrowed brow and snort. “Yeah. Well, what can you do? She’s been ‘Kevin’ for fourteen years now.”
Your heart skips a beat, watching Jinu watch the darkness, enraptured by the tiny she-cat lurking just out of your sight. He’s sweet, you think, and so innocent like this. You can’t bear to miss the opportunity to see him cuddle a proper, lap-sized cat. Derpy is adorable, but too often, you wonder if your boyfriend can even breathe beneath him.
Driven by your thoughts, you climb the stairs without a word. Jinu’s eyes follow you, curious, and you smile as you kneel at the top of the stairs. “Kevy, come here, pretty kitty.”
Kevin reacts as you knew she would — immediate, vocal, eager for the attention. She used to love cuddling with you after school. No one topped your dad in the cat’s eyes, but you were definitely her second favorite human.
An intake of breath alerts you to Jinu’s surprise as the calico debuts, tail vibrating high above her. You scoop her up and tuck her to your chest, cooing sweet nonsense while you slowly return to Jinu. She notices the approach towards the strange man and twists in your arms for a second, but you ease her down on the step above his head. Her eyes lock with Jinu’s, and he extends a hand, politely lowering his stare. It takes two sniffs and a test headbutt before Kevin decides, hey, this guy’s okay. And once she does, she demands more attention, helping herself to his lap.
Disbelief followed by joy washes over Jinu’s face. He tickles her chin, then her ears, then down the length of her slender body. He beams like a schoolboy facing a test he already knows all the answers to. Joining him on his step, flooded by his radiating happiness, you notice you’re not the only one tickled by the sight.
“Oh, you found Kevin!” Your dad, flushed and a bit sweaty, exclaims at the base of the stairs. Abby peers over his shoulder, a knowing grin forming on his features. “She’s a good kitty, very fond of people once she gets to know them. Golly, I’ve had her for… let’s see… (Y/N) was around…”
You giggle at his murmuring, letting him tend to his math as you stroke Kevin’s quivering tail. Abby inches around your father carefully and approaches, dropping low before his massive size can frighten the old animal. She gives him a delicate appraisal, consisting of a sniff and fleeting gnaw, then shoves her head into his palm. Jinu chuckles and scratches down her spine while Abby takes over head-scritches duty. Romance and Mystery find themselves drawn by the crowd. Before you even realize it, Kevin becomes the star of the day.
“Hey, what’s going on?” All happiness drops from your face, and Kevin, for her part, twitches her ears at the voice. Your sister barges in and gasps at the sight of the cat using Jinu as her personal throne. “Aw, kitty-kitty! What a good kitty, Kevin!”
The feline mewls, ears beginning to flatten at the over-the-top baby voice. Abby’s lip curls into a sneer, visible only to Jinu and yourself, as he backs away. Romance trails after him, interest evaporated like your peace. Mystery ponders the situation for a second, but his top-notch instincts warn him away before the fireworks can start.
You wish you could escape, too.
Having lost his newfound protégé, your dad reminds your sister, overly gentle, not to be “so shrill” when speaking to Kevin before wandering off. And, of course, your sister nods along like she is listening, yet her eyes are focused elsewhere. On Jinu, specifically. You witness her transformation into a shark alerted to fresh blood. The Jinu of earlier was stoic and hard to approach; this Jinu before her is a big softie enamoured with a feline he met mere moments ago.
Under your breath, you beseech him, “Let me have Kevin. I don’t want her caught in the crossfire.”
A lack of understanding and reluctance flickers across his face, but he hands the cat over all the same. She protests the loss of her warm seat, though her vocalizations simmer down once you envelope her in a hug. The steady engine of her motor whirrs inside the embrace.
Jinu figures out too late why you pleaded for Kevin’s return. Your sister slots herself between your hip and Jinu’s, practically shoving you into the stair railing. “I didn’t know you liked cats, Jinu!”
Of course she didn’t, you think, sarcasm clawing at your tongue and fighting to get out. She doesn’t know him. She knows what she saw online during her crash course on the Saja Boys. No one truly knows the Saja Boys except themselves, you, and the members of Huntr/x.
“I do,” Jinu replies. Smooth. Even. Borderline aloof. “(Y/N), why don’t we—”
“Cats are my favorite animal!” Your sister blabs on. “They are such great judges of character, too. If Kevin likes you, you must be one hell of a man.”
Your boyfriend smirks in spite of his irritation, but your sister has already whirled on you for snorting at her comment. “Is there a problem, Sis?”
Enough to fill the entire evening, your mouth longs to say, but your brain keeps it subdued. A mere shrug is your response, and you catch the gleam in your sister’s eyes. You gave her a sense of victory by allowing a sound easily misconstrued as jealous exasperation escape. Though, you reason, it doesn’t matter whether she thinks she is winning or not; the truth is, her game has no potential victory.
“Excuse me, (S/N).” Jinu draws her attention back just in time to see him help you to your feet while you continue to hold Kevin close. “C’mon, dear, I want to—”
“Oh, where are you going, Jinu?” Like a parasite, she latches to him, and a purple streak darts over his face. “I wanted to talk to you some more. You’re so much nicer than the others. C’mon, why don’t we go for a walk in the neighborhood and get to know each other?”
There is a sharpness in the breath Jinu inhales, as if his lungs are prepped for an outburst. One look at your worried brow and wide eyes, however, and he releases the tension. “No. If I were going to do that, I’d go with (Y/N) and the other guys.”
Mention of your name contorts your sister’s face. “(Y/N) doesn’t mind sharing your time with me, I’m sure. After all, she already shares you, right?”
Kevin protests the way your hold tightens by bounding out of your arms and into the peace of the upstairs. Were your mind not consumed by white-hot anger, you might feel bad about scaring her off.
Whether because he shares your emotions or senses the tension, Jinu’s cool facade cracks. “Don’t speak casually about our relationship. You know nothing about it.” His arm hooks around yours, and he pulls you to his side, away from her. “If you’ll excuse us.”
Your sister moves like she intends to grab him. His instincts kick in. For a second, his touch vanishes, replaced by the sound of skin striking skin. Behind you, your sister yelps and withdraws. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her clutch her hand to her chest, expression more shocked than pained.
“Don’t touch me. Or (Y/N), for that matter.”
You make a note to shove Jinu into a closet later for a quick make-out session.
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Dinner is served, and your sister is pissed. Three strikes. Were this baseball, she’d be out, but as luck would have it… She has two more shots. Too bad for her she doesn’t realize they might be the most impossible of all of them.
The boys discussed the dinner seating arrangement with you prior to arriving. As usual, they battled, mostly light-hearted, over who retained the privilege of sitting next to you.
Jinu, Baby argued, would be best suited for sitting beside one of your parents since he was such a “kiss up.” (You tried and failed to hide your laughter over the comment, and Jinu glared at you.)
Romance threw his lot in for sitting by your mother, who he declared would be utterly entranced by his charm. Although everyone rolled their eyes at the time, they seemed to agree it was a safe bet. Sure enough, he wasn’t wrong.
With the seats on either side of you up for grabs, Abby, Baby, and Mystery left their fates up to a classic game of Rock-Paper-Scissors. Your sweet himbo failed to account for Baby’s sharp intuition or Mystery’s willingness to bite if he lost. Both skills netted him a solid loss, and he ended up designated to sit beside Baby.
All of this planning left a singular seat between stoic Jinu and unlucky Abby for your sister, keeping her far away from Baby and Mystery, which in the end, everyone agreed would be best. That was how it was supposed to go.
Yet somehow you end up sandwiched between Baby and your sister with your poor Mystery stranded and at her mercy. You try to explain you promised a particular seating arrangement, but your sister shrugs you off, saying such things don’t matter.
A recipe for disaster, just in time for dinner.
Everyone serves their plates, and you almost lose half of yours due to staring at your sister. She moves far too close to Mystery. Closer than necessary at this large circular table, to be sure, and talking nonstop. Your poor Mystery. Even with his usual bangs, his discomfort is plain to see for anyone who knows his signals. He stiffens, practically stone as he piles food onto his plate, knuckles white and arms flexed. His lips twitch back into not even half-formed snarls. He’s trying to be good, and you love him for it as much as you hate your sister for pushing his boundaries.
Through bouts of conversation, the other boys watch over their silver-haired lover. Romance is in sync with Mystery’s wincing. Abby’s glare could melt glass. Restless, Jinu taps his fingertips on the table, eyes flickering between your father and Mystery. On the other side of you, Baby mutters insults about your sister in Korean, smiling radiantly when questioned and declaring he is complimenting the food.
Thank goodness for language barriers, you suppose.
Cracks develop and spiderweb throughout the meal, but the fissure comes when your sister, emboldened by his lack of outright rejection, giggles, “Aw, (Y/N), this one is so shy! He must like me.”
The snark reaches your ears even if your parents remain oblivious. Worse, though, is the rumble of a growl. Your foolish sister broke a rule in her ignorance and desire to get under your skin: never put words in Mystery’s mouth.
Your father begins searching for Kevin, wondering aloud why she is making such a noise. Your other boyfriends can’t help you create an excuse or subdue Mystery. No, they are too busy slaughtering your sibling in their minds. You swear you see gold flicker in every one of their eyes. Shit. This is bad. Alarm blaring, lights flashing, full emergency.
“A-Actually!” You say, slamming your chair back. “Mystery struggles with our language. I think all of your talking is making him anxious.”
Your sister gives you a look only you would recognize. One that says she doesn’t believe you, that she thinks your ugly jealousy is surfacing. That she thinks she is winning. However, what you said isn’t untrue, and she doesn’t need to know he is staying silent mostly to avoid snarling in her face.
Mystery, thank fuck, latches onto your excuse. His chair screeches and teeters as he launches from it and buries his face into your shoulder. “(Y/N)...!”
Confusion replaces the arrogance in your sister’s expression, and your mother sighs. “You have been running at the mouth, dear. It would make anyone nervous, much less a poor boy who doesn’t understand the language.”
Your father nods, solemn and firmer than usual. “You also shouldn’t make comments like that about your sister’s boyfriend. Or, erm, boyfriends.”
Taken aback, your sister starts to protest, falling back on the timeless excuse of “it was just a joke!” Your parents, for once, seem to have noticed her inappropriate behavior. Perhaps, you think in amazement, it’s thanks to the boys for getting their attention on it in the first place. The realization makes you smile, and Mystery, pinned to your body and tucked into the crook of your neck, smirks against your skin.
Sneaky demon.
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Dessert finishes you off for the day. You feel bloated, stuffed, and ready to crash. Your parents settle in on the couch, tired but high-spirited, especially after the boys surprise both them and you by offering to clean up. (You eyed them when they brought it up, but Jinu promised to supervise.)
The entire time your sister sulks on the loveseat, glaring at you. You try to ignore her — what does she think her glare is going to do? Make you feel bad that your boyfriends are loyal? Feel sorry for her? Fuck that.
While your father flips through the channels on the TV for something innocuous and likely dull, such as the local news, your mother speaks up. “(S/N), you’ve been acting strange all day. Why are you being unpleasant to your sister’s boyfriends?”
A pleasant buzz stirs in your stomach. Was this happening? Your mother, scolding your sister? On your behalf?
“Please, Mom, you know this is a farce, right?”
Both of your parents freeze, and your father sets the remote down before turning to look your sister straight on. “What are you talking about?”
“There is no way in a million years that a famous K-Pop idol would fall for someone like (Y/N)!” Her words hit harder than you’d expect. You are unaccustomed to direct insults. “Let alone five? Are you kidding me? She must have put them up to this somehow.”
“That isn’t true!” You snarl without thinking. Everything warns you not to walk into this trap. Don’t lose your cool. “Why would you even say that?”
“Oh, please, (Y/N), look at yourself!” No amount of steeling your nerves can hide the way you flinch. “I mean, I love you, Sis, but be realistic. What sort of reverse harem daydream world are you living in?”
Why are your parents not saying anything? Why be silent now? Do they actually believe her?
Her rant, fueled by your visible weakness, continues, “I hope for your sake you aren’t actually sleeping with them. Like, seriously, isn’t one guy enough? Five is a lot even by street walker standards, don’t you think? And what if word gets out? You’re going to be labeled a whore and bring shame to our family.”
Heart hammering away inside your ribcage, you stare her down. It might be more effective if your vision wasn’t blurring.
The tears are the last piece for your sister’s victory, but she twists the knife one more time. “I get that your boyfriends have always left you, but that doesn’t mean you should go play house bunny with a whole group of guys. Have some respect for yourself.”
The TV is white noise in the background of your frazzled brain. She said that. She said all of that, and your parents haven’t jumped to your defense. Because they must buy what she is selling. They always take her side, don’t they? Their perfect eldest who can do no wrong, even when she steals her younger sister’s boyfriends.
“Pretty bold to say that when you’ve been hitting on us guys all day.”
A beacon of hope and light in the form of a teal-haired, blue-eyed, squishy-faced demon idol appears in the archway to the dining room. His eyes search your face, noting your tears, but the only giveaway is the way his nose scrunches.
Your sister backpedals, like always, but Baby doesn’t allow her to wriggle free. “You made Romance and Mystery uncomfortable, you irritated Jinu and Abby, and now? Now you’re pissing me off, making our girl cry and filling her head with a load of bullshit.”
He circles her, all eyes in the room fixated on him and his prey. “We’ve been nice and patient because (Y/N) asked us to, but calling her a whore, belittling our relationship? Why don’t you have some respect for yourself and quit taking it out on her because you’re jealous?”
By the time he finishes his circle, your sister is too stunned to speak. Her mouth dangles open, lower lip wobbling as she tries and fails to form words. You, too, are rendered speechless. A voice in your head begs you to stop him before all the brownie points the boys racked up today vanish, yet you can’t.
No. You don’t want to.
“For the record,” a new voice, Jinu, jumps in, and more tears slip down your face as the rest of the boys enter the room. “We love (Y/N). She is a part of our family.”
Romance wipes your tears with his sleeve, hushing you as sobs begin to spill. “Jinu’s right. (Y/N) is irreplaceable. And no one—” He lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “—should ever believe otherwise.”
Arms wrap around your waist, and Mystery appears in your peripherals, nuzzling you. Abby, leaning on Jinu, offers a crooked smile when you peer at him.
“No amount of flirting with us was ever going to make a difference, Sister-Lady,” he says, never breaking eye contact. “You aren’t (Y/N). No one else can be her.”
Abandoning any semblance of his cute, demure mask, Baby smirks at your sibling. A wickedness glistens within those beautiful irises. “So, Ms. Sister, don’t you think you should apologize?”
Her lips flap soundlessly, drawing a resemblance to a fish out of water. You glance towards your parents, the silent bystanders to this mess. They don’t meet your eyes; rather, they stare at the floor, heavy in thought.
You know your sister won’t apologize. Pushing will only enable her to play the victim more convincingly, so you wipe what remains of your hurt and straighten. Although you walk right by them, you ignore your parents.
“Guys, c’mon, let’s go home.”
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Teleporting back to the penthouse is a gift, to be honest. Within seconds, you can wrap your boys in a hug and soak their shirts anew with your grateful tears. They form a demon cocoon, kissing and loving on you until every fresh tear dries up. And then they love on you some more.
Mystery insists on bringing you a glass of water to help you rehydrate from crying. Jinu hums a melody in your ear while you wash your face and brush your teeth. Romance applies a gentle cream to your eyes to help the swelling. Abby gifts you one of his shirts to blanket you for the night. Baby takes it upon himself to douse your entire body in kisses, growing more brazen the more you giggle.
When the six of you settle into bed, the boys take turns massaging different parts of your body and sweet-talking you, saying how proud they are of you for facing your bitch of a sister today. Ever the one to vocalize criticism, Baby grumbles about how hard it was to hold back in front of your parents. Apparently and to no one’s surprise, he wanted to see her cry since she made you cry.
You smile as they bemoan and recount their interactions, some of which you missed. Their expressions of disgust and anger warm you.
Once everyone is curled up and dozing, you retrieve your phone off the bedside table. A text from your parents, which you expected, as well as a text from your sister. The latter is mostly her insulting you for encouraging your “boyfriends” to mistreat her. She says, quite boldly, she can’t wait to wake up to a news story of how they cheated on you. Or maybe one that tears you apart for being such a slut.
You block her number. You’ll unblock it after she cools down. Maybe.
The text your parents, specifically your father, sent is, in a word, shocking. He apologizes for not keeping your sister in check when she started attacking you. He expresses some disapproval for the way the guys ganged up on her, but it’s the part that follows which is responsible for yet another wave of gratitude-induced tears.
Dad: i may not agree with the way they did it but i approve of what they did. i don’t understand this polyamory thing but if you have guys like that in your life and you’re happy then your mom and i are happy too. those boys clearly care about you (Y/N). your mom and i hope you’ll bring them around again and next time we promise your sister won’t be here.
It takes a few tries thanks to your fogged vision, but you manage to send him a thank you and confirm you will bring them by again. With a click, you turn your phone screen off and cuddle into the nest of men surrounding you. Your heart has never felt so full. They might be idiots sometimes, but they're yours. And no one is taking them from you.
Safe and Sound
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Dating famous heartthrobs is not for the weak, you know. Unless they’re demons willing to suck the soul out of anyone who threatens you.
Soooooo… Does this count as yandere? I’m not sure. Where is the line of yandere? I feel like this falls just short of it? Let’s call this… Morally ambiguous. Read with caution.
Also this has been a WIP for a bit, so excuse my double posts today.
Notes: Established Relationship, Post-Movie Timeline AU, GN!Reader (they/them pronouns), 2nd Person POV, Reader doesn’t know they are demons
Warnings: Suggestive Dialogue, Morally Ambiguous!Saja Boys, Mentions of Psychological & Physical Torture, Murder
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Your family never wanted you to move to Seoul. Too congested, too far, too dangerous. Well, you wanted what you wanted, and so you did it. Now you’re here, living among the crowds, the busking, the ample job opportunities. Everything is perfect.
“Hey, bitty.”
Correction: everything was perfect. And then you met them.
Sighing, you turn to find Baby Saja of the Saja Boys staring into your soul from the doorway of the kitchen. He leans on the frame, casual, nonchalant. Like he doesn’t really need to bother you, but he’s doing it for shits and giggles.
“Yes, Baby?”
“Come watch stupid stuff with me.”
There it is. Nothing important. Baby is being Baby: needy, clingy, demanding, etc. You sigh again, longer and more emphasis on the annoyed lilt in your voice. It isn’t that you mind spending time with Baby; actually, if you are honest, you usually enjoy his clingy tendencies. They’re cute, much like him.
But dammit, sometimes you want to just make a cup of hot cocoa and be a vegetable in your room. Alone. No handsome idol boys around to poke and prod you for attention or hang all over you. You love the boys, every single one of them. There are days you still can't believe you met them, fell in love, and somehow became a part of their private polycule.
Some days, however? You long for the time before your life spiraled into the web of Saja Boys and idols and fans. Yeah, that’s why you are in a bad mood. It isn’t their fault, not really. In fact, the guys work really hard to keep all aspects of their relationship with each other and you secret. To their fanbase, you shouldn’t exist beyond being an assistant who tags along to their events.
All it takes is one mess-up, though, and apparently… You slipped.
Per usual, you had followed along to a signing, standing close enough to hear if the boys called for something yet far enough to be professional and discreet. You never hover. You never interact with the fans, even when they overstep. That’s what security is for. Besides, your boys can handle themselves for the most part. Only poor Mystery gets a bit overwhelmed, or occasionally Baby if he is swarmed. Abby, Romance, and Jinu, though? They eat it up. They are prime examples of “born for the spotlight”.
The event went smoothly, or so you thought. You barely stepped out of your corner the entire night since the guys were all too busy to focus on anything but their fans. Romance gave you a smile every so often, or Jinu summoned you under the guise of bringing another round of water or fresh pens, all as an excuse to let his hand linger on yours.
It was subtle. They were always so careful, and they had plenty of experience dodging suspicion when it came to their relationship amongst themselves. What they failed to account for, you guess, is to the rest of the world, you are a speck of dirt. A risk of filth tainting their precious idols. Someone who doesn’t deserve the smiles and kindness, much less anything more.
A friend sent you a text the same night, saying some fan circles were bashing you, complaining about how you must be using your position to further your crush on the Saja Boys. There was a picture of you from the event, passing water out. The guys were smiling, matching your warm expression, and Abby’s arm rested around your waist while you leaned on him, a bit red in the face.
You remember the moment, of course. Abby placed his arm around you because you stumbled over a fallen pen. Had he not caught you, you would have tumbled over the table, knocking everything off. He whispered if you were okay, eyes soft from worry, and Baby even apologized, saying he forgot to pick up the pen when he dropped it.
Nothing scandalous. A bit of a romantic K-drama moment, maybe, but it could have happened to anyone, even a staff member who truly was just a staff member. So why, you wonder, has your life taken a sharp decline into Hell?
It frightens you how fast a fan or group of them worked, locating your name and number, sending threatening texts and leaving distorted, serial killer-esque voicemails about how you need to stay away from the Saja Boys. You spent that first night at your apartment, unable to face the boys in case you couldn’t keep your tears or anxiety in check. In hindsight, a brilliant strategy, because you sobbed for hours on the phone with your friend, babbling on and on about how unnecessary and cruel and stupid and—
“Hey…!” Baby’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “Babe, what’s wrong? You’re crying.”
You look up from his phone screen, brow furrowing, and touch your cheek. Shit, you are crying. You wipe away the tears, mumbling an apology, but he catches your wrists.
“Why are you crying?” He questions, hands tensing around your joints ever so slightly. “Are you hurting? I’ll tell Abby to pick up some medicine on his way home.”
Admitting the truth would make him feel guilty, and that guilt would spread like a plague to the rest of the Saja Boys. So rather than cause them pain, you cling to his excuse. “Yeah, could you ask him to pick up some headache medicine? That would be great.”
The teal-haired idol wastes no time, typing the message into the group chat and sending it with urgency. He turns to you and applies a bit of pressure to your temples.
“You should have said something,” he chides, no heat behind his scolding. “Come on, I’ll get you some water, a compress, and tuck you into bed.”
You raise an eyebrow. Baby cares as much as the others, but he isn’t the type to doctor you back to health. Under normal circumstances, he would call for Jinu or Romance, Abby in a desperate situation. Your tears must have freaked him out.
If he notices your skeptical expression, he ignores it, picking you up like you weigh nothing and carrying you to bed. He disappears for a moment to get a glass of water and soak a cloth in cool water, laying it across your head as you settle into the blankets.
“Let me know next time,” he mumbles, adjusting the compress, cold hands trailing down your cheek. “You don't have to force yourself to entertain me. Especially if you don't feel good.”
You nod, and he immediately fixes the compress again. “No moving. It might make it worse.”
“I can’t be a statue, B.”
The argument is far too weak to deter one of your Saja Boys, especially Baby. He scoffs and tucks you in snugger. It’s a warning. Do not tread on the Baby, or risk burrito-fication. You can’t resist teasing him a bit, though.
“I have to pee.”
“Go for it. I’ll make Abby clean you up.”
You huff, shimmying your shoulders until they peek from the cocoon. “You’re no fun. A little headache, and suddenly I’m grounded.”
Baby smirks and pokes you through the thick blanket. “And you thought I didn’t know how to take care of fragile things.”
A voice, booming despite the obvious attempt to be quiet, calls out, “Did someone order drugs?”
Smiling, you silently thank god you don’t actually have a headache. Abby Saja, adorable musclehead galore, does not have much of an inside voice. His deep tone bounces off the walls, magnifying each time it touches a new surface, until it sinks into your bones.
“Baby’s an addict, Abs. Don’t feed his habit.”
Abby pokes his head in the door, grinning. “Ah, shit. Too late, I already secured the goods. Go long, Lil B.” He tosses Baby the box, and the teal-haired idol somehow catches it despite rolling his eyes.
“You two are so fucking dumb. Why am I with you?”
Abby flexes and waggles his eyebrows. You don’t have much to weaponize, given your burrito, so you bat your eyes and pout.
It works.
“Ah. Right. Thanks for the refresher.” Baby pops a dose of pills out of the packaging and brings a glass of water to your lips. “Don’t choke. It’s only sexy if it’s on my di—” A quick bite silences his lewd commentary, but he sneers down at you. “Starting a fight? In your delicate state? What, you think I won’t take advantage of your weakness?”
Slurping down the water and pills, you look to Abby, who smirks at the scene unfolding. “Abs, he’s threatening me when I don’t feel well. Make the bad man leave.”
Baby makes an indignant noise, but Abby already has him on his shoulder and halfway out the room. “What the tiny cutie wants, the tiny cutie gets. Come on, smallfry, you’re going to jail.”
“Fuck you, I’m older! Show me some respect, you little…!”
The rest of the threat and insult fades the further Abby carries him. You exhale, relieved, because now you finally have what you wanted. A moment alone. And hey, that medicine might knock you out, and then you can sleep your worries away. A healthy choice? Debateable. A viable choice? Absolutely.
The door creaks open before you can sink into the tranquility, and a head of petal pink hair framing a handsome, brown-eyed face inches in through the crack. “Darling, are you alright? I saw Baby’s message in the group chat.”
“I’m okay, just… A bit worn down and all that.” You try to keep the deceit minimal. You hate not being honest with them. “Maybe it’s placebo, but I think the medicine is already helping.”
Romance slips in, ghostly quiet and light on his feet as he joins your bedside. “Good, as long as you feel better. I’m sorry you’re out of sorts to begin with, lovely.” He glances at his phone buzzing in his hand. “Jinu and Mystery are grabbing dinner. Do you want anything special?”
Your feelings about lying aside, maybe you should feign sick a bit more. The boys wield their nurturing instincts like pros whenever they so much as suspect you might be unwell. Considering what menaces they all are ninety percent of the time, you find it endearing to be fussed over. You have never understood why they treat you like you’re made of glass, as if you might die if you stub a toe or sneeze too many times in a row.
They know how to make you feel loved, that’s for sure.
Taking the opportunity afforded to you, you request your favorite dish from your favorite restaurant. You hesitate as Romance begins typing it out, however, remembering how out of the way it is. Pricey, too, though the boys always assure you money isn’t a problem.
“M-Maybe something else. They’ll have to go to the other side of Seoul for that, and I’m sure they’re tired.”
An indulgent smile curls Romance’s lips. “You know better than to worry about silly things like that. Besides, it isn’t as out of the way as you think.” You give him your signature ‘calling bullshit’ look, and he laughs, gentle and melodic. “Truly, I swear! We are more resourceful than you realize, darling.”
What resources had to do with a restaurant’s distance from home, you haven’t a clue, but if they keep pulling stuff like this, you might send them to Europe for dinner next time. See how resourceful they are then.
Romance must notice the heaviness weighing down your eyelids because his gaze melts. He leans over and presses the lightest of kisses to your temple, whispering for you to rest. You mumble a protest, heading bobbing. The medicine is hitting harder than you expected. Or maybe you truly are that exhausted from the madness of hardcore fans. You would like to stay awake long enough to see Jinu and Mystery, but Romance keeps humming and massaging your cervical region.
He is a natural with his hands. It will be the death of you one day, you are certain. For now, however, it coaxes you to sleep. He murmurs one final affection-laced affirmation as you fall into the embrace of sleep.
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Jinu and Mystery arrive with the food, but despite the piping heat still rolling off the entrees, the room is cold. Romance’s nails tap the table, his pretty face warped in an angry grimace. Abby and Baby sit on either side of him, each lost in thought, each aglow with their fired up patterns. Sighing, Jinu sets his load of food down, sorting through it while Mystery whimpers beside him.
“I know,” he says. “We’ll handle it, hyung, don’t worry. Go sit with the others.”
By the time he joins the other Saja Boys, their tense silence has evolved into snarling whispers. This isn’t annoyance — it is straight spite. Imagine their surprise, shock, outrage to find out from one of their staff members about how some fans took “personal offense” to the interactions of them and their assistant. How those same fans were taking a stand, demanding their assistant be removed because, obviously, they harbor romantic feelings for their employers.
Jinu sure fucking hopes you do. It might break his heart if after all this time you say you feel nothing for them. And who would have guessed his own fanbase would be striving to force that very wedge between you and your band of demons?
To say he is pissed would be an understatement, but he is forcing himself to stay calm. After all, the others are simmering, ready to boil over, and someone has to be the “responsible” one. The leader. Somehow, like always, he won the drawing. But being level-headed doesn’t mean he has to be passive or gentle. Frankly, his speciality and the reason he often is designated the leader comes from his ability to wield calmness and turn it into cruelty beyond imagining.
Ever since Namsan Tower, he has tried to be good. To be worthy of his second chance and Rumi’s trust. Huntr/x allowed the Saja Boys to continue existing on this side of the Honmoon under the sole promise they would behave.
This is different, though. This wasn’t the Saja Boys doing bad things for selfish reasons. Their own fans, the people who should want the most for them, betrayed their role. Overstepped. Threatened you. And for what? A tiny interaction that wasn’t even romantic? Ha, he wonders what they would do if they realized your hands touched their bodies, your tongue tasted their mouths, your very soul mingled with theirs.
No, the fact someone thought they could scare you away from them means a lesson must be taught. No one — not a fan, not Huntr/x, not another demon — would take you from them.
“So, Jinu,” Baby calls, pulling him from his thoughts, “what’s the plan?”
The others look at him. He smiles. “Simple. We take a stand. Send a message. And if people know what’s best for them, they won’t step out of line again.”
The night progresses accordingly. It isn’t hard with their resources to have the ringleader behind the threats located. It isn’t hard with their “talents” as demons to track them down. And it definitely isn’t hard with their blood-stained history to make the one responsible for your tears regret ever setting eyes on the infamous Saja Boys. The best part, they all agree, is you will never need to know.
You won’t know Baby mocked them as he shoved their heads into a pond over and over again until they were on the brink of death.
You won’t know how Romance, wearing the softest of smiles, coaxed them through their tears before shattering their left foot.
You won’t know how Mystery shadow-stalked the individual through the local forest until they pissed themselves from fearful anticipation.
You won’t know how Abby pummeled them beyond recognition, drenching himself in the blood oozing and splattering from their every orifice.
You won’t know how Jinu stared them down at the very end, smirking at their pathetic whimpers as he placed a boot over their rib cage and preeeeesssssed.
You won’t know how they devoured the wisps of the human’s soul, gleefully whooping and laughing and enjoying the feeling of being demons again for one night.
You won’t know. You don’t need to.
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You wake with a start, then startle further when you realize it is morning. Crap. You slept through the night and didn’t even get to sample the food the boys picked up. Hopefully they weren’t annoyed. Agh, you sent them out of their way, then let the food turn into leftovers without a single bite.
Great. Just great.
You shift to get out of bed only to find yourself locked in by a pair of muscular, pale arms. Silver hair, visible out of the very corner of your eye, tickles your cheek. A laugh bubbles up as you rub the forearms of your captor.
“My~ster~ry…” He nuzzles into the back of your head. One hundred percent, no doubt, he is awake. “Myst, my sweet, I need to get up.”
“No, stay. Be mine.”
The morning grogginess makes his usual soft voice gritty in the sexiest way possible. Still, you resist temptation. “I’m already yours, silly boy. Let me up.”
The human-shaped puppy grumbles and swings a leg over your hip. “Mine. Don’t go.”
“What if I’m hungry?”
A new voice speaks up. “Did someone say hungry?” You see Jinu poke his head in, his body following shortly, a tray of food resting on his forearms. “I’m at your service, then, dearest.”
Another voice joins in. “And I brought more medicine!” Abby’s bulky form cracks the door backwards in his attempt to shimmy in through the crack. “Whoops. You didn’t see that, right, cutie?”
“Just open the door ahead of time, you imbecile,” Baby snaps, shoving past Abby. “Hey, bitty, I got you a present.”
You blink as a plush version of Baby pops out from behind the teal-haired idol’s back. “...Isn’t that a little narcissistic?”
“Take the damn plushie, you ingrate.”
Romance, much more delicate in his entry, glares at Baby. “Do not speak to our love like that. They are in a fragile state right now.”
“Guys, please, I’m fine.” Their matching expressions, minus the unseen Mystery, scream they don’t believe you. “Seriously. The medicine helped. I’m good as new.”
“Uh-huh,” Abby mutters, sitting behind Mystery and tapping you on the temple. “Little liar.”
Your heart does a flip. Do they know? They couldn’t know, right?
Tsking, Romance kneels beside the bed, knuckles caressing your cheek. “Look at you. You’re ghost-white. You should eat, then get more rest.”
You sigh and adjust yourself. “Okay, okay. Mother hens, the lot of you, I swear.”
They grin and press in, each dropping a kiss to your skin. Mystery shifts to let you sit in his lap as you eat. Jinu, Baby, and Romance find a perch on the bed to watch. Abby keeps playing with your hair, occasionally teasing your bedhead in a way that makes you blush without feeling too self-conscious.
Under their watchful, loving gazes, you feel silly for having ever gotten caught up in those stupid messages. How could you ever doubt your relationship with these idiots? Who cares what people say? You knew the boys would protect you. You were safe with them. Safe, happy, and loved.
What more could you ask for?
Cuddle Trouble
Content: Gender Neutral!Reader, Polysaja, SMAU
A/N: Very much so inspired by other social media AUs people have done. I love doing these, I'm absolutely doing more.