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hot spring | thirst! romance saja & abby saja x reader

minors dni— the three of you share a hot spring—but it turns out demons can’t resist touching when their skin is wet.

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the hot spring was hidden deep in the mountains— a perfect getaway after their world tour. the stars blinked lazily above, shrouded in mist, while the steam curled around the jagged rocks like fingers coaxing secrets from the night.

"so… we're actually done."

you leaned back against the edge of the rock, steam curling around your bare shoulders. your arms rested along the stone rim of the hot spring, every muscle aching in that delicious post-tour way. after months of late-night flights, screaming fans, tight schedules, and the chaos that came with managing a group of supernatural idols—this silence felt unreal.

"feels weird, huh?" abby slid into the water beside you, his dark hair slicked back, glowing gold eyes watching you lazily. “no mics. no cameras. no rowdy crowds.”

"just boiling ourselves in a mountain spring," you teased.

romance chuckled as he waded in on your other side, a towel slung low on his hips before he let it fall to the rocks. water beaded down his chest as he sank in, sighing like a man reborn.

“honestly, i think you worked harder than all of us."

you laughed. "don’t start. you two and the others are the ones singing your souls out every night. i just yell at people on the phone and try to stop you from fighting over who gets to pick stage outfits."

"you do yell impressively well," romance said with a grin. "makes me wonder what else you’d sound like when you’re—"

"romance," abby warned, but his lips twitched.

"—annoyed," romance finished innocently.

you rolled your eyes, smirking. "don’t test me. i’m still your assistant manager. kind of."

"not right now you aren’t," abby murmured, voice quieter now. "right now you're just… you. with us. no job titles."

you looked between them. they weren’t teasing anymore. the tension was quiet, warm, almost reverent. you swallowed hard.

“thanks for sticking with us,” romance said suddenly. “three years. you never once bailed. even when we were assholes.”

"especially when you were assholes," you muttered.

abby smiled softly. “you kept us sane.”

“you’re… everything,” romance added. “and we’ve been good, haven’t we? behaved? respected you?”

"yes," you said slowly.

"can we stop, then?" romance asked. his tone was low. deliberate.

you blinked. "stop what?"

abby moved closer behind you, water rippling gently. "pretending we don’t feel it. this."

your chest tightened.

romance’s voice dropped. "we're demons. when our skin gets wet.. touch becomes a need. and it’s worse when it’s someone we already crave."

abby’s hands brushed your shoulders, thumbs tracing slowly down your arms underwater.

“we want you. but only if you say yes."

the air felt hotter than the spring itself. you looked between them—your boys, your best friends, your impossible, beautiful headaches. they'd always been close.

too close, sometimes.

this wasn’t out of nowhere.

you’d felt it for a long time.

"then stop holding back," you breathed.

romance’s lips curved, and you felt his hands creep up your thighs.

“atta girl.”

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summon | smut! jinu saja x reader

minors dni— you accidentally summon a demon—and the only way to seal the contract is through physical submission.

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you were a problem child.

always had been.

restless, sharp-tongued, too curious for your own good.

and when you found the old leather-bound book tucked behind broken floorboards in the attic of your dead grandmother’s house—

you didn’t hesitate.

its pages whispered things.

not out loud, but in the way the ink curled, in how the symbols moved ever so slightly when you weren’t looking.

it smelled like dust and sin.

and you devoured it.

especially one page.

a ritual.

something ancient.

a summoning.

you traced the symbols in candlewax on the apartment floor, lips curling into a half-smile as you read the incantation out loud—just to see.

just to feel something.

because even chaos felt better than boredom.

what you didn’t expect was for the flames to flare blue.

or the mirror to crack.

or the air to turn electric, thick with something wrong.

and then… he appeared.

tall. shirtless. barefoot. smoke coiling around him like shadow.

his eyes were gold—bright, slitted, inhuman.

horns curved from thick dark hair, and his body was all lean muscle and arrogance.

he was beautiful in a way that made your thighs press together without thinking.

“someone desperate,” he drawled, voice velvet-smooth and dark as hell itself.

“how rare. and how lucky—for me.”

you stared, heart thudding.

“what… are you?”

“your punishment or your pleasure..” he smirked, slowly approaching. “depending on how you behave.”

he looked down at the circle on the floor, then at you.

“you said the words. you want something. and the contract only seals one way.”

he stepped closer, eyes gleaming.

“you submit.”

your lips parted—but no sound came.

your body burned, flushed with something hotter than fear.

you should have run.

but your knees were already going weak.

and worse—your core was already aching.

a low, shameful heat coiled deep between your thighs, thick and pulsing.

it bloomed fast, hot, and unrelenting—

like your body had already decided long before your mind could catch up.

he circled you like a predator, bare feet silent against the hardwood floor, golden eyes drinking you in.

his voice dropped, molten and slow:

“i can smell it on you.”

he stopped behind you, breath brushing your ear.

“you’re dripping.”

your lips parted, a soft breath escaping—pure sin caught between panic and longing.

there was a tremble in your hands, but it wasn’t fear.

not really.

you knew fear.

this was different.

this was your body betraying you.

wetness already dampening your panties.

nipples hardened beneath your thin tank top.

your thighs pressed tighter together, trying to hide how badly you wanted—needed—him to touch you.

you felt his fingers trace your spine, slow, just his claws grazing your skin through the fabric.

your breath hitched.

“you read the ritual,” he murmured, “but not the fine print, hm?”

his palm cupped your throat, tilting your head back against his shoulder.

“you don’t ask for power without paying in kind.”

“and this?”

his hand slid down, fingertips brushing the hem of your shorts.

“this is the currency.”

he spun you around and kissed you—

not soft.

not sweet.

he devoured you.

his mouth claimed yours with open hunger, lips hot, tongue slick and possessive, and when you moaned, it sounded like worship.

you tasted like need and sin, and he kissed you like you were something already his.

your hands gripped his chest without thinking—

solid, warm, muscles flexing under your palms.

his hands gripped your ass, lifting you as though you weighed nothing.

your legs wrapped around his waist, instinctual. greedy. helpless.

he carried you toward the bed that hadn’t been there minutes ago—summoned just like him.

dark sheets, silk-soft.

pillows like black smoke.

an altar made for sacrifice.

for submission.

he laid you down like you were a gift.

then knelt between your thighs like you were the god.

“take off your clothes,” he ordered.

not loud—but low, commanding, soaked in lust.

“slow. let me see what kind of greedy little girl plays with hell.”

you obeyed.

because something inside you liked being told.

you peeled your top over your head, baring your breasts to the warm air, nipples already tight and aching.

his gaze darkened, pupils widening.

you rolled your shorts down your legs, leaving you exposed—wet, flushed, wanting.

he crawled up over you, lips brushing your navel, then lower.

lower.

lower.

“i could tear you apart,” he growled against your inner thigh.

“but you’d beg me for more, wouldn’t you?”

his tongue slid up your slick folds—one long, slow, claiming stroke.

you moaned—high, helpless, shaking.

your hands tangled in his hair, thighs trembling as he devoured you like something holy.

his tongue worked your clit in perfect circles, in devastating flicks, in slow strokes that had your spine arching, your voice breaking.

“oh god—” you gasped.

he groaned into your cunt like your taste was the finest sin. “there’s no god here, doll.”

he lapped at your clit, eliciting a sinful, loud moan from you.

“only me.”

then he pulled away—face slick, eyes gleaming.

“ready to seal that contract, little summoner?”

you nodded, breathless.

he grinned—then sank into you with one slow, deep thrust.

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greed | smut! sub! baby saja x dom! idol! reader

minors dni— sub-dom dynamics; you were a member of (oc) PULZE, and you had a secret.. baby saja. your stress reliever.

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you were having a hard time at work today.

being the main rapper of the newest up-and-coming idol band PULZE gave you more stress than joy.

nothing was ever enough.

not the lyrics. not the angles. not the look.

everyone wanted more. better lyrics. better choreography. better performance.

so when your manager finally said, “alright girls, that’s it for today,”

you nearly melted on the spot.

as the members of your idol group began to disperse, all heading back to your shared penthouse, you stayed behind.

someone was picking you up.

a friend.

well… not really.

more than friends?

maybe.

but your relationship wasn’t normal.

whenever you needed to let off steam, he was there.

and when he needed to be ruined?

you gave it to him.

today, though—today was your turn.

and you’d texted him during your break earlier. short. direct. demanding.

you. me. tonight. don’t make me wait.

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but he did.

you didn’t even glance at him when you slid into the passenger seat of his sleek black sports car, your body still buzzing from hours of choreography, mic checks, and fake smiles.

“took you long,” you muttered, crossing your arms, jaw tight with irritation.

“sorry,” he said quietly.

you scoffed, eyes on the road ahead, tension rolling off your body like heat.

“you will be.”

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the moment the door shut behind you at his condo, the tension snapped.

you didn’t ask—you took.

he barely had time to kick his shoes off before you grabbed his shirt and pushed him back against the nearest surface.

you kissed him hard— and he felt himself melt into your possessive lips.

greedy.

you needed to taste, bite, leave your mark.

his lips parted for you like he was starved.

he was.

but you were hungrier.

you pulled away, watching his eyes follow you, wide and waiting.

“strip,” you said flatly.

he blinked—but obeyed.

without question, without hesitation.

his hoodie hit the floor first, then his shirt, his fingers trembling slightly as he peeled away the layers.

his belt clinked softly as it unbuckled, jeans sliding down his thighs.

you sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, watching him with an intensity that made his skin prickle.

he stood in nothing but his boxers, already hard, his breath coming faster than it should.

you tilted your head.

“color?”

“green,” he whispered. his safe word for the evening.

your lip curled slightly.

“good boy.”

you grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, guiding him to kneel between your legs.

your hand tangled in his hair, fingers tugging just hard enough to make him gasp.

“you know why i asked to see you tonight?”

he nodded.

“long day,” he murmured. “you needed—”

you tightened your grip in his hair, making him groan in pleasure.

“i didn’t ask for commentary.”

“yes—sorry,” he whispered again.

you pulled him in and kissed him hard—teeth, tongue, frustration.

he melted instantly, needy and obedient, his hands resting on your thighs, waiting for instruction.

you shoved him back onto the bed, standing to undress slowly, deliberately, enjoying the way his eyes followed every movement, wide and awestruck like he was seeing you for the first time.

you climbed over him, straddling his waist.

his hips lifted instinctively, trying to grind against you, but you pinned him down with a single hand against his chest.

“so impatient,” you muttered, half-lidded yet starved eyes raking over baby saja’s toned body that was yours to ravish.

“and you haven’t even earned it yet.”

he whimpered, cock twitching beneath his boxers.

you dragged your nails down his stomach, slow and cruel, watching the way his muscles jumped under your touch.

then you slid lower, lips ghosting over his navel, your fingers hooking under the waistband of his boxers before yanking them down in one swift motion.

he gasped—feeling the way the cold air hit the tip of his cock, sending a dangerous shiver down his spine.

you gave him one long, lazy stroke and smirked at the way his hips jerked.

“such a mess already,” you murmured.

“and i’ve barely even touched you.”

he let out a shaky breath, fingers fisting the sheets.

“please,” he whispered. “let me—”

you silenced him with your mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock.

he let out a loud, filthy moan that made you rub your thighs in anticipation.

you licked, sucked, stroked him slow and deep, until he was trembling under you, begging with his body for more.

but you stopped just before he could fall over that edge.

you moved up, grabbing his jaw.

“you don’t get to come until i say so,” you said against his lips.

“understood?”

“y-yes,” he breathed.

you took him in one hand and sank down onto him, slow and tight, moaning low in your throat as you filled yourself with him.

his back arched, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent gasp.

you started to ride him hard, hips slamming into his with brutal rhythm, chasing the high you deserved after today’s hell.

“this is what you’re good for,” you hissed.

“a pretty little cock to fuck all my stress away.”

he whimpered, desperate and shaking, completely at your mercy.

“mmgh— you feel so good..” your name spilled from his lips like a prayer.

and when you finally let yourself come, body clenching around him, you dragged him over the edge with you, his release thick and hot inside you, his moans broken and blissed out.

you didn’t stop moving.

not right away.

not until the frustration had been fucked out of you—

and he was limp beneath you, his cock softening, body twitching every few seconds as he tried to recover from the high you’d dragged out of him again and again.

your fingers traced his jaw lazily, possessively.

he looked ruined—exactly how you wanted him.

he dared to speak first, voice hoarse and quiet.

“feel better now?”

you smiled, but baby noticed that there was a greedy glint in your eyes, which made his cock throb with want.

“no,” you murmured, leaning down to bite softly at his lower lip.

“not even close.”

you rolled your hips again, feeling him twitch inside you.

he gasped—already too sensitive, but feeling his arousal return.

“you thought i just needed once?” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.

“baby, i’ve had a bad fucking week.”

your fingers wrapped around his throat again, and his eyes widened as you elicited a moan from his mouth with your ministrations.

“so you better brace yourself,” you breathed as his cock hardened inside you once more.

“because i’m not done taking.”

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lie detector challenge | smut! romance saja x huntrix member! reader

minors dni— implied exhibitionism; the two biggest players of the two biggest idol groups duke it out on a lie detector challenge. and as it turns out, you’re the biggest liar.

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romance saja was a playboy—every fan knew that.

silver tongue, dangerous smile, and a reputation that stretched across every city his group toured.

you weren’t any better.

as the maknae and sultry vocalist of huntrix, you had your own trail of broken hearts and heated headlines.

between the two of you?

it was only a matter of time.

so when saja boys and huntrix were thrown together on a late-night variety show to play “lie detector,” everyone expected sparks.

but not this kind.

your hand was strapped in, lips already curled into a smirk as you locked eyes with him across the table.

he was cocky—lounging in his seat like he owned the stage, licking his lips just to taunt you.

and you? you were ready to play.

“would you date romance saja?”

the host’s voice was practically vibrating with excitement.

you scoffed.

“no.”

BZZT.

the zap hit your palm, and the crowd lost their minds.

romance leaned forward, eyes gleaming, voice a low purr.

“caught lying already, sweetheart?”

you glared.

he grinned.

-

it all went downhill from there.

or maybe it was always going to end like this—

your palms braced on the vanity table, breath fogging the mirror, your makeup smeared from sweat and kissing and his fingers tangling in your hair.

romance saja had you bent over, your skirt hitched up, panties hanging somewhere on the floor, and his cock buried deep inside you.

“so much for not wanting me,” he growled into your ear, his chest pressed against your back, thrusts slow and so deep they knocked every bit of defiance from your mouth.

you moaned his name in hushed, desperate tones—

the kind that weren’t meant to be heard by a room full of staff just outside the dressing room door.

“say it again,” he whispered, fucking into you harder, dragging another gasp from your lips.

“i wanna hear my name from that cocky little mouth of yours.”

you bit your bottom lip, eyes rolling back as your body trembled from the heat building low in your stomach.

you hated him.

you wanted him.

your nails clawed at the table, legs shaking as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot that made you cry out.

“fuck, you feel even better than i imagined,” he groaned, voice breathless, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“tight, wet, needy... just for me.”

your knees nearly buckled when his fingers reached around to circle your clit—rough, fast, relentless.

“romance—” you gasped, your body trembling, “i’m—gonna—”

“do it,” he growled.

“cum for me. like the dirty little liar you are.”

and when your orgasm hit—violent, pulsing, overwhelming—you collapsed against the table, crying his name like a secret you couldn’t keep.

he followed moments after, cursing low as he spilled inside you, thrusts slowing but no less intense, riding it out until you were both breathless, soaked, and spent.

you looked at him in the mirror, dazed.

he smirked, still inside you, sweat dripping down his temple.

“so,” he murmured, hands on your hips.

“ready to admit you’d date me?”

you smiled, lips swollen, eyes glassy.

“depends…”

his brow arched.

“on?”

you rolled your hips, making him moan.

“…how fast you recover.”

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still not a fan? | smut! abby saja x reader

minors dni— implied exhibitionism; it was supposed to be just another day at the gym.. until abby saja walked in.

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it was just another day at the gym.

same weights, same playlist, same half-broken treadmill you always chose.

you weren’t there to impress anyone. just to sweat, burn, and leave.

but then he walked in.

abby saja.

you knew the face.

he was everywhere—on magazine covers, glossy billboards, half-naked on every other fitness ad.

main dancer of saja boys, the internet called him.

god-tier visuals. unfair abs. a jawline carved for sin.

you could practically hear the gym staff swoon the moment he entered.

but you?

you kept running.

-

you felt him before you saw him.

the way the air shifted beside you, the subtle scent of clean sweat and high-end cologne.

“you run like you’re being chased,” he said, tone teasing. smooth. practiced.

you glanced sideways.

he was jogging on the treadmill beside yours now—shirt clinging to muscle, lips tilted in that effortless smirk that probably made millions scream.

you rolled your eyes.

“not in the mood for pickup lines, idol boy.”

his brow quirked, clearly not used to being brushed off.

but that only made him grin wider.

“interesting,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

then—“i like a challenge.”

you ignored him.

or at least, tried to.

-

the gym was nearly empty when you finished.

you ducked into the shower room, peeling off your soaked clothes, letting the hot water run over your skin.

you didn’t hear the door open.

but you felt him.

your heart jumped as you turned—

abby saja, shirtless, towel slung low on his hips, leaning against the tiled wall like sin incarnate.

“you really gonna act like you don’t want this?” he said, voice low and liquid.

he stepped closer. the steam coiled around his body like it knew.

“i saw the way your eyes dipped when i took off my shirt.”

you swallowed. “get out.”

but it lacked bite.

he tilted his head.

“say it like you mean it, baby.”

another step.

then he was in front of you, the heat from his body almost hotter than the water.

you reached out—maybe to shove him away.

but your fingers curled into his chest instead.

solid.

cut from muscle and heat and want.

“you’re trouble,” you whispered.

he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“then stop pretending you don’t want to get in it.”

you didn’t stop him when his hands found your waist.

didn’t pull away when his mouth found your neck, kissing, biting, dragging fire along your skin.

his hands slid lower, squeezing your ass as he pressed you back against the tile.

you gasped when he lifted your leg, letting your thigh hook around his hip.

his cock was hard—thick, already slick with precome—pressing against your entrance.

“say it,” he groaned.

“say you want me.”

you didn’t.

you moaned it.

he sank into you in one slow, devastating thrust.

your fingers gripped his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as he filled you, stretched you, made your knees buckle.

“fuck me,” you gasped, your head falling back.

he smirked, “already am.”

the shower pounded down as he pounded into you.

your moans echoed off the walls, obscene and unfiltered.

“so cocky on the treadmill,” he grunted, thrusting harder.

“but now? just a pretty little thing dripping all over my dick.”

your walls clenched around him as you came, your body burning with every snap of his hips.

it started in your core and exploded outward, your thighs trembling around his hips, walls clenching so tight around his cock it pulled a filthy groan from deep in his throat.

your back arched off the tile, mouth falling open in a breathless cry as pleasure surged through you

he fucked you through it, then came moments later, groaning your name like a curse, like a song.

when you finally caught your breath, still pinned against the tile, he smirked.

“still not a fan?”

you glared.

but your body gave you away.

already aching for more.

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claim | smut! mystery saja x stripper reader

minors dni— voyeurism; you thought this was just another normal shift at your work at the strip club. but things take a dark turn when you clock out.

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you didn’t love this job.

you hated the way the stage lights painted your skin in red.

not because it embarrassed you—but because it made it easier for men to pretend you were just another body.

just a fantasy.

but fantasy was what paid your bills.

the music throbbed low and dirty as you dragged your palm down the pole, body rolling to the beat, lips parted in a fake moan for the men who threw crumpled bills at your feet like offerings.

and yet—

what you didn’t see, behind the shadows and smoke,

was him.

he sat in the farthest corner booth, black hood drawn low, the glow of a cigarette ember barely lighting the sharp edge of his jaw.

he didn’t cheer. didn’t throw cash.

he watched.

like a predator.

like he already owned you.

you felt it in the way your body shivered mid-routine.

eyes on you—his eyes.

you locked eyes with him for half a second—just a flicker.

and it made your thighs press together.

-

you had barely stepped into the alley behind the club, trash bags stacked near the exit, heels clicking on wet pavement—

when two men stepped out from the dark.

"hey baby, you done putting on your little show?" one sneered, breath sour.

"thought you might give us a private dance."

your stomach dropped.

your fists clenched, ready to scream—until another voice cut through the air.

"back off."

deep. calm. laced with something lethal.

the men turned—only for one of them to fly back against the wall with a sickening thud, the other choked mid-shout.

within seconds, it was over.

the alley was silent—except for your breathing.

he stepped out of the shadows, blood splatter on his sleeve.

mystery saja.

hood still low, eyes glowing faintly beneath it.

you backed up slightly. “w-who are you?”

he tilted his head.

"no one good," he said, stalking toward you.

“i’m just as much of a bad guy.”

a pause.

“maybe even worse.”

he stopped just a breath away from you.

your back hit the brick wall.

"they would've taken something from you," he said, low and quiet.

"but i earned it."

your breath caught as his fingers slid along your jaw, tilting your face to his.

“so now…”

his lips grazed your ear.

“what do i get for saving you?”

your body trembled—half fear, half something hotter.

a slow, burning ache bloomed low in your stomach, pulsing with every second his eyes stayed on you.

you should have been terrified.

but the way his gaze devoured you made your thighs press together without thinking, heat slicking between them.

your breath hitched as he stepped closer, and suddenly the danger didn’t feel like something to escape—

it felt like something to surrender to.

your nipples tightened beneath your thin top, your skin hypersensitive, every inch of you aware of how close he was.

he hadn't even touched you yet, but your body was already betraying you, aching to be handled, to be used.

and that terrifying truth made your knees weak.

"i—i don't know..."

he smirked. “then let me decide.”

his mouth crashed into yours—rough, claiming. his hands already dragging your clothes aside, pressing you harder against the wall.

your leg was hitched around his waist before you could think,

and then—

he was inside you, filling you completely, pushing a gasp from your lips that he swallowed whole.

your nails scraped his back through his hoodie, your hips rolling instinctively, chasing the heat between your thighs.

he groaned against your neck, thrusts deep and deliberate.

“fuck, you feel like you were made for this,” he breathed.

“for me.”

and there—

in the cold alley behind a strip club,

pinned by a man you still didn’t know,

you realized this wasn’t a rescue.

it was a claim.

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built for sin | smut! baby saja x famous rapper reader

minors dni—baby saja wasnt a jealous guy. but when you showed up and started to steal his fans, the soulless demon rapper decided to retaliate in more unholy ways than one.

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baby saja didn’t believe in fate.

he believed in chaos, in fire, in bending the world to his will.

but perhaps—just this once—he could believe.

because the way your clueless eyes scanned the afterparty crowd, half-lidded and glittering under dim lights, tipsy from the champagne in your hand, he knew.

this was his chance.

his chance to ruin you.

he watched the drink tilt between your fingers, the liquid gold already tainted by the slip of something darker, something he dropped in with a smile and a whisper you wouldn’t remember.

you didn’t even glance his way. not yet.

but you would.

-

you didn’t know how this happened.

one moment you were laughing, looking around for your girls from huntrix.

and now—

you were on all fours, head buried in silk sheets, your mouth spilling curses that melted into cries.

baby saja was behind you, his grip punishing on your hips, dragging you back to meet every unholy thrust.

his demon tattoos burned against your skin like brands, his breath ragged and low near your ear.

“still think you’re the only one the fans scream for?” he growled, voice dipped in lust and ego.

“look at you now, holy little idol. broken on a demon’s cock.”

you whimpered—sharp, breathy, sacred.

moans torn from your lips like confessions from a sinner too far gone.

he groaned when you clenched around him, tightening like you were trying to keep him buried in your soul.

“fuck—those sounds... you sound like your god made you just to be ruined by me.”

your body trembled under him, helpless and raw, hips jerking back to meet him halfway like you couldn’t get enough.

and he laughed, low and wicked.

“look at you,” he muttered, biting at your shoulder.

“rap queen on the mic, but in this bed? you’re mine.”

and god—or whatever pitiful heaven you believed in—could do nothing..

as the soulless demon made you beg..

like you were born for the stage but built for sin.

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holy hands, will it make me a sinner? | smut! jinu saja x reader

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he did not have a god.

he was a sinner.

he was a demon.

and he would kneel to no one.

but you...

as jinu laid you on the bed, watching the way your bodies met with every slow, punishing thrust—your legs wrapped tight around his waist, your nails carved into his back—he looked down at you like you were something divine. sweat rolled down his chest, muscles straining, jaw clenched.

you had him worshipping you on his knees, lips trailing down your body like he was tracing sacred scripture.

he prayed—desperate and breathless—that this poor sinner might get just one more taste of the holiest temptation that is you.

and on god,

he was thanking every deity he never believed in..

for letting him touch, taste, and ruin something so sacred.

“jinu—mnghh~” your moans—soft, ruined, holy—tumbled from your lips like the purest offering.

and jinu, with sin in his blood and devotion in his eyes,

sang your name like the sweetest praise a demon could give.

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strangers at a bar | smut! romance saja & abby saja x reader

minors dni — romance saja and abby saja, strangers you met at a bar, competing as to who can make you cum more times tonight.

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you don't know how you got into this position.

just an hour ago, you were sat in a bar, drinking away your fatigue from a long day at work and trying your best to ignore two strangers who call themselves 'kpop idols' who're fighting for your attention. the next thing you know, you're bent over a glass table in an expensive unknown condo unit, with a stranger's cock railing you from behind, and another fucking your throat into oblivion.

"taking my cock so well, darlin'— mmh, fuck." the light pink haired man continued drilling his long hard cock into your mouth, a faint metallic taste already pooling with the cum fucked into the back of your throat from the excessive stimulation.

"hnggh- aghh!" you were humming along to romance saja's praise, when the dark pink haired man who was fucking you from behind suddenly snapped his hips back forcefully.

"don't moan for him. 's not the one fucking your— agh-pussy, pretty lady." abby saja makes a point by thrusting forcefully again, the tip of his hard cock kissing your cervix and eliciting a pornographic moan from your throat.

"shut it, 'by." romance grunts as he continuously fucks into your mouth. "i had 'er pussy first, and made 'er cum more than you ever did."

abby scoffs as he pounded his cock into your pussy, "is that a challenge?"

romance smirks, "ya' best believe it is."

abby rolls his eyes at the pink haired vocalist and then looks at your fucked out expression.

"d'ya hear that, pretty?" with a mocking edge to his tone, he gently coaxed you. "rom’ wants me to prove that i can make you cum more times than him."

you involuntarily clench around his cock, partially due to the overstimulation, and the other part was because even through your fucked out mind, the thought of these two huge cocks fucking you until daybreak sounded so enticing.

"mmngh~" you nod your head as you moan incoherently, already fucked stupid by the two cocks taking you front and back, and feeling yourself on the brink of your fifth orgasm of the evening.

a smirk falls upon abby’s face as he pulls another orgasm from you.

"now that's what i like to hear."

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love from a demon | fluff! saja boy x reader

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how could a demon with no soul love?

that very question ran through his mind more than anyone else's.

he didn’t understand it—not fully, not yet. he wasn’t meant to. he was a demon.


love was a foreign thing to him.


he was darkness, you were light.

but, as he watches you throw your head back laughing at a silly reel you saw on your phone for the nth time that evening while you sat next to him on the couch, he smiled to himself.

it was in your eyes. the way you looked at the world like it hadn’t broken you, even when it had.


it was in your smile. the way the corners of your eyes crinkle and your dimples deepen.


it was in your heart. warm and kind.


it was in your hands when you reached for his without flinching.

how could a demon with no soul love?

the answer was clear.

love was you.

and somehow, impossibly, you had given it to him.

not despite what he was, but maybe because of it.


and now he knew—he didn’t need a soul to feel this.


he just needed you.

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methamphetamine hydYOUchloride I fluff ft. jinu saja & you

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the world warned him about alcohol, cigarettes, and all sorts of drugs.

but it never warned him about you.

the sweetest drug to ever exist. one look at your gorgeous smile, his mind would go haywire. his breath would be taken away. his heart would be beating right out of his chest. all his system functions would explode.

but he can't do anything about it.

that's the thing about drugs. you just can't get enough.

as his fingers combed the loose tendrils of your hair, and your eyes lovingly meet his brown eyed gaze as you lay down on his lap, him whispering sweet nothings that make you giggle because of your lover's randomness...

his heart flutters as the effects of his drug, you, kicks in again.

jinu is an addict.

but there's no way he'll ever go to rehab for it.

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