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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 days ago

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Strange as Fiction 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, delulu behaviour, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your visit to the library results in more than borrowing books.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: Deluluverse is ever growing.

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After some tension, Mr. Drysdale and his visitor, that man from the library, agree to have their coffee at the cafe. You can’t make yourself small enough once they’re gone. You can sense the stray glances and the whispers. Any office is ripe for gossip but a publishing house is always thirsty for a dramatic flair.

You slouch so you can’t see anyone past your monitor. You highly doubt this will help your case. Mr. Drysdale didn’t seem overly fond of Nick; they almost seemed antagonistic; competitive at best. Great, you’re never getting out of the swamp.

“You’re engaged?” Trina stands behind your monitor as she plays with a perfect wave around her face. “To him?”

Your brows arch. You want to tell her the truth. No! That man is lying. He might even be crazy!

“It’s not work-related,” you mutter.

“Him? Really?” Lorna rolls her chair closer. “He’s hot. How’d you manage that?”

You frown and look between them.

“Personal,” you sniff and focus on the screen.

Trina reaches down and hits the power button. “You have to tell us everything. Oof, he’s hot. Does he have friends?”

“Please, I don’t want to talk about it.”

You try to push the button to light up the monitor and she swats your fingers. You recoil. The last time you mentioned you even stepped foot in the library, they laughed in your face. They’re just here until they can get work for a much loftier executive.

“Come on. One interesting thing and you don’t want to talk about it?” Lorna rolls her eyes. “You have to. I told you about Andy.”

You didn’t ask her too. You crinkle your nose.

“There’s not much to say,” you shrug.

“You are so boring. There’s no way he’s with you,” Trina sneers.

Lorna laughs and you almost do the same. They’re right. He can’t be. He’s not! This has to be some twisted joke. Maybe it is.

You once more look between the women. Was it them? Did they do this? Would they really go to all that effort to humiliate you? Well, even if they did, you’re not letting them gloat. You’re not saying anything else.

“I have to work,” you push the power button.

Trina nearly knocks over your monitor as she backs up. Lorna blows a raspberry.

“Oh, he won’t be your problem for long, sweetie,” Trina pops her lips. “I’ll take him off your hands.”

She turns and struts away. You notice several heads turn as she does. You stare too. She’s the kind of woman Nick would go for. With his tailored jacket, his fancy watch, his expensive haircut. He drips wealth and confidence. You reek of anything but.

Lorna wheels back to her desk. You scroll up and down the inbox, clicking between that and the calendar. You can’t concentrate. Not through the dread and confusion. You just want this to be over.

As soon as Drysdale comes back and reveals it’s just a prank, you’ll be okay. Right? Everything will be as it was. Just as you like it. Quiet, easy, just you.

Your vision blurs as you run your finger across the space bar. Back and forth in a mindless limbo. You hear the elevator doors split but don’t react until Mr. Drysdale guffaws.

You glance over as he claps Nick’s shoulder. “You’re a mad man but dammit, you got a point.”

“Only had to repeat it ten times,” Nick drawls. “Cut the deal. Send it to my assistant.”

“Done and done,” Drysdale declares and sucks on the plastic lid of his coffee cup. “Gotta run. You’re bleeding into my eleven o’clock.”

You put your head down as footsteps rush by your desk. Drysdale’s door snaps shut and you pretend to write on a post-it, only scribbling circles around the edge. Another set of shoes tap towards you. Don’t look up, don’t look up.

You know it’s him before he speaks.

“Hey sweetheart, all yours. Just in time for lunch,” Nick drawls as he plants a hand on your desk. He leans as he hooks his other thumb in his pocket and bends one leg, pushing a toe into the floor. “What’re you in the mood for?”

You don’t react. You still the pen as your hand shakes and you put it down. You grab your mouse and wiggle it around.

“Mr. Fowler, was it?” Trina approaches. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“All good,” he says dismissively. “Just waiting on my lady.”

“If you change your mind, my name is--”

“I don’t care,” he shifts and reaches to pet your sleeve. “Baby, we gotta talk. You know, there’s lots for us to figure out still.”

You shake your head. “No. There’s not.”

“I’d say there is. If we’re going to get married.”

“Married?” You squeak and sit up. Trina looks back before she reaches her desk. Lorna stares and several others tear their attention from their screens. You cover your mouth. You take a breath and drop your hand into your lap. “No, there’s nothing--”

He leans in and pets your cheek. You wince.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. Look, if you don’t wanna talk about this here, come on. I’m taking you to lunch.”

You peer around. You sit back, away from his touch, and wipe your forehead. You’re sweating. Even your palms are damp. You could scream right now and no one would believe you. He’s a professional, he looks perfectly normal, and he’s a friend of Mr. Drysdale. That means he’s more important than you.

You just want to be left alone. You don’t need a stranger calling you their wife. Talking about a wedding!? No way. But you also don’t need them to ruin your livelihood.

You logoff and grab your purse. You get up and he stands straight. He runs his hand down your arm and wraps his fingers around yours.

“That’s my wifey,” he purrs.

You flinch and look at him. He smirks. You’re breathless, speechless. This man is bold. He’s so confident you almost think he believes his own lies.

“Let’s just go.” You hiss.

“I can’t wait to be alone either, sweetheart,” he says.

You almost rip your hand away. There’s something wrong with him. You shouldn’t go with him. But if you don’t then you look the crazy one.

You let him lead you to the elevator. His firm grip on your hand keeps you from fidgeting. He tugs you through the doors as they open. It’s just you and him as you’re closed in.

You yank on your hand. He doesn’t let go. You face him and wriggle, fighting to twist free.

“I don’t know you,” you exclaim. “Get off--”

“Sweetheart. I know you remember me. It’s Nick--”

“I remember but I don’t know you,” you argue. “Please just leave me alone.”

“You don’t know me?” He sounds hurt. “Ah, baby, you’re not giving me a chance here.”

You back up as he comes toward you. You press yourself to the wall as the elevator descends slowly. You gulp. He caresses your cheek as he hushes you.

“Please don’t be like that. I know that’s not you. I know you, baby. I do.” He extends his other arm. Click. The elevator stops. “I know you like to get your books, take them home, and find the perfect bookmark for the size of page. Once you get that done, you make tea. Lately, it’s been pomegranate, but your favourite is the toffee one.”

You blink. Stunned. You shake your head.

“No, you don’t know...”

“I’m right. I know I am. And that’s just the little things. I know the big things too.” He frames your face with his large hands. Your heart hammers. He’s been watching you. You didn’t even realise. “I know that you’re lonely. No one wants to do it all that alone. Dinner for one, empty bed, long train rides.”

“How... how did you even find me?” You ask in a horrified gasp.

He chuckles and taps the button again. He inhales and kisses your forehead. You shudder.

“I was meant to. That’s all. It’s not how. It was always going to happen.” He grabs your hand and pulls you away from the wall. “I know you waited for me.”

He squeezes and you swallow a whimper. You look down at his grip then at the doors as they part. You sway and stumble forward as he starts ahead.

“I’m not going to marry you...” you murmur.

“It’s a formality,” he insists and pushes his fingers between yours. “But first, let’s get some lunch.”

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You sit beneath an umbrella at the table for two. The patio seating is close to full. You feel even more invisible among the lunchtime rush. Everything around you is a blur, everything but that man.

You catch yourself staring at Nick. You can’t figure him out. What is he doing? You’re still trying to see through whatever his trick is.

The server comes back with two drinks. Tall, sparkling, pink, a lime on the rim. He thanks her and orders lunch. For both of you. You don’t stop him. You’re not very hungry. The last thing you’re thinking about is food.

“You know Mr. Drysdale,” you say.

He tilts his head and his face creases as he grins, “I do.”

You squint and twist one hand around the other in your lap. “So it’s him. He put you up to this.”

“Put me up--” He scoffs. “Baby,” he reaches across the table, “come on.”

You stare at his hand. Big, manicured, a silver bracelet peeking out from under his jacket sleeve. You frown.

“Gimme your hand,” he orders.

You shake your head. “Why are you doing this?”

“Give. Me. Your. Hand.” He repeats, his voice dropping. You wince at his rigid tone and obey.

You put your hand in his and he grips it. He locks you in as he brings his other up to pet your knuckles. He leans against the table, beaming at you.

“This is nothing to do with anyone but us. It’s you and me, sweetheart.” He purrs.

Your hand trembles and you bite the inside of your lip. “No, it can’t be—it has to be something else.”

“What do you want me to say, sweetheart?” His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “That the first time I saw you was like being hit by a bus.” He lifts your hand and kisses it. “That I can’t think straight when it’s not about you.” He kisses again. “Or that you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

You gape at him. You have no idea what to say or do. You don’t believe the words he’s saying but his tone makes that difficult. He’s saying all those things any woman would want. It’s like a romance novel or some movie about the perfect love. That’s not really your genre.

You purse your lips and take a breath. You swallow cautiously before you speak.

“And when did you first see me?” You ask.

He clucks and his cheek dimples. He lays one last kiss between your knuckles and pets you before letting you go. He sits back and brushes his fingers along his beard. He looks around.

“That’s not important. What matters is that I did. Is that we’re together now.”

You watch him. It’s like a game and you don’t know the rules. You pull your hand and rest it on the edge of the table. You push your fingers together as his warmth lingers on your skin.

“Please, try your drink.” He insists. “Don’t want that ice to melt.”

You look at the glistening glass. You reach for it, the coolness shocking against your sweaty palm. You turn it and watch the ice clink. Slowly, you lift it and bring it to your lips. Your cheek pinch with more than the tartness of the lemonade.

You set it down. “Is this...”

“A bit of gin, you’ll be fine, baby,” he assures. “Hell, take the rest of the day off.”

“I-- I can’t do that.”

“You need to do that,” he insists over the brim of his glass. He gulps deeply and sighs. He licks his lips as his eyes stay glued to you. “We have a lot of planning to do. A wedding next month and I don’t even know what flowers to get. I know you love daffodils but they aren’t really bridal--”

“Next month?” You choke, nearly dropping the glass.

He snickers and puts his glass down lightly. He leans in. “Baby, take it easy. You okay?”

You steady the glass and stare at him. No, you’re not okay. You keep one hand around the drink and touch your throat. His gaze falls to the gesture.

“I know you’re excited, sweetheart,” he reaches over the table and rubs your forearm. “I am too.”

Excited? No. Confused, scared, shocked. You can’t even begin to describe how you feel. Helpless, might be the best word for it.

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bloodandiron-if · 2 days ago

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Can you rank ROs from least to most jealous? Also how they behave when they are jealous?

⚠️ LENGTHY CONTENT INCOMING ⚠️

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1. ROWAN/RHEA CARTER

Jealousy Level: ✦✦☆☆☆

Carter isn’t possessive. Their love is rooted in ideals and choice, not control. If they’re jealous, they bury it deep—convincing themselves that true love must allow freedom.

How they behave:

- They’ll withdraw emotionally rather than lash out.

- You’ll notice their smiles don't quite reach their eyes.

- They’ll test your commitment to them through questions about your values, not your affections.

- If the MC confronts them about it, they'll admit their jealous—but only if they believe it won't make them seem weak.

"If you're not mine, then you're free."

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2. OPERATIVE D-6

Jealousy Level: ✦✦✦☆☆

D-6 doesn’t understand jealousy in a traditional sense. They feel it as threat detection—something is trying to take the MC away, and they become hypervigilant.

How they behave:

- Becomes even more watchful and protective.

- May shadow the MC silently if they’re spending time with someone else.

- Rare bursts of emotion—like stepping between you and someone they perceive as a threat.

- Doesn’t act out unless triggered, but their body language stiffens, eyes tracking everything.

You can do what you want... but they’ll still be watching.

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3. KIERAN/KIERA MYLES

Jealousy Level: ✦✦✦✦☆

Myles hides jealousy behind weaponized charm and sarcasm. They don’t get loud, they get dangerous. Their jealousy is less about affection and more about control.

How they behave:

- Makes subtle, sharp comments about whoever’s making them feel replaced.

- Will flirt with someone else in front of you, just to watch your reaction.

- Keeps tabs on the person they see as competition—professionally, of course.

- If pushed, they’ll corner the MC in private with a venom soft "Are you bored of me already?"

"I don’t get jealous. I get even."

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4. NICO/NIA RUSSO

Jealousy Level: ✦✦✦✦☆

Russo doesn’t want to be jealous, but they’re hot-blooded and wounded by nature. If they catch feelings, they catch them hard—and they hate feeling like second choice.

How they behave:

- Snappy sarcasm, often aimed at the other person or you.

- Will start acting flirty with someone else to get a rise out of you.

- May throw themselves into work or storm off, muttering, “Whatever, do what you want, I don’t care.”

- Eventually, if pressed, they’ll admit it—angrily, like it tastes bitter on their tongue.

"You think I don’t notice, but I do."

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5. ALEX/ALEXI MONROE

Jealousy Level: ✦✦✦✦✦

Monroe gets the most visibly affected. They're not possessive, but they're insecure, and if they fall for you, they really fall. Jealousy cuts deep.

How they behave:

- They go quiet. Withdraw. Overthink everything.

- You might find them avoiding eye contact or nervously asking if you "like them less now."

- They won’t accuse, but they will hurt in silence until you reassure them.

- When comforted, they latch onto the MC emotionally like someone afraid of losing what little safety they’ve found.

"I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I do."

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6. DETECTIVE JUNO REYES

Jealousy Level: ✦✦✦✦✦

Juno tries to be above jealousy—but they’re monogamous, intense, and deeply principled. If you’re with them, you’re with them, and that’s final.

How they behave:

- They confront you. Bluntly. No drama—just cold fury behind their steady eyes.

- Will not tolerate emotional ambiguity. “If you want someone else, just say it.”

- Their professionalism frays around the edges.

- They’ll either draw closer protectively… or put distance between you until they feel secure again.

"You’re mine. Or you’re not. Which is it?"

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breakmeoff · 1 day ago

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Mine, All Mine

featuring: jackson wang x fem!reader warnings: swearing smut: fingering, unprotected p in v, vehicle sex. MDNI, 18+ only* word count: 1.7k synopsis: jackson finds a story your friend posted on insta of you with a dude's arm wrapped around your shoulder at a club. instantly getting enraged, he texts you and demands to know where you are because he's coming to pick you up. letting his jealousy get the better of him, jackson takes out some of those insecurities out on you on the ride back home. note: second time doing part SMAU - hopefully it doesn't suck. this is part of the Larie's Libations 200 Followers Celebration. this was a request by a wonderful anon reader, whose selection is listed below. thank you for reading! LARIE'S LIBATIONS - High-Speed Hennessy [Hennessy] — Jackson Wang [Cola] — Someone's Car [Citrus Rind] — Kink (Breeding, Praise/Light Degradation, and Jealousy) Masterlist

You felt your phone buzz inside your purse, still perched on the barstool that you had been sitting on for the last hour and a half. Reaching inside, you pulled your cell out and saw your screen flash with a new message.

Outside. Driver’s double parked - hurry up.

Rolling your eyes with a heavy sigh, you lifted your cocktail to your lips and finished the contents before glancing over to your friend who was playing tonsil hockey with her coworker - the same one who got you in trouble with your boyfriend.

As you moved to stand, you grabbed your friend’s arm and gave it a light tug to get her attention. “Hey, Jackson’s outside… you good?” Motioning towards the drunk guy kissing her friend’s neck. “Totes, have fun!” She slurred over the sound of the music.

Leaning in, you kissed her cheek briefly before you turned and made your way to the exit. Once you pushed the door open and stepped into the cool night air, standing right out front with the back slider door opened to the sleek, discrete black SUV, stood your boyfriend.

With his arms folded against his chest, and those deep brown eyes hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses, his body language was anything but pleased.

Even if he was pissed and more possessive than necessary, deep down he was still a gentleman. So, pushing himself off of the vehicle he had been leaning against, he extended his arm out to you and guided you the few steps to your chauffeured ride.

As you stepped past him, Jackson’s shrouded eyes took in your frame, eyeing the sleeveless black dress you were wearing, far too short for his liking. With your hand on the door, you stepped into the SUV and bent over, ducking your head from the ceiling, and Jackson slid right up behind you to make sure no one could see underneath the dangerously short hemline.

Finally, you sat down in the captain's chair right behind the driver with a huff, dropping your purse to the ground as you crossed one long bare leg over the other, glancing out the window beside you. Once Jackson was seated in the chair next to yours and by the sliding door, he pulled it shut and leaned back into the leather as he subtly nodded his head to the driver to leave.

The first few minutes of your ride were in complete silence, save for the quiet purr of the engine and the occasional clicking of an activated turn signal. Eventually, you groaned in frustration and leaned forward to press the button between the front seats, activating the privacy window to raise from the bottom of the vehicle to the ceiling - effectively making the back invisible and soundproof.

“What the hell is your problem?” You accused, turning to look over at Jackson with an annoyed tone to your voice. His focus was still facing forward, boring a hole through the privacy glass with his eyes. “Or are you just going to be super mature and not talk about it?”

“Jesus…” he mumbled under his breath, sucking in a breath before he turned to look at you. “My problem is that you seem to have forgotten that you are in a relationship with someone and will let some random ass dude touch you.”

“You’re serious right now? Be so for real.” You couldn’t help but laugh, dryly. “See, here I was thinking that you trusted me.”

“I do,” Jackson interjected quickly. “It’s just every other asshole out there I don’t trust.”

With a pause, you studied his face, his eyes still hidden behind his dark sunglasses. Reaching towards him, you pinched the bridge of his shades resting on his nose and took them gently off of him. Folding them neatly, you tucked them into your purse and looked back to his face.

“Baby. Nothing happened. Shelby was drunk, the dude was drunk, he was pointing something out to me in the crowd and she took the picture. Two seconds later his tongue was down her throat - not mine.”

Jackson kept quiet, eyes searching your face before he acknowledged the sincere, defeated expression as you were silently pleading for him to believe you. After a beat, he mumbled quietly, reaching for your hand. “Good.”

Lacing your fingers between his, you smiled softly as he seemed to relax slightly. Jackson lifted your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, holding it there for a moment as he inhaled the lingering scent of your perfume dabbed on the pulse point of your wrist.

Turning your hand over, your palm now open and facing upwards, he pressed his lips to the center of your hand. Feeling you relax into the seat, he lifted his gaze and watched your face as he trailed light kisses against your open palm and the inside of your wrist. “C’mere,” he whispered, tugging your arm gently.

Without needing much coercion, you slipped out of your own seat and shifted to sit down on Jackson’s lap, both legs falling to the side between both of the chairs. Lifting one of his hands, he looked into your eyes before brushing your hair behind your ear. Sliding that same hand to the back of your neck, he gently guided you forward and connected his lips with yours.

Humming contentedly into his mouth, you tilted your head, deepening the kiss as you draped an arm loosely around his neck, your opposite palm laying flat against his chest, fingertips curling into the fabric of his plain black tee. “You know I’m all yours right, Jacks?” He slowly nodded his head, lips dragging over yours again in response. “All mine.”

Gently coaxing your thighs apart with one of his hands, he slid it up slowly against the inside of your plush skin before reaching your core and as his pinky finger brushed against the fabric of your panties he felt the warm, damp spot beneath his touch.

“Shit, you already wet for me? Of course you are…” he murmured between kisses. With a soft groan, he pressed the knuckle of that same finger further against your heat and rubbed your sensitive skin through the fabric that was getting wetter by the second.

“Straddle me, Beautiful,” he demanded against your mouth. You pushed yourself off of him just long enough to resituate yourself, placing one knee on either side of his legs of the chair. Just before you sat back down against him though, Jackson tugged his black sweatpants down just enough to reveal his perfect, hard cock.

One of his hands reached to your ass, palming it roughly through the fabric of your dress as he pulled you closer to him, and the other hand lazily stroked up and down his length.

As you began lowering yourself down onto his lap, you slid a hand between your legs and pulled your panties to the side, allowing Jackson to swipe the head of his cock against your wet folds. Groaning lowly, he looked down between your bodies before gently guiding his tip to your entrance and letting you slide down his length.

Once fully seated inside of your warm pussy, both of you sighed a moan, adjusting to the familiar sensations. Wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulder, you leaned back in to press an impassioned, open mouthed kiss to his lips.

Starting a slow rhythm of rocking your hips above him, you kissed him feverishly, a desperate clashing of lips, teeth and tongues. “Shit, you feel so good,” Jackson murmured, pulling away from your mouth as he began placing a series of kisses down your neck, trailing the tip of his tongue against your sensitive skin.

Whimpering quietly, you tipped your head back to give him more access to your throat. “That’s a good girl, let me hear all those sweet noises…” he whispered against your skin, nipping his teeth lightly at the top of your collarbone before sucking a deep purple bruise into your flesh, eliciting a filthy moan from your parted lips. “Fuck, yeah… just like that.”

Smirking to himself as he leaned back, he blew a breath of cool air onto the wet area he’d just marked into your skin proudly. “Gonna look so beautiful covered in my love bites. Marking this flawless skin as mine…” he mumbled, his cock swelling at the thought inside your tight cunt.

With a low groan, he tipped his head down again to the area between your bodies. “God, look at you… you’re taking me so well, baby.” Jackson’s head tipped back against the headrest, pinching his eyes shut as he felt your arousal start to coat his cock, your inner walls fluttering around him.

Your breath became labored the more you increased your speed, using the strength of your knees to lift yourself up and down on top of him. Dropping your forehead to his shoulder, Jackson could feel your warm exhalation against him, and he lifted a hand to rub your back soothingly.

“Breathe, baby… don’t forget to breathe,” he sighed into your ear, his arms tight around you as he helped move you up and down his length, feeling the delicious friction between your bodies.

Lost so deeply into the moment and the pleasure building between you, neither of you recognized that the SUV had come to a rolling stop. The speaker connecting the driver to the passengers behind the privacy glass crackled on, and his deep voice rolled over. “We’ve arrived at the penthouse.”

Bringing one of his hands over your mouth to keep you quiet as he lifted his hips and fucked up into you roughly once more, he pressed the call button on his door and replied. “One more trip around the block, please.”

Silently, the SUV’s engine restarted and began moving slowly again. Jackson looked back to your face, you expression still blissed out as you continued rolling your hips over him, grinding your clit against his pelvis. “Not stopping until I fuck a baby into you, permanently claiming you and this perfect pussy as mine.”

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iwillhaveamoonbase · 1 day ago

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Feel My Voice Get Underneath Your Skin

What if Jinu heard the line 'You wanna get wild? OK, I'll show you wild!' and it never leaves his head?

After months of research, the only K-pop star who ever stood out to Jinu is Rumi and it's getting harder and harder to not give in.

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‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’

The thought of the prim and proper princess Rumi being ‘wild’ drew a snort from Jinu. The other two were far more likely to fit the bill at any given time.

Still…

His eyes shifted over the stage on his screen. Rumi’s long hair trailing behind her, begging to be yanked so he could angle her neck just right while he sank into her -

He shook his head.

Months of researching K-pop (who even came up with that name?) for their new strategy, staring at hours and hours and hours of young people dancing and singing on stages followed by video after video after video of extra content (Jinu never wanted to watch another mukbang ever again), and the only one that truly stuck out was her.

Rumi.

Perfect body control, strong vocals that sunk their way into his marrow, and the kind of beauty that would have made her a favorite of poets the world over.

Exactly his type and completely off-limits. It was the Hunters or them and Jinu wasn’t going to fail. Self-preservation called to him louder than anything Rumi could ever do.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the task at hand. Abby. “We should get ready for our presentation.”

Jinu nodded but didn’t move.

“It’s a shame, huh? Letting those three go to waste. Maybe Gwi-Ma will give you one of them.” The other Saja Boy sent him a leer. “You should be rewarded for your idea, after all, and those three have the kind of legs that were designed to wrap around someone’s waist. I bet purple one is the kind of girl that screams when she-”

Jinu shoved him away. “I already know what I want. Besides, we have more important things to worry about than fucking the Hunters.”

“You gonna tell me you’ve never even thought about it? I find that hard to believe.” He stared into Jinu’s eyes. “Your eyes follow her like you want to eat her up.”

“Why would I be interested in a woman with purple hair?”

“Because you’re curious how good she’d feel underneath you.”

Jinu sent a him a bored look. “I think you’re just putting ideas in my head because you want one of them for yourself.”

A laugh. “You aren’t wrong. But you can’t hide the truth from me either, oh, great leader. As long as it doesn’t become a problem, I don’t see the harm in playing with them. Give them something to enjoy before Gwi-Ma takes their souls.”

When a response didn’t come, Abby shrugged his shoulders and headed towards where the other demons had gathered. It was show time.

Jinu’s eyes lingered on Rumi for a moment longer. Her high note lanced through the cracks Abby had pointed out. Would it be too much to ask to have her in addition to Gwi-Ma removing his memories? Not as a mindless servant, but transformed into a demon like him, fully aware of herself. And him.

And how her body would warm his bed every night.

An image flashed in his mind of Rumi draped in silk, demon patterns all over her body, and her eyes full of lust as she slinked into his room and offered herself up. Those plump lips could be put to much better use than whatever cosmetic ad she probably was lined up to do.

She was known for being modest by idol standards and whatever secret she was keeping underneath those layers was probably as perfectly sculpted as everything else about her.

But he was getting ahead of himself.

For all he knew, actually talking to her would kill any inklings of lust that had been stirred up by his research.

The echoes of her declaration, one that wasn’t even meant for him, twisted their way inside his mind, repeating over and over ‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’ and created image after image of what that could mean.

Wrists tied up with silk.

Eyes staring back at him through a mirror.

A voice full of desperate need begging him to take her right on the stage, in front of all her fans, uncaring who or what saw them.

Desire licked at his insides, igniting him in ways that he thought were long gone.

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Months of preparing the merch, the music, the lyrics, everything were finally coming to fruition and the sooner it did, the sooner he could rid himself of all of this. “Now, we pass in front of the Hunters and make sure to do everything you can to get their attention.”

“Why?” Baby asked.

“It’s more fun that way,” Abby said. “Right, Jinu?”

The solo artist route was looking more and more tempting every time he had to interact with these four.

“Because now is a good time to distract them so they get sloppy. Zoey and Mira are known to get distracted when they see someone they find attractive. It shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Just make sure you keep wearing tight shirts.”

“And the other one?” Mystery asked.

Rumi was trickier. While Mira and Zoey had openly stated their type multiple times, Rumi had always declined. ‘It’s about the music for me right now and there’s not a lot of time in my schedule to devote to a relationship. I don’t even know if I have a type.’

“Leave it to me,” he said.

As they walked by, he was unsurprised to see Mira and Zoey become distracted by Abby. He’d picked Abby specifically for that feature. All of the boys were chosen to elicit different reactions and feelings based on what was popular among K-pop fans. Baby for his young face, Mystery for being an enigma, Romance for that K-drama romantic look, Abby for sex appeal, and his role was good looks, respect, and talent combined.

When he bumped into Rumi, he watched as she had a K-drama moment all in her head.

But instead of taking her hand and fulfilling her fantasies, he stole a pouch from her box and walked away.

Let her stew. It would distract her more.

And he was right based on how her eyes refused to leave him as he and the others danced and sang Soda Pop.

He had her exactly where he wanted her.

Jinu hated the Saja Boy debut, Soda Pop. It was banal and designed to be so catchy that it wormed its way into everyone’s brains instead of something poetic and layered in deep meaning that would take centuries to fully unravel or an epic love story that also told of the downfall of kingdoms long gone.

Yet he’d been unable to stop from injecting some of the things Rumi made him feel when he started doing his research.

Not everything.

Not even close.

Too much of what he felt for her wasn’t meant for an addictive pop song that could play on the radio. They still needed to get as many of the fans on their side as possible and the best way to do that was something inoffensive and not dripping in how she made his blood boil with need or how many nights he lay awake picturing what they could be doing instead of the two of them alone, in separate beds. Cold.

Surely, they could heat each other up so the frost of 400 years alone would never return.

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This was the most ridiculous thing he could have imagined the Hunters doing.

Putting on leather outfits and sneaking around a variety program while he and the other Saja Boys drank hot sauce out of baby bottles.

He would probably be laughing if his mouth wasn’t still on fire and the cameras weren’t on him.

Or if she didn’t look so damn good

Eyes hungrily drank Rumi in; he took note of every last curve the leather accentuated. There had to be a far better use for that outfit than this than squeaking down a slide into a ball pit.

Her anger and frustration at him specifically was palpable; her gaze screamed how much she wanted to kill him. Didn’t she know that the best use for that kind of rage was much more pleasurable?

The girls followed them into the bathhouse with all the water spirits. Good.

He let out a laugh.

Everything was going according to-

When did she get here?

Rumi put all her strength behind her moves and flowed with such grace he would find it admirable if he wasn’t the one at risk of being on the receiving end of her blade.

After trading several blows, she had him on his back, straddling him as her sword got close to his throat. “You’re strong.”

He was right: the leather outfit did have more pleasurable uses. It would look even better if she was bouncing on top of him, her strength used to pin his hands to the ground, her mouth open in a moan instead of snarling at him.

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’

His pants started to tighten.

His fangs elongated

Those leather-clad thighs would look even better wrapped around his head.

If he bucked up, would she-

Patterns.

Demon patterns.

On Rumi’s arm.

“A hunter who’s part demon?”

Her eyes went wide with fear.

She was off him and running to her friends, but hid her marks.

Mira and Zoey didn’t know.

Oh, this was too perfect.

He grabbed a cloth and ran to Rumi, spinning her around to tie a cloth around her arm and make himself look like a hero. It only took a moment, but a plan unwound itself in his head of him coming across as kind and sympathetic, poor, lonely him, and she would fall into his trap.

But it sank into his stomach like a rock.

She was part demon. It explained why no one had ever seen her in short sleeves and why she was known for her modesty. It also could explain the purple hair, which she’d had ever since she was a child. It wasn’t the former Starlight Sister preparing a ward for stardom by making sure she stuck out; it was her natural hair because she wasn’t fully human.

Even as Gwa-Ma said that a hunter bore his mark and Jinu solidified his plan, he still struggled to wrap his mind around it. Rumi was the daughter of a Starlight Sister, which means a Hunter had to have fucked a demon enough times to have a child. It might technically only take once, but it normally took more than that. A lot more than that.

The entire line of Hunters must have felt personally offended by Rumi’s existence when she came into the world.

And that’s why she felt so much shame that Gwi-Ma couldn’t control her.

Jinu was a bastard for using this as a way into her head.

But it was the only way in. All three girls were on to them and Rumi was determined not to let the boys distract her. The others could handle Zoey and Mira.

Rumi was his.

And if she’s part demon already, it might be easier to keep her when everything was said and done.

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Train and teddy bear pajama pants?

The carefully crafted image of a princess meant for a throne was wearing away the more time he spent with her. Hundreds of articles, all of the variety shows, every last interview, not a single one touched on how she was still young at heart. They were all centered around the mature up-and-coming queen of K-pop who could kill a man with her eyeliner.

Shame. The Rumi who wore train pajamas and went on the hunt in leather after pigging out was far more interesting. Much more real.

And the Rumi who looked like she wanted to tear him to pieces when the Saja Boys won an award was exactly the Rumi he needed for his next phase. He already had her asking questions about what was happening in the demon realm, tearing apart at the information she did have and he needed her to doubt everything but what he said.

It was hard not to push her, though.

Every time they parted and Rumi walked away from him, his eyes remained glued to her ass as it swung back and forth.

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’

Was she wild enough to put her hands against the wall and present her ass to him so he could take her from behind as he whispered all the things he wanted to do to her in her ear?

He’d seen a few videos of her and the other two twerking (no doubt at the insistence of Zoey or one of the executives) and he knew how her hips could move and how much that ass could shake. It would feel so good against his hips as he held her close.

Back in the Joseon era, he’d never even considered women’s behinds that much and Rumi’s had him spellbound. The modern era had shifted quite a few things and it appeared his tastes were shifting with it. Purple hair no longer seemed as ridiculous as it had a few years ago.

He was already way too deep, but he didn’t know how he was going to get out when her voice haunted him just as much as the cries of his mother and sister did. Siren calls didn’t have nearly this much of an effect on him.

Huntr/x’s discography was becoming his own personal hell and yet there was nowhere he could turn in the human world without hearing at least one of their songs and seeing a billboard with her face on it. A poster in a cosmetics store even had a close-up of her lips in a daring red that he would love for her to wear while she kissed every last bit of him.

The term ‘idol’ was taking on more and more religious connotations when it came to Rumi, so much so that Jinu was half-convinced it was only a matter of time before he left offerings at her feet.

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The stay-up-all-night-in-sleeping-bags-to-be-first-line-for-the-Huntr/x-meet-and-greet plan was a success. They were not only in and now had a chance to interact with the Hunters’ fans, but Rumi had offered for them to do a joint session.

As he sank into the chair beside her, he was assaulted with a sweet scent he couldn’t place. He’d expected a floral scent or something light. Instead, his senses were being wrapped up in something warm, sweet and inviting. Her skin called to his lips, his teeth, his tongue.

Long legs right next to his, thighs begging for his fingers to wrap around them.

No one would notice if he took her into a back corner and finally filled her up the way her scent alone was doing to him.

She’d become his obsession.

He leaned in close to her ear, so hungry for a bite.

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’

An interruption by a fan stalled his hand from finally grabbing a handful of the Hunter that had dominated his every thought. The fan’s eyes were wide as they proudly proclaimed that they shipped him and Rumi together.

How had this human seen right through him?

Could she read his mind?

Did she see how much he wanted to grab Rumi around the waist, throw her on the table, and fuck her until her high notes coated his name and there was a new pattern on his back from her nails?

Or how he’d noticed that Rumi was a bit plusher than the videos and photos made her out to be? The little bit of softness there a camera could never capture, that whispered how pleasant it would be to sink his fingertips into her?

He panicked but followed Rumi’s lead. The ‘I love sharing’ kept hitting replay as he looked over at the crowd. If there was one thing Jinu was terrible at, it was sharing. Even sitting next to Rumi while their fans adored her felt like too much.

A dark corner where he could bury his head in her neck and just breathe her in, the two of them away from the world, was so much more tempting.

Even if it wasn’t for Gwi-Ma, idols couldn’t date and Rumi’s entire existence was her career. He was selfish and self-serving and that would never change. Especially not when it came to her.

It was all becoming too much.

The drawing from the little girl and the words ‘Jinu, you have a beautiful soul,’ had been the straw that broke the camel’s back. He had the ugliest soul he’d ever seen, because at least the worst demons in the demon realm hadn’t abandoned their own baby sister and mother to starve so he could have all the comforts he wanted.

Already he could feel himself wanting to change. Wanting to forgot all of it, not just to stop the voices, but to make amends somehow and be the kind of person who could stand next to Rumi.

“I think Zoey wants to hate us,” Mystery said, “but I’m pretty sure I could win her over if I needed to during the Idol Awards.” Jinu had completely forgotten about the others.

“Mira keeps pushing us away.”

“They all do,” Jinu said. “It won’t be a problem. We need their fans to love us, not them.”

He ignored just how badly the lie burned on his tongue.

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The invitation from her was unexpected. Tiger and Bird spending more and more time with her on his orders was mostly for surveillance purposes. He hadn’t planned for them to like her. Tiger barely wanted to stay in the demon realm anymore (not that anyone could blame him).

Rumi saw through all his walls so quickly, tearing every last one of them down and waking up the parts of him that were too damaged to see the light of day and slowly healing him.

And it broke his heart that she thought she was a mistake.

Nobody full of as much light and love as her could ever be a mistake.

It was getting harder not to tell her the truth.

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‘I’m everyone’s type!’

Why had he lied and said she wasn’t his type? She was obviously his type. Look at her! It was driving him absolutely mad not to have her all to himself. He wanted to beg her to give him a chance to prove that he could make her happier than anyone else every could, that he would do anything and everything to keep her if she just let him.

Hopeless.

He was so hopeless where she was concerned.

Even a woman selling bracelets could see that.

None of his words came out right and everything he wanted to say had to remain buried for just a little longer. It would be easier to keep her safe if Gwi-Ma thought that the only thing between them was raw sexual attraction, that Jinu would tire of her after a few nights.

He couldn’t let her soul be devoured.

For the first time in centuries, the voices of his mother and sister and Gwi-Ma were gone and all that was left was Rumi. Solo verses, candid bits from interviews, the one time she had a guest role on a popular K-drama. The way she sang just for them only a few moments ago.

He’d heard of people who fell so deeply in love that their souls were bound to the other person in ways that could never be broken. Bits of Rumi’s soul were stitching themselves onto him, drawing what was left of his towards her. If she asked, he would give every last piece to her freely.

His thumb rubbed against the bracelet she’d handed to him. A gift from their business meeting as she called it.

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“For the record, I don’t think you’re a mistake.”

That should have been the end of the night.

But Rumi’s eyes were full of need, for love, for him, and it was impossible to deny her.

He leaned in to brush their lips together for a chaste goodnight kiss.

Rumi grabbed onto him like her life depended on it.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She tasted sweeter than any delicacy he’d ever had. His hands grasped for her waist, her back, her legs, anything. He wanted to feel her skin against his. Writhing beneath him.

On top of him.

Begging for him.

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!”

Jinu grasped her thighs and hoisted her up so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. A wall met her back and she moaned. Her hands cupped his face, caressing his cheeks with the lightest touch.

His lips attached themselves to her neck, nipped and sucked on whatever bit of her skin he could find. Damn anyone who drew attention to it during hair and make-up. They could all burn.

“Ah! Jinu.”

“Rumi.” More. He needed more. For her sweet voice say his name like that until it was the only thing she remembered how to say.

“We…we need to stop.”

He put his forehead against the wall. Blood had turned to lava in his veins, pulsing, demanding he keep going until the both of them were satisfied but she was probably right to stop them.

“Someone could see us and the record label would be really upset if us being together went viral so it’s better if we find somewhere else,” she continued.

Jinu lifted his head up and stared at her.

A blush covered Rumi’s cheeks. “The girls are at my place. Do you have somewhere we can go?”

She wanted to continue?

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!”

“I do. Are you sure?” He asked the last part so quietly he was afraid she wouldn’t hear him, but he had to know. If there was any doubt in her mind, he would go back to the demon realm and wait for tomorrow.

“I am.”

“OK. Let me take you back to my place.”

Slowly, they unraveled their limbs and then made their way to Jinu’s apartment where he’d conducted all of his research. Rumi’s hand was clasped tightly in his, claws out, and patterns down to her fingertips.

“You guys actually have an apartment?” Rumi squeezed his hand.

“Only me. The others are back in the demon realm. It’s really only for appearances and to have more access to what’s happening.” The weight of their circumstances hung between them. He’s lied to her about too much, but she knew a lot of truth about who, what, he actually is.

The patterns on her hands grew a bit more vibrant.

A Hunter who is part demon. Who on Earth would have thought a Hunter would get close enough to a demon to create a life? It went against everything that should have been.

Yet Rumi stood beside him. Lovely, soft, strong, ridiculous at times, not the prim proper princess he initially believed her to be. She was so much more.

“You’re beautiful when you let the cracks show.” It slipped out, but he didn’t take the words back. Instead, he basked in how her brown eyes went wide and then filled with so much adoration that his own heart ached

The apartment was as empty except a few notebooks, a computer, and printouts of merch, costumes, album covers and more for a variety of K-pop stars. Rumi’s was right in the center along with his own attempts to make something just as memorable.

And in the corner was his bed.

Four hundred years had passed since the last time he’d been with anyone. Jinu wasn’t foolish enough to believe that he was guaranteed to be Rumi’s first anything, but he was worried he wouldn’t be able to satisfy her because he lacked in practice or knowledge of what was normal these days.

She walked over to the research wall. “Sure are a lot of pictures of this one. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a thing for this Rumi girl. Should I be jealous?” Her tone was playful but something wanting lay underneath.

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’

“You should be. She’s all I think about.” He came up behind her, put his hands on her waist, and brought her back to his front. They fit together so well.

Humming into her ear, he moved against her to the beat he was still formulating for the Saja Boys’ next song. Rumi seemed to pick it up pretty quickly, following his moves even with her back turned. One of her hands took his and trailed it up her body until it was on her breast.

Jinu slipped the other hand to the edge of the waistline of her pants.

His lips latched onto her ear as his grasped for whatever bit of her skin he could get. Moans fell from Rumi’s mouth as he went into her underwear to stroke her lower lips and he squeezed her breast through the hoodie. It wasn’t enough.

Every last piece of her needed to be branded with his touch.

He pulled his hands away to lift her hoodie off her body and throw it across the room. Her bra was next. Soft, firm mounds welcomed his touch, nipples pebbling under his fingers.

“Jinu.” She already sounded close to the edge.

“Can I make you come from just this, Rumi?” he whispered. “Can I? Are you that hungry for me?”

“Fuck off.” Her voice was too coated in lust for it to be taken seriously.

Still, he stopped everything he was doing and grabbed her chin to make her look at him. “Tell me what you want.”

Breathing heavily, she appraised him. “Can you handle me, pretty boy?”

“Show me how wild you can get.” He kissed her neck. “Let me make this the best night of your life.”

She spun in his arms and leaned against the wall, right under where the picture of her merch touched the designs for his. She smirked. “Get on your knees.”

He did so.

For a brief moment, she looked shocked that he’d obeyed her command. Jinu didn’t kneel and he had a feeling she knew that he wouldn’t do it for just anyone. But as he stared up at her, he knew the sight of her flushed in desire, breasts heaving, and thighs quivering would be enough to keep him on his knees forever if she asked.

Long, thin fingers carded through his hair, nails raking against his scalp. “I’ve never done this with anyone. I’ve only ever used toys. It’s harder to hide my demon traits when I come, so don’t complain if I bite or scratch you.”

“Only if I can do the same.” He wanted to mark her neck, her thighs, her stomach, every last part of her until every single centimeter was intimately familiar with his mouth.

“No one has ever seen all of me,” she whispered.

“I want to, Rumi.”

She nodded.

He stared deep into her eyes. “Go on. Command me.”

“Take off the rest of my clothes and eat me out until I’ve come. Then fuck me against this wall until I come again.” A delicious huskiness overtook her voice. “Then, after, show me what you want.”

No further invitation was needed.

He pulled off everything until she stood before him with nothing to cover her up. Demon patterns twisted around her body, giving her a soft glow. Patterns that were so ugly on him, but on her were just another thing that made her who she was. They were beautiful on Rumi.

His mouth showered kisses and nibbles on her inner thighs to leave as many reminders as he could without getting her in trouble. Hours after they were done, he wanted her to stare in the mirror, see the evidence and bask in it as much as he was going to.

White hot need filled him at the thought of her becoming aroused just from thinking about him.

Fingers grasping Rumi’s ass, he pulled her as close to his face as he could and buried himself in her warmth. His tongue lapped at her clit to squeeze out every last moan she had to give. One of her thighs found its way onto his shoulder so he could reach more of her.

She tasted divine.

The closest thing to heaven he’d ever had.

Over and over, his name fell from her lips and she was helpless to stop his onslaught as he dragged orgasm after orgasm from her until she was shaking.

He could die happy right there on the floor as he pleased her.

But she wrenched his face away and pulled her leg back.

A growl ripped through his chest. “I wasn’t done.”

Bright red patterns flowed all over her body, mingling with the little love bites he’d already left behind. “I want you inside me.”

That changed everything.

Jinu rose to his feet, grabbed Rumi’s thighs, and forced her against the wall. She wound herself around him, uncaring that he was still fully clothed while she didn’t have a stitch on her.

One hand fumbled with his belt buckle, while the other held tight to her leg. When he was finally free, Jinu captured Rumi’s lips in a searing kiss and slid into her.

Nails turned into claws bit into his shoulders before sliding down in a claiming gesture. She could do whatever she wanted. Lick him, bite him, scratch him, step on him. He’d take all of it as long as he was her first choice.

He’d been wrong earlier—the closest thing to heaven he’d ever had wasn’t eating her out; it was her tight walls surrounding him as she cried out his name.

He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it as he thrust into her as gently as he could while she adjusted to him.

“Stop holding back,” she said. “Fuck me.”

Gladly. He braced his shoulders against the wall and pounded into her.

“Yes, YES! Just like that!”

Hips snapped against hips, demanding that she come for him once again. He needed her to come before he did.

“You feel so good, Jinu.”

“Rumi, Rumi.” He gasped out her name against her collarbone. His mouth was searching for more of her to taste and bear his mark. “You’re so wet for me.”

Her little whines and gasps filled the apartment as well as the slap of skin-on-skin. His name fell from her lips like a prayer, begging him to satisfy her.

She came with a gasp a mere moment before he did, clenching at his shoulders as if she was afraid he’d leave her. Those same lips that captivated him trailed kisses along his jaw as his hips came to a stuttering stop.

Slowly, Jinu sank to the floor with Rumi still in his arms and kept her in his lap as he came down from his high.

Now that it was over, he mourned that he was still dressed. Skin-to-skin contact called to him more.

The thin layer of sweat that covered them wasn’t enough to let her go. Now that she was soft and pliable in his arms, he would keep her in them as long as possible.

Light breaths tickled his neck as Rumi nuzzled him. “Your turn. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your hair down.”

Rumi leaned back when he didn’t say anything else. “That’s it? You really are an old man.”

“An old man that left you breathless.” Tracing the nape of neck, he contemplated his next words. “The women of my time used different hair styles to convey all kinds of things, like their rank or marital status. It was very rare to see a woman with her hair down unless she was a family member or your wife. In this time, it might not mean much, but for me, it’s very intimate, especially since there are no pictures of you with it down.”

“I…My guardian, Celine, she didn’t want to see too much of my hair.”

“Because the color came from your father?”

Surprise took over her features for a moment before she nodded. “Yeah. It’s never taken well to dye when we tried. My hairstyle actually belonged to my mom. That’s the only way Celine ever styled it for me and I like it well enough now. Kind of makes me look like a scorpion.” Her fingers touched the top of her head. “Is that really all you want? You’re not gonna use my hair to jerk off, are you? I’d rather not deal with dried cum in it before the Idol Awards.”

“People do that?”

“Oh, I have so much to teach you.”

“It’s not all I want, but I’m not planning on jerk off in your hair.”

“OK.” Rumi brought the end of her braid between them and undid the tie holding it in place. It took longer than he would have thought, mostly so they could prevent any tangles, but by the end, waves of purple settled around Rumi and transformed the normally hard Girl Crush visage into something softer. It was still her, but in watercolor.

Jinu threaded his fingers through the silky strands. “You should let it down more often.”

“Then everyone would see what I look like and it won’t be as intimate.” Her grin was teasing, lighthearted, but the thought of other people seeing her exactly like this, every last bit of her exposed, was not a pleasant one.

“Maybe just for me then.”

“Hmm. I can do that as long as I’m the only one that gets to see you with a shirt off.” She placed a peck on his lips. “Now, what else do you want?”

“If I say I want those pretty lips of yours around my cock, what would you say?”

“You think my lips are pretty?”

She gave as good as got and then some.

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’

“I want to take you on the bed. Properly this time.”

“Properly? Hmm.” Rumi played with his with his top. “Your clothes need to come off if we’re doing things properly.” The amused little grin on her lips was adorable.

“You can take them off.”

“Let me get some water first.”

He obliged, getting up to find her a bottle of water he’d saved from one of the Soda Pop merch ideas. It was covered in cutesy cartoon drawings of the Saja Boys. Not one of his best attempts by a long shot, but sold shockingly well. “Here.”

Rumi drank it quickly and crushed the bottle after finishing. “You picked the worst brand of bottled water in all of Korea for your merch.”

“I thought that would make them want to sponsor us.”

“Did it work?”

“Yep.”

Rumi snorted. “It’s clever, I’ll give you that. Now, where were we?”

“I believe we were at the part where you beg me for permission to suck my cock.”

Brown eyes flashed. “I think you mean we were at the part where you beg me.”

“Who was begging for who not even twenty-”

Rumi didn’t let him finish. Her mouth sealed over his and her teeth grasped his bottom lip. Pants and moans filled the apartment as Jinu and Rumi tried to devour each other. Teeth scraped against teeth, hands grasped for anything they could reach.

The ember that had settled in Jinu’s belly was now an inferno and the only way to quench it was to be between Rumi’s thighs once again.

A snarl. Was it him or her? He didn’t know anymore. It didn’t matter.

Claws ripped away at his clothes and his back met the bed. Rumi knelt before him, mouth not even a millimeter from his cock.

Her gaze found his.

Pink tongue out, she licked the underside from top to bottom.

Jinu’s hand grasped the edge of the bed.

She took his head in, went down as far as she could, and swirled her tongue over ever last bit of him.

“Fuck!” Jinu felt his whole tilt as he fell against into the mattress and Rumi sucked him off. “Just like that, baby. You’re so good at this.”

She rubbed her thighs together.

Oh, did she like that?

“You want me to call you a good girl, Rumi? Do you want me to tell you how sexy you look with my cock in your mouth?”

Brown eyes closed. A moan vibrated through her lips and went straight to his balls.

“Do that again.”

She did.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

He was gonna come any second.

Fingers buried in her hair, he wrenched Rumi’s mouth away.

She growled. “I wasn’t done.”

How easily their roles were reversed. “I want to fuck you.”

Jinu grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her onto the bed so she lay under him, his eyes locked onto how her breasts bounced and how the patterns cupped them so perfectly.

Lithe limbs welcomed him into her embrace as he buried himself in her.

Already he felt like he was going to burst.

His hips tried to find the best rhythm that would please the woman underneath him. Sometimes she bit her bottom lip when he hit at a certain angle and other times she would let out a whimper. Every last expression she made, he wanted to memorize. Every sound, every twitch of her thighs around his hips.

One of her hands grasped his ass and pulled him forward. “Harder.”

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He hooked her thighs over his shoulders and drove into her as hard and fast as he could, jackhammering her so her body remembered the shape of him over her, inside of her. Imprinted itself on her in ways she’d feel long after the night was over and would keep her coming back to him.

The moan he pulled from her was filthy. He wanted to do it again.

And again.

Again.

“Come with me, Jinu.” Her walls clenched around him. “Please. I’m so close.”

Bottom lip trembling, she wove her right hand wove into his hair before trailing it down to touch his face, his lips. He sucked her thumb into his mouth.

He wasn’t going to last another moment.

Rumi screamed as she came, uncaring if other people in the apartment building could hear them. Jinu followed a moment later.

Catching his breath, he lay his head on her chest. Thin arms tightened around his shoulders to hold him close. Rumi’s heart beat in her chest, loud and strong, and he couldn’t get close enough. Was this what people meant when they said the urge to cuddle after sex was overwhelming?

“Jinu.”

He looked up.

His heart stuttered.

Love; real, genuine love seeped from her gaze and all of it was for him.

“When all of this is over, please stay by my side.”

“Yes.” There was no need for him to hesitate. No matter what happened tomorrow, he would find a way to fulfill his promise.

“I’ve never been my full self with anyone.” Her fingertips traced his cheek. “I’ve always been so scared that they would hate they real me. No one could ever love all of me.”

“You’re easy to love, Rumi, exactly as you are.”

It was the closest he’d get to saying what he knew she wanted him to say, but it seemed to be enough. For now.

“I’m the monster here,” he whispered against her chest.

“No, you aren’t.” She dragged his face up to give him a kiss that was so full of devotion, Jinu thought he might cry. “You’re full of a lot more light than you think you are.” Her belief in those words wound their way into his bones, touching years of misery and transforming some of his pain into hope.

His heart now beat to the rhythm of her own, desperate to become one with her in every way possible.

As her eyes slid shut to sleep, Jinu pulled her as close to him as he could. Whether or not Rumi was his, he was hers. Irrevocably.

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Jinu woke not even thirty minutes later, cock hard and a soft body beside him. A soft body he wanted to top him. Waking her up just so he could ask her to ride him would be a shit move, though. She needed rest.

“Jinu?” Her voice was laced with exhaustion.

“Go back to bed, Rumi.”

She shook her head. “I wanna go again.”

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!”

How much further could she go? How wild could she really get?

“You have a busy day tomorrow.” He had to be Mister Responsible here no matter how fun the alternative sounded.

“I think I can handle a few more rounds. Unless you’re too tired to handle me again. Your bones creaking?” She sent him a shit-eating grin. “C’mon, old man. Let me fuck you.”

Jinu snorted. “I’m starting to think you have a kink for me being a few centuries older than you.”

She swatted his arm. “I do not! Anyways, maybe I could ride you this time. I know you’re curious.”

“How’d you know that’s what I was thinking about?”

A laugh. “You were into me straddling you while I was wearing all that leather, weren’t you? I remember your fangs getting longer.”

He didn’t even try to deny it.

“Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll put that outfit on again. Just. For. You.”

She threw one of her legs over his waist and positioned herself so she was right over his hard-on. His hands grabbed her waist.

Her long hair flowed down her back and over his thighs like a waterfall.

She looked like a goddess.

“Tell me you want it, Jinu.” She grabbed his wrists and leaned forward so her chest was level with his mouth. “Tell me you want me.”

For all her bravado, he could hear the echoes of insecurity as she commanded him, like she thought he really would reject her. He had no words to accurately convey just how much he wanted her because it defied all logic. No matter what direction they took, there was a risk it wouldn’t work out and would only leave them more battered and bruised then when he’d bumped into her.

And even more illogical, he was willing to take that risk.

“I want you, Rumi.” Desperation licked at his words, giving them far more meaning than a quick fuck. “Take whatever you want from me.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” She took him in, sliding down until he was fully sheathed inside of her. She straightened up and placed her hands on his chest, claws digging into his abs.

The rhythm she set had no real rhyme or reason except what seemed to feel good for her. She’d bounce then swirl her hips above him, like she was looking for a specific spot that would have her coming in seconds. When she found it, her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

One of his thumbs reached for her clit, circling it, and the other did as she did earlier and traced her bottom lip. Rumi took his thumb into her mouth and swirled her tongue all over it.

The coil in his belly was winding tighter and tighter.

Hands itched to take control of the situation, to guide Rumi to their joint end.

Her eyes shut as she chased her high, grinding against his hips without warning.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Rising up, he took her into his arms, grasped her ass in both of his hands and lifted her up only to slam her back down.

Roaming hands and lips mapped out their top halves, burning a trail almost as hot as Rumi’s channel.

What would it take for them to stay like this forever?

Her soft little moans in his ear told him she was going to come soon.

“I don’t want this to end.”

Jinu wasn’t sure which one of them said it, too distracted by Rumi’s fluttering walls as she finally came around him. As he released inside of her, he squeezed her waist as close to him as possible until nothing could get between them.

As his heartbeat slowed, Jinu rested his forehead against Rumi’s. “Has anyone told you that you’re dangerous?” he whispered.

“Plenty of times. Usually when my sword is against their throat. You’re probably the first demon to have that happen and want me to fuck you instead of pissing your pants in fear.”

He probably was. “They don’t know what they’re missing out on.”

They held each other in silence, unwilling to leave the little sanctuary they’d made in each other’s arms.

Until the truth became too much to bear: they were sticky.

Rumi’s long hair looked slightly matted as the rest of her glistened in sweat. “Does your shower work?” she asked.

“Yeah, it does.”

“Good.” She grabbed his hand and led him to the shower room. It was small, barely big enough for both of them with a combined bath and shower and little else, but she climbed into the bathtub and tugged him forward. “Wash me and I’ll wash you?”

“We do that and I’m just going to take you again.”

“Shower sex sounds hot.”

Dangerous. She was far more dangerous than he gave her credit for.

Shower sex, however, was not in the cards as once they were both in the actual tub, it became obvious how little room they had to move and how easy it would be for one of them to fall over. Their legs were already a bit too unsteady and Jinu was not going to risk dropping Rumi just so he could get off.

Instead, he shampooed her roots and helped her condition her long hair. He rubbed soap all over her body and left little kisses here and there while she did the same for him. It was shockingly normal yet vulnerable. He liked taking care of her.

They sat on the floor of the sink room after drying off, Rumi’s head in his lap as he moved a towel over her hair to help it dry faster. Her eyes were closed in pleasure as he continued servicing her. Pampered princess.

Her demon patterns had receded all the way until only the ones on her upper arms remained and his had long since melted back into his skin.

Dawn was coming and they both knew it.

They were out of time.

“Jinu.”

It was only supposed to be one more kiss. One soft, sweet kiss to tell her how happy he was for the first time in who knew how long and how much he wanted the moment to last just a little longer.

Rumi turned it hungry. Her tongue snaked its way into his mouth and demanded he respond to her. Long nails returned to his hair, sending delicious shivers up his spine. She’d already shredded his back, marked him so thoroughly that he was going to have stay covered up for the foreseeable future, and he wanted more.

Brown eyes looked up at him with heavy lids. Before he could ask what she wanted, she got up, turned around, put her hands on the counter and spread her legs. Her gaze met his in the mirror.

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’

Those nine words were never going to leave his head, reverberating in his ears, challenging him every time he thought he found the limits to what Rumi would and wouldn’t do.

Jinu came to stand behind her and grabbed her hips. That tight ass that had kept his attention for so long met his hips as he entered her once more. She was even tighter like this, gripping him like she never wanted him to leave.

That made two of them.

“You take my cock so well, Rumi.”

She bucked backwards, meeting him thrust for thrust. They tried to hold eye contact in the mirror as much as possible, watching every little reaction the other made. Rumi’s full breasts swung back and forth, begging for him to grab one and mold it as he pleased. He did just that, taking in the weight of her.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

She moaned.

“You’re so perfect, like you were made for me.”

Her hands grasped the sink even tighter. Strong thighs shook.

“Hold on a bit longer, baby. Just a bit.”

He slowed his thrusts, dragging his cock out before slamming it back in and repeating the process until Rumi whined under him.

“Jinu, please.”

“Come.” He slapped her ass, watching as it jiggled with fascination.

Rumi leaned on her forearms and shook all around him. She came with a moan of his name and a ‘please’ so guttural he’d had no choice but to come after.

“I swear,” Rumi said between pants, “I’m going to find a way to make you come first.”

“I look forward to it.” He helped her stand up straight so he could hold her. “What made you decide to do that? Just bend over the sink?”

A bright red blush travelled up Rumi’s neck all the way to her hairline. “I’ve read some of Mira and Zoey’s smutty comics and it looked fun. And who knows when we’ll have another chance to do this.” Insecurity entered her eyes. “Did…did you hate it? Was I too forward?”

“No, I didn’t hate it. I like it when you tell me what you want.” To reassure her, he pulled her even closer. “I was just surprised.”

“You’re pretty amicable for a guy who’s four hundred-years-old.”

“What’s the point if only one person gets to have fun?”

Rumi smiled. “True. I have to go. The girls will be waking up soon and the Idol Awards are today. Promise me that you’ll fight against Gwi-Ma, Jinu.”

He couldn’t let her fight alone anymore. “I’ll tell the Saja Boys that we can’t do the performance.”

“Really?”

“I haven’t heard Gwi-Ma’s voice in hours. You and the other Hunters have a chance.”

She pulled him in for another kiss. “We will win and if you stay in the human realm, I’m sure you’ll be safe. Let me help you.”

“I’ll try.”

As much as it pained him, he sent her off with Tiger and Bird. His muscles ached and he’d had so little sleep that the rest of the day was going to be hard to get through. Rumi’s legs had shaken so much when she’d tried to stand that he wasn’t sure she’d be able to dance later.

But he had a new plan and hope that he and Rumi could have a different ending than the one he’d planned for.

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He should have known Gwi-Ma would overhear him tell Rumi that he would ruin the plan. It was sheer luck that Gwi-Ma hadn’t exposed everything else and had only amplified the voices of his mother and sister until they were piercing wails that drowned out all of the pleasure he’d experienced not even an hour before. Jinu would do anything to make it stop.

This damn song needed to be written but nothing was coming to him.

To really grab the attention of the Huntr/x fans that still hadn’t converted, he’d gone for the vampire boyfriend aesthetic, something similar to the Girl Crush theme of the Hunters while also having mass appeal. Two things never changed: humans loved a pretty face and for that pretty face to love them back.

Her bracelet adorned his wrist, a reminder of his inevitable betrayal.

‘Ah! Jinu.’

Luminous brown eyes staring up at him with vulnerability and affection.

Devotion.

Rumi was the only one that could see his scars and still think there was someone worth saving underneath it all. But she was wrong. The memories of everything he’d done, he had to get rid of them.

‘Does that include memories of me, Jinu?’ her ghost whispered in his ear.

No, no, he could still ask Gwi-Ma for her, to keep her beside him forever. Even if she hated him. He’d rather she be chained to him and full of rage than be gone from his sight, never to be seen again.

‘Get on your knees’

He knew the altar he would pray to every night, the shape and taste of her, the sounds she made as he took her and the wild look in her eyes as she took him. He’d found it so hard to believe in anything after he made his deal with Gwi-Ma, but now he knew he would kneel at Rumi’s feet if she asked.

Her hold over him would never waver.

He didn’t want it to.

Her light had become his sanctuary.

Centuries ago, Jinu had once penned a song for a young lady to sing to her lover. It was the most creative he had ever been, diving deep into the psyche of someone so unlike himself.

Pencil flying, he did it once more. Images of Rumi casting a spell on him, telling him that only she could love him and he would be safe in her arms all while he crawled towards her, hungry, desperate, so full of want that he would die if he didn’t reach her.

And she would welcome him into her embrace as he let her consume every last bit of him.

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’

Jinu had never done anything to deserve the kind of love Rumi offered him, deep and fulfilling. Bone-achingly soft and warm. And now that he’d tasted it, he was greedy. He had to have more.

He didn’t deserve it in the slightest.

Not even thirty minutes later, he had a song.

Twisted, dark, needy. So needy.

When Rumi heard it, would she hear what his heart was screaming? That he was so enraptured by her that his entire world was burning down around him?

It was too late for him to go against the plan now.

But he’d find a way to save her even if she hated him.

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Monster.

He was absolute monster for taking her biggest insecurity and using a pair of demons to pose as her best friends to expose her secrets.

Even then, she still fought for him, for them. Affirmed that what they had was real and she still wanted him.

But he hadn’t just made a mistake; he’d committed a grave sin and he had to be punished as long as his sins kept piling up.

This is what he had to do to save her.

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He’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

Rumi with her patterns not only on display, but glowing. Iridescent.

And her eyes locked on him as she sang. He could hear the words in her heart and how her voice was reaching out to him, begging for him to take her hand.

‘You are worth saving,’ it said.

He wasn’t.

But she was.

He couldn’t look away. How different could it all have been if she’d been alive in the Joseon era and he’d met her before making his deal? Or if he’d been born in her era? Two lifetimes flashed before his eyes, both full of the kind of love he’d been missing for so long. Her stomach rounded with their child, her eyes crinkling from old age, the whispers in the dark they would share every night. Rumi deserved every last bit of the happiness he would have given her and to be spared from all the tears he surely would have caused.

She’d never forgive him for what he was about to do.

Might even curse his name.

But he’d take every last bit of pain he could until there was nothing left of him in the world.

He’d barely even felt it as he took the blow meant for her. The tears in her eyes hurt far more.

“You gave me my soul back. And now, I give it to you.” Those words weren’t enough to convey everything he felt for her, but they would have to be enough.

His only real regret was that he wouldn’t have another chance to finally tell her everything in his heart.

Soul pouring into Rumi’s sword, he let himself become one with her once more until there was no him and her but only them. If this was the only way he could stay by her side, he’d gladly take it.

‘You wanna get wild? OK, I’ll show you wild!’

She certainly had.

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