Summary: The Saja boys can't help but be enamored by their dumb and pretty manager.
Warning: Possessive! Saja boys, tw.death (not reader or any of the saja boys), dumb! reader, oblivious! reader, crybaby? Reader, a bit suggestive I guess?, might be incorrect grammar and spellings, probably more.
Author's note: Bear in mind that this is my first post here on tumblr, pretty new to this because I usually post my stories on Wattpad. I could write how they met or another part of this but I need some ideas, only if you end up liking this one though. I practically wrote this on a whim. I did not proofread this lol
No Dating Rule!
[Last name] [Your name], a name most popular uttered by many people, a name who could turn many heads at the direction with just at a simple mutter, a name that could break a cold person's exterior, and lastly, a name that could easily steal the hearts of the upcoming Korean boy group the Saja boys.
The Saja boys were currently at their own dance rehearsals because they can't exactly steal fans if they don't look great, sing great and dance great, would they?
Jinu lets out an exasperated sigh as he stared at the group of demons, glaring daggers at the other four demons who just can't get the dance right. "We're meant to jump in sinc at this part." He said, crossing his arms as Baby Saja rolls his eyes from behind Abby, thinking their leader wouldn't be able to see. "Why you!-" the dark haired male was about to stomp over when the door opened.
The five males immediately straightened their postures at the sight of her.
[Your name].
Their very own manager.
Standing there with a bright smile plastered on your pretty face as you held the lyrics of their song Soda pop in hand given to you by Jinu.
"Ms. Manager, good to see you." Abby gives out a little wave, shirt riding up to show a bit of his skin and toned body. "You're late. Again."
It wasn't a secret to the five of them that you were admittedly... not that great of a manager, even though they don't have much experience of how a manager actually acts but they just don't want to get rid of you. Not when you looked at them so prettily that they can't help but want more of you, definitely not when you smelled so sweet that they just want to get closer to you just to smell you, and definitely not when you touch them as if they were made of glass (and they weren't, but to them, you clearly are).
Before they met you, you were in need of a job and well... you had a very unforgettable first meeting with them that they just have to keep you to themselves.
"I'm sorry, the landlord upped the expense of the rent." You said, giving them an apologetic look as you handed them each a plastic bottle of cold water. "And he wouldn't exactly leave me alone..." You added, unbeknown of the eyes glowing yellow at the mention of the bastard who wouldn't leave you alone when you turned around to fix the papers.
Romance hums, stepping closer to you. "We did offer that you could stay with us," He voiced, placing a hand on your waist.
You look up at the male who stared down at you, a dreamy look on his face as he tried his hardest not to brush his hand on your soft-looking cheek. "Like I said, there aren't exactly many rooms in the house you reside in that could let me stay there." You pointed out.
It was true, the house they stayed in or more likely, stolen from people before they got their souls, only had five bedrooms, fitting for the five of them.
The heart shaped haired male had his eyes trail over to your plump lips and before he could quip something else, he was suddenly bumped to the side by their muscular member who couldn't help but replace the hand on your waist with his own, pulling you closer to his bigger frame. "Just stay with us." He whispers, voice deep.
You can't help but feel your heart racing at his words but put some distance by leaning back, "Abby, that's not very nice. You just hurt Romance." You frowned as you turn to the other male who immediately changed his glare pointed to Abby to a happy smile as he saw you turn to him.
"He's a big boy, he can handle a little bump." Abby rolls his eyes as Baby snickers.
Before you could tell him to apologize, Jinu walks over to you. "They're right, you know. You wouldn't have to deal with your landlord if you just stayed with us, I can just give you my room and sleep on the living room." He offers, hoping he could change your mind and stay with them instead.
"It's fine, guys really. Thanks for the offer but I really can't, you already appointed me as your manager even when I don't have much experience..." You murmured before feeling Abby's hand on your waist tighten. "It's just some old guy anyway, it's not that big of a deal." You try to reassure, lips turned up in the pretty smile that softened their exteriors.
"Do you want me to take care of him for you?" Everyone turned to Mystery who uttered those words, the rest grumbled, clearly wanting to be the one to say that to you.
You look confused by what he meant but shook your head, "No, it's alright, you don't have to."
"I'd do anything for you," The male mumble as he watched you refuse their offers some more, clearly not having heard what he mumbled.
Baby slumps into your back making you let out a cute little yelp at the added weight, "You can just sleep with me." He said, lips brushing over the back of your neck causing you to shiver.
The others immediately disproved of that.
They watched as their little Ms. Manager gave them a wave goodbye before walking off towards the bus stop.
It was silent for a bit before Baby saja finally says, "We're getting rid of him, right?"
The next day, you slammed the door open, breathing shakily as the Saja boys turned to you in concern. You were trying to catch your breath, practically running here to inform them of the news that had been delivered to you by a fellow neighbour.
"You alright, pretty girl?" Romance was the first to ask as Jinu stopped the music.
Their concern was a facade of course. They know what you were gonna say, practically smelled your scent miles away as you moved to get to them. They held back smirks of their own as they stared down at your form.
"H-he... the landlord- he's dead," You said, eyes wide and clearly still in shock. "One of my neighbours saw dismembered bodies and- oh gosh... it sounded so frightening."
The whimpers you let out highened their growing arousal as they stared at you, eyes darkening as they fought the urge to take you right then and there.
"Wh-what if that happens to me-" You were tearing up now.
Oh, those tears. Those beautiful tears.
Baby licks his lower lip at the sight, the desire to lick them with his tongue growing. He can't help but wonder what you tasted.
Jinu walks up to you immediately, in faux concern, placing a hand on you shoulder to comfort you. "We're very sad to here that..." He said with a frown and furrowed his eyebrows. "But you shouldn't worry about that happening to you, Ms. Manager."
You look up at him and the dark haired male praised himself for not pouncing on you at the sight. Sniffling, you asked. "Wh-what?"
He gave you a small yet reassuring smile, "If you stay with us, you'd never get hurt by that awful killer on the loose."
"We'll be sad without our pretty little manager to tend to our needs..." Abby adds on.
"We need you, I need you." Mystery whispers.
Your body was shaking, overwhelmed by everything that's happening.
However, if this little thing didn't change your mind yet... then they'd just have to take you, with or without your consent. You're theirs after all.
You were just their pretty, dumb manager and they'd eliminate anyone who would stand in the way of their love.
this man is the very definition of “I will match your mood”. I think he’s the most “gentle” out of the entire group, especially when he’s conscious of his actions. He won’t push you too hard when you’re tired, but when you’re eager and horny? yeah he’s serving you like his queen.
“Jinu!” you gasp, your cute thighs squeezing his head ever so harder. He offered a quick session before his concert, but he’s already made you cum more than six times by his fingers.
“Yes, my love?” his lips grazed you clit, giving you soft kisses everywhere but where you wanted them. He was teasing you, making you too tired to walk back to being his manager. Your legs were draped over his shoulders, your back against the cold leather of the black sofa.
You moaned, feeling his tongue press flat against your wet pussy. The smell of sex filled the small room, where at any moment anyone could come in. You grab a fist of his hair, nearly gasping;
“If you don’t fuck me with that tongue, I’ll ride it myself—“
A squeak escapes your lips as he grabs your legs, and moves you forward until his nose pokes at your little nub. His eyes narrow, and you feel his smile;
“I thought you’d never ask, Princess.”
Romance ! - the worshipper
this man is an absolute flirt and tease, but he loves you so much. he loves having you on his lap as he fucks your trembling pussy, but adores it more when he devours you. it just so happens he likes romantic baths with you and being your personal “massager”.
“Do you like it when I press my fingers here, hm?”
The warm water of the tub swishes silently as you struggle to hold on to the edge. Rose petals litter the water and stick to your bare skin. Only a single kanzashi holds your soaked hair together, a gift by no one other than the man caressing your lower back and swiping your clit effortlessly.
You’re practically arched on the edge of the tub. Your hands hold yourself up on the bottom wall as your ass pokes out of the tub, where Romance licks at your wet flesh.
“Y-yeah,” you moan, feeling his tongue circle around your tight hole, “When are we g-gonna finish? I have to go to work—“
You yelp when he smacks your thigh, growling, “Your work can wait, for now,” he smiles, tension easing, “I think this spot here,” his tongue enters your pussy with a sudden slurp, his jaw practically gnawing at you.
He doesn’t get to finish when you ask, “Y-you’re not gonna eat me like this, right? Wait until—“
Romance laughs, making your cunt flutter;
“Oh, I’m making sure you’re getting massaged inside out, baby.”
Mystery ! - the secret pussy monster
this man got hidden talent and you can’t tell me otherwise. he’s non-chalant outside, doesn’t know you and doesn’t touch you. but the moment you guys are alone, he’s a fuck bunny. he can’t take a second without you; a real passionate lover with surreal skill and knowledge about your body. test him if you want, but you’ll always end up with a cummy mess between your legs.
“Myst—!”
Another moan escapes you, and you instantly cover your mouth. Your sweetly manicured nails dig into your cheek as your teary eyes peek at the crook of light spilling from the door.
Mystery has you against the wall, his large hands holding your legs up as his thumbs open your wet folds. His masterful tongue slurps and fucks your sweet cunt. It’s only five more minutes until his debut, and instead of talking with his demon friends, he chose to eat his darling below the stage.
His tongue flicks your swollen nub as he murmurs, “If you don’t stay quiet little one, then they might come down,”
Your eyes look straight down at the orbs peeking from his overgrown hair as he claws the sweet plush of your legs, “And you know I really don’t like sharing food, don’t you?”
As his sweetly trained human, you nod feverishly, and let your teeth sink into the flesh of your palm. His name is just like his demeanor, an utter mystery. Because next thing you know, you’re cumming just off his words, your orgasm being ridden by his sharp teeth morphing in.
“Yes little one, keep going.”
He sinks his fangs onto the fat of your inner thigh, right at the beat when his name is announced for entry.
Abs ! - the combo daddy
he’s strong and he knows it. he takes pride in his fingering + demon tongue combo. and it doesn’t matter what you wear or where it is, he’s always patting his muscled leg for you to hump on. he only wants his meal warmed up after all.
“Your pussy looks so fucking gorgeous like yesterday,” his words were punctuated with each kiss on your glistening sore folds, “Just so good.”
You kept your legs open, your hands holding the back of your thighs and pushing it towards your tummy. A light jingle came from your anklet, well kind of— it was a chain that kept you tied to your sides. So your hands and feet had to be close together, there was no other way around it.
The gag on your smeared lips smothered every moan and slurry word you’d say, keeping you nice and quiet to Abs. His thick fingers were felt deeply as he curved them up your spongey walls, making a sloppy squishy sound. The demon sucked and made hickies all around your aching pussy, marking his territory.
He was teasing you horribly, and you knew that. Your head tipped back, your throat making a gutteral nose when Abs mixed his wet muscle with his digits, stretching your pulsating hole evermore.
It felt so good, but so wrong as you felt his tongue grow in you, almost like a tentacle leaving every spot of you untouched. The violet boy peered up at you, seeing you struggle to keep your weight above. He only chuckled, a motion strong enough to allow his markings to fade in;
“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Keep it up and I might just reward you.”
Baby ! - mister sloppy
he’s so messy, but he cleans up— don’t worry. he loves to drool on your cunt because he doesn’t believe in “lube”…well unless it’s some food kink he has going on. he loves it when you wear short skirts, or his oversized clothing and no panties. he’s a perv, but a dominant one. if he tells you to “come here”, you better come there, or else he’s gonna start spanking you.
“Now, what did I say about walking around like that, hm?”
Another spank on your pussy made you yelp, but inside you simply adored it. You loved it when he grabbed your neck, squeezing it and rubbing your cunt as he slapped it.
Your hands clutch at the arm around your neck, whining as you kick your legs up;
“I jus’ wanted to show you the new dress you bought me…!”
Baby scoffed, his middle and ring finger jerking your clit slowly; “So you decide to flaunt this wet meal of mine out in public? That’s not very cool, y’know.”
“Well,” you squirmed, nearly choking as he tightened his hold on your neck, “You haven’t eaten me out since—“
“Oh, so my pretty little girl wanted me to eat her pussy?” his voice made your body flush with new rigor, your pussy clamping on his long fingers, “Well why didn’t you say so?”
Instantly, you were tossed on the floor; your behind was pulled upwards, making you arch on his legs as you held yourself up on the floor. The precious red dress was rolled up to your waist, and you felt all your blood rushing to your head at the position.
You saw Baby’s foot tapping as he hummed a rhythm, and felt him lick his tongue up your opening. A gasp escaped your lips, making you shiver when he spat on your cunt;
“I have this new beat I’ve been meaning to use, mind if I do a lip choreography on this sweet pussy?”
You didn’t even get to reply when he went right on fucking his tongue in your aching hole, making you mewl as you pushed your hips upward.
Oh how loved it when he made out with your pretty pussy.
Parts: Characterizations | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
SoulBond!AU
Pairings: Yandere!Saja Boys x F!Reader
Synopsis: You were never supposed to remember them.
Four hundred years ago, a pact was made—a blood-soaked bond tying five demons to one human soul: yours.
They’ve waited lifetimes for your reincarnation, cursed with obsession, tethered by fate.
And now that you’ve returned?
They’ll burn the world before they let you go again.
Warnings: Soul bond with the Saja Boys, Yandere themes!, soulbonding without full consent, obsessive behavior / possessiveness, mild stalking, romantic psychological tension, mentions of implied past death / reincarnation, intense emotional fixation, yearning, non-graphic threats of harm from a third party (Gwi Ma).
Author's notes: Hey guys! My first fic on Tumblr. I've been deep in a hole for Saja boys x Reader fics and have been inspired by all the ones currently out. Thought I'd give it a go and make my own. This is also just me purely projecting my fantasies (lol). But will post more on this story and will make more parts!
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The Saja boys are all demons.
They are wrath and ruin. Jealousy and death.
And yet, before her, they kneel.
Because she is the Heart.
Because her soul is what keeps them from unraveling into true monsters.
Because they were bound by her love and her curse.
They don’t just crave her—they depend on her. Without her presence, their minds deteriorate. Their bodies decay. Their hunger becomes unbearable.
Only Y/N’s touch tames the demon inside.
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A Sudden Encounter
You’re just… tired.
You work long shifts at a cramped little gallery café in Hongdae. Your boss forgets to pay you on time. Rent’s due. Your roommate’s a ghost (figuratively). Your family doesn’t call.
It’s not tragic. Just quietly heavy. Most days are filled with the same mundane routine. The stress of adulting weighs in on you most nights making you feel more fatigued than you should.
Your art is the only thing that feels like yours—until it doesn’t. Lately, even your sketches look like someone else’s memories. The past few weeks of downtime have been spent sketching images you vaguely recognize from dreams you forgot you even had.
You walk through life like it’s background noise.
Then, one afternoon, on the way to grab milk and instant ramen…you hear music on the street.
Lugging your grocery trolley (because god knows you don’t have the strength to carry a week’s worth of grocery bags on your arms), you spot that a crowd has gathered in the plaza. The atmosphere buzzes with excitement. People are pushing each other to get a view of whatever it was that was making the crowd go nuts.
Curiosity gets the best of you, and next thing you know you’re walking towards the center of the square. Grocery trolley rolling behind you. Someone steps on it, warranting a quick “Sorry” and they scurry to the front. You turn your head forward to see whatever it was they desperately wanted to see.
You stop.
Up on a raised platform, five boys move like a single body—synchronized, supernatural, magnetic. Their colorful outfits shimmer under the lights, a kaleidoscope of sugar-rush perfection. The crowd is screaming, but all you hear is the song—“Soda Pop”—sickeningly sweet and pulsing like thunder in your chest.
You don’t recognize them.
Were they new? A secret debut? A niche group you missed?
And then you see them.
The Saja Boys. Five gorgeous faces, carved out of dreams and danger, singing like they already know you.
Your heart stutters.
Front and center is the one with the jet-black hair and fire behind his smile. His eyes sweep the crowd like he owns it—until they lock on you. And then it’s like the world tips sideways.
You can’t breathe.
Something ancient uncoils in your ribcage—a thread pulling taut, like it’s found its anchor.
The stage beneath them morphs—no, rises—into a giant soda can, and the absurdity nearly makes you laugh, but the pressure in your chest is louder.
The song ends. The crowd erupts. They strike their final poses like gods frozen mid-conquest. And still—he’s looking at you. Right at you.
He lifts a hand, brushes off his shoulder like he’s dusting you into place. “That’s it for now,” he says to the crowd.
His speaking voice slides down your spine like silk dipped in fire. Familiar. Impossible.
“See you tonight on everyone’s favorite variety show…” His gaze doesn’t waver. “Saja Boys love you!”
You don’t know how you’re still standing. The other members turn too—one by one, their expressions shifting. Eyes no longer playful. They’re looking at you like they remember something you haven’t yet.
And then—pink smoke.
They vanish.
You’re left in a sea of people, lungs hollow, skin prickling like it’s just been marked.
You don’t know who they are. You don’t know what just happened. But your hands are shaking on the trolley handle. And you’re sprinting home like something inside you just woke up and started screaming.
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They apparated back into the apartment in a burst of cold smoke.
Jinu collapsed first.
Not into a chair. Not onto the couch. He sank straight to the floor.
Hands tangled in his hair, breath shallow. Like the air couldn’t reach deep enough. Like he’d been holding it for centuries. His voice cracked like something ancient being unearthed.
“It’s her.”
Romance was already pacing the length of the living room, long strides restless, fingers tugging at his shirt collar like it was choking him. “I—I thought I was hallucinating,” he muttered. “Some kind of cruel glamour. A mirage. But the bond—” His voice shook. “The bond snapped tight.”
Abby dropped into the couch, the cushions barely softening the weight of his frame. His knuckles were white, gripping his thighs. “I felt her heartbeat.” He looked up, dazed. Wild. “During the bridge—our hearts matched. I know it was her.”
Mystery hadn’t moved. He stood near the window, face shadowed, fists clenched so tight his nails carved into skin. His lips were moving in a near-silent whisper—over and over like a broken prayer.
“She’s scared… she doesn’t remember… but she felt it. She felt it.”
Baby sat furthest from them all, on the floor beside the armchair. Blood dripped from his palm—he didn’t seem to notice. Eyes wide. Hollow. Haunted.
Like seeing you broke the silence inside him. Like he’d finally found the ghost that’d been crawling under his skin for lifetimes.
No one breathed. The room felt cracked. Like a single touch would shatter it.
Abby ran a hand down his face. “What do we do?” He was still staring at his hands. Still disbelieving. “Is this a trick? Is Gwi Ma playing with us again? Using her face to haunt us?”
Jinu looked up slowly, lashes damp, lips pale. He bit the nail of his thumb, the taste of anxiety sharp on his tongue.
“We wait,” he said softly. “We plan.”
Romance scoffed, but there was no humor in it. He was trembling as he smiled.
“We charm.”
Mystery let out a low snarl. “We go to her. She’s alone. She’s hurting. I can feel her.”
And then—finally—Baby spoke. Just one line.
Quiet. Final. Unshakable.
“We take her back.”
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You curl up on your couch with a microwaved dinner, phone propped up on a cushion. You don’t normally watch idol shows. But…
You press play.
They’re charming. Playful. Competitive. Too beautiful. Too perfect. You watch them struggle with the hot sauce challenge, lips curling upwards at some of the boys’ faces.
Your chest aches.
You don’t know them. But you can’t look away.
When they joke, you laugh. When they flirt with the camera, your stomach flips. When Baby stares dead into the lens, you freeze.
You watch as Baby wins the spicy challenge, somehow a part of you knew he would. You couldn’t explain why. You watch as Huntrix makes a surprise appearance. You weren’t a crazed fanatic or anything, but you did enjoy their music. When they bowed at each other, a part of your chest ached. You don’t know why, but something didn’t sit well with you seeing the boys interact with the girl group. Why? You had no claim over them. You felt like you were going crazy.
You don’t sleep that night.
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Later that night, after filming wraps…
The Saja Boys find themselves ambushed by Huntrix—Rumi, Zoey, and Mira—demon-hunting girls who are too fast, too smart, and too close to the truth.
The boys run, Jinu being caught into a fight with Rumi which leads to him finding out her secret. A Hunter who’s part demon. He gives it some thought as he walks out of the bath house. Then, his thoughts shift to you.
Did you watch the show tonight? What were you doing right now? Did you remember him at all?
Then suddenly he’s pulled into Gwi Ma’s chamber.
Smoke. Fire. Screams locked in stone. The demons are cheering for the boys, now in their demon forms. Gwi Ma sings the chorus of Soda Pop.
“It’s catchy”
He brings up Rumi- the hunter who bears his mark. He tells Jinu he has no control over her. Jinu remains curious, telling him that he can find out her shame and use it against her to bring the Hunters down.
Then, Gwi Ma’s flames rise. The tension in the air thickens as the four other boys on the ground below are brought to stand next to Jinu before the Demon King.
“However, I sense that you’ve lost your focus,” the Demon king hisses. His flames grow —and conjures a mirage image of you, asleep in bed, cheek pressed to your pillow. The boys tense at the sight of you.
Their anger rises. They don’t like that you’re being presented to them like this- in front of all demons to see. Of course- everyone else in the Demon realm had an inkling- an idea of what you were to the five. It was unspoken, a rumor that spread throughout the years - that they had tied their ancient souls to a human hundreds of years ago. But no details of that pact had been known. And now, the boys were livid as every demon knew your face.
Abby grit his teeth, immediately standing and stepping forward. He didn’t want any other demons seeing you, gazing at what was his. “Don’t-!”
Jinu grabbed his shoulder back, willing his friend to calm down, even though he was struggling to contain his own anger.
“That girl... is she going to be a problem? A… distraction?” His voice was teasing. A sickeningly playful tone meant to mock them.
The boys bristle, their jaws clenched as they see the demon king’s image of you. You- who was so precious to them. Jinu steps forward, eyes hard. “She is ours. You made it so. The pact cannot be undone.”
Gwi Ma’s image of you faded and the boys all visibly relaxed, though still tense.
Gwi Ma spoke once again, voice teasing. “You remember, don’t you, Jinu? How you came crawling to me, weeping like a child the moment she died in your arms.”
Jinu’s eyes widened, haunted at the memory.
Gwi Ma continued. “You begged me to bring her back. But I gave you something better.
A deal.
Bind four others to her soul. Trap their power. Anchor her across lifetimes—and I’d let her return.
And you did it.
You found them. Broken little things. Monsters like you. You forced the bond. You made her the center of your madness.
You cursed her to be wanted. Needed. Torn apart by obsession.
All for what?
To share her?
To watch her slip through your fingers again and again?”
The boys visibly grew more tense with every word he uttered. Romance grit his teeth, and Baby’s nails dug so deep into his palms they began to bleed again. They were monsters who desperately clung to the only light they had. Demons who tainted the purest thing they had ever laid eyes on. The guilt. The shame. All weigh heavy on their hearts, but not as heavy as their deep desire for you.
Gwi Ma continued. “No matter how close she gets… she’ll never truly be yours.
But if you succeed—if you finish what I told you to—maybe I’ll give her to you.
All of you.
For good.”
Their heads snapped up at that. Disbelief and false hope gleaming in their yellow demon eyes.
Gwi Ma’s flames shift to a smile as he saw their non-subtle desperation. “Then here’s my offer.”
“Succeed. Harvest the souls before the Honmoon seals, bring down the hunters. Do your job. And I’ll let her live.”
“Fail… and I rip her from the cycle. She’ll never be reborn again.”
The boys snap their heads up. Shock, desperation, and fury ablaze on their faces. He wouldn’t dare. The boys don’t speak. But silent thoughts race through their heads. They wouldn’t have to wait centuries for you? All the endless years of loneliness and suffering… if they succeeded, they’d be gone. And you would be theirs. Fully. No more dying, no more waiting. Theirs, for all eternity.
The offer was weighing heavy in their minds. But it wasn’t even a question. How far would they go to have you? The answer was that there were no limits. No lines they wouldn’t cross. No world they wouldn’t burn to keep you.
They just kneel, a silent agreement.
They’ve waited centuries. They can wait a little longer.
But this time, they won’t just protect you.
They’ll possess you.
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The boys apparated back to their apartment in silence.
No music. No lights. Just the faint, cold glow of Seoul’s skyline spilling through the penthouse glass like a wound that never closed.
They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. The memory of Gwi Ma’s offer still echoed like ash in their throats. The price was steep, yes—but the reward?
You.
Untouched by his claws.
Unwatched.
Unmanipulated.
Free.
If they could ensure your soul was yours—and theirs—forever… they would pay that price a thousand times over. So they agreed. Without hesitation. Without question. Now they sat in the dark, five demons and the shape of a girl in their hearts.
It was Abby who cracked first. “She looked cold,” he muttered.
His elbows rested on his knees, large hands clenched together so tightly the skin over his knuckles had gone pale. He wasn’t looking at the others. Just the floor. Somewhere past it. Somewhere where you had been.
“She looked cold in that vision. Like she hadn’t been held in years.” He swallowed thickly. “I’d keep her warm. She’d never feel cold again. Not even for a second.” His voice broke near the end.
“She should’ve been with us.” Romance was standing by the tall windows, framed in moonlight, arms crossed tight like he was holding his chest together. “She doesn’t even remember us,” he said softly. “We’re strangers again.”
He tried to sound nonchalant—but his voice cracked on ‘again’.
Baby didn’t move from the couch. His legs were crossed, jaw tight, nails digging crescent moons into his thigh. “Then we make her remember.” He looked up. Eyes black.
“Tie her down if we have to.”
No one told him to take it back. Because all of them had thought it.
From the corner, curled on a throw blanket like a resting animal, Mystery breathed out a long, aching sigh. He was clutching something close to his chest. Your scarf. One from a lifetime ago. The threadbare edges frayed, carrying a scent only he still recognized. He’d stolen it then, kept it hidden through each century. He never let it burn.
“She cried last night,” he whispered. The room went still. “I felt it.”
They turned.
“She misses us,” he said. His voice was too soft for the size of his pain. “Even if she doesn’t know why. Even if her brain doesn’t remember—her soul does. She sees us in dreams. She reaches out.”
No one doubted him. Mystery had always been the tether. The first to feel you across lives. The first to know. He curled tighter around the scarf like it could bring you back. “She reaches,” he whispered. “But we’re not there.”
Silence again.
Then Jinu stood. The weight of four centuries in every breath he took. He moved like a monarch of grief—shoulders squared, spine straight, eyes dark and steady.
“We need a plan,” he said. The words dropped like stone. “No chaos. No claiming. Not yet.” His gaze passed over each of them, firm.
“We woo her. Win her. Make her feel safe.”
Abby let out a bitter snarl. “I don’t want to pretend. I want to take her.”
Jinu’s jaw tensed.
“So do I,” he said. “But not if it means she runs. Not if she thinks we’re monsters.”
“Are we not?” Baby asked coldly. But it wasn’t really a challenge. It was despair.
“We’re hers,” Jinu replied. “That’s all that matters.”
The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was thick with agreement. Each boy looked down. And one by one, they nodded. For now, they’d wait. But not forever.
You would remember.
You would come back.
And when you did— You’d never be allowed to leave again.
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You didn’t know why you were out this late.
You told yourself it was for a snack. The cold night air. The glow of convenience store signs. But the truth was burrowed beneath your ribs—tight, restless, and waiting. Something inside you itched, tugged. Like an invisible string pulling you down familiar streets.
You turned the corner and froze.
“Y/N?”
A voice. Soft, velvety, soaked in a sadness you didn’t understand. You looked up.
Jinu.
Standing beneath a flickering streetlight like a secret carved out of the night. Hoodie loose over his frame. Hair tousled, moonlight catching in the strands. His eyes locked with yours.
Your breath caught.
He took a step forward, hands raised slightly—like approaching a wounded animal. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said gently. “I just… recognized you.”
Recognized? Your heart began to pound. Hard. “How do you know my name?” you asked.
Jinu smiled. But it wasn’t cocky or flirty. It was aching. “Because it’s the only name that ever mattered to me.”
And that’s when it happened. A flicker behind your eyes. No—it wasn’t a flicker.
It was a memory. A feeling. A lifetime cracking through your skull like thunder.
You saw him.
Not here. Not in this hoodie, not on this street. But in crimson silk beneath a palace moon. A hanbok embroidered in gold, eyes lined with kohl. He reached for you across a garden of foxglove. Your name spilled from his lips like scripture.
And then—
“Y/N.”
Another voice. Close. Too close. Romance stepped beside you, holding a book. One from your wishlist. The exact one you’d looked at two days ago online and never bought.
You took it in trembling hands. His voice dropped to a murmur. “Because I’ve been whispering it for hundreds of years.”
The world spun.
Another vision. His fingers on yours. A past version of you, crying. Him kissing your knuckles in the candlelight.
“Because I’ve never stopped saying it,” Abby said now, appearing at your side, holding— Your scarf. The one that went missing days ago. “Even when you weren’t alive to hear it.”
FLASH.
There was blood on his hands. A blade meant for you. Abby standing between it and your body, screaming your name.
Your knees went weak. You staggered. The breath in your lungs turned jagged.
A gentle touch. Behind you.
Mystery. Quiet. Wide-eyed. Fingertips brushing the sleeve of your coat like he was afraid you’d dissolve.
“I’ve known your name longer than you have,” he whispered.
You blinked—
And you were in the mountains. Your hands small. Younger. A fox curled against your legs. You were humming. He was warm. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
Across the street— Baby. Still. Watching. Eyes black as obsidian. And then—
The fire.
A palace burning. Bodies. You, screaming. Baby dragging corpses away with one hand while shielding you with the other.
You gasped. Your vision blurred. Your hands shook. You didn’t know if you were crying. But you felt like you were breaking.
Romance reached out, arm around your shoulders, steadying your frame.
“She’s remembering,” Mystery said, voice trembling. “She’s starting to remember.”
You didn’t hear them clearly. Your ears rang. Your body pulsed like a struck bell. Romance’s forehead pressed to yours, voice like velvet and ashes. “We missed you,” he breathed. “So much it drove us mad.”
Abby was pacing now, unable to stay still. His eyes burned. “You smell like home,” he choked. “I forgot what that felt like.”
Baby hadn’t moved, but he looked like he might lunge. His fists were clenched. His shoulders tight. His jaw locked.
His eyes were nothing but shadow.
He wanted you.
Jinu stepped forward, palm raised like a commandment. “Stop,” he said. Sharp. Firm. “She’s scared.”
He was right. You were. Tears blurred your eyes. The world spun again. “Who… who are you?” you asked, barely a whisper. “What do you want from me?”
Abby took one step. “We’re yours,” he said, voice low.
Jinu caught his arm. “Abby—”
“You were ours,” Romance added, lips brushing your temple. “You will be again.”
“No—no, this isn’t real—this can’t be—” You backed up. “You’re crazy.”
You looked into their eyes for the first time. And your blood ran cold.
Not human.
They were glowing. Amber. Topaz. Garnet. Glasses of gold and rage and want.
You didn’t think—you ran. Your footsteps slammed into the alleyway pavement. Breath heaving. Vision swimming. You ran like your soul was on fire.
And behind you— They didn’t follow.
They stood, the five of them, like statues in mourning. Longing. Rage. Grief. Hunger.
Mystery whimpered once.
Baby’s fists dripped blood from his own grip.
“We scared her,” Jinu muttered, teeth grit. Shame painting his face. “We were supposed to make her feel safe.” His voice was raw.
“She looked at us like we were monsters.” Abby slammed a fist into the wall. “She didn’t even recognize me.”
Romance still watched the alley’s end where your shadow had vanished. His lips curled into something bittersweet. “Not yet,” he said. “But she will.”
The other boys turned. He smiled wider. Devastating. Determined. “Now?”
His voice dropped.
“We seduce her.”
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You don’t remember getting home. One moment you were running. The next, your apartment door slammed shut behind you. You locked it. Bolted it. Double-checked it.
Then you fell.
Not gracefully—like a collapse, like a marionette whose strings had been severed. You’re curled on the floor now, your fingers tangled in the hem of your clothes, your back pressed to the side of the bed. Shaking. Silent. Your chest is heaving, but the air doesn’t reach your lungs. You’re not crying because you’re sad.
You’re crying because you’re losing your mind. Every time you close your eyes… they’re there.
Jinu in royal silk, kneeling in the blood-soaked courtyard of a Joseon palace—his eyes hollow, your lifeless hand in his lap.
Romance cradling your head by a lake turned black from poison—screaming into your mouth like he could breathe life back into you.
Abby roaring over a field of corpses—his armor cracked, clutching you as smoke swallowed the sky.
Mystery baring his fangs at priests dragging you away—his form shifting between beast and boy, voice howling your name like a prayer.
And Baby—oh god.
Baby in a burning chamber, crawling toward your corpse through ash. His smile was carved wrong, twitching, shattered—his arms cradling your body like a doll as fire devoured the world around him.
You cover your ears. You curl tighter. Your bones ache. “These aren’t mine,” you whisper. “They aren’t mine—”
But they feel like they are.
The grief. The rage. The longing. The love. Too much love. It presses against your ribs like a dam waiting to crack. And deep—deep—within your chest… something stirs. Something ancient. Something hungry.
You drag yourself under the blankets. Trembling. Numb. You don’t sleep. Sleep claims you.
And you never hear the figures outside your window. Five of them. Silent on the balcony.
Jinu’s hand is on the glass, forehead pressed lightly to the cold. His eyes are shut, breath fogging the surface. He had to see you. Just once more. Even if it killed him.
Romance stands beside him, one hand in his coat pocket, the other pressed to his lips like he might say something—but doesn’t. He just watches. Unblinking.
Abby paces behind them, boots scuffing against concrete. Every noise inside your room makes his head whip toward the door. He wants to kick it down. Drag you into his arms. Keep you warm. Keep you close.
Mystery is curled beside the potted plants. His ears twitch. His claws dig into the concrete. He hears your breathing. He knows when your sleep shifts. He knows you’re dreaming.
And Baby— Baby stands furthest from the glass. He doesn't move.Just stares at your sleeping form through the sheer curtain. His eyes are too wide. His hands are in his pockets, but the blood dripping from them gives him away. He clenches his jaw. He had wanted to go after you. To hold you. To punish anyone who scared you. But Jinu made them promise.
No chaos. Not yet. They all told themselves they were here to make sure you got home safe. But deep down, none of them believed that. They were here because they needed to see you one last time. Because you were in their veins now.
Because the bond was waking.
And soon—you’d be theirs again.
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Author's note: Let me know if you guys enjoyed this? I plan to expand more into the backstories as their relationship develops. I've got characterizations up just for a teaser that I might post tonight. :) With love,Willa x.
HEYYYYY SO I SAW YOU WAS DOING REQUESTS FOR KPOP DEMON HUNTERS
I loved the movie but the ending wasn’t what I was expecting and wanting😔
By any chance could you do the Saja boys in a poly relationship with reader? And separately the girls poly with reader?
I literally think it would be so much fun to have movie nights lmao and pull pranks on each other lmao😭💀
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Current Boyfriend” prank on Jinu⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
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Rehearsal had just ended, and the studio air was thick with leftover energy and heat. The mirrors were fogged, the sound system still humming with static, and Jinu—sweaty, flushed, and stunning—was casually sipping water near the doorway.
You pulled out your phone, pretending to check something. Really, you were framing the shot.
He looked over, brows raised. “Filming?”
You smiled. “Just something quick for the fans. Come here.”
He didn’t hesitate—just walked over, still catching his breath from that final run-through, his dark shirt clinging to his back. When he stood beside you, he leaned in slightly, effortlessly falling into idol mode: half-smile, perfect angle, soft gaze.
You started recording.
“Hey guys,” you said sweetly to the camera, smiling like it was any other fan update. “Just wanted to check in, rehearsal’s over—everyone’s tired, sweaty, gorgeous.”
You turned the camera slightly, panning over to Jinu.
“I’m here with my current boyfriend!”
You kept going like it was nothing, turning the camera back to yourself. “Anyway, we’re probably gonna grab food and chill for a bit—”
Behind you, Jinu tilted his head slightly.
“…What?”
You stopped.
“…What?” you echoed innocently, still filming.
He squinted. “Did you just say current boyfriend?”
You bit back a smile. “Yeah. Like, my boyfriend right now. In this moment.”
His eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in that dangerous, calm way Jinu did when he was calculating whether to flirt with you or mildly destroy your entire soul.
“You’ve had others lined up?”
You laughed, finally breaking. “It’s a trend! I was joking!”
He took the phone gently, still in frame, still smiling for the camera like nothing was wrong—but the glint in his eye had shifted.
“You heard her,” he said to the camera. “Apparently, I’m just a placeholder.”
“Jinu—”
He leaned in, eyes never leaving the lens.
“Just so everyone’s clear, I’m not going anywhere. So if I’m the ‘current,’ I plan on being the permanent upgrade.”
He stopped recording.
You stared at him.
“Babe, it was a trend—”
He handed your phone back with a knowing smile. “Post it.”
“…You’re not mad?”
“No,” he said smoothly, grabbing his bag. “But you’re paying for dinner.”
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@ sajaboysimps:
“Current boyfriend” and he paused like a villain origin story. 😭😭😭
@ jinusjawline:
She: “I’m with my current boyfriend!”
Jinu: 🧍♂️❓
@ idolatemyheart:
When he said “permanent upgrade” I blacked out.
@ softlaunchgonewrong:
The way she kept talking like he wasn’t recalculating the entire relationship 💀💀💀
@ kpopdemonkween:
Jinu really said “I’m calm but I will become your husband if you keep playing.” 💍🕶️
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “i forgot our anniversary ” prank on Baby⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
You had one goal: crack Baby’s fake-cool exterior.
The date was circled on your calendar in pink highlighter and glittery hearts — today marked your six months together. A fact you hadn’t forgotten. Not even close. You had the gift hidden, dinner planned, and a playlist queued.
But he didn’t know that.
So naturally… you decided to mess with him.
You strolled into the practice room like it was any other day, sipping your drink, phone in hand. Baby was lounging in a chair, jacket off, tank top on, towel draped around his neck. Hair tousled. Glistening post-workout glow. Casual heartthrob chaos.
“Hey,” he said, smiling without meaning to — one of those real ones, the rare kind.
“Hey,” you replied, completely flat. You sat beside him, scrolling through your phone. “Long day.”
He blinked. “Uh… yeah. Kinda.”
Silence.
He waited.
You offered him a sip of your drink. No affection. No flirt. No sparkle.
He narrowed his eyes. “You okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
He leaned in slightly. “You sure? You're being weird.”
You shrugged. “I’m fine.”
You saw it hit him — subtle but real. A flicker of confusion in his eyes. He looked away, biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying to solve a math equation with emotions.
Then… his voice dropped, quieter.
“Did I… do something?”
You glanced at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”
He hesitated, then reached into his jacket pocket — pulling out a tiny velvet box.
Your breath caught. Wait what.
He opened it slowly: a simple silver ring on a thin chain.
“I know we said we weren’t doing anything big for the six-month thing,” he said, eyes still down, “but I just… I saw this and thought of you. You like little things that feel permanent.”
Your mouth parted, guilt instantly slamming you in the chest.
He looked up. “Unless… you didn’t remember. Which is fine, seriously. I didn’t expect—"
“Wait, wait, wait—” you cut in, grabbing his hand. “It’s a prank. It was a prank. I remembered. I super remembered.”
His eyes widened. “You what.”
“I was trying to get a reaction out of you,” you admitted, laughing nervously. “You always play it so cool. I thought you’d be smug and say something like, ‘Guess who didn’t forget?’ and then I’d laugh and reveal the real gift and—oh my god you bought me jewelry.”
He stared at you. “You absolute gremlin.”
You reached into your bag and pulled out a box of your own, practically shoving it into his chest. “Here. Yours. Real. Not a prank.”
He opened it to find a silver bracelet, etched with the coordinates of where you first met.
He blinked slowly.
“…You’re disgusting,” he said, voice soft.
“You love it.”
He exhaled hard — then, finally, smiled for real. That wide, boyish grin he tried to hide behind eyeliner and sarcasm. His ears were bright red.
“You seriously had me spiraling,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“Because you’re soft,” you teased.
He shot you a look. “No, I’m cool. I’m smooth. I’m mysterious.”
“You were ten seconds from emotional collapse.”
He leaned closer, bumping his forehead to yours. “And you love that.”
You smiled, lips brushing his. “I really do.”
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Tiny Meal” prank on Romance⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The morning sunlight filtered softly through the paper screens of the dorm room, painting golden lines across the hardwood floor. The air was still, save for the slow, even breaths of Romance beside you—hair mussed from sleep, lashes casting gentle shadows over his cheekbones.
You tiptoed out of the futon with the kind of stealth usually reserved for a trained demon hunter. You had a plan. A dumb, tiny, hilarious plan. But it was your plan, and you knew he’d either love it… or mock you for it for weeks.
You tiptoed into the kitchen, stifling a giggle. On the counter: a thimble-sized teacup. A miniature plate. A fork no bigger than your pinky nail. It had taken you a whole hour to prep these ridiculous little dishes the night before. A tiny egg (quail, of course), a single bite of toast, and a speck of strawberry jam.
All perfectly arranged on the world’s tiniest breakfast tray.
As you walked back into the room balancing the tray, you heard the soft shuffle of sheets. His voice, low and drowsy, called out:
"Mmnh... [Your Name]? Where’d you go…?"
You knelt beside the futon, holding out the tiny tray like a prize. “Good morning, sunshine,” you said, biting back a grin. “I made you breakfast.”
He blinked sleepily, then squinted at the tray. A beat of silence. Then—
“…What the hell is that?” His voice cracked mid-laugh.
You giggled. “Your morning meal, brave hunter. Protein, carbs, love. All in one centimeter.”
He sat up, the blanket falling to his lap, revealing the curve of his collarbone and the sleepy slope of his shoulders. Hair sticking up wildly, he reached out one elegant finger to poke the mini toast.
“This is… is this even edible?”
You nodded solemnly. “I toasted that piece with my own hands. Used tweezers.”
A wide grin broke across his face. That lazy, lopsided one that always made your stomach flip. “You’re unbelievable.”
Then, with exaggerated seriousness, he picked up the miniature fork between his thumb and forefinger, tried to stab the tiny egg—and immediately dropped it back onto the tray.
“I can’t do this. I’m going to starve.”
You smirked, reaching behind you and pulling out a second tray—the real breakfast, full-sized and warm.
He laughed so hard he had to bury his face in your neck. “You’re evil,” he mumbled against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist.
“You love it,” you teased, letting your fingers slide through his hair.
He leaned back to look at you, his eyes still crinkled with laughter but softening into something tender. “I really do.”
And then, with the tiniest fork in hand, he fed you the equally tiny toast piece.
“For love. And carbs,” he whispered dramatically
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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “ignoring my boyfriend” prank on Mystery⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
The moment you stepped into the training room, you could feel his eyes on you.
Mystery was already there, like always — perched casually on the window ledge, his black hoodie draped over his shoulder, sword leaning against the wall behind him. His arms were crossed, expression unreadable. He didn’t speak. He never did first.
Perfect.
You walked right past him without a word.
He watched you. Silent. Still. Barely blinking.
You pulled out your phone, scrolling with exaggerated focus. Inside, you were screaming. You knew he hated being ignored. Not in the way a normal boyfriend might pout or whine — no, Mystery just went quiet. Colder. Like ice packing itself around him.
It was part of why the prank was so fun... and a little dangerous.
He finally moved. Just one step.
“Did I do something?” he asked, voice low and distant, like a fog rolling across a lake.
You didn’t look up. Instead, you texted no one. Blinked blankly at the wall. Bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from cracking.
A long pause.
He tilted his head slightly, jaw tight. “...You’re not going to speak to me?”
You didn’t respond. Not even a shrug.
He stared at you for a few seconds longer. Then without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. No sound, no heavy footsteps — just vanished like smoke into the hall.
Your heart dropped.
“Mystery—!” you called after him, breaking character. You chased him down the corridor, nearly stumbling over your own feet.
You found him just outside the practice hall, his back to you, eyes shadowed under his bangs.
“I was joking!” you said breathlessly. “It was a prank. The ‘ignoring my boyfriend’ prank. You weren’t actually—wait, were you mad?”
He turned slowly, expression as calm as ever. But there was something just behind it — not anger, not even hurt, but a kind of distance. The kind that made your chest tighten.
“I wasn’t mad,” he said quietly. “I just figured you wanted space. So I gave it to you.”
Oof.
You stepped closer, reaching for his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought it’d be funny. You’re always so… unreadable. I wanted to see if you’d crack.”
His lips twitched — the smallest hint of a smirk. “So you were testing me?”
“Maybe a little.”
He finally turned to face you fully. “You didn’t get much of a reaction.”
“No,” you admitted. “But somehow, that made it worse.”
He stepped into your space, his voice a soft hush. “You want a reaction now?”
You nodded, breath catching.
Without warning, his hand cupped your chin gently, tilting your face toward his. His lips brushed yours, light as falling ash — but the intent behind it was unmistakable. Intense. Possessive in that quiet way only Mystery could pull off.
He pulled back just enough to whisper:
“Don’t ignore me again. I don’t like it.”
You blinked up at him, stunned.
Then he added, deadpan: “But if you do… make sure the next prank includes kissing.”
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˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “I don’t think I like muscles anymore” prank on Abs⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
open up what you got in your mind to me. [pt.1 – huntrix]
they've never met someone like you — a mortal who almost knew them .. better than they knew themselves. for the boys, it's annoyingly intriguing. for the girls, it's comforting.
paring(s): huntrix & saja boys x demon expert!gn!reader
warning(s): some movie changes, probably effected lore that makes no sense for the sake of the narrative
request: here ! this is part 1 – i loved it so much i had to make 2 parts hehe ,,, part 2 is here !
your family worked with the demon hunters for generations – mortals who studied the demons, found their strengths and weaknesses, worked as field researcher on demonology alongside the hunter to keep the honmoon safe.
unfortunately, your ancestors were unpowerful beyond their intellect and aura vision. physically, they were weak – protected only by the hunters. because of this, there was .. an accident. the demons found the weaknesses of the hunters – their darling researchers, so they did what demons would do.
thousands of years of pages and books and studies were lost in their attack. most information was mentally stored by hunters, but a substantial amount was still lost in physical ink. in modern times, these researchers are almost myths to hunters – legends. however, mythology tales say that the descendents of the researchers have all knowledge of the honmoon and the demons sealed away by it. of course, it remained apart of the stories celine told rumi, mira, and zoey growing up ... all until they met you.
they met you at a hidden pastry shop in seoul, hidden in an alleyway around the same area as that wack doctor zoey had so much faith in
it was the only place open after practice and rumi, as tired as she was, guided the girls in to enjoy the warm lighting and atmosphere
after declining the offers to go to the bathhouse for the 100th time, she thought this could be the perfect way to make it up to them
she ordered a few treats – mochi for herself, a little apple pie for zoey, steamed red bean buns for mira, and matcha for them all
the girls talked quietly, waiting for their order, until you called rumi up to retrieve the neatly wrapped box of sweets
when she came up to you, your fingers wrapped around her wrist, cold and startling
"i'm not sure how you got in here..", her eyes met yours, now void of the warmth you once held when she walked in, "but if a demon is ordering pastries from me, times must have changed." she shuttered under your hushed voice.
"d-demon...?" her skin was fully covered. even though her markings hadn't spread too far yet, she took precautions regardless, worried of the news that might ruin her relationships.
"i noticed your aura when you sat down. though, you don't seem that threatening... and the honmoon is completely intact aroun–"
"how do you..?" her eyes shook, almost pure horror behind them. there's tension between you two, fueled by her anxiety of being seen, of being exposed when her members were just right by the door. you studied her, her friends, and their auras alike, before you half smiled at her.
"my ancestors and yours were... very close." your voice rose, catching the attention of the pink and black haired girls. "do hunters not teach about researchers anymore?"
the three of them surrounded you quickly, eyes bright and curious
things like "we thought they were myths!!" and "you know about the honmoon!?" were thrown at you immediately
you debunked their mythology left and right, spending an hour after closing chatting with them
they felt.. seen? YOU felt seen!
you could finally talk to others about your aura vision and they could FINALLY get their hunter secrets off their chest
maybe it wasn't the best idea to spill it all in such a public place but who else would listen ?
celine got a very chaotic phone call later that night
and you? you got an invite to a luxurious penthouse and a few new friends
since then, you've helped them immensely
your memory was working like an endless library of information
you'd show them old diagrams your greatest great great great great grandparents had tucked away
discuss old journals that survived the attacks that became family heirlooms
told them fun facts about demons
especially to zoey, who seemed very intrigued by the fact that all demons had a weak spot in their chests due to their lack of personal souls
even, eventually, helped rumi tell the girls about her marks
zoey and mira were stunned in silence. rumi's arms were exposed, hands shaking in anxious terror, but you were right by her side. celine told her to always hide them but .. you understood. you accepted her mere minutes after meeting her. maybe the girls would do the same.
"rumi is.. something fascinating." you admitted. it sounded blunt, but you expressed it with a look of soft excitement. "she has mixed blood – the marks of a demon, the voice, soul, and heart of a hunter. she's never once lied about the kindness of her heart... the traits of hunters overpower any demon urges." you spoke for rumi as she stood there, feeling naked and scared under the judging eyes of her closest friends. "she's a pure experiment – but she's no less rumi. her aura proves that."
it took a few hours of conversations, explanations from both you, the expert, and her, the secret holder, but eventually, zoey and mira engulfed her in a hug – promising to keep the secret contained between the four of you. not even telling celine, in case she got them all in trouble. the golden honmoon was so close.. they'd be able to do this together, especially now that they have you.
during the events of the movie, they needed you a lot
but the last thing they wanted was a repeat of the accident
so they kept you their secret weapon ! working with you behind the scenes and away from the actual action
when the saja boys grabbed everyone's attention with their beautiful bodies and alluring voices, you were staring at their markings, especially at the joint fansigning they held
jinu noticed you about as much as he noticed bobby – just another person on staff
that is until he noticed how you stared at him
not ogling, but studying,, writing things down in the notebook you carried, covered in huntrix stickers
be lucky he noticed you over baby or mystery, otherwise you may have been targeted by their powers to throw you and huntrix off
he asked about you to rumi once .. the "mysterious person" on their staff that "always wrote in that notebook"
she was more worried about your safety than opening up to him but .. she thought..
if you helped her reveal herself to huntrix, maybe you could help jinu and the saja boys ?
they never expressed wanting help but she couldn't help but think about it
you hopped on board with her plan in secret, working on ways out of their servitude to gwima
it took a while but you figured that if you could channel your aura vision and hold them above the honmoon when it sealed, they could be healed of their marks too, human disguises left in tact.
it was only a matter of time before you tried it out.
Never Come to a Fansigning Aroused...(Incubus Saja Boys x Reader, NSFW)
Part 1:
Words: 5.4k
Tags: First person, gangbang, p in v, anal, blowjobs, no protection, multiple fucking creampies, reader is having her guts rearranged, dirty talk, degradation, dub-con, brief instances of spanking, teratophilia, demons and incubus. Jinu is the meanest. Mystery is the neediest.
Summary: After coming to a fansigning aroused, you attract the attention of more than one demon…but rather all five of the Saja Boys.
A/N: I will be honest. I have never written a gangbang before. There might be an imbalance between the Saja Boys. Nonetheless, I hope ya'll still enjoy the fic! It is slightly proofread but not beta read.
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With the note held in my hand, I frowned. What the heck did Jinu mean? I’m a delicacy that they want to eat up?
Before I could think anymore about it, hands wrapped around my waist. I gasped and dropped everything. My posters scattered everywhere in a papery whirlwind. I moved my head at the same time a chin rested against my shoulder, forcing me to press my lips against the cheek of the person who held me.
Not just any person.
It was Jinu.
Jinu’s hands held my waist, his thumbs pressing gently against the dips in my hips. I’m caught off guard.
“Ji-Jinu, what are you doing?” I gasped, my body…it’s tingling with the man’s very presence.
“You walked off before I could ask about something important.” Jinu’s nose pressed against my neck and I heard him take a deep breath in. I felt the twitch in his nose as he took the deepest inhale that I had ever heard. Was he smelling me?
“You have a very nice perfume on. What’s it called?”
My perfume was that important to creep up behind me and scare me?
I gulped and tried to think but Jinu was so damn close that I couldn’t. There was a growing fog in my brain, like there was something in the air. Some kind of drug that was making it hard to do anything.
“I…I can’t remember, Jinu. I’m sorry. I know it’s a strawberry pomegranate scent though, if that helps.”
Jinu tsked next to my ear and shook his head. “Actually…That’s not what I’m smelling right now.”
“What…Are you smelling?”
Jinu’s hand touched my stomach, and instinctively I straightened my back. The warmth of Jinu’s chest against my back makes me completely aware of how close Jinu is to me. Every part of him was somehow pressed against me. That’s including his crotch region. Did…He have a boner against my ass?
The hand on my stomach traveled down, slightly pushing my shirt up before traveling further. Along the way, I swear his fingertips grow longer and sharper.
A pathetic whimper escaped my throat. “What are you doing, Jinu?”
“Finding the source of the smell, my sweet.”
Jinu’s hand plunged into my shorts. I cried out as his fingers instantly dove into my panties next. The bulge in my shorts from his massive hand forces the button of my shorts to pop off, making my clothing much looser and slip down, especially as I squirm and struggle against his body. His hand slides through my slick folds, sharp nails pressing into me before pulling out.
“Jinu!”
I jerked, trying to pull out of the man’s arms before he finally took his hand out of my pants. I see his tongue pop out of his mouth out of the corner of my eyes, licking at fingers that looked more purple than skin-toned. Sharp yellow eyes snapped down to me, and I realized very quickly that Jinu didn’t look like Jinu anymore. Deep purple scars lined his face. I couldn't tell how far those scars went, but they dipped down his neck as well.
I felt both scared and turned on at the sight of this more demonic-looking form.
“Don’t worry, sweet one, I’m not the only one who looks like this,” he chuckled.
Jinu grabbed my cheeks with his wet fingers before turning my face to look to the side. With horror, I realize that the rest of the Saja Boys stand there with the same demonic get-up. How quickly had they changed before meeting me out here? How? It had been literal minutes.
In all their pants, there were bulges of various sizes. However, Abby’s stood out particularly the most for two reasons. 1). He was fucking massive. Probably a shower rather than a grower. 2). There was a wet stain directly over the massive bulge. Oh god, was that from when I sat on his lap earlier?! Oh fuck!
I squirmed but Jinu merely chuckled against my ear. His hold on me tightened. “You see what you do to us?” The hand on my hip drags me closer and I can feel his bulge press against my ass even more. “What you do to me? Now they’re going to watch as I fuck you, and then maybe if they behave, they can have a turn with you as well.”
I couldn’t stop him as Jinu grabbed my shorts, violently yanking them down with inhumane strength. But I could still protest.
“We’re still at the meet and greet, Jinu…!”
“Who cares?”
My panties were torn off next, thrown at the other Saja Boys. Baby caught them with a smirk before he held them to his nose and mouth.
“We could be caught!”
“Then we better give them a good show. I need everyone to see who owns you.” Jinu’s hand went to my throat, holding me up enough that I was on my tip toes now, barely able to hang onto the arm that held me. I could breathe, but barely.
He left my shirt on for some reason but my entire bottom half was exposed.
I couldn’t see it but I heard something unzip behind me. Then something large and warm prodded between my legs. Jinu made a few adjustments before warmth spread my cunt apart.
Gasping, I looked down and could see the tip of Jinu’s cock poking out from between my legs. It was massive and purple with the same scars, and when Jinu lowered my body I watched helplessly as my oozing lips straddled the shaft. Ginormous veins nearly the same size as my pinky finger and the flesh of his cock was a different sensation grinding against me and my clit
Erotic whimpers escaped my throat.
“You’re so wet that I don’t think you even need any lube. Besides, you can handle a little pain, can’t you?”
“Jinu, please, I…”
“Shut up, slut.”
Jinu grabbed my upper arms on both sides, dragging me back and forth so his shaft caressed all parts of my cunt. He took another deep inhale.
“That’s what I was smelling. Your fucking cunt as it bled for us. You know, I smell when most girls come to our fansignings aroused, but yours? You smell the best of them all. I could barely wait for you to make it down that line. I almost fucked you on that table you know?” He laughed, continuing to drag me back and forth until I felt a rising orgasm.
“Jinu, please…” I begged, my head becoming more murky. All I could think about was how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside me. How much I wanted to cum.
“There’s no begging allowed, slut. I’ll let you cum whenever I feel like you earned it,” he threatened.
Across the room, the other Saja boys were taking turns with that pair of underwear Jinu had graciously thrown at them. They were tugging at the lacey pair like they were a pack of hungry hyenas fighting over meat. Their pants were down and all were jerking it as they smelled and licked at the wet spots.
“Eyes forward, or on me, slut.” Jinu growled. My head snapped back forward.
Jinu pulled his cock back, making the tip brush against my clit.
Then he slams inside of me, bottoming out instantly.
I shriek, my hands balling out into fists beside me. I bowed my head, panting and trying to adjust to the new burning sensation that came with his thick cock being buried deep inside my pussy. Sweat beaded down my temple and my spine, and my cunt clenches around Jinu.
“That’s the fucking stuff…” Jinu moaned.
Pulling my arms back more until I was in a perfect arch, Jinu pulled out then slammed back inside of me, moving fast right off at the start.
His pace is brutal and unrelenting, like a man who was starved.
His pelvis slams against my ass, his cock reaching the very end each time, punishing my cervix. I can feel as our combined juices gather at my cunt, dripping down onto the floor. The smell would rise to my nostrils. The air around us was already filled with the smell of sex. Mostly me…Fuck, that was all me wasn’t it? I was wetter than I had thought.
Small moans escaped my throat. Jinu split my cunt open like no other man had done before.
I reached my orgasm and bit my lip, whining as I clenched around Jinu so hard that the man grunted. It must have been okay because he didn’t snap at me for cumming.
Jinu released one of my arms and instead grabbed at my shoulder. He grounded himself before slowly shoving his cock all the way inside me. He fills me with his seed with a grunt that sounded more like an animalistic growl.
“Don’t think about it.” Jinu snapped.
My heart jumps. I think he’s snapping at me first, until I looked at the other Saja Boys. Mystery had taken a step forward, his hand wrapped around his cock. Mystery looked to be the thickest of them all with his foreskin pulled back from the position of his hand.
Jinu pointed a clawed at him warningly. “One more step forward and I don’t let any of you fuck,” he threated.
Romance yanked Mystery back with one hand, his other wrapped around his thinner but still thick cock. I couldn’t tell if he had foreskin.
Jinu pulled out of me and I whined at the loss. My legs nearly give out from the rough fucking but Jinu catches me and holds me up with one strong arm. My head rests back against his upper chest, head close to his shoulder. He moves me so I face the Saja Boys. His fingers spread my cunt open, his long taloned middle finger pushing in and then out, allowing for a flow of his cum to drip out of me.
“Look how needy you made them, sweetheart. Should I hold you up while they take turns fucking you?”
“I…” I’m at a loss for words.
I watched between my legs helplessly and then looked back up at the others. Romance seemed the most calm and collected which said a lot since he had a tight jaw and a focused furrow in his brow as he jerked himself off.
Baby was hogging my panties and had them wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off directly over the former wet spot. Now those panties were completely soaked, showing off how much they had all used them. He had another lollipop in his mouth, and his eyes were focused not on me…but my cunt.
Mystery was practically frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal. I could tell that he was the one that was holding himself back the most. His cock jerked needily and he wasn’t even touching it. That thing would destroy me.
Abby was furiously stroking himself off, hand rubbing at his head and then back down to the base. He didn’t have any foreskin so I could see his bare head, poor and swollen with precome at the slit. Cum was already spread across his abs, showing that he had jerked himself into an orgasm without even touching me.
I gulped.
I didn’t realize that my death would involve having sex with a group of pop idols. My cunt pulsed around Jinu’s fingers as he plugged his cum inside.
“Fuck…She just clenched around my fingers. She loves the thought of being destroyed by us.I guess dinner is served~” Jinu cooed at the Saja Boys.
They all exchanged glances like they were double checking their permissions.
Mystery was the first to approach. Well, it was more of a sprint. He grabbed at my legs, lifting them off the ground before wrapping them around his narrow waist. Jinu wrapped both arms around me and lifted me, helping Mystery hold me up and suspend me in the air.
I whined as I felt Mystery’s hot cock against my abdomen before he adjusted himself. He holds the base of the monster before pressing the tip against my entrance.
As he pressed inside me, I hissed. Jinu hadn’t even been big enough to fully prepare my poor hole for the stretch of my cunt as Mystery shoved himself inside me. I came the moment he was half inside, nearly squirting over the two men holding me.
Jinu chuckled next to my ear. “That’s a beautiful sight. I can see right where he’s inside you.” His talons are unusually delicate as he tickled over the slight bulge in my stomach, moving in circular motions. The sensation causes my post-oragasmic body to clench and jerk against the cock inside me. The extra lube from my cum causes Mystery to slip the rest of the way up, pushing Jinu’s fingers up a little higher.
Jinu scoffed. He spoke directly to Mystery with a dark tone, “I shouldn’t even be letting you go first, considering the stunt you pulled earlier.”
“Sorry,” Mystery replied in a monotonous, uncaring tone.
“Are you really?”
“No. I need to fuck her cunt before I go crazy.”
“Have at it, but don’t break her before the others get a turn.”
Don’t I get a say in this?
Mystery shifts his whole body, his hairy happy trail meeting my cunt with each thrust. He barely gave me time before he began to pound inside me, his happy trail slapping against me now.
Jinu chuckled. With every thrust from Mystery, my back was slamming against the man behind me. I could feel his still hard cock each time.
“Nnnh…Mphm…” I whined, head thrown back against Jinu’s shoulder.
Mystery gets in my face, his body slightly bending over mine. Romance, Abby, and Baby are all standing behind him. Their yellow eyes glow with hunger.
Romance and Baby move on either side of me. They grab on both sides of my shirt, tearing it open. Their hands roam all over my body, kneading, pinching, and pulling on my breasts and my stomach. Baby is the first to lean down and wrap his mouth around my nipple, his eyes staring straight up at me.
“She’s even more beautiful covered in sweat,” Romance sighed dreamily. He fondles my breast and pulls my nipple.
“That she is…”
Jinu turned my face toward him. He doesn’t just kiss me, he consumes my mouth. His tongue is much longer than earlier and slides down my throat, almost making me gag.
“I can’t wait to taste that cunt,” Abby groaned from over my right shoulder, having moved there at some point. Things were happening so fast, that you could barely keep up with anything.
“Trust me, it tastes fucking amazing.” Jinu groaned as he pulled away from my mouth, spit connecting us.
Plap, plap, plap.
Mystery’s thrusts become more sloppy and uncoordinated. He digs his sharp nails into my thighs, his body arching more, his hips angling to thrust deeper inside me. His balls slam against my ass, wet droplets of my slick and Jinu’s cum splattering everywhere. When he pulls back, I can catch a glimpse of his face as he was angled above me. Fuck, I knew it would be beautiful.
Romance moves his face to mine, his lips pressing to mine before he shoves his tongue inside my mouth, exploring me. I let my tongue run along his, spit getting everywhere. His mouth suctions against mine, slurping up my spit before he pulls away. He lets his slender fingers travel down my nape to my clit, stroking it up and down as Mystery destroys my fucking cunt. The slick gets all over Romance’s fingers with each slam forward from Mystery.
The thrusting lasts a few more seconds before Mystery finally growls. He shoves everyone else out of the way (except for Jinu, who was still helping him keep me up). Romance is removed from my cunt and Baby from my breast. The wetness against my nipple cools, making the flesh harden.
Mystery shoves his cock all the way inside me, cum exploding from his cock against my sensitive walls.
At the same time, I cum, my knees shaking. A burst of cum shoots out of my pussy, getting all over Mystery’s lower abdomen and mine. I also feel it cascading down my ass.
“Please…! Mercy!” I sobbed as I pleaded.
Jinu scoffed. “What did I say about begging, slut? Shut your fucking mouth.”
“You’re far too rough, Jinu dear.” Romance scoffed.
The male with the pink hair shoves Jinu by his arm, bravely pushing his leader out of the way. My body shifts before Romance takes over holding me. He holds me differently from Jinu, softly. Like I was a delicate flower that would wilt without love and care. He presses his lips against my neck, then to my cheek.
“I would still love to have you as my model…Especially after little sessions like this,” he cooed to me.
One of his hands disappeared under me. I tense when I feel a cock rub against my asshole. Romance shoves the leaking cum from my cunt down down before sliding deep into my asshole.
“AHH!!” I screamed, throwing my head back.
Romance shushes me. “Shhh, it’ll be uncomfortable, but the more you relax it’ll feel better. Just relax your body, okay love?” He whispered calmly against my ear. He was a more gentle presence next to my ear than Jinu had been.
“I want to go again.” Mystery mumbled, hands tightening on my hips. I could tell that he was eager to continue but was waiting for Romance.
Abby groaned. “Seriously? But you just went!” he complained.
“Let the man get it out of his system,” Jinu responded. “You know what kind of dog Mystery becomes when he doesn’t cum as much as he needs to.”
Abby groaned. “Fine.”
My mind spun. How many rounds would each man last?
Mystery didn’t have to wait much longer for his bandmate to bottom out. Romance closed the last inch of his cock inside my ass with a single hard thrust, his pelvis flush against my ass. My fingers and toes curl.
Mystery grunted and began to trust again. Romance joined him, the two silently finding a rhythm. When Romance pulled out, Mystery thrust forward. Then Romance would thrust in and Mystery pulled out.
Drool slips out of the side of my mouth as the males use me for a while longer. Abby leans down and licks it right up. His tongue brushes against my teeth and lips.
“I wonder what it’s like to have her sucking on our cocks.” Baby leans his cheek against my chest. He takes his drenched piece of candy and draws on my flesh with it, then licks the flavorful spit trail up.
Mystery lasts for only a while longer. His sloppy thrusts become the telltale sign of being close to cumming again. Sure enough, he slams inside and cums another large load that is barely able to fit inside my already stuffed cunt.
Romance paused for a moment, balls deep inside me but he was nowhere close to finishing himself. Panting, Mystery pressed his palm on my stomach before he pulled out, my knees shaking as he did so. If it wasn’t for Romance holding me, I would have fallen to the ground.
Abby took Mystery’s place a second later. The tall and buff male smirked down at me. He ran a clawed finger up my inner thigh before hooking into my cunt. Mystery’s and Jinu’s cum oozed onto the finger. He admired it.
“Now it’s my turn. I hope he stretched that fucking cunt.” Abby snarled and pumped his cock. My eyes widened at the sight of the massive cock with veins that pulsed. At this point, I was getting it mixed up on who was larger than who.
Abby pressed inside me and his cum coated pelvis met mine in an instant. There was a lewd squelch as he sheathed inside me.
At this point, I couldn’t feel my cunt. I couldn’t feel anything as Abby bulged me worse than Jinu and Mystery did.
“Oh sweet thing, you take us both so well,” Romance chuckled.
“I’ve never had a cunt stretch like this without breaking.” Abby smirked.
Romance kissed my cheek in a failed attempt to comfort me. Abby and Romance met eye contact. They smirked before they adjusted me between them, pressing closer together until I’m pretty much folded in half between them. My head is on Romance’s shoulder and my ankles up on Abby’s shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re swallowing me, baby girl.Your cunt’s so hungry for me.” Abby smirked and started the pace. Romance and Abby aren’t as in sync as Romance and Mystery were, but they eventually find a flow that makes me see stars, another orgasm being coaxed out of me.
Abby and Romance pressed their faces into my neck. They lick, suck, and bite the flesh until my neck was covered with so many hickies that it was just pure dark purple. Abby licks a stripe up the center of my neck before kissing me on the lips. His tongue plunges into my mouth, Romance and Abby slamming in and out of me mercilessly.
I could barely keep my eyes open. At some point, I think I had passed out and woke up when Romance shoved his thumb into my mouth.
“Hnng…!” Romance grunted and hilted all the way inside my asshole, releasing his seed in long quick spurts. He digs his teeth into my neck, holding me to the spot as he thrusted upward. Once he was fully inside my body, he stopped and rested inside me, plugging all his cum inside my ass.
Abby continued his thrusting, his hands stroking up and down my legs in a soft, caressing manner. He smirked down at me.
“Mmmm, babe, you look so sexy in my arms. You think that you can fit more of my cum inside you? You already have so many loads inside you.” His eyes flicker down to my cunt. “I’m getting it all over myself babe…Might have to press your face against my cock and let you lick it all off me.”
Romance nuzzled his face next to my ear. He bit behind my ear and chortled softly. “He will make you do it too, baby girl, so don’t tempt him.” He rocked his hips but wasn’t fully thrusting inside me anymore. Abby was doing all the work now.
“Th-Thank you, Romance. Thank you, Abby.” I whined. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Words stopped functioning inside my brain.
Abby chuckled. Some beads of sweat dripped down the tip of his nose, falling onto my body. He grunted and thrusted inside me, his hips shakily pounding inside me. There was a messy overflow of cum that rushed from my body when Abby came, his load lasting longer than Mystery’s, which meant that there was a lot of it.
The male smirked and pulled half way out, watching the way the cum could barely fit inside with an entertained expression.
“See? What did I tell you? Getting all that cum all over my abs.” Abby pressed my hand against his body, forcing my fingers to spread the sticky cum, drenching his happy trail.
Both Romance and Abby pull out, leaving me breathless. Abby holds my cheek against his chest, holding me up while my legs wobble and nearly give out again.
Romance grinned and bent over, looking as his cum and his bandmate’s cum leaked out of my body, having nowhere else to go while my womb was already so stuffed full of them all. Well, almost. Baby still had yet to be inside me.
A hand came down on my ass.
“Hnng!” I whined and turned my face so my cheek was still pressed against Abby but I could see what was going on behind me. Every other Saja Boy was behind me, sneering. I couldn’t tell who had spanked me, but I had a feeling that Jinu was the perpetrator since his smirk was more devilish.
Abby moved me and laid me out on the cold floor of the stage, finally letting me rest. My heels are pressed into the floor and my legs spread.
I closed my eyes, thinking I would have a moment to breathe. I just felt my own body for a moment. The sting in my vagina and in my asshole was noteworthy, and the cum leaking out of me was neverending.
A body climbed over me, and my eyes shot open.
Romance was on top of me. Pink hair flowed down his face and got in mine. He stroked my cheek and tucked hair behind my ear as he stroked my inner thigh straight up to my core. “We’re not quite done with you, beautiful sweet thing.” He chuckled, his pelvis slamming into mine as he thrusted into my cunt. He filled me within seconds.
I whimpered, unable to fully moan. My throat felt too shredded and ached from screaming.
Romance pushed my legs up by my knees, stroking the sensitive part that was on the underside of my knee. Someone grabs my ankles, and when I look up it's a smug Abby, his cock close to my face.
How many times were they going to use me…?
Baby kneels next to me, his fingers pressing against my lips. He opens my willing mouth and shoves a piece of sour candy into my mouth. I cringe, closing my eyes at the flavor. Almost immediately, a cock is shoved into my mouth. It’s stubby compared to the other males but still larger than any other regular man, still reaching the back of my throat with hardly any effort.
When my eyes opened, it had been Baby who had done the deed. He had pulled my head to the side, holding onto my hair as he thrusts in and out, spreading the taste of salt and sour back and forth over my tongue. I struggled to not swallow and choke on the candy as he used my mouth.
I clawed at the ground as Romance pounded into my cunt and Baby slid in and out of my mouth. My hands are grabbed and cocks fill them. Abby and Mystery forced me to cup them as they thrusted, using my fingers as their own personal cocksleeve. Abby now held my ankles with one hand. All of my holes, except my asshole, were being used. If only Jinu had laid down first before Romance had pounced on me…
Fuck, I’m such a fucking whore.
Romance doesn’t last long before he cums again. He barely has time to lean down and kiss me before Jinu pulls him away by his hips.
“Hey!” Romance snarled.
“If you step in the way of me being inside of her, I will rip your fucking head off,” Jinu snarled back at the male, pointing a clawed finger at the man.
This made the other Saja Boys back off from me. My legs fell back down on the ground, shaking.
Baby pouted. “I still haven’t been inside her. When is it going to be my turn?”
“You can have her after me. Just shut up right now.”
Jinu grabbed my hips. I am weak as he pulls me to my hands and knees. I’m barely able to hold myself up even with my hands bracing on the ground. Jinu pulled my ass into the air and slammed into my sopping cunt.
“You’re stretched out, my little slut.” Jinu smirked and shoved his thumb into my asshole, using it as leverage for his brutal thrusts. He pulls me back and forth against his cock, forcing the entirety of it inside before pulling out.
My flushed cheek feels amazing against the cool ground but it doesn’t last long. Baby grabbed my face and yanked me off the floor. He shoved his cock back into my mouth. Jinu and Baby spit roasted me right there. I propped myself on Baby’s thighs, holding them as he thrusted back and forth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I tasted the leftover sour candy on his cock.
Mystery came closer, kneeling next to Baby. He stroked his cock back and forth, pushing his foreskin back and forth. Baby paused briefly and smirked down at me as Mystery brought the tip of his cock toward my mouth, shoving it inside as well.
“Look at that…she can take two cocks in her mouth at once.” Jinu laughs. He brings a hand down against my ass again. “That’s something special.”
“I’m just glad it’s my cock,” Mystery mumbled.
I gag. I drool. When Jinu thrusted forward, it forced me to take the two cocks further. Tears welled at the overwhelming sensations that came from every direction, especially when Jinu added fingers to my clit, swiping it back and forth.
How was it that the more they all fucked me, that they got more energized?
Romance and Abby took my hands and placed it on their cocks. They pull my hands back and forth on them. My arms are weak but eventually I got the message and stroked them myself. Now. I was somehow pleasuring each of the Saja Boys at the same time.
Nothing was going to be normal after this.
I would never be the same after having the Saja Boys in all my holes.
My holes would always be wrecked for anyone else.
Cum comes from everywhere. It floods my mouth, it gets on my back and my hair, and Jinu fills me up again.
This time, no one catches me when I collapse to the ground as the three men pull away.
I whined when Abby dragged me closer to him, pulling me into his lap. “Don’t worry babe…I have at least one more load in me for you…” He stroked my cunt, flicking it until I was almost convulsing in his lap.
“Hey!” Baby snapped at the man, who paused his ministrations on my clit. “I still haven’t been inside her cunt once. If you’re going to use her, you better use her ass, because I need a fucking turn.” The male growled.
“That’s fine with me,” Abby compromised calmly.
Abby pushes into my asshole, spreading my legs open for Baby, who positioned himself between my legs before thrusting inside me. Baby moaned and pressed his lips against mine, happily thrusting and using me alongside Abby. I was mush but I did my best to kiss Baby back, my tongue swirling with his, tasting all the candy he had eaten that night.
My hands are filled, each Saja Boy taking turns having their cocks on or in me. It’s all a messy blur as they switch out. One cock is in my hand before suddenly it’s another. I couldn’t keep up.
Abby cums before Baby and pulled out. Baby grabbed at me and flipped me so I straddled Abby’s abs. Baby thrusts back inside me but inside my ass this time. As he thrust forward, he forced my cummy cunt to spread against Abby’s abs, making a bigger mess and spreading it all over himself.
“Fuck babe.” Abby rested both arms cockily behind him as he watched me with glee.
Cum hits my back. It gets everywhere all over me, covering me in a thin sheet of sexual fluids. It fills my mouth, forever changing my tastebuds.
When my eyes lock forward, I see Jinu standing next to Romance. Both their cocks are half hard. The males were smirking, nowhere close to being done with me. “Maybe we should take her home and keep her.” Jinu crossed his arms. “She can be our constant supply of sex and powers.”
“I agree.” Romance held his chin.
My eyes were torn away from them when Mystery shoved himself into my mouth again, holding the back of my head as he thrusted in and out of me. I close my eyes and suck on his cock. I don’t have any other choice.
I don’t know when I pass out. But when I wake up, plugs are in my holes but otherwise I’m clean and no longer covered in fluids.
I’m also somewhere else entirely. An arm is draped across my chest, and when I look - The Saja Boys are all in one bed, asleep next to me.
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