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ℝ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 // Baby Saja

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The promo starts tomorrow- Tonight?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We couldn’t convince her to stay.”

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

“Ah, no,” Rumi keeps it short.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which they hadn't, like how.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good girl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it was ours.”

“It’s ours.”

“Ours.”

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

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

“Where are we going?” I ask, not really able to do much, stuck in the tight grasp of Baby. Trying to peak around his head I see the bath house sign. “Why are we going to a bath house?”

I get an answer quick enough when I hear their collective voices. “Mens?”

“Wow. Did you really follow us in here?” Jinu says with fake surprise.

“I knew they would. That one’s always looking at me,” Abby says matter-of-factly.

“No we’re not,” Mira and Zoey say, obviously staring at Abby. Rumi ignores the comments completely. Her eyes finding mine where I’m stood next to Baby. A possessive and protective hand on my waist. He glares at them like they had personally hurt him.

I guess unintentionally they had, but without what they did. We wouldn’t have met.

“Y/n?” soft, filled with disbelief. Rumi’s words seem to shake Mira and Zoey out of their staring trance as they too turn to me.

“Told you,” Mira starts. “She’s just as bad as the rest of them,” Baby makes a threatening move, growling slightly. It’s enough to make them take a step back.

“I wasn’t,” I state calmly. Placing a hand on Baby’s shoulder to calm him and to tell him to trust me this time. “Not until you betrayed me that is,” I continue, sending a glare their way. “Especially you, Rumi. What a sister you are,” I shake my head with disappointment.

“So, now you’ve sent a demon boy band after us?” Zoey asks, surprised and offended at the same time. “To what? Steal our fans?”

“Yes,” the six of us state clearly, a smirk pulling at my lips. “When I came back to this plane, it was fun to see how many you had already lost. And all that because I “left”,” their eyes widen at my words. “Now we’re here for the rest of them.”

“You think we’re just going to let you steal our fans?” Rumi’s voice laced with anger. “You’re gonna have to fight us for them.”

“Yeah. Keep your hands off our Honmoon,” Zoey adds.

Jinu chuckles. “We’re not here to fight,” tears in the Honmoon appear in the baths. “They are,” demons rise from the tears.

“Water demons.”

“Oh great. My favorite.”

“Get rid of the Hunters,” Jinu says to the water demon closest to him. I can’t stop the spike of fear puncturing my heart as my eyes shift from him to the people I once called family. “Then you can eat all the souls you want,” Baby squeezes my waist, but it doesn’t sooth the pain in my chest.

With that said, the water demons start fighting. Romance, Mystery and Abby swiftly making their way to another exit. Baby starts pulling me, but I hesitate. While he’s obviously upset at what they had done to me. He understands what I’m going through at this very moment.

“Have fun,” Jinu smirks evilly, nearly slipping on a small pool of water on the tiles. Turning around he starting running towards the exit. I finally find my willpower back and start moving. Holding onto Baby’s hand tight. Letting him drag me through the door. Running through the sauna as Rumi follows us quickly. She manages to cut Jinu off from the group.

“He can handle himself,” Baby reassures me and finally we go up in smoke and appear in our apartment. Out of breath, I let myself fall on the couch. Soon joined by him. He picks me up bridal style. Sits down himself before placing me in his lap. Leaning me so my head is resting on his shoulder.

“I can’t- I-”

“Shh, it’s okay,” his voice is soft. Warmth blooms in my chest and again I’m reassured. He’s not mad at me. He knows I was meant to be one of the good guys. “You don’t have to talk.”

We stay like that, unbothered by the other three. Until Jinu returns, face laced with realization and confusion but before he can say anything. All six of us get pulled back into the demon plane by Gwi ma.

A single soul flies overhead, straight into Gwi ma’s flame.

“My Little Soda Pop,” Gwi ma… sings? “It’s catchy. Surprisingly, your plan is working,” he says to us as we get up off the ground. Standing before him.

“I know, and that soul is just a starter,” Jinu says, his expression changing to please Gwi ma. “So let me get back to work, and you’ll be feasting in no time.”

“Two of the Hunters bear my mark, one of which I now have control over,” if Gwi ma had eyes they would be on me now with how intense the air around me got. “The other I do not.”

“This is good,” Jinu says, taking the attention off me. “This means she has shame. I’ll find out what it is and we can use it to destroy her and the Hunters for good.”

“I’ve taught you well, Jinu,” with that Gwi ma lets us return to our apartment on the human plane.

“Okay, issue,” Jinu says, sitting on one of the arm chairs in the room. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees. Covering his face with his left hand.

“What is it?” Romance asks, confused. Finding himself a seat on the couch. Abby returning from the kitchen with a bottle of water. Sitting in the other arm chair. Mystery finding his spot between Romance and Baby. I stood by the large open windows which had a view of the city sky line. From here I could see the Huntrix tower, the logo lit up in the dark of the night, in the far distance. Leaning against the glass as I subconsciously rubbed the patterns on my arms.

“Is it because of the look on your face when you first came back?” Baby asks, though I know his eyes don’t leave my frame. Watching over me protectively but letting me keep the space I need right now.

“Yes,” Jinu sighs, taking his hand away from his face. “Rumi appears to be my mate,” my eyes focus on his reflection in the window. Silence engulfs the room, almost like time stands still. I don’t think anyone knows what to say with this new information. “But that doesn’t change anything,” he chuckles awkwardly.

It’s very divided. Baby and I sure as hell can’t say shit about it. Me, technically, being a huntress and us being mates. Having just completed said mating bond.

“We’re going to stick to the plan,” Jinu ends up deciding. “We have to,” the words are whispered. My brows furrow in confusion. He can’t just be talking about the revenge. Baby fills my head with images of what Gwi ma could do to us if we fail.

It’s early morning, I think I got maybe an hour of sleep before I woke up from my running thoughts. Baby was a deep sleeper, if he hadn’t been, I was sure he would have jumped awake at the same time I did. Sneaking out of his hold. I grab my phone from its charger.

3:36 am

Sighing I get up. Pulling Baby’s sweater over my head. The hem falling just mid my thighs. My sweater now, really. Exiting the room I head for the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water. Swiftly taking a sip.

“Ah,” I sigh, walking to the living room, I just sat down on the couch when Jinu suddenly appears in front of me. Making me jump, Jinu reacting the same at seeing me awake.

“What are you doing awake?” he whisper hisses at me.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I hiss right back. He sighs and takes the same seat as before. I relax back in my seat, pulling my legs on the couch beside me.

“Fine,” he sighs. Tiger comes up from the floor. First letting himself be pet by Jinu before circling the coffee table. Jumping on the couch next to me, resting his head on my thigh. Placing my hand on his big head, I start petting him. Purrs slowly rumbling from his chest. “I went to meet Rumi,” anxiety spikes my chest, my eyes meeting his instantly. “I know, I know,” he puts his hands up. “I just, I had to tell her.”

While my heart is still running like a marathon, I sigh. “I get it. Once you realize it’s hard to keep it from them. Baby showed me what it felt like for him when he found out,” I explain in understanding. Jinu sighs in relief at my words.

“Thank you,” it wasn’t often Jinu got sincere, so I knew this was real. Just by the tone in his voice. “She did not react well,” he adds. “I shouldn’t be surprised of course, but I had hope with the way you reacted to Baby.”

“You have to understand that the situations are different. I had just been banished by my own family. She’s still in hiding,” I try to reason with him. “If Mira and Zoey knew, she would be with Gwi ma just like me.”

“What exactly happened that day?” the question is cautious. Testing the waters carefully. "I know you told us in part, but..."

“I wanted to tell Mira and Zoey about my patterns,” I state, my voice void of emotion. “I didn’t want to hide anymore. Rumi didn’t want to. Which I understood, but she said she would back me up,” I glance at him before focusing my attention on Tiger as I continue. “They reacted by drawing their weapons on me,” I pause for a moment. Throat swelling up with emotion. Unable to stop the betrayal from taking over me. “Rumi was the one to send me to Gwi ma,” I croak out, my hand trembling as I continue to pet Tiger as a distraction. Taking a deep shuddering breath. Baby appeared behind me suddenly. His calm aura settling over me. Looking back, up at him, his gaze is focused on Jinu. Glaring at him.

“What are you doing?” he asks accusingly. His hands settle on my shoulders. Comforting me.

“It’s okay. I’m okay now,” I smile gently at him, squeezing one of his hands. “It’s not his fault really,” he doesn’t seem to fully believe me. Tiger had looked up, almost offended that I had stop petting him. Though this did give Baby the opportunity to sit down himself and hold me close.

“What happened then?”

“I may have asked what happened that day,” Jinu explains.

“And this became a topic, because?”

“He apparently met with Rumi,” I tell him. “Telling her about them being mates, and it did not go as he hoped,” Baby nods, waiting for more information.

“I also may have offered to let Rumi talk to Y/n,” Jinu confesses, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

“WHAT!?” Baby and I say at the same time. Baby out of worry, me out of anxiety.

“Yeah, well,” Jinu sighs, struggling to find the right words. “I thought, since you’re sisters. And you being mated to Baby. You could maybe, I don’t know. Convince her it’s okay..?”

“You want my mate,” Baby’s voice is stern, threatening even. “ who got sent to Gwi ma by yours. To talk to Rumi?”

“I know, I know.”

“No, I don’t think you understand,” Baby’s eyes turn golden. “Her anxiety just woke me up, I am de deepest sleeper you know this. I will not allow Rumi to meet with Y/n.”

The conversation ends there. The next few weeks a filled with award shows where either the Saja boys winning or Huntrix. All the while I see the secret longing looks Jinu sends Rumi, and Rumi tries to hide the new pull that the mating bond created.

It’s conflicting with everything.

I want Jinu to be happy, and I hate that I want Rumi to be happy too. Becoming Baby’s mate has made me so happy. While I still hear Gwi ma’s voice it’s not nearly as loud as it was before we completed the mating. It doesn’t rule over me. I wish that for Jinu. I know his past haunts him, more than he dares to show.

And while it obviously hurts to be betrayed by my sister, I still cared for her. Can I still go through with this?

“Let’s bring ‘em in,” Bobby’s voice announces as the doors to the signing open. Hiding in the crowd, I watch as the guys waddle in. “Hey, single file, no pushing.”

“And who should I make this out to?” Rumi asks, grabbing the stack of her posters, closer to herself.

“ 'To our biggest fans' ,” Jinu says, all of them casually revealing themselves. No longer hidden by the sleeping bags.

“It’s the Saja boys!” while everyone is focused on the boys, the frustration of the girls doesn’t go unnoticed by me.

“It is an honor!” Bobby regards them politely. “Table, now!”

“Joint signing!” while the room splits into two sides. I teleport behind the Huntrix banner, having practiced a lot since that first try.

“We lose half the fans?” I can just hear Rumi’s murmured words. “The Saja Boys will sit with us!”

“What? Rumi?” Mira and Zoey react quietly. “What are you doing?”

“Huh? Same table?” the crowd joins together again as the table gets moved next to theirs.

“We need every fan,” Rumi tells the other two.

“Hm. We keep meeting like this,” Romance says, sitting down next to Mira. Draping an arm over her chair. Leaning his head on his other hand. Staring at Mira while she glares back at him. Abby taking a seat on Mira's left, smirk tugging at his lips.

“I am not sitting with no Saja boy-” Zoey cuts herself off when Mystery sits down next to her, giggling like a high school girl with a crush. “What’s up?”

“I didn’t think you liked sharing,” Jinu whispers to Rumi when he sits down beside her.

“I love sharing.”

“Oh, so you shared your secret with your friends?”

“If only I could smash your demon face in right now,” Mira hisses quietly. Her eyes shifting from Romance to Abby as she signs her poster. “Thanks for coming!” she puts up a sweet face as she hands over the signed poster.

“Should I tell them?” Jinu asks.

“No, I can’t tell them,” Rumi reminds him.

“Are you whispering?” a fan suddenly cut their conversation. The two of them stuttering as they frantically sign the Rumi poster and hand it to the fan. “Your secret’s safe with me,” she says pointing at her shirt which has a drawing of the two of them along with their ship name; Rujinu. They chuckle awkwardly. “Oh, so cute!”

“Thanks for coming!” Zoey speaks with a sweet smile on her lips, while Mystery sits next to her. Arms crossed, pretty much staring down the Huntrix fan in front of them like he had seen them kick a puppy. Softly growling. “No! Bad Saja Boy!” Zoey scolds him which surprisingly stops his growling.

“I’ll sign first,” Mira fights with Abby and Romance over who will sign the cast of a fan. Dragging his foot from left to right on the table like he isn’t struggling to keep his stability on his crutches.

"If Y/n were still with Huntrix," I catch the whisper of a fan. An image of said fan being sent to me by Baby. The fan standing directly in front of him. "I would ship you," he doesn't reply. Simply smirks and sends the fan a wink making them squeal.

“I’m not gonna talk to someone who’s helping Gwi ma,” Rumi whispers, trying to focus on the signing.

“What if that’s not the plan anymore.”

“Like I would believe you, you have my sister helping you.”

“And who’s fault is that,” he whispers in her ear making her kick his foot under the table.

“I had no choice!” She whisper yells at him. “They didn’t accept her. If I revealed what I am we would never stand a chance at defeating Gwi ma. I’m supposed to hate all demons, like I hate Gwi ma.”

“If hate could defeat Gwi ma, we would have done it a long time ago,” Jinu tells her calmly, truthfully. “Trust me.”

“Excuse me, mr. Jinu,” the voice of a little girl cuts their moment. “I made this for you,” both turn to the girl. Jinu surprised, not expecting this in the slightest.

“Uh, for me?” she holds out the drawing to him. He takes the paper like its a porcelain plate. Fragile, breakable. The two stare at the drawing for a little while.

“Maybe listen to those voices instead of the ones in your head,” Rumi says referring to the time they met up, she’s trying to be rude about it, but it sounds more sincere than I think she meant to.

It had been a couple of days since Tiger had been at the apartment. He finally appeared again when it was just me, Baby and Jinu in the living room. The other three had been disappearing into their rooms more often than not.

Tiger sat in front of Jinu, waiting for his attention. I was stretched out over the couch, using Baby’s thighs as a pillow while he read above me. Fingers running through my hair soothingly.

“Oh, my-” Jinu’s sudden excitement has my eyes shoot open in surprise. Baby sighed but closed the book nonetheless. How he did it, I don’t know, but he would just remember the page number he left on. Not caring about a bookmark. Who does that?

“What is it?” I ask, sleepily.

“It’s from Rumi, she’s agreed to meet you,” the anxiety spike returns, just that has Baby reach for my hand. Squeezing it gently.

“I thought, I had been very clear, last time we spoke about this,” Baby glares at him. Sitting up slowly, I take the card from Jinu.

Fine, I’ll take that talk with Y/n. But not for you! She’ll know where to meet me. - Rumi

Stubborn as ever, I shake my head. “You think she’s feeling the pull?” I ask Baby. He sighs, not liking the way my anxiety melted away for warmth of the potential happiness that could come out of this.

“Yes, she probably is,” he answers me, voice gentle, unlike how he spoke to Jinu. “I’m surprised she held out this long. “

“Is that were Tiger was?” I ask Jinu, who nods.

“I’ll do it,” I announce after a moment of me just staring at her neat hand writing.

“I’m coming with you,” Baby immediately says, but I shake me head.

“No, she won’t trust you,” it’s true and he knows it. “I can protect myself. I can get away from her, thanks to you,” I peck his cheek. Lingering to reassure him that I’ll be okay.

“Alright.”

I arrive first. Kneeling in front of our moms grave.

“Hi mom,” my voice soft. “I know it’s been a while since my last visit. I’m sorry,” I apologize. A crunch of a branch tells me Rumi has arrived. Placing a kiss on the tips of my fingers, I press them against her headstone before standing up. Turning to Rumi.

“I didn’t think you would actually show,” she says, a sullen expression on her face. Hands stuffed in her sweaters pockets.

“When Jinu first told me of his offer to you, I wouldn’t have come, no,” I tell her honestly. Moving at a wide radius away from our moms grave. Giving Rumi the opportunity to talk to mom like I just had.

She does just that, I give her space to do so. This is the first time we talk to her separately. We always went to her grave together every now and again.

“Is this… mates thing… a lie?” she hesitates, when she’s done talking to mom. Getting up, keeping the same radius I had. Ten paces apart we take our seat on separate grass patches.

“It is not,” I shake my head, pulling the zipper down of my turtle neck top. Show her my mating mark that has now healed completely. Leaving holographic scars in the shape of his teeth. “Jinu did not lie to you about that, and I think you believed him. Even before you wanted to.”

She nods, seemingly ashamed that she did, but unable to deny the pull she now feels to him. “Did Jinu lie when he said he wasn’t going to help Gwi ma anymore?”

“Yes and no,” she looks confused at my answer.

“What does that mean?” she frowns.

“I think, that after finding out you were his mate, he stopped wanting to help Gwi ma.”

“But?”

“But because of what you did to me-” anxiety spikes as the memories play again. Warmth spreads within seconds, allowing me to take a deep breath and continue. Thank you Baby. “And the memories that haunt, not only Jinu, but the others too. They became my friends, I know it may seem like they do all this for Gwi ma. But they don’t. They will continue if it means they can get rid of their memories. Probably until its too late.”

“I guess… I guess I can’t blame them for that…” she sighs, gaze falling to the grass in front of her, like she can’t bear to meet mine. “For what it’s worth… I am so-rry,” her voice cracks. Her mask faltering as tears roll freely off her cheeks. “… I’m so- so sor-ry…” her shoulders shake. “I- I panicked! I never-” she sniffles. “I never wanted to hurt- you.”

“It hurt… so much,” I croak out, unable to keep from crying myself. Being this close yet so far from my sister. It was agony. “Not just the betrayal…” a quick intake of breath which does little to stop my emotions from going haywire. “It was like I was- like I was being burned… in, I don’t know, hell fire,” I struggle to find the words. Trying to paint a picture she would - hopefully - never feel. "Gwi ma, tortured me... with it... making it play- over and over," I pause. "Louder, every time," my voice just above a whisper. It hangs in the air for an uncertain amount of time.

“Can I please- hug you?” her voice is so soft, I barely catch her words. Looking up in surprise. Wondering if I even heard her right. My eyes find hers already staring at me. Switching between either one in desperation. I barely finish my nod and she on her feet.

We crush together in the middle. Arms wrapped tightly around each other. Tears ruining each others clothes, not that we cared about that in the moment, or ever.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” her voice is shaky as she whispers the words, over an over. Hiding her face in my shoulder. I feel us sink to the gravel, never letting go.

I don't know how long we stay there, just crying while we hold onto each other desperately.

“I missed you so much,” she whispers when we finally stopped crying. Pulling away enough to look at me up close. A shaky smile forms on my lips as I nod in agreement.

“I missed you too, even though I felt betrayed,” I sigh, using one hand to wipe away left over tears. “Mira and Zoey too.”

“I know they miss you too,” it surprises me. Her voice is so full of raw emotion I know she’s not lying. “We regret it so much, me the most,” she points at her own chest. “I lost my voice, I couldn’t sing anymore. I didn’t think I deserved to either way.”

We are hunters, voices strong

I start, which she quickly catches on to. Joining me.

Slaying demons with our song Fix the world and make it right When darkness finally meets the light

Our foreheads meet in the middle. It held a lot more meaning now. We weren’t singing about slaying literally demons. It was about our thoughts. How we can speak our truth to each other now. Where her darkness meets my light and we can still fix all this. “That is the first time I’ve sang since the performance before… you know.”

“Meeting Jinu, my voice returned. I had someone who I could talk about my patterns with again,” Rumi confesses. “Someone I could be completely me with, but it was different.”

“It is,” I nod, separating our connection. “Because he is your mate. I had the same with Baby. Even if I didn’t want to believe demons could be nice at first,” I shake my head, getting a smile from her. “Also, would you believe it! Not all demons are ugly like we thought,” this gets her to laugh uncontrollably, happy tears playing on the rims of her eyes. She pulls me impossible closer, letting out a shuddering sigh of relief.

“Hey, can demons only have demon mates?” I ask, still confused by Romance, Mystery’s and Abby’s recent behavior changes.

“Uhm, no,” Mystery answers my question surprisingly. His expression unreadable. “Could be a human too,” the way he drags out ‘too’, only confirms my suspicions.

“Am I correct in assuming you three have found your mates in my human band members?” it’s hard to hide the smirk that starts tugging at my lips. Abby is the first to react, his gaze flicking to me in an instant. Got you. “I knew it!” I fist pump the air in excitement.

“Why does our misery excite you exactly?” Romance asks, sinking lower into the couch.

“Well,” I draw out the word as I get off of Baby’s lap. Much to his dismay. “Because it changes everything!”

“What are you talking about?” Abby asks, confusion written on all over their faces. Except, Baby, which surprises me only a little. Maybe my feelings about this have bled into him more than I thought.

“Don’t you see,” I start, pacing in front of them. “All of you have mates on this plane. Hunters to be precise,” I explain it like it’s obvious. “If we destroy them, you’ll never be with them!” this seems to make all of them pause.

“They hate demons, remember,” Romance’s voice is edged with a depression I had never seen on the man.

“That doesn’t mean they can’t change!” my voice is almost desperate. Trying to get them to see what I see. “If- if,” my thoughts go too fast for my mouth to keep up. A hand takes mine, Baby. I breathe. “If we can convince Rumi that we will help them seal the Honmoon-”

“What!?” that comes from all three of them at once.

“Listen to me!” I snap, gripping Baby’s hand tighter. “If we help them seal the Honmoon, while we are on this plane. It will keep us here!” slowly their gaze shift from disbelief to something I can’t place. Something like… hope. Or maybe fear of even the thought of hope. “Gwi ma won’t have control over us.”

“How are you so sure?” Mystery asks, his voice soft. Unrecognizable from his normal confident self.

“Because Rumi and I were already born when the Honmoon was last sealed,” I tell them. “We stayed here, lead normal human lives. Even if we had to hide our patterns.”

“Alright, I’ll trust you on this,” Abby says sitting up straight. This gets the other two to agree soon after.

“How do we make it happen?”

“Jinu, you need to talk to Rumi. Tell her our plan,” I turn to Jinu. “She’ll do whatever she can to ensure Mira and Zoey will not harm us. I’m sure of it, but we will have to keep pretending to do this for Gwi ma,” the plan was simple really. It would all end tomorrow at the International Idol Awards.

“Two bands, one award,” the intro starts playing on the tv in the Saja Boys’ dressing room. “Every snowflake is special. But one snowflake is probably the best. Who will be the top the the mountain?”

“Is this guy for real?” Abby asks in disbelief. I smack his arm playfully.

“Hey, this is a respected award show,” I tell him. “We are five-year reigning champions, I’ll have you know,” Baby chuckles at my defense, squeezing my side.

“Fans from around the universe will decide!” The stage comes into view. The stadium filled to the brim with fans. “Finally, the moment you’ve been waiting for. Here are the five-year reigning champs of the International Idol Awards, Huntrix!”

“Okay, it’s time,” I tell them. “Fake the fight,” immediately they start arguing about stupid things like stolen shoes. Men, am I right? But it sounds believable, especially through he nearly sound proof door.

“Versus the heart-stealing newcomers, the Saja Boys! Who will win?” “Please welcome to the stage, the Saja Boys!”

“The Saja Boys, are having a fight,” I tell a staff member as I open the door just a peep. “They will not be performing tonight,” Their eyes seem to widen. Rushing away. Most likely to tell other staff and Bobby of the earlier performance of the Huntrix.

Closing the door behind me, I give them a thumbs up. “Now we just let it play out.”

Everything quiets down in the room. Watching in anticipation, hoping it would work.

“Uh, okay, there’s been a slight change in schedule,” the host announces.

Baby is sat on the arm rest of the leather couch in the room. I sit right on the edge between his legs, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Possessive, protective. Afraid of loosing me, just as I am to loose him if this goes bad.

Romance, Abby and Mystery actually sit on the three seater leather couch. Jinu, nervously sat on the other arm rest. Tension was high.

“Here to preform their hot new single, Golden, it’s Huntrix!”

“What?” my voice is laced with confusion. The door to the dressing room slams open. Startling everyone in the room.

“Y/n, quick.”

“When you told me to wear my golden costume, you could have told me this was the reason for it,” I tell Rumi while she throws a headworn microphone at me.

I lock eyes with Baby, portraying that I didn’t know.

“You go this,” he winks confidently. “I’ll be right here when you return,” I smash our lips together in a desperate kiss. Pouring all my fear into it along with anxious hope. “Go, darling,” his voice soft as he wipes a tear I didn’t know escaped off my cheek.

Breaking away, I watch as Rumi pulls away from a similar kiss with Jinu. A blush covering her cheeks. With that we run out the room.

“Do Zoey and Mira know I’m here to perform?” I ask on the way.

“Uhm, kind of?” Rumi admits, grimacing.

“Rumi!”

“I told them to trust me, alright!” we reach the girls just in time. It luckily doesn’t give the two the chance to ask any questions as we get lifted up to the stage.

I start my part, the crowd cheering in surprise.

I was a ghost, I was alone. Eo du wojin, ap gil sok e Given the throne I didn’t know How to believe I was the queen that I’m meant to be!

Thankfully, it all goes smoothly as we continue the song. Leaving the stage when its time for Rumi’s solo. I anxiously keep my distance from Zoey and Mira. Though I’m not too worried with so many people around.

“She’s killing it out there!” Zoey nearly screams overjoyed to see my sister sing well once more. Mira on the other hand doesn’t seem to be sure whether she should be glaring at me or feel grateful that I’m actually still alive. In the end she shakes her head.

“Let’s go finish this,” but commotion backstage draws our attention. We watch Bobby being dragged away by to people, their eyes flashing gold before disappearing around the corner. “Bobby?” Zoey turns to glare at me instantaneously.

“This isn’t us, I swear,” I hold up my hands trying to prove my innocence. “I didn’t do this!”

“Stay away from us,” Mira hisses at me as I go to follow them to help Bobby. My breath quickens as I watch them run away. The staff yelling after them that they’re on in 20 seconds.

“What is happening?” I mutter, dashing in the other direction. I crash straight into the dressing room. All five of them are still sat there, watching Rumi perform.

Baby is at my side in seconds. “What’s going on?”

“Who took Bobby!?” my voice is more confused than accusatory, but its there. Their brows furrow. “I thought we agreed.”

“We did,” Mystery stands up confused. “What do you mean, who took Bobby?”

Realization dawns on me, my eyes darting to the screen. “Rumi…” I breath, watching as the music changes from Golden to an entirely different song. One I didn’t know. Mira and Zoey join her back onstage… but something is off about them. “I have to get to Rumi!”

Emotion crowds my chest as I teleport in bursts, racing closer and closer to the stage. But I’m too late.

The fakes have already exposed her patterns.

“No!” Rumi’s voice pierces the air. Lights break in her wake. Her patterns start glowing purple. Unable to hide them anymore. She’s trembling. Frantic, scared, exposed.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the real Zoey and Mira return on the other side of the stage. Stopping in their tracks at the sight of Rumi. And slowly they step back. Back… away from her.

Rumi gains enough control of herself and runs off stage. I quickly run after her, but I’m not fast enough to stop her from running into Mira and Zoey. Witnessing their conversation from the stairs.

“How are you here?” I hear Rumi’s shaky voice. “You were just on stage. That wasn’t you?” She trembling like crazy. “Oh, thank goodness,” she takes a step closer to them. But they just take a steps back. “No. No!” her gaze falls to her hands, the patterns on full display. Not hidden like she expected them to be.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Zoey’s voice is surprisingly soft as she questions Rumi. “You knew about Y/n because you are one too.”

Her breath hitches. “Yes, but-” she stutters. “I didn’t have a- have choice.”

“You lied to us,” Mira’s voice is sharp. “This whole time?”

“No, I-” she shakes her head vividly. “We had a plan.”

“We?”

“Sealing the Honmoon,” I finally speak up. Revealing myself to them. Joining Rumi. Mira and Zoey take another step back, drawing their weapons on us, but not yet pointing them at us.

“You told us to trust you,” Zoey's voice is colder than I have ever heard it.

“And it back fired, on not just us, but on you too,” if looks could kill, Mira’s gaze would have sent us straight to hell.

“No,” I tell them, shaking my head. “This wasn’t us,” I say referring to me and the Saja Boys. “We wanted you guys to seal the Honmoon tonight.”

“It was supposed to save us,” Rumi adds, taking my hand with her shaky one. “We were supposed to become normal… and be together again.”

“How could we be together if we can’t tell your lies from your truths, Rumi?”

“I knew it, I knew it was too good to be true,” Mira’s voice is filled with disappointment.

“Mira, no! Didn’t you see?” Rumi tries once more as a desperate attempt. “See the gold? We’re so close!” instead they only back up further as she tries to get closer to them. “No, don’t leave! We can still…”

“Fix this!” my voice combines with hers makes the Honmoon ring magenta. Loosing us whatever trust that would have been left from the two. Mira pointing her woldo at us.

“Zoey, please,” my voice trembles. Tears in my eyes. It doesn’t change anything. She too readies her kunai’s. Before they can try to use them on us. I squeeze Rumi’s hand and teleport her with me.

I wasn’t entirely sure where I took us. But it became clear as our eyes followed how the Honmoon was breaking apart. Our gaze landing on the Shinmok. Celine stood there, back to us. But she knew we were there. Turning around with her nat suddenly, as if to catch us off guard.

“Rumi? Y/n?”

“I thought we could fix it,” Rumi says. Staring blankly at the ground. Voice going static.

“They know of both of us now,” my voice seems to do the same as we near Celine.

“There is no denying it now.”

“There is no fixing it.”

“This is what we are,” The slow tearing of the Honmoon had both of us looking mostly demon, mirrored glowing patterns, one gold eye each.

“Y/n, how?” they had to have told Celine the truth of what happened that night. She wouldn’t have been as surprised to see me if they hadn’t. They thought I had been dead. “I tried to protect you,” Celine continues, stepping cautiously closer to us. “When we lost your mother, I swore to protect you both. But I never thought that you would be children like this,” her voice trembles as she reaches out to us but can’t seem to touch us. Doesn’t dare to touch us. “Everything I was taught told me you two were wrong, but I made a promise. So I did my best to accept you and help you-”

“Accept us?” Rumi asks, meeting Celine’s tear filled gaze. “You told us to cover up, to hide.”

“Yes, until we can fix everything-”

“And look where that got us,” I scoff. “If we had been honest… from the start,” I choke on my own emotions. “We wouldn’t look like this now.”

“The Honmoon would have been golden already.”

“We can still fix this,” Celine mumbles she steps away from us.

“Don’t you get it!”

“This is what we are!” Rumi and I speak sentence after sentence like we had rehearsed this. But we hadn’t, we just knew exactly what we were trying to get across to her.

“Look at us,” we state when she will no longer dare to look us in the eyes. To truly see what she caused. “Why can’t you look at us?! Why couldn’t you love us?!”

“I do!”

“Every part of us!” our combined cry for acceptance creates another magenta ripple to run over the Honmoon around us. Spreading wider than before.

“This is why we have to hide it,” Celine sounds desperate and out of breath. Looking around frantically at the Honmoon. “Our faults and fears must never been seen. It’s the only way to protect the Honmoon.”

Silence.

“If this is the Honmoon we’re supposed to protect, we’re glad to see it destroyed,” with that we leave her there.

Our agreement is silent as we meet at moms grave once more. “We’re going to have to create a new Honmoon,” I tell her. The both of us pacing the ground.

“Yes, we do.”

“I have a plan, one sec,” I leave her for approximately five seconds before returning with the Saja Boys. Jinu immediately takes Rumi in a protective hold.

“Do you know, how hard it was for me to not follow you,” Baby whispers in my ear as he stands behind me. Wrapping an arm around my waist.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize, turning sideways to peck his cheek. “Thank you for trusting me,” he responds to my words with a bite to my mating mark making me shiver deliciously. “Not now," I scold him.

“Anyways, plan,” Romance asks.

“Right, have you guys spoke to Gwi ma yet?”

“Yes,” Abby answers. “He believes we are still on his side. He just thought it took too long. Sorry for that Rumi,” he apologizes awkwardly to my sister.

“We genuinely didn’t know this would happen,” Jinu adds, squeezing the girl who accepts the apology.

“That’s good, did he miss me there?” I ask.

“I don’t think he could care less,” Baby says, seemingly relieved knowing I’m pretty much not a target for Gwi ma. “But Gwi ma has everyone in a trance. They are all going to Namsan Tower.”

“Okay, we can work with that,” Rumi says, running her brain for ideas.

“Including, Zoey and Mira,” Mystery adds, worry lacing his voice.

“Okay, that makes it a bit harder,” I admit.

“Gwi-ma wants us to do a show there, to keep the people tranced,” Jinu goes to explain Gwi ma’s plan. “That way they will willingly walk into his fire.”

“Do it,” I tell them, seriously. All six of them stare at me like I grew three heads. “We can put a stop to it,” I point my finger between me and Rumi. “Trust me.”

It doesn’t take the boys a lot of convincing, they nod. Jinu leaves a linger kiss on Rumi’s lips. “Take care of yourself,” he tells her sincerely. She nods in silent promise.

“If anything goes wrong, I will protect you,” Baby says to me. “Even if it kills me,” I want to tell him no, but he connects our lips and disappears before I can melt into it.

Rumi and I meet eyes, scared but ready.

Oh!

Rumi’s voice rings loud and clear through Namsan Tower. Cutting the boys off. People clear the way for a view of Rumi. Stood there, broken but true.

We are hunters. Voices strong. Slaying demons with our song. Fix the world and make it right. When darkness finally meets the light.

“You come here like this?” no one is walking towards the flames anymore, just like I suspected. “You think you can fix the world? You can’t even fix yourself,” Gwi ma plays with her shame and insecurities.

“I can’t,” she admits, sullenly.

“And now everyone finally sees you for what you really are.”

“They do.”

“And the Honmoon is gone.”

“It is,” Gwi ma thinks he’s won. “So we can make a new one,” her gaze grows serious.

Nothing but the truth now. Nothing but the proof of what I am.

She walks as she sings, closer. Transforming unknowingly, but I see it. Patterns glowing like iridescent glass, shifting though colors with every note she sings.

The worst of what I came from Patterns I’m ashamed of Things that even I don’t understand I tried to fix it I tried to fight it My head was twisted My heart divided My lies all collided I don’t know why I didn’t Trust you to be on my side

That’s when I join, appearing right next to her.

I broke into a million pieces, and I can't go back But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like

My eyes find Zoey, who is emerging from the crowd, soul glowing bright. Rumi finding Mira just the same.

Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?

Zoey joins with her own truth.

I should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead

Mira, putting her trust in us more than she ever could.

Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony The song we couldn't write, this is what it sounds like

“Stop this song!” Gwi ma demands. Three tears open at the center of the stage. Demons crawling out fast. But we don’t stop.

We're shattering the silence, we're rising defiant Shouting in the quiet, you're not alone

We draw our weapons. Rumi, her sword, Mira her woldo, Zoey her Kunai’s. And me, I draw my dual daggers.

We listened to the demons, we let them get between us But none of us are out here on our own

We fight through the demons with ease, continuing our song. Souls lighting in the crowd as our voices harmonize and grow strong.

So, we were cowards, so, we were liars So, we're not heroes, we're still survivors The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired But dive in the fire and I'll be right here by your side

Meeting in the center, we hug, creating a brand new Honmoon.

“I promise you, I am on your side,” I tell them.

“We know,” Zoey breathes with relief.

“Trust me, when I tell you that the Saja boys are on our side,” they hesitate for a moment when our eyes connect. But with a nod from Rumi, they nod too.

We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head? Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like

More demons spawn, crawling their way to us. The Saja boys flying up into the air. Rumi pushes forward while, Zoey, Mira and I take care of the crawling demons coming at us.

Though, Gwi ma, quickly calls them back. Abby and Romance swooping down, pretending to attack Mira. A spike of fear runs through me at the sight. Afraid she’ll attack them anyway, but she pretends right back.

Mystery lands before Zoey, staring her down menacingly. Baby, grabbing a hold of me from behind. I know he’s trying to protect me and fight away a smile that’s threatening to break on my face.

“You’re voices cannot ... defeat ... me!” Gwi ma yells, sending a blast directly at Rumi. She reacts quick enough, using her sword as a shield.

“No!” I scream out. Jinu and I seem to have the same plan.

He is there first, taking the brute force of the blast.

But I teleport behind him. Pushing him at Rumi, they both gasp. Turning to me.

“Y/n!” my eyes shift to Baby. He tries but fails to get to me. Teleporting in spurts before collapsing on the ground. Feeling exactly what I feel.

It’s not just physical. It’s like my body and soul are being torn apart from the inside out. It's that hell fire all over again, but triple the pain.

“Y/n, no,” Rumi’s voice is filled with fear. Jinu’s eyes shift from mine to Baby where he lays on the stage floor.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper. “for wanting revenge.”

“No,” she shakes her head vividly. Not agreeing with what I said. “I deserved it!” she nearly yells at me.

“It’s okay,” I struggle to smile. The pressure of the blast almost becoming to much. My heart pounds in my ears, louder and louder. Deafening me as my eyes slowly blur to a close.

But I don’t wither away like I expect. I can feel my body fighting the blast. A war raging beneath my skin. I don’t need to see it to know what’s happening.

The iridescent patterns, spread. Like veins of molten light weaving across my skin. Swallowing my entire body, covering every inch of me in the iridescent glow.

Growing brighter like a blinding radiant light, gasps ring in my head as my body blinds everyone present. Drowning the tower in an otherworldly glow.

This is what does it. All souls seem to come to life. I can’t see it, but I can feel it. From where I’m floating. The crowd sings the song. Letting Rumi, Mira and Zoey use their souls to defend themself against Gwi ma.

We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head? Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like

My eyes finally seem to open as I float with them. High, higher. My voice returns and I’m able to join them in over powering Gwi ma. Our voices sealing the new Honmoon.

My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like Truth after all this time, our voices all combined When darkness meets the light, this is what it sounds like

“Shit, Y/n,” Mira curses when the four land back on stage. But Y/n doesn’t stay standing. If it weren’t for Mira’s quick reaction time to keep her up.

Rumi is quick to help her keep, Y/n up. Worry running through her body. It’s Zoey who checks for a pulse.

“She’s alive,” she announces quietly. Their eyes find the Saja boys, still there, back in human form. Mystery and Abby carrying a, in a similar state, Baby.

A groan escapes me lips, turning around. Or trying to anyway, to face away from the light shining onto my face. The sharpness of it, not helping my headache in the slightest.

I finally manage to turn around in the tangles of my covers, taking in a deep breath. Snuggling my face into the pillow in front of me. Why is it so hard tho? I go to punch it, so it's soft but my hand finds a chest instead.

"Ow," it's not a sound of actually pain, but my eyes shoot open anyways. I instantly regret it when I'm hit with a sharp spike from the headache. Squeezing my eyes shut, arms wrap around me tighter. Pulling me closer to the person. Opening my eyes again, slower this time.

I look up, finding Baby already lazily staring back at me. A gentle smile on his lips. "Hello, darling," his voice deep from sleep.

"Hi..." I melt back into him. Snuggling my face back into his chest. Wrapping my right arm around him, grabbing hold of him tightly. The room stays silent for a while, apart from our soft breathing.

"Wait," I mumble, my eyes opening once me. "I'm alive...?"

"I guess we are," Baby agrees. A flash of him not being able to make it to me in time has chills running down my spine.

"But..." I'm so confused. "But how?" I don't remember anything of what happened after I closed my eyes when the blast got too much. "How long have we been asleep for?"

"I don't know, but it could have been longer had you not punched me," he smirks teasingly, making me pout. He kisses it away, his hands finding my waist, tickling me.

Laughter filling the room, headache gone with the wind.

"What is going on!?" the door to the room gets thrown open. Smashing against the wall. Startling us, our gazes turning to said door.

There we find, Rumi, Jinu, Zoey & Mira, Mystery, Romance and Abby close behind them.

"You're awake!" Zoey scream, rushing over to what I now realize is old my bed at the Huntrix apartment. Pulling me from Baby, she hugs me tight, Rumi and Mira not far behind. Engulfed in a hug of the people I love the most. Well, besides Baby of course.

"You guys," my voice muffled by Rumi's hoodie. "I need to actually breathe," I chuckle when they actually give me some room. "What happened?"

"Later, first food," Mira says, pulling out of bed. Had they put my pajamas on me? I wonder as I stare down at my llama pants. The men in the room just chuckle, including Baby. He to gets out of bed, wearing his own set of pajamas. Not once I had ever seen before though. They matched mine too, only his were black and white, while mine were white and black.

Before I can ask anymore questioned we're being ushed out the room. Straight to the living room where I'm made to sit down. In an instant I'm being handed my flavor ramyeon. I don't question why they had it ready already. Baby taking a seat next to me, being handed a cup of my flavor ramyeon.

They all gather around us, just staring at up with grateful smiles which kinda creeps me out. But I let it slide for a second when I notice Zoey sitting close to Mystery. My eyes shooting to Mira, happy to find her as she takes a seat between Abby and Romance.

"... Okay, now tell us what happened," I demand as we eat slowly. Wanting them to stop gawking at us.

It's a story told like a disoriented bird. It goes left, right, up down, never straight. But it's nice to hear them talking. I sink against Baby.

Listen to them explain how they all thought we were dead, pointing at both Baby and me. Relieved when they found a pulse on both of us. "Going to a hospital wasn't gonna do anything," Zoey rambles, shaking her hand dismissively. "So we brought you here."

"And we waited," Mira adds.

"And waited," Rumi adds, grinning.

"And totally did not prepare two ramyeon for you everyday in anticipation or anything," Zoey continues. Making my eyes widen. Turning my head I look at our kitchen. Stacks upon stacks of opened, hopefully empty, ramyeon cups stood on the counter.

"Oh don't worry, thats only like, idk 50 cups," Jinu shrugs.

"What!? We were OUT for 25 days!?"

"Uhm..." Rumi, Mira and Zoey both count on their fingers. "No, 26 days," they say casually, pointing at the cups we were currently holding.

"Wha-" I look at Baby whose eyes are just as wide as mine.

"We knew you two would be fine," Romance says, shrugging his shoulders. "The fact that you two sealed your mating bond protected you."

"You can feel each others pain, yes," Jinu continues. "But you also take. So while yes, you took the full blast of it. Baby over here, took half if away from you."

"That saved you from it being a lethal blow," Mystery finishes. "It just took a while to recover," he smiles sweetly.

"Okay, wow," is all I can think to say. Leaning forward to put the now empty Ramyeon on the coffee table, taking Baby's before he can protest. "But I'm still confused, did we ... win?"

"Yes," Mira chuckles. "You actually sung with is, do you not remember that?"

"No, I don't remember anything that happened after I closed my eyes. and thought I would die," Baby sat cross legged. So I swiftly placed my self between his legs. Instantly his arms wrap around my shoulders. Pecking the top of my head, lingering.

"It was so cool!" Zoey goes off. "You turned like fully iridescent! It was blinding! But that is what let us defeat Gwi ma."

"Okay, one more question," I state. "Is everything good, are we good? Did you guys tell them...?" instantly Zoey blushes and Mira turns surprisingly red. A rare sight.

"Yes, we are mated," Mystery smiles lovingly at Zoey, who turns to him. Pecking his lips sweetly.

"Us, too," Abby smirks. "We managed to tie this beauty down," he says squeezing Mira's waist who sends him a playful glare. Romance chuckling and pecking her cheek.

The end!

#kpop demon hunters #saja boys #baby saja x reader #Rumi x Jinu #Rujinu #Zoey x Mystery #Romance x Mira x Abby #plot with smut #minors do not interact #english is not my first language #I poured my heart and soul into this #please don't crush it #femhuntrix reader #huntrix reader #huntrix reader x baby saja

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blasphemyandbackshots · 1 day ago

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Imagine, you dating Bakugou, who is said canonically destroyed his eardrums because of his explosives. And then you casually throwing him flirty sign languages every now and then whenever your eyes would meet. If that was me, my favorite color would be red, as red as his blushing face

Bakugo Katsuki had always known his body would take damage from his own power. Scars, burns, stress on his joints, but no one warned him about his ears.

He didn’t talk about it much, but he missed things sometimes. Bits of conversation. Muffled words in crowded rooms. His hearing wasn’t gone, not completely, but some days it was like the world came through a tunnel.

Except you. You’d made it your mission to make sure he never missed you. At first, he thought you were just being dumb. Sending kissy faces at him from across the training field? Making little heart shapes with your fingers every time he looked at you during class? He’d scowl, bark something under his breath, and look away.

But then he’d look back every time.

You did it everywhere. A little wink and a bite of your lip from across the cafeteria. A sly finger gun when you caught him looking at you from the other end of the hall. The exaggerated muah gesture you’d blow toward him before a mission.

Every time, his ears burned hotter than his palms.

You never made fun of him for not hearing you sometimes. Never said it was sad or frustrating. You just started signing your affection. Not in formal sign language, but in your own love-language of dumb gestures and ridiculous expressions and exaggerated motions.

It worked. Even when he couldn’t hear your voice, he could see your love and it wrecked him.

You were sitting in the corner of the common room one day, curled up with your phone. Bakugo walked in, fresh out of the shower, towel slung around his neck. He didn’t expect you to notice him, but when you did, you looked up with a grin and tapped your fingers against your lips before shooting a little kissy gesture toward him. You even added the tiniest wink.

“Oi,” he grumbled, eyes darting around to make sure no one saw. “Cut that out.”

You just giggled and threw up a quick hand-heart.

Bakugo scowled harder. “Dumbass,” he muttered. His ears were so red.

Still, he stomped over and dropped down next to you on the couch. You leaned into him immediately, head resting on his shoulder. Without a word, you slipped your hand into his and gently traced a heart against his palm. He froze.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you whispered, “if you don’t hear me. I’ll always find another way to tell you I love you.”

His hand tightened around yours like a reflex. “You don’t gotta do all that cheesy shit,” he mumbled, eyes forward, throat tight. “You know I hate—”

You sent him a slow-motion pew-pew finger gun directly to the chest.

Bakugo choked on a laugh. “You’re so dumb,” he muttered, fighting a smile. But his hand lifted to your chin a second later, rough fingers turning your face toward him, and he leaned in for a real kiss. No signs. No words. Just heat and softness and the quiet thrum of affection he could feel in his bones.

“…I see you, y’know,” he said, a little quieter than usual. “Even when I can’t hear shit. I always see you.”

You smiled and you blew him one last kiss. All dramatic, sparkly, ridiculous. He caught it with a deadpan face, then pocketed it like a grenade.

“…Fuckin’ brat.”

But he was blushing for the rest of the night.

#bawling my eyes out #he’d be so embarrassed #but love it so much #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo x you #b1

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angel-writes-skz-here · 2 days ago

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Prof! Minho x Student! Reader Synopsis: Minho's in town for Christmas break and he's got some questions that will need answers. Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v (Shocker! Fr be safe) oral (both rec.), fingering, pet names, soft Minho, romance. A/N: Christmas in June, my sweets! I apologize for the wait! But chapter 5 is here! I'll try to have chapter 6 out soon! Just bare with me! Ignore any mistakes, I'll proof read again later. Merry Christmas in June, y'all!! 😉 Xoxo💋

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Merry Christmas

The sunlight from the morning peers in through the curtains of your living room, waking you up. You feel a pair of hands around your waist, the memory of everything from the previous day flooding back. You smile to yourself as you feel Minho shift in his sleep. Your hand lightly goes on top of his; cradling it.

You gently turn in his arms, his face looking peaceful as you study it. You smile as you notice his brown hair in his face, his lips slightly agape and a small bit of drool on the pillow underneath him; the way his body subconsciously contorted to fit yours swells your heart.

You run your fingers through his hair gently, watching him stir and a small smile creeps onto his face. You breathe out a giggle before his eyes slowly open. You both smile at each other; it’s like you’re in your own little world.

“Good morning,” you whisper.

“Good morning,” he smiles.

“I have some shopping I have to do today,” you mention as your eyes scan him.

“Can I come?”

“I’d love that,” you smile. The two of you get up and as you head off to your room you notice Minho grabbing his keys.

“I left my stuff at the hotel last night,” he mentions sheepishly.

“Thought I might kick you out?” you playfully ask.

“I wanted insurance, yeah.” He shrugs honestly. You smile and nod understandably.

“Well, you can get your stuff, because you’ll be here with me this week,” you smile as you walk up to him, cupping his cheek.

“If you want to be, that is,” you whisper and he grins.

“No where else I’d rather be.”

He pecks your lips before leaving to grab his things.

The two of you arrive at the mall, hand in hand, walking around. It's nice to be out in public, together, physically showing affection for once.

“It’s so busy,” he comments.

“Yeah, Christmas around here isn’t nearly the same as it in Korea,” you inform him.

“How so?”

“Eh, it’s more family oriented, everything practically shuts down. People spend time with family at home opening gifts, sharing meals together, it’s really nice.” You smile sentimentally as you walk into the next store, making the final purchases for your family.

“So, am I allowed to join your American traditions?” he asks cautiously.

“I don’t see why not, my parents and I do Christmas at their house that evening and on Christmas Eve. So, we can do dinner and I’ll let them know I have a friend joining me.” You say as you pull out your phone to send a quick text to your mom.

“Friend?” He quirks a brow with a smirk.

“I think it’d just be easiest to say friend, for now, I mean, I can’t say, “hey mom here’s my former professor from Korea that I fucked before he was my professor,” you say and he nods with a small chuckle. He peels off from you a little, looking at a few things, as you finalize your purchases.

“Ready to go?” you ask, bags in hand, grabbing his attention from the clothing rack.

“Huh, oh yeah. Let’s go,” he smiles.

“Hey, do me a favor, take these to the car, would you?” you ask as you round a corner. He smiles and nods, heading out to the car giving you enough time to slip into the jewelry store. There’s no way you were letting him go without at least one gift on Christmas morning.

You glance at the watches, finding the one you think would suit Minho the best. You purchase it quickly and you feel your phone start to buzz.

“Hey,”

“Hey, I um, I think I’m lost.” He chuckles looking around not seeing you.

“Ok, well I won’t be long, can you get back to the car?” You ask as you eye the lingerie store.

“Yeah, are you sure you want me to wait?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out soon.” You smile.

“Ok,” he says simply before hanging up.

You walk into the store, instantly spotting the red bow tie lingerie. You smile as you think to yourself how sweet it would be, making love by the fire place, the warmth of the room surrounding you, the two of you together finally on the same page, no one trying to hurt the other, the only thing on either of your mind’s simply being pleasure and closeness.

You quickly purchase it along with a new bottle of perfume, smiling to yourself like an idiot. You make your way to the car, hiding the watch in the lingerie bag.

“What did you buy?” He asks, rolling the window down as you head to the trunk.

“Some perfume I found on sale,” you say simply. Minho feels a slight disappointment but masks it and nods.

“Let’s get home, I still have to wrap,” you say as you enter the car again.

The night goes by quickly, Minho ordering pizza and, poorly, helping you wrap gifts. He gets into a fight with the tape, flicking his hand like a cat, only getting it stuck worse to his hands and now sweater. You can’t contain your giggles as you watch him and catch his hand, the heat from the small fireplace hitting your back.

“Have you ever even wrapped a gift before?” you ask through fits of giggles.

“Yes,” he pouts, his brown hair falling in his face.

“Well why don’t you get me some more wine,” you say as you get the tape unstuck. He purses his lips and hops up with your glass.

“Want some more pizza?” He calls from the kitchen.

“Uhhh,” you say as you fold up the last corner on the gift, “Yes please!” you say as you place it under the tree.

“Now tomorrow is Christmas Eve,” you remind him as he brings back your drink and pizza and sits down.

“Meaning we spend the night at your parents’ with family watching movies, baking cookies and having a good meal. I remember.” He says confidently. You smile.

“Good boy,” you wink and he quirks a brow.

“Excuse me?” he says as he moves the wrapping paper and backs you onto the floor.

“I said. Good. Boy.” You punctuate each word with a tap to his nose. He smiles down at you, eyes traveling between yours.

“I’m happy,” he whispers softly. You smile at him, stomach twisting with excited anxiety.

“Me too,” you whisper as you notice the light from the fire casting a golden glow on his face. Minho gently presses his lips to yours, sighing against you.

Later that night, once you’re sure Minho is asleep, you’re able to wrap his watch, hiding it towards the back of the tree so he wouldn’t notice it.

The next night you’re surrounded by family and friends, something about it feeling more nostalgic than you remember years previously. The laughter, the young kids running around and watching the Santa tracker; all of it feels warm, familiar, almost final.

Everyone welcomes Minho with open arms, practically making him feel like part of the family.

“So you two met over in Korea?” your mother asks as she stabs a piece of food with her fork, her eyebrows raised suspiciously.

“Yes ma’am,” Minho answers.

“How?”

You smile nervously at your mother.

“He offered to tutor me for this psychology class I had gotten behind in, and we just hit it off. Became friends and kept in touch.”

“So, you shared the same class?”

“Yep,” you smile.

“Funny I never heard you mention a, Minho,” she says cautiously hoping she pronounced it right and Minho nods, “before.”

“Oh yeah, well it was a last-ditch effort to stay but ultimately I thought it better to come home and ya know, I’ve been busy since I got back.” You smile and eat your food nervously.

The dinner continues on, everyone having wonderful conversation, so much so you don’t hardly eat. Except for the few bites taken earlier so you could stuff your mouth and not have to talk to your mom.

As the family begins making cookies, Minho whispers in your ear.

“I’ll be back, ok?” You look at him concerned, not noticing your mother’s watchful eye.

“Are you ok?” you ask quietly and he nods, desperate to kiss your forehead but he resists, simply squeezing your hand out of sight of the family.

“I won’t be long,” he says and grabs the car keys. He leaves without another word.

Sometime later Minho returns, helping decorate the cookies with your little cousins, the sight swelling your heart as he helps them pipe the icing. The kids pick on him a little and he laughs, getting them back, starting a mini icing war that ends with you having to clean both Minho and the kids up. The two of you smile at each other, the moments between you still surreal.

“We’ll see you guys’ tomorrow afternoon, ok?” your mother says before kissing your cheek and hugging Minho.

“You treat her well, you hear me,” she whispers in his ear firmly. His eyes widen slightly and he looks at your mother.

“I’m sorry, I,”

“We’ll see y’all tomorrow.” She smiles like nothing was said, bright and happy, and helps you out the door.

“What’s wrong?” you ask noticing the paler look on his face once outside.

“She knows,” he says.

“She thinks she knows.” You correct.

“She always was good at that though. Picking up on the little things. But it doesn’t matter,” you shrug as you approach the car.

“The only way she’ll know, is if we tell her.”

You pull into your driveway, and Minho instructs you to stay put until he comes out to get you.

You quirk a brow at him as you watch him run inside and you giggle as he runs back out soon after and opens your door for you; helping you out of the car like a gentleman.

“What the heck are you doing?” you giggle. He doesn’t answer just leads you inside out of the cold.

When the door opens you notice your living room fire place is going, candles are lit and there’s soft instrumental music playing. You stop, your breath catching in your throat as you feel Minho’s hands rub up your arms and help you slide off your jacket.

“What did you,” you look back at him, a soft expression on his face.

The room is covered in candles, the fire place going, drinks and snacks out for you, and fairy lights strung around the room.

“I had an idea and wanted to surprise you,” he smiles and pecks your lips before putting your jacket up for you. You walk in, the scene intimate, suddenly remembering the lingerie you bought.

“Give me a few minutes,” you smile and run back to your bedroom. You clean up a bit, get yourself dressed and spray on some perfume before you walk out in a silky red robe, and Minho’s brows raise.

“Wow,” he says and you watch his adams apple bob in his throat. You smile at him your heart beat erratic as you slowly step into the room.

“Technically, you don’t get presents till Christmas morning,” you tease, “But I figured in Korea, it’s already Christmas Day.” You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and his hands come to your sides, holding you close as he dips his head down, connecting your lips. Your fingers tangle in his hair and soft moans are exchanged.

You step away from him, slowly undoing your robe revealing the outfit you’d bought earlier that day.

Minho’s breath catches in his throat as he stares at you, and the silk ribbon that leaves little to the imagination. You let the robe fall off your arms into a puddle on the floor.

“Well,” you pause, “Come unwrap your gift,” you smirk as he races over to you, your lips reconnecting in a heated kiss and a soft giggle escapes your lips at his excitement.

Minho’s hands are steady as he looks down, your foreheads together, and he undoes the ribbon, watching it fall off your chest.

He whimpers at how beautiful you look. Truthfully, he’d forgotten just how beautiful you really are and his hands cup your chest, thumbs brushing over your buds as your head falls back, soft moans coming from you.

“Come here,” he says and places you on your back, the heat from the fire place keeping your frame warm.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says as his eyes travel down your body, noting the small piece of what the store called ‘underwear’ is covering you. He kisses your lips again, taking his time, worshiping, loving your body as his lips slowly travel down to your jaw then your neck. His teeth graze your skin, drawing goosebumps as his tongue flattens over your skin, a soft moan leaving you. You feel him smirk against your skin as he leaves open mouth kisses down to your collar bone, softly sucking at your flesh. You squirm beneath him as he kisses his way down to your breast, flicking his tongue over the hardened bud. You bite your lip, watching as his mouth closes around it, sucking slightly as he kneads the other with his hand, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

“Min,” you moan. He looks up at you through his lashes, gently biting the sensitive area. You hiss, watching him smirk as he lets go, giving the same kind of attention to the other; not in a rush. Savoring you like you’re his last meal.

He kisses down your stomach, lips dragging against your skin; peppering kisses at your waist line, teasingly. He can see the wet patch on your panties, and he chuckles to himself.

“You want me, don’t you baby?” you nod with your lip between your teeth as you watch him.

“Please,” you beg and Minho closes his eyes at your breathy tone, feeling his pants tent up. He removes his shirt quickly before settling between your legs, kissing up your inner thighs, nipping at the doughy flesh.

Your hips left near his face on instinct, and he hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down and discarding them to the side. His tongue is warm and wet against your core, and you both sigh as he makes contact.

“So good,” he whines into you, nose bumping your clit as he takes a deep breath. His tongue works magically, hitting all the spots that make you tick, watching and listening, figuring out your body; making it his mission to know it like the back of his hand. He smirks as his tongue circles your bud, feeling your hips roll against his face.

“God, Minho,” you gasp as his tongue enters your hole and your back arches off the plush rug underneath you. You grip onto his hair and roll your hips as his tongue goes in and out, tasting- treasuring you.

“Wanna live here,” his voice is muffled against you. His breathing gets ragged as his hips start to grind against the ground, desperate to get friction. His tongue moves to side, adding more a little more pressure, the two of you making eye contact. He reaches for your hand, rubbing circles onto the top of it.

“Minho,” you whimper as you feel the coil tighten in your tummy. He adds two fingers with his other hand, curling them up and he pumps them in and out, quickly matching the speed of his tongue making your head spin.

“Please keep going,” you whine as your hand goes to your breast to stimulate it, causing you to buck your hips as Minho swipes his tongue harder against your clit.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Cum for me, kitten. Cum on my tongue,” he mumbles against you and you cry out as the tightening in your stomach explodes, your body arching as he takes you through it, never stopping or slowing down.

“Such a mess,” he moans into you as he cleans you up. Your hips buck when he brushes your all too sensitive clit. He kitten licks, moaning at the taste and your face flushes.

He hovers himself over you, kissing you; allowing you to taste yourself with his chin and lips still glistening.

“Fuck I want you,” he groans as you palm him through his pants. He pulls back to undo his pants and slide them down along with his boxers. You sit up and your hands reach for him, tongue flattening as you tease his slit.

“Oh fuck,” he moans as his head is thrown back. He moves to sit down, your legs intertwined as he watches you. You pump a few times with your hand, watching him. His eyes flutter close as you squeeze him, teasing the slit once more with your thumb.

“Fuck stop teasing me,” he breathes out a laugh. You oblige, slowly sinking your head down.

You hear Minho sigh and feel his hand come to back of your head, resting in your hair. You swirl your tongue around the head as you come up, sucking on it harshly, causing his hips to buck.

“Fuck if you do that I won’t last,” he growls. You bob your head up and down again, creating a steady pace, Minho’s hips bucking up into you every once and a while. You pump what you can’t fit in your mouth, his moans and groans causing more arousal to puddle between your legs. You moan around him, sending vibrations through his body. He chokes out a moan, head tipping back as you hollow your cheeks and suck faster, desperate to get him to his release.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he whines as you feel him twitch in your mouth.

“God keep going,” he groans as you begin to taste more and more of his salty precum on your tongue.

“Ah shit, fuck I’m gonna cum.” He says and you moan, encouraging him and he does with a loud groan. He paints your throat a shade of white as his ropes spill down your throat, making you swallow everything, happily.

He gasps for air, chest rising up and down. You giggle at him, seeing his fucked-out expression.

“Something funny?” He asks a playful glint in his eye, and you simply smile at him as he gently tackles you back down to the floor.

“My girl,” he whispers before sliding in slow, eye contact being made the whole time. When he bottoms out the both of you sigh, the feeling other worldly as you feel the stretch and he feels the warmth of your body.

“God this feels perfect,” he whispers in your ear.

“Like you’re made for me,” he says as he starts a slow pace, thrusting slow and deep, making you feel every inch of him. You look into his eyes as he does, bodies and souls connecting as one.

“You take me so well,” he mumbles before planting a kiss on your forehead, resting his forehead on yours as he starts to pick up the pace, causing you to gasp and your mouth to make the ‘o’ shape, your back arching you into him.

“Feel good?” he asks in your ear.

“So good,” you whimper arms coming around his shoulders, nails slightly digging into his skin. His head falls to your shoulder, nipping at it.

“Minho, fuck,” you gasp as he hits your sweet spot hard.

“Yeah, baby?” He asks.

“I wanna ride you, please,” you whimper as you feel him slow down. He gently pulls away from you, only to pull you with him in his lap, helping you position yourself on top, slowly sinking down on him.

You whimper in response, and he holds you close, bare chests touching as you take a moment to get comfortable.

Slowly you grind your hips, bouncing up and down, causing your chest to bounce in his face. The new angle has your world stopping. Time doesn’t exist, life isn’t real and Minho is the only thing keeping your tethered to earth at this point. Quickly you begin to feel the coil in your stomach.

“Fuck you look so beautiful using me like this,” he says before sucking on your chest, one hand coming down to rub your clit making you scream as you hold onto his shoulders.

“Cum for me baby, cum on my cock,” he says and brings you down for a fervent kiss.

“Minho,” you whimper against his lips and Minho’s hand comes up to your throat, squeezing lightly.

“Fuck,” you let out in a high-pitched voice as your body explodes causing you to shake, and Minho thrusts up into you as he notices your rhythm failing as you go through your orgasm. You gasp for air once breathing becomes possible again, and Minho finishes right after you.

You’re both breathing heavily as you come down, sitting together, bodies as one, holding each other.

You hide your face in the crook of his neck, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

“What’s wrong,” he asks, a slight chuckle in his voice.

“Just want you,” you say against his neck.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby girl.” He whispers into your hair as he kisses the top of your head. The two of you sit together for a moment, the low hum of the music creating a nice ambiance. Minho checks the clock and smiles.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” He whispers in your ear. You pick your head up, and look at him slightly confused.

“It’s midnight.” He smiles as he points to clock hanging up on the wall. You turn your head and check it.

“Merry Christmas.” You smile at him before pecking his lips and disconnecting your bodies.

Minho helps you get cleaned up grabbing a towel and warming it with water. Gently wiping between your legs and wiping himself off.

“How about a bath?” you suggest as he slides on his sweat pants.

“Actually, I wanna give you your gift.” He says as he hands you your robe.

“Huh?”

“Well, one of them,” he mentions as he unzips his suit case.

“It can wait till morning.” You try to stop him.

“Actually, it can’t.” he says as he pulls out an envelope and hands it to you.

“What is it?” you smile.

“Open,” he encourages and you pull out a certificate, your heart swelling and your breath catching in your throat.

“Minho,” you whisper as your read the paper. He smiles nervously.

“Come on, we should be able to see it.” He takes your hand carefully, grabbing you a pair of pants and a coat and you step outside into the quiet night. You look up into the sky and see it, your star.

“There, right beside the big dipper handle, you see it? Just beside it, shinning bright.” He points and you smile.

“I can’t believe you had a star named after me.” You whisper as you hug his side and look up at it.

“No matter how far apart we are, we can always be connected through this.” He whispers as he kisses the top of your head.

“Thank you,” you whisper and share a sweet kiss before heading back inside.

The two of you opt for a shower, washing each other off along with the sticky remanence of earlier activities.

In bed the two of you are curled up, staring at each other.

“So what does Christmas day look like?”

“Similar to what we did, but we get to have our own celebration in the morning.” You smile as your thumb rubs his cheek.

“And we get to watch cheesy Christmas movies and make breakfast and just chill the first half of the day.” You explain. He smiles and nods kissing your forehead.

“Good night,” he whispers.

“Good night,” you say and close your eyes.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of pots and pans banging together. It’s just past 7am and you slip on your proper pj’s and slippers and quietly watch from door way of the kitchen as Minho tries to figure out your appliances. He’s going back and forth from his phone trying to figure out how to make you something.

You watch as he puts the eggs in a bowl then looks back to his phone. Grabs the bread; back to his phone. Then whisks the egg, back to his phone and repeats the process until he has an egg-soaked piece of bread ready for the frying pan.

“Morning Master Chef,”

“Aish!” he jumps and drops the bread into the pan.

“You scared me,” he says you smile as you walk over to him and look at what he’s doing.

“Nah, no, back!” he says swatting the air with a spatula.

“Woah, what’d I do?”

“Go to the living room, I’ll be there soon.” He motions for you to leave. You smile to yourself as you turn on the tree, noticing a few more gifts under it than what was there when you went to bed.

You quirk a brow but wait for Minho to finish breakfast as you turn on the tv. Not long into A Christmas Story Minho brings out breakfast for the two of you; French toast with syrup and powdered sugar.

“It looks delicious.” You compliment and he watches as you try the food. You moan as the sweet taste hits your tongue. Eyes shutting.

“This is so good,” you assure him and he smiles, feeling relieved he did it right.

“I added some vanilla to the egg mixture for added flavor.” He explains.

“Recipe?”

“Did that one on my own.” He says proudly.

“Thank you, baby,” you smile as the two of you eat and half way watch the movie.

“So, places really do shut down today?”

“Mhm, you’ll see it later when we go to my parents’ house.” You smile.

After breakfast you help Minho clean up the dishes and the two of you sit down in front of the tree.

Minho distributes two boxes your way, and smiles.

“What in the world have you done?” you giggle.

“Just open them and see,” he smiles, innocent excitement taking over. You nod and grab his gift from the back.

“Here’s yours.” You smile and he looks flabbergasted.

“When did you,” he looks up at you confused.

“Yesterday,” you shrug.

“You go first!” you say and motion for him to go. He’s about to argue with you but instead doesn’t fight it and tears the wrapping paper off the box. He opens the box revealing the sleek and stylish watch. He pauses for a moment, emotions trying to get the better of him.

“I remembered how you always wore a watch to class,” you begin, “And I remembered our last night together, I saw it on the night stand and it looked warn. So I found this,” you mention and he doesn’t speak for a moment, shock over taking him.

“If you don’t like it we can take it back and you pick out what you do like,” you ramble and Minho leans over and kisses your lips.

“Shut up, I love it.” He says still in disbelief at the beautiful gift. He carefully takes it out of the box and puts it on.

“It’s beautiful, y/n. Thank you,” he says lowly. You smile, proud of yourself.

“Ok, he says as he blinks his eyes quickly, “You’re turn.”

You pick the box up with the red wrapping paper and undo it, revealing a small box. You open it to see a chain with an ‘M’ initial on it. It has your birthstone in the bottom right corner and his in the upper left. You grin as you hold up letting the light hit the jewels.

“When did you find this?”

“I found it in a shop a month ago, when I started planning my trip here,” he admits, a light blush painting his cheeks.

“You held on to this for that long?”

“Kept it nice and safe, yeah.” He nods.

“It’s beautiful, put it on me?” you ask as you take it out of the box.” He nods and you position yourself on your knees and allow him to drape the jewelry on your neck and he clasps the necklace together.

You smile as you look at the last box. You take the paper off the box and open it, revealing a delicate key.

“What, I have the key to your heart?” You giggle sweetly.

“No, well yes you do, but that’s a key to my house.” He says slowly. Your heart rate speeds up.

“What?” you ask, voice slightly pitched.

“I want you come back with me,” he says as he takes your hand. Your brows raise and your mouth falls open slightly.

“What do you say?”

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yeonbinwyd · 2 days ago

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demon pact pt. 2

pt. 1 here

You’re on the verge of passing out but Yeosang is profusely apologizing still.

“So everything Wooyoung was saying was right? You’re a demon?” You question. He nods

“Yes 1 of 7. Wooyoung and I are the only ones that share. I saved him after our leader chose to kill him. Now thinking about it, I regret it.” Yeosang explains.

“I see..”

“I know this might not be the best time, but do you think I can stay? I still haven’t recovered fully. Wooyoung took most of the power and I need a bit more time.” He asks. Being with Yeosang felt good even if it was a short time. Wooyoung was unbearable but a good time still.

“Ok you can stay.” You reassured. He hugged you without a second thought. His warm embrace, settled your thoughts.

“We just have to be careful” he warns.

“I can come back…”Wooyoung fights back for control in an instant. Your eyes widen as you see Wooyoung holding you now instead of Yeosang. He cups your cheeks.

“Ready for more?” Wooyoung teases. You push him back instinctively causing his black wings to deploy like an airbag. They catch him before he hits a vase in your room. Wooyoung shakes his head.

“I’ll be back” he warns. They make the switch, with Yeosang looking guilty again. This was definitely something you had to get used to.

The next day was interesting. On your way home from work, you had felt like you were being watched. You had felt a pair of eyes on you but didn’t pay any attention to it. You managed to make it home to Yeosang.

“You’re home~!” He coos

“Yes! Do you think you can go to the store with me today. I felt a little uncomfortable walking home” you ask him.

“Of course. Was it someone following you?”

“No I just felt like I was being watched.” You confess.

“Yeah no problem. We can go right now if you want.” He grabs his shoes and extra shopping bags from behind the door. You both head out and his energy had changed. Just walking outside the apartment had Yeosang feeling uneasy. Not even halfway down the block he stops in his tracks.

“Why don’t I just pick up the things you need and you can rest at home.” He suggests.

“Oh but I like to pick out my own fru…” you start but Yeosang grabs your hand to lead you back to your apartment.

“Send me a text and I’ll get everything. Don’t worry.” At this point he’s dragging you back. Something felt off but you didn’t know how to pinpoint it.

“Ok let me give you some cash..” you take out a few $20s from your wallet. Yeosang grabs it without a second thought and dashes away.

Yeosang wasn’t sure how to describe it but he knew someone was there. Their aura was strong. He turned down an abandoned alley and made sure no one followed him.

“Come out” he demanded suddenly a tall figure approached him.

“Well hello brother Yeosang. It’s been a while” this man had been looking down to him.

“Where is she?” He questions

“What are you talking about?” Yeosang questions in return. The man had dark hair and it seemed like his skin was a bit pale but his cheeks were red.

“You know I don’t play games. There was a large power source giving off power yesterday. I was sent to investigate. I know Wooyoung was receiving it. His greed disgusts me”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.

“Yeosang. Don’t play dumb with me. It’s best I find out first before the rest do.” The man gets closer to Yeosang’s face with a snicker. He knows he doesn’t have enough power now to go up against him. Yeosang is a confident demon though.

“I’m not telling you anything Yunho. There’s nothing to find” he says with his chest. Yunho has never crossed Yeosang but was prepared to with the amount of power he’d soon possess. Yunho took a step back.

“Ok I’ll leave you be for now.” Yunho turns from him and disappears without a trace.

Yeosang comes back to the apartment with everything you needed.

“Is everything ok?” you ask. Yeosang nods looking completely drained. He sighs while setting the bag down. He remains silent keeping to himself as he puts everything away. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for asking him to go out there. He looks at you and gives you a pat on the head.

“I’ll walk you to work in the mornings just so that you’re safe.” He said with a grin. You nod in agreement. You both lock eyes intensely causing Yeosang to come closer. You were turned on by his assertiveness but you weren’t sure if this was the right time. You began to unbutton your shirt while maintaining your eye contact. He sees your actions and watches you intensely. Yeosang couldn’t help it but his kind made him a weak man.

“I’ll pick you up too if that’s ok?” He asks. You nod back slowly. Yeosang leans in for a kiss and without hesitation you let him in. He continues to unbutton your shirt moving the kisses to your neck. He hungrily places soft kisses going down to your breasts. He gives them a light squeeze making you let out a low moan. He lifts you off your feet, ready to devour you. He sets you down on the couch, then starts to peel the rest of your clothes off.

“You’re so sexy.” Yeosang compliments while pulling away your underwear. He pushes your legs forward, having your knees to chest. You were a bit lost at this move but he knew how he wanted you. He starts to kiss your pussy lips. Lapping and sucking each fold with your clit, he then slips a finger in your tight hole. You let out a sharp moan this time. Yeosang continues with rubbing your clit and fingering you going deeper with his hand.

“Yes please.” You cry out. He then starts to kiss your neck, but it switches to aggressive bites. The deep finger fucking switching to two more fingers with an ass slap. He lifts up to be none other than Wooyoung with a dark laugh. Your heart drops but his touch was unmatched.

“Miss me?” He genuinely asks. You swallow your breath. Without a second thought, he lets his cock free, ready to penetrate. He pins you down, going in between your legs. Wooyoung keeps eyecontact with you as he slides it in. He wanted to see your face once you were reunited with his lentgth. Wooyoung slowly guides himself in causing you to shut your eyes tight, to get use to him. He lets out a hot breath againt your skin, satisfied at the sight.

"Moan for me. I wanna hear it louder" Wooyoung pushes againt you harder, elevating his thrusts. You moan for him with sharp breathes. He could feel the power building up in him, he couldnt stop. You could see his eyes turn darker and his wings projecting from his back. He was addicted.

He pauses suddenly, fighting back the urge to stop.

"No" he says sharply. Wooyoung comes to a stop, head down on your chest. You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows to catch your breath. Yeosang comes back without missing the motion. Back in your neck like hadn't missed anything. You felt a bit off.

“I’m sorry I won’t share you today.” Yeosang whispers in your ear. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, feeling more secure. He groans lowly as he pushes himself back in. He finds a steady rhythm, pleasing you with each thrust. It was sending you. Yeosang was so gentle compared to Wooyoung. He touched all over your body, taking in each plunge like it were his last.

“I’m close.” You moan clinching onto him. Yeosang picks up the pace, maintaining his eye contact with you. It’s so intense that you shut your eyes for a moment.

“Please look at me. You’re so beautiful. I need to see you.“ he requests while brushing your hair out of your face. You lock eyes with him once again. Yeosang’s face softens catching that glimpse of you. He can’t hold it in anymore. At this point, you’re going to burst too. You dug your nails into this back giving him permission to go harder. Yeosang let’s out a whimper so loud, you’re sure your neighbors heard. He cums violently but doesn’t let up until you do the same.

“Yes just like cum for me” he coaches. After a few thrusts, you tighten up around him. You match his yell with your own in pure bliss, nails still digging into his skin.

You let go and he releases his hold from you allowing you to rest. Yeosang goes into the other room, trying to get dressed. He spots Wooyoung in a mirror.

“Oh they’re coming now.” Wooyoung teases. Yeosang rolls his eyes in an attempt to walk away

“I hope you’re prepared to fight” Wooyoung chimes in before he’s out of earshot. Yeosang was a bit nervous at the thought of the rest of the clan coming but he was ready.

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #yeosang x reader #wooyoung x reader #this was my 3rd time trying to post this lol

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ikeu05 · 23 hours ago

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he’s on my court (unfortunately)

nine ⟢ 3-in-1 shampoo loser — wc: 745

the sky had turned a sleepy shade of lavender by the time yn wandered into the court. it was technically booked, but she knew no one would be there — it was that rare lull between practice slots. the air was still, the silence loud enough to hear her own thoughts and her hands itched for the distraction of a volleyball.

she hadn’t even changed into practice clothes. just sneakers, sweatpants and jake’s hoodie she’d accidentally taken a month ago after one of their endless “who gets the court” battles. she had taken it as reprimand. she hadn’t meant to keep it, not really, she wanted to burn it. but here it was, wrapped around her like a poor substitute for comfort.

she dropped her bag with a dull thud and stood at the edge of the court, staring at the net like it had personally wronged her.

that’s when she heard footsteps.

she turned, mildly alarmed, only to see yunjin—the girl she sort of knew through heeseung, who dated her and vaguely from campus events—walking in with a half-apologetic expression and a bottle of juice in hand.

“didn’t mean to scare you,” yunjin said softly, offering the juice like a peace treaty. “i saw you walk in from across the quad. thought maybe you could use a shoulder?”

yn blinked. “that’s… weirdly nice. are you a serial killer?” her eyes widened as she accused her further “worse… aren’t you jake’s friend?”.

yunjin laughed awkwardly, holding up a hand in defence “technically. he’s just my boyfriend and cousins friend so unfortunately, i have to hangout with him.”

yn cracked a smile of sympathy and took the juice.

they sat in silence for a moment on the bleachers, yn’s fingers turning the cap of the drink over and over.

“you don’t have to talk,” yunjin offered. “you just looked like you needed a witness to whatever mental breakdown you’re about to have.”

yn laughed, the kind of laugh that cracked and fizzled midway.

“i liked someone. for a long time,” she finally said. “and he didn’t like me back. i mean, i knew that. i’m not delusional. but he didn’t even care enough to text me back once my sister came to visit. he was just with her the whole time.”

yunjin tilted her head. “sunghoon?”

yn gave her a side-eye. “damn, the confessions page is working overtime.”

yunjin gave a sheepish shrug. “campus isn’t that big. and he keeps posting these weird thirst traps? always going viral.” she mumbled the last bit, remembering how heeseung and jay commented on how hot he looked after just waking up.

that made yn groan. “yeah. that did NOT help.” she leaned back. “but the worst part? jake.”

yunjin raised an eyebrow. “jake?”

“he’s just always… around. like i know we share the court and wtv, i’m bound to see him here and there but it’s like.. he’s ALWAYS there.” she exhales, mind thinking through all the times jake’s been pestering her, on court and on text as well. “i want to hate him, and i DO. but sometimes it’s almost comforting to see him? you know what i mean?”

yunjin nods in agreement, “it’s like seeing a familiar face in a new seminar or something. i get it.” then she grinned. “so let me get this straight. sunghoon, crush, radio silence. jake, enemy, low-key concern. and you’re spiraling.”

“exactly!” yn threw her arms up. “am i insane?!”

“no,” yunjin said, then paused. “i mean… maybe a little. but who isn’t? you’ve got a lot going on. it makes sense it’s all crashing at once.”

yn stared at her for a second, then whispered, “you’re too wise to be heeseung’s girlfriend.”

yunjin cackled “facts.”

they sat for a while longer, the sky darkening, the court lights flickering on.

“i’m rooting for you,” yunjin finally said. “whether you key sunghoon’s car, spike another volleyball at jake or get in trouble for literally anything. just send me a text once and i’ll coming in running.”

yn smiled, for real this time. “thanks. seriously. for being a random kind stranger.”

“anything for the girl who called me pretty when i was on the verge of a breakdown with my new haircut,” yunjn said with a wink, then smirked. “also, i brought cookies. they were for heeseung, but you look more broken than him right now.”

yn chuckled, grabbing the small box from her, watching her wave bye as she walked away.

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alexanderlightweight · 1 day ago

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a continuation of the prompt the frost of fury if you would be so kind.

here you go! i hope you enjoy it! this is a bit of time skip!

<3 lumine

the frost of fury (last part)

Magnus hides his smirk in his teacup but from the glare Alexander sends him, he doubts he’s truly hiding it.

Which fair, he’s not actually hiding his amusement. But it’s still delightful to see Alexander stare at him suspiciously and then doubtful in quick succession.

“Did you not enjoy yourself, darling?”

Alexander scoffs into his own cup of coffee and gives Magnus a withering look followed by a truly impressive eye-roll.

“I enjoyed myself immensely. I just would have enjoyed it even more if you hadn’t made me decide what I wanted.”

“Oh yes, my poor darling boy. Having to decide what pleasure to share, what touches to submit to, what you wanted to take for yourself. Most in your position would be thrilled, I assure you.”

“Most in my position?” Alexander’s smirk tightens and the glint of his eyes goes cold and Magnus traps Alexander ankle with his own feet before Alexander can react.

“Virgins, darling. Partners can be overly selfish with those newer to sex. Is it so wrong that I wanted to let you set the pace, explore a bit?”

Alexander doesn’t seem to have a defense to that but he’s still glowering and acting like Magnus consideration was a personal betrayal.

“Or do you prefer a little less control, Alexander? Seeing you in command you’re a complete natural, I would have thought you expected and enjoyed being in charge.”

“I’ve been fighting for control for my whole life, Magnus. I know what it’s like to have just fragments of it, or a veil of choice that’s not actually true. I finally have the power I need and it’s overwhelming. Not having the authority, that’s a relief. But suddenly it’s not just me upholding the family name and honoring a brighter legacy. It’s also about me. I’m making choices that will affect my name and legacy.

“I’m always having to make the hard choices Magnus. Sometimes—” Alexander pauses and then seems to make a decision, “sometimes I want to not have to analyze every choice or question my wants. It was nice both time but well, the first one. I’d say that if you want me to stay ruined for you. I’ll need to experience more of that.”

Magnus licks his lips, suddenly the mood to tease waning with the hungry yearning for clarification. Because he’d had a taste of it earlier and he wants what Alexander’s offering because as sweet as it is it tease and taunt and play, having Alexander exactly where he wants him is preferably.

“So you liked that, sweetheart? When I took what I wanted and taught you what you liked?”

Alexander’s gaze is serious and considering, but the pupils of his eyes have dilated and he licks his lips, nodding before he even speaks.

“It was easier, then. Later I had more time to second guess myself, to wonder if I was doing it right.” Alexander shrugs but Magnus reaches out to lightly grip his jaw and turn his eyes back to Magnus.

“You were a delight, sweetheart. But we can save that for later, hmm? For now, I’ll take care of you. Just like you need.”

—

Alec thinks he may have given Magnus the presumption of too much control, except he doesn’t actually care. Magnus is currently using magic to measure Alec and it’s been the best experience for tailoring he’s ever had. Especially since Magnus promised him a reward, if he was good.

Alec can be good.

Despite Magnus’ praises he’s certainly never been perfect, but he’s competent and that’s what’s always gotten him results at the end of every disaster and victory alike.

“I do need to go back to the Institute soon.” He reminds Magnus, keeping his voice soft because Magnus wants to keep him and Alec would love to be kept but he can’t risk being late when he gave control to Mirai so suddenly. Especially after shaking the foundations of hierarchy and the chain of command in the Institute.

“Yes, yes. You must go supervise the headless chickens running about without you.”

Alec frowns, because he’s sent most of the headless chickens to Idris and currently his Institute may be short staffed, but at least it’s staffed by people Alec can trust not to expose the shadowworld to a mundane and get their entire Institute sanctioned. It’s more like a motley group of swans, alpacas, wolves, guardian dogs and some birds of prey at the moment.

Magnus catches his frown and his moue of distaste melts into something gentler and covetous.

“Don’t mind me, sweetheart. I’m simply loathe to let you leave when I’ve had you for so little time.”

“You could always come to me. It will take weeks to fully adjust and I’ll come when I can but it won’t be often. So if you’d like, you can come to me.” Alec tells him. Bold and serious and without any hesitation. “I’ll ensure you have security clearance so that it won’t be a problem. Anyone who has an issue with it can leave, I won’t let you be disrespected or dismissed in my Institute Magnus. I can’t promise they’ll like you, but I can promise no one will make the mistake of insulting or belittling you more than once. And that we will sign a write and a vow with you that any retaliation on your part will be considered an appropriate defense, as any hunter should already know better.”

—

It’s assuring that Alexander knows he’s can’t promise that everyone will accept and be polite to Magnus, but it’s a delight to realize he’s willing to use his new and fragile authority to not simply protect Magnus but to ensure that Magnus has the right and protection to protect himself.

Magnus knows there is a dynamic to their relationship that won’t stay hidden, not for anyone who has eyes or instincts and understands context. Magnus wonders how Alexander will handle it and then reminds himself that in this, unless Alexander specifically asks he will let his darling handle it.

However that won’t mean he won’t be there, on the sidelines and the fronts and he’ll have Alexander’s ear.

Far more than anyone else.

Especially considering that Alexander seems to be relieved to have someone to simply share the stress he’s been under and then be both understood and unjudged.

If anything, Magnus has nothing but sympathy for Alexander the things he’s had to put up with for far longer than he should have, considering his youth.

There’s an innocence to Alexander.

Not of sex and lust but of the ability to rely on and place his confidence in other and share secrets and trust they’ll be kept.

AN:

magnus: darling i thought you'd like to experience whatever tickled your curiosity .

alec: i just wanted you? and what you picked. that was nice. that was so nice. i am so tired of making all the choices and magnus, magnus what do you mean i'm supposed to pick what we do next?

Magnus: okay but i really did not think he'd be that upset about it. seriously, i thought he'd like to explore

alec sulking: maybe when i know what i'm doing better. i dont even know what i like how am i supposed to figure out what you like too? do you know how much pressure this is? is sex even worth this kind of mental overloa-

Magnus: okay nope. i'll take control. don't even worry about it sweetheart. it's definitely worth it. my bad. clearly i underestimated how exhausted you are with life. i've got you

magnus to himself: i cannot believe how badly that almost backfired. especially when i'm delighted to take control.

alec: oh good. i thought that would work. i mean, i was dead serious but also i'm glad it worked or i might have caved because magnus is amazing. and magical. please dont forget the magical part. even when he doesn't use magic he's magical.

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absolutelyb4tty · 1 day ago

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Secrets and Surprises || Spencer Reid PART II

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!BAU!reader Category: Smut 18+ Summary: Reader and Spencer go to a kink party sending the tension between them to the boiling point. (Part 2) Word Count: 8.2k

Where to read part 1

CW: Spencer Reid/ fem!bau!reader, mutual pining, self doubt, idiots in love, plot and porn, slutty thoughts, reader wears a dress and heels, unprotected p in v (please wear protection), “forced” proximity, kink/bdsm, one bed trope, dry humping, masochism, soft dom Spencer (I’m not sorry, I am merely a sub), discussion of kink dynamics, descriptions of kink scenes, biting, nipple play, praise, impact play, little bit of size kink, Spencer absolutely has a thing for having his hair pulled, Cunnilingus, ooc Spencer A/N: so nervous about this one tbh. I tried to write this for part one but got to 3.5K words and decided to make a part two lol still with season 6 Spence of course. This is entirely self indulgent and I’m not sorry, I know someone out there will match my freak.

Not proof read, sorry

It had been a few weeks since the burlesque show and things between you and Spencer hadn’t been bad but they also hadn’t been normal. At times he seemed more comfortable around you, he was able to touch you without apologizing like he used to, but at other times he couldn’t hold eye contact and seemed to avoid you. You worried that because of all the things said and done the last time you hung out that he wasn’t comfortable with you anymore.

One night, as the team was heading home, you cornered him near his car.

“Hey, what’s been going on with you,” you questioned.

“Oh. Uh nothing,” Spencer's eyes dart away from you. His tense posture told you what you needed to know.

“Something’s up and you’re making me nervous,” you reply sharply.

“I’m sorry I just didn’t know how to address what happened the last time we hung out,” he slouches and presses his arms over his chest nervously.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to Spence, I know some things were said that we didn’t mean.” Spencer looks almost disappointed for a second before blinking the expression off his face.

“Yeah you’re right,” he says softly, “you never did tell me about that secret event though.”

Your face pales slightly, “uh what?”

Spencer laughs, “is it that big of a secret? Now I’m intrigued.”

“No,” you laugh, “it’s just a part of myself I don’t share at work or anything. It kind of clashes with what we do.” Spencer’s eyes twinkle with curiosity, waiting for you to go on.

“Sometimes…my friends and I,” you speak slowly, stalling, hoping he’d cut you off and tell you to forget he asked, “we uh we go to kink parties.”

Spencer blinks down at you. He tilts his head slightly, “is that it?”

Now it was your turn to blink in confusion at him, “uh yeah? Is that not concerning to you?”

“Uh not really, I mean I don’t go to those or anything but I know they exist and I know that with how many of us are on the team at least one of us is likely involved in that scene,” he says matter of factly, “in recent years studies have shown that 56% of people experience BDSM related fantasies.”

You laugh now, “good way to rationalize it Spence. Well yeah that’s the party that’s this weekend. You absolutely don’t have to come if you don’t want to but my friends did invite you.”

His gaze grew intense, “are you inviting me?”

A soft blush creeps onto your face, “I’m certainly not against you going…so yes. I’m inviting you Spencer.”

Spencer smiles wide, “then I’ll be there! I’m interested to see what you’ve been hiding from everyone.”

He had no idea what he was in for.

You smile back at him, trying to will yourself to not blush more.

That weekend Spencer met you at your place. The party was in a town about two and a half hours away so you planned to road trip together and get a hotel room and then come back the next morning.

You loaded your things into the car as Spencer tried to help.

“You’ve got a lot of things,” he says innocently.

“I have a lot planned,” you chuckle to yourself.

Spencer inspects a couple of unusually shaped, wrapped items that aren’t in your two bags. Once on the road you give Spencer a run down of how these events work in between showing each other music you like.

“So one of the friends that you met does impact with me, I bottom for that so that’s the plan for tonight. If that makes you uncomfortable you can absolutely hide out in the social area and I won’t be upset,” you explain as you drive.

Spencer was blushing slightly and staring ahead with wide eyes, “so impact is like…”

“Spanking, hitting, etcetera,” you say casually, “does that make you uncomfortable?”

Spencer felt quite the opposite as he pictures you bent over with your friend smacking your ass. His cock jumps at the thought, “no that sounds interesting actually.”

As the drive went on you explained dungeon rules and how certain things in the community work.

The drive went quickly and once you were checked into your hotel you decided to check out the room, drop off your belongings, and then prep for the event.

You swing the door to the hotel room open and drag your items in only to be greeted with one bed. You look over your shoulder at Spencer then back to the bed.

“Okay I swear I reserved a two bed room,” you say, throwing your hands up dramatically.

It wasn’t an issue to share a space, you often roomed together on cases, but sharing a bed was different. You march to the lobby to figure out the mixup while Spencer waits in the room with your things. The clerk at the counter helps you discover the problem. Something had gone wrong during the booking process and you had been downgraded to one king size bed instead of two queens. It was normally an easy fix but the hotel was full so you’d both just have to cope with the shared space. You explained this to Spencer when you got back to the room. He looked away, seemingly contemplating something, and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

After a moment he looks up at you with a smile, “I’m sure we can make it work.”

With that you smile back and begin settling in.

Once you’d unpacked everything you ordered food to recover from your drive. You lounged on the bed and aimlessly flipped through channels from the bed.

“You know the food won’t be here for twenty minutes, we could nap,” you stretch out and yawn.

“You could take a nap, I’m not particularly tired,” Spencer chuckles.

“Works for me,” you laugh before curling up on the bed next to him.

You awoke to find yourself wrapped around Spencer. One leg and arm was propped up on his torso and leg and your head was resting on his arm while he played with your hair delicately. You shifted a little to look up at him, slightly embarrassed that you ended up here while you slept but reassured by him playing with your hair, surely he wouldn’t do that if he hated you touching him.

“Good morning sunshine,” Spencer chuckles down at you.

“Sorry,” you murmur groggily, “I totally invaded your space.”

“It’s okay,” he says, softly smoothing your hair, “clearly I did too.”

“I suppose that’s fair,” you giggle.

“The foods here if you want any,” he shifts to move his arm out from under you.

You slightly swat at him, “and you didn’t wake me?”

“Hey! I think the guy knocking is what woke you up so I didn’t exactly have time,” he laughs, swatting you back.

You enjoy your Chinese food and some cheesy rom com on cable together while you wait for the time to get ready.

7 o clock rolls around and you drag yourself out of the bed, stretching onto your tiptoes and reaching your arms above your head.

Spencer watches you pad across the room to the bathroom. He decides to get changed too, swapping into a black button up and matching trousers before sitting back down in bed to wait for you. The bed is still warm from your presence and the sheets smell faintly of your perfume and it’s all he can think about. Spencer spreads out and buries his face in the pillow for a moment. He daydreams about what tonight would be like, what you would wear, you dancing like you had at the burlesque show, his hands all over you. The bathroom door clicks open, snapping Spencer out of it.

“Are you ready,” you call from the bathroom.

“Yep,” Spencer responds, smiling in anticipation.

You step around the corner, hands thrust out at your sides to present your look to Spencer. Your hair is pulled back in a messy high ponytail, highlighting your facial structure. You’re wearing a leather mini skirt, sheer tights, big black high heeled boots, and a metallic handkerchief top. Your arms are decorated in silver bracelets and you wear boot chains on your ankles to match. Your eyes are smeared with dark eyeshadow and eyeliner in an intentional seeming way with delicately layered glitter on top. Your lips are covered in a sheer black lip gloss to match. You are a vision. Spencer stares with his jaw slack.

“Wow,” he whispers.

“Is that a good wow or a bad one,” you giggle.

“I’m going to be so underdressed,” Spencer laughs. You break out in a wide smile and hold up one finger, signaling him to wait.

“I actually thought of that,” you say, spinning around towards your bag. You pull out a tie made of a matching metal mesh to your top and pad back over to him.

“Oh wow, you got this for me,” he looks up at you, his eyebrows pulled together like this was the most touching thing anyone had done for him. He reaches out and grabs it, running it between his hands to feel the interesting texture and movement of the chainmail piece.

“Let me help you put it on,” you smile softly before climbing onto the bed behind him. You kneel behind him, your chest pressed against the back of his head as you reach your hands out over his shoulders. Spencer hands you each side of the chain and you start to clasp it behind his head. Spencer was distracted by you being so close and how much he wanted to turn around and give you something else to do while you’re on your knees.

“Is that too tight,” you whisper, your breath hot on the nape of his neck. Spencer nearly chokes being ripped out of his fantasizing by that.

“No, that's good,” he whispers back.

Your hands linger on his back for a moment before you scoot and slide back off the bed.

“Okay! Are we ready,” you ask peppily.

“Yep,” Spencer says with a wide smile. He tries to bury the thoughts he’s having about you but then you bend over to grab a bag off the floor and he nearly tackles you. He spies just a peek of the underwear you’re wearing under your tights, black and lacy with little hints of metallic thread sneaking through to match your top. He wonders why you’d match your top and underwear since no one would see those but shook the thought from his head as you stood back up. You throw on a long jacket you’d brought to cover your outfit and then throw the bag over your shoulder.

Pulling up to the venue you go over the rules with Spencer one last time, he nods and repeats them after every one. You giggle slightly.

“What,” he asks, smiling at your laugh.

“It’s just cute how you’re so invested in the rules,” you laugh.

“Well yeah I want to make a good impression,” he smiles.

You pat his knee, “you’ll be fine.”

Walking in you are met with a perfectly normal hallway with a table at the end. A woman in a pink sparkly gown sits at the table with a cash box. You show her your tickets and she waves you in. Opening the door you’re greeted with quite the sight. People walking around in gowns and lingerie and kink gear and some of them in nothing at all. Spencer is overcome with awkwardness, not knowing where to look, so he grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers.

“Are you okay,” you lean over and whisper.

“Just grounding myself,” he nods.

That makes your heart soar that holding your hand grounds him. You try to not do a little jig from pure happiness.

You wander around the venue showing Spencer the different areas and introducing him to folks. You both used fake names on account of your highly sensitive jobs, but luckily you knew that tons of the other patrons were using fake names as well.

You meet up with your friends and introduce Spencer to one of them again.

Spencer interrupts you, “I already met her.”

“I know, but that was as my friend, now I’m introducing her as my Top,” you laugh.

“Oh,” he thinks on it for a second, “oh!”

Your friend reaches out and shakes his hand, “I’m the one that gets to smack your little girlfriend around,” she says with a big grin.

You swat at her, “oh my god, shut up!”

You and Spencer mill around the dungeon space watching different scenes. Self suspension, needles, electro, and more. As you walk around you explain what’s happening to Spencer and he eventually loosens the grip on your hand. Once you’d watched some scenes that particularly interested Spencer, and were shocked by how interested he was in rope and suspension, you went to the social area. You got some snacks from the food table and took a seat off to the side away from the strangers in the room.

“How are you doing,” you check in on him.

“I’m doing really well actually. This is very interesting and I’m having a good time,” he smiles softly.

“Good, maybe you can go to more of these with me in the future,” you laugh lightly. You watch Spencer’s eyes as he gets distracted by something across the room. Your gaze lands on a couple sitting off to the side with a group of, presumably, their friends. The man is dressed in a sharp suit with a leather harness under his suit jacket and colored glasses, he looks almost vampiric. The woman is kneeling between the man’s thighs in lacy purple lingerie, only covered by a tiny pleated black mini skirt. She has a collar on and the man holds the leash attached in his left hand while his right strokes her cheek. They look at each other with such adoration that it feels like you’re interrupting something just by being in the room. The woman rubs her cheek on the man’s hand as he speaks softly to her. You couldn’t hear him over the music and general noise in the background but whatever he said made the woman smile.

“They’re cute,” Spencer says quietly to you without looking away from the couple.

“They usually come to these. I think they have such a cute dynamic,” you reply, glancing at Spencer.

“Do you have a dynamic,” Spencer asks, finally looking at you.

“Oh no,” you laugh, “I don’t even date nowadays so I haven’t even started that process.”

“Do you want something like that,” he gestures with his head at the couple.

“Oh yeah, that’s goals right there,” you laugh, “but I’m fine on my own too.”

Spencer nods and then looks away to watch the couple again, seemingly lost in thought.

Your friend wanders into the social room, looking from side to side, she perks up when she lays eyes on you.

“Are you ready,” she juts her thumb behind her towards the dungeon space.

You turn to look at Spencer and when he nods you turn back to your friend, “let’s do it!”

The three of you walk up to a spanking bench your friends are waiting in front of.

You turn to Spencer, “are you sure you want to see this?”

“Yep, I’m excited to see whatcha got,” he smiles and nods.

“Okay,” you say sing-songy, “but if you get uncomfortable you can just wait for me in the social room.” Spencer nods and gives you two thumbs up.

You approach the bench and take a deep breath. Spencer watches as you unzip your skirt, eyes widening as he realizes what you are doing. This was why your top and underwear matched. He didn’t know you planned to disrobe, he obviously noticed other people wearing little or even nothing around him but figured you wouldn’t be joining them, not that he was complaining. Your skirt slid down over the globes of your ass and Spencer had to force his jaw to stay closed. There you stood, tights and underwear and nothing else between him and your pussy, a situation he’d wanted to be in for so long. You climb onto the bench and lay your chest down to get into position, arching your back slightly and getting comfortable. Spencer’s jaw tenses and his cock twitches in his trousers. Your top stands next to you and starts rubbing her hand over your raised ass. She leans down and whispers something to you that Spencer can’t hear but you nod your head in response. Then she rears her hand back and lands the first smack. Spencer jumps slightly and tries to peer at your face to see your reaction. After a second of pause you wiggle your butt and shout, “is that all you got,” with a laugh.

“Oh is that how it’s going to be,” your top laughs back at you. She begins smacking with more force and frequency. Spencer finds himself blushing and nervous but unable to look away. His body reacting differently than he had expected and he didn’t know what to do about it. One of your other friends hands your top a small coffin shaped paddle and your top immediately smacks you with such force that Spencer worries for a second before he hears you. You let out a loud moan at the impact and arch your back more.

“Is that enough warm up,” your top chuckles.

“Yessss,” you hiss back.

After that it was a bit of a blur for Spencer. The hits kept coming and with every one you let out a moan, a squeak, a squeal, or a gasp. In response the bulge in his pants grew. The top swapped between implements and Spencer named them to keep himself grounded. Paddles, floggers, evil sticks, and more. Spencer saw the redness spread across your cheeks, little specks of purple appearing in spots that had been hit over and over. Setting down her tool, your top slips her fingers under the waistband of your tights before delicately pulling them down your thighs. Spencer’s pants somehow felt even tighter suddenly.

“Y’know,” she says lightly, “I would normally just tear these but then I’d have to buy you new ones.”

You laugh, sounding out of breath.

Spencer was now staring at your ass, and thinking about your pussy, barely covered by that lacy piece of fabric he saw earlier. He felt like he would burst out of his pants if he saw any more.

Your top pokes a small purple spot, “does this hurt,” she asks in mock concern.

“Yess,” you whine out pathetically, accenting it with a wiggle of your rear.

That was it for Spencer.

He reaches down and adjusts himself, his cock jumping at the tiny amount of friction he got, before leaning over to a friend standing next to him, “I’m going to step outside for some air.”

The friend nods and smiles, assuming this was too much for him.

Spencer steps outside into the cold air and lets it fill his lungs.

“You need to get a hold of yourself,” he hisses out, staring down at the noticeable bulge in his pants.

Once your scene had ended your top slid your tights back up. You inhale sharply as they make contact with your developing bruises. Your top walks you over to the aftercare section of the facility after helping you back into your skirt. Once comfortable you notice Spencer was nowhere to be found. You drink your water and let your top play with your hair for a bit before getting up to find him.

Eventually you track him down outside. The cold felt like another smack to your mostly undressed frame.

Spencer turns to face you and waves meekly, “hey. I just needed some air.”

A pang of guilt hits you.

“I’m sorry Spence, are you okay,” your eyebrows knit together in worry as you wrap your arms around you for warmth. Without hesitating Spencer pulls off his jacket and places it on your shoulders.

“No, I’m totally okay, I actually left for a different reason. You didn’t do anything wrong,” his voice was dripping with sincerity but his face and body language seemed worried.

“What’s up then,” you ask, preparing for some worst case that you couldn’t even come up with.

Spencer pauses, glancing away from you before opening his mouth to speak again.

“I just don’t want to mess everything up,” he whispers.

“You won’t,” you reach a hand out and give his arm a reassuring rub.

Spencer looks to the side and then to the sky in exasperation before his gaze finally lands on his shoes.

“I liked it too much,” he says so quietly you almost don’t pick it up, “more accurately I like you too much and it was clouding my judgment and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I really enjoyed it, more than I think I should have, I just don’t think you’d want me looking at you that way.”

You tilt your head to the side, “what way?”

Spencer’s eyes go wide, still staring at his shoes, and he gestures down to his crotch. His face was burning red and he seemed overwhelmingly flustered.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time. I’ve been burying it inside me so it wouldn’t be a burden on our friendship and I guess seeing you like that was too much. My body reacted before my mind could and so I excused myself. I think you’re beautiful and I love being around you but I know we’re just friends and I respect that. I just like you so much and I don’t want to lose what we have because I can’t be rational when you’re bent over like that making those noises.”

Spencer tried to continue rambling but you grab his other arm to interrupt him.

He glances up at you anxiously before straightening up to look you in the eye better.

You speak quietly, in shock from his confession, “I like you too.”

Spencer’s jaw tenses and he glances down at your lips before finding your eyes again. Without hesitation you both lean in and suddenly his lips are on yours. Warm and soft and gentle at first. After a second he pulls his head back slightly. Still staring at your lips he whispers, “I’m sorry I should have asked.”

“It’s okay Spence, just kiss me.”

His arms find your waist and pull you into a kiss that felt like he needed you to breathe. Your fingers tangle in his hair and pull his face down into yours, pressing your lips together harder. Spencer was a greedy kisser. It felt like he needed every ounce of you and he needed it now. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you let him in without a second thought. Your tongues dance against each other and you can feel one of his hands sliding up to the back of your head. Before you realize what was happening he’s walked you back enough that he’s now pressing you against the nearest wall. The kiss deepens and you swear you could keep doing this forever, there was no need to breathe when Spencer Reid was kissing you, he was all you needed. He lightly nips at your bottom lip causing you to let out a choked gasp. Spencer’s chest rumbles as he groans in response. With your bodies so close together you get a physical representation of the feelings Spencer mentioned having earlier pressed against you. You grind your hips forward against him and he moans into your mouth.

The door to the building swings open interrupting you.

You must look ridiculous. Spencer cornering you against the wall, his hair a mess and your dark lipstick all over his mouth and glitter from your face smeared on his. Not to mention that you had both frozen staring at them like you’d just been caught doing the most scandalous thing ever. The couple that walked out wave goodnight and head to their cars. Spencer moves his hand from behind your head and places it on your waist opposite the other hand while you both gasp for air.

You lock eyes, both full of lust and pupils blown wide.

“Wow,” Spencer murmurs.

“Yeah,” you breathe back, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You’re a bad influence on me,” Spencer laughs.

“I’m the bad influence,” you gasp in mock shock, throwing your right hand over your chest, “I mean I did bring you here and tell you to kiss me I guess.” You point at him accusingly, “but you kissed me first!”

“I think we kissed each other,” Spencer chuckles, hands sliding around your back to pull you close again.

“Touché doctor,” you giggle before reaching up to kiss him again.

You hands find his face and you kiss him hungrily.

“Should we go back to the hotel,” you ask, backing up slightly and gazing into his eyes.

“Oh no, we shouldn’t just leave your friends wondering where we went and I doubt you had much time for aftercare before you came to find me.”

“How do you know what that is,” you giggle.

“Maybe I have my own secrets,” Spencer whispers, pressing a light kiss to your lips.

You wipe your makeup off Spencer’s face as best you can and go back inside to finish up with your friends and say goodnight. The whole time you cuddled with your top and chatted, Spencer was watching you hungrily. You tried to not squirm under his gaze but it was hard. When it was time to leave you hug your friends goodbye and pile back into your car.

The tension in the car weighed on you, you didn’t know what the future held and you weren’t positive where you stood after what happened. You were stuck in your thoughts until you opened the door to the hotel room and stepped in.

As soon as you both cleared the doorway Spencer was on you. His lips slam into yours, hungry and desperate. He grabs the back of your head as he eases you against the wall, kicking the door shut with his left foot. You wrap your arms around his neck so he can reach you better. The height difference wasn’t too much but it was certainly noticeable when you were kissing. He tucks his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, arching your back away from the wall so your chest is pressed against him. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth and you let out a small moan. His hands slide down your back to rest on your ass. His tongue slips into your mouth as he begins kneading your ass. You squeak at the pain from your bruises that Spencer has completely forgotten about.

“I’m sorry,” he pants.

You look him in the eyes with such intensity it draws him back a bit.

“Do it again,” you smirk at him.

Something in him snaps awake at that and he grabs your ass hard. You keen and try to lean your head away from him but he catches you with his lips and kisses you even harder.

You bury your hands in his hair and pull slightly making him whine against your lips. You wrap one of your legs around his so you can grind yourself against him.

He slides his hands to the top of your thighs and speaks so lowly it sounds more like a growl, “jump.”

You listen immediately and he lifts you up onto his hips. You wrap both legs around him and are immediately pressed harder against the wall as he kisses along your jaw. He starts rutting up against you as he kisses and nips down your neck. You moan at the friction and grind down on him to meet his thrusts. A deep groan rumbles out of his throat as he attacks yours. He presses and drags his tongue up the side of your neck before biting down. You let out something like a gasp mixed with a squeal and he chuckles against your neck.

You tap his shoulder desperately, “bed, bed, bed.”

“Sorry,” he mutters, still rutting against you with his face pressed against your clavicle, “I couldn’t wait.”

You bite back a moan at that, thinking it would be embarrassing to let him know how much him wanting you turns you on.

Spencer carries you to the bed, kicking his shoes off on the way, and gently lays you down with him on top of you. He sits up and starts to unclasp his tie so you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch his hands work.

Spencer starts unbuttoning his shirt as you watch.

“Do you like watching,” he asks with a chuckle. His question ends your trance and you reach down to unzip your boots.

“You have really nice hands,” you say bashfully. Once your boots are off, you scoot to a sitting position and take over unbuttoning his shirt. You pull it down, off his shoulders, and throw it to the floor. You reach to undo his belt but Spencer grabs your hand, stopping you.

“Your turn,” he says with a glint of mischief in his eyes. He reaches behind you to unclasp the chains keeping your top on, pressing your face into his warm chest. Your top slips off from the weight of the metal and Spencer backs up to look at you. You rest your hands at the hem of his pants while he takes in the view.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, hands just ghosting over your form.

“It’s a little late to get nervous about touching me,” you giggle.

Spencer laughs, “true, I suppose.”

With that he grabs your breasts and pushes you back down to the bed. Spencer squeezes and toys with your tits as he kisses you, hard and desperate. He starts to grind against you again. You try to remember to breathe as he begins pinching and lightly pulling at your nipples. You let out small noises against Spencer’s mouth only fueling his movements. Spencer kisses down your jaw to your neck, leaving little bites and licks as he makes his way to your sternum. He sits up and you groan at the loss of contact. Spencer hikes your skirt up to your waist before you pipe up, “let’s just take it off.” Spencer nods and moves his hands off so you can move. You spin and sit up on your knees so he has access to the zipper on the back. Spencer unzips it slowly, an idea spinning in his mind. He gently pushes you face down into the bed to take the skirt down your legs. As he pulls the skirt off your feet and chucks it to join your shirts on the floor you slip your thumbs under the waistband of your tights. Spencer leans down to your ear, his body covering yours as he does so, and whispers, “I’ll buy you new ones.”

Before you can react Spencer tears a small hole in the crotch of your tights. He then takes both hands and rips them completely open, exposing your lacy underwear and bare thighs.

“Oh my god Spencer,” you squeal and giggle.

Spencer then flips you back onto your back.

“What? I said I’d buy you new ones,” he feigns innocence as he finally cups your pussy. You gasp and flush slightly.

“God you’re so wet for me,” Spencer groans.

“Just for you,” you sigh.

Spencer slides your underwear down and off your legs, tearing through the tights further. Now face to face with your bare cunt, Spencer’s cock throbs in his slacks. Spencer’s hands glide under your thighs, lifting your legs onto his shoulders as he ducks down to kiss your pubic bone. Spencer hovers inches from you. Your breath shutters as you feel his breath against your wetness.

“Spencer, you don’t have to,” you breathe out, nervous he was hesitating because of how long he sat there without doing anything.

Without a word Spencer abruptly licks a wide stripe up your folds, “I don’t have to, but I’m going to.”

You let a moan slip past your lips, “oh god.”

Spencer laps at your core, drawing moan after moan out of you. Your hands find his hair and tangle amongst the strands, tugging slightly. Spencer whines quietly so you do it again and you’re rewarded with a whimper emitted from the back of his throat.

Spencer removes his left hand from your leg, letting it drop to the side. He moves to focus on licking and sucking on your clit. You feel him drag his fingers down through your folds to gather your arousal before slowly easing a finger into you. You gasp as pleasure washes over you. You clench around him and Spencer chuckles, sending vibrations through you. He begins thrusting his finger in and out of you. You pitch one hand to the bed to grab onto the sheets, holding on for dear life.

“Oh my god Spence,” you cry out.

Spencer continues licking and sucking your core as he picks up the pace of his finger.

“You said you liked my hands right,” he asks before blowing cool air over your soaked clit.

“Yessss,” you hiss, tugging at his hair again. Spencer moans and stills for a moment.

“Y’know,” you look down to make eye contact with Spencer as he speaks, “if you keep pulling my hair then I’m not going to have the patience to make you cum on my face and I really want to make you cum on my face.” His eyes are dark with lust and you almost don't know how to process this side of him. He starts to devour your cunt again and you let out a high desperate moan.

“Fuck Spence, oh my god,” he leaves you gasping, the suddenness of his mouth on you knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Mmf, love how you taste,” Spencer mutters, his finger picking up the pace again. You start to grind yourself on his face, pressing down on his head to get more of him. He chuckles against you and sneaks a second finger inside you, immediately starting to curl his fingers.

“Oh my- fuck- god,” you whine out, bucking your hips slightly to chase the feeling. Spencer flicks his tongue against your clit and sucks, pistoning his fingers in and out of you.

“You gonna cum for me, beautiful,” he looks up, trying to hold eye contact with you as you struggle to look down at him. His beautiful amber eyes grab your attention but the pleasure is so overwhelming you have a hard time sitting still.

“Yes, yes, please,” you whine, “d-don’t stop!”

The pressure that had been building in you was reaching a breaking point as your eyes squeeze shut.

Spencer chuckles and clamps down to suck on your clit again only coming up for air to say, “Look at me when you cum all over my face, pretty girl.”

He moves his fingers faster, occasionally adding a beckoning motion, and licking you in a frenzy.

You look down at him, “gonna- oh god,” you scream his name as your climax crashes into you. You lock eyes, him peering up at you with an obvious smirk even when his mouth is busy with other things. Pressing his head down and clamping your thighs around him, a distant part of you worried you might suffocate him but you were too absorbed in the all consuming pleasure racking your body to stop.

Spencer works you through your peak, fingers gently slowing as you come down. Slipping his fingers out of you he spreads your thighs back open and plants soft kisses on the plush skin. Your body buzzing and Spencer’s soft laughter is all that could be heard over your panting.

“You did so good, Angel,” he speaks softly.

Despite just cumming seconds earlier you’re still desperate for him.

“Your turn,” you pant, gently pulling his head toward you.

“Are you sure? I’m okay, really, you need a minute to recover,” Spencer says, very sweetly, but you’re in no mood for sweet.

“Fuck my face or fuck my pussy, your choice,” you challenge.

Spencer’s eyes darken as he climbs back up to your face, “fine,” he plants another deep kiss, bruising and starved, on your lips. He sits up and starts to unbuckle his belt. You swat his hands away and unbuckle it yourself then proceed to pull down the zipper and undo the button. You pull his pants open and slightly down, greeted with the bulge in his briefs.

“Are you ready,” you look up into his eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation.

“Absolutely,” he replies with a smile.

You pull down his underwear, his cock springing out of the waistband.

“Oh my god,” you whisper. It’s much bigger than you expected, you also feel slightly bad for not addressing him sooner with how red and hard it is. You just stare for a moment, it’s pulsing, flushed with red, and huge.

“Are you okay,” Spencer asks, voice heavy with concern, “we can stop if you’ve changed your mind.”

“No, no, no,” you shake your head, “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so…big.”

Spencer laughs, “is that a problem for you?”

You shake your head, “just nervous about the stretch a little, it’s been awhile since I’ve been with anyone,” you laugh.

“We’ll make it fit,” Spencer says, looking down at you almost sinisterly compared to his usual demeanor.

Spencer kicks his pants off and turns to face you again. You grab his shoulders and throw him down on the bed, immediately positioning yourself between his legs. Spencer yelps in surprise at the sudden position change.

“Heyyy,” he murmurs, “you said I got to pick.”

You giggle, “so you don’t want me to show you how good I am with my mouth?”

“You can show me that later but right now I’m feeling impatient,” he chuckles deep in his chest.

You climb up his body to straddle him, pressing his cock flat against his stomach underneath you. You settle on top of his hips with your hands resting on his chest and slide against him, watching his reaction. Spencer hisses and grabs your forearms.

“Want to be inside you,” he grunts.

“Just give me a second, still sensitive,” you say, grinding yourself against him, his hardness sliding between your folds.

Spencer’s jaw tenses as you ride him, watching you use his cock for your satisfaction. Finally having contact with this part of him sends little bolts of lightning through you. You let your eyes fall closed as you roll your hips down on him.

Spencer whispers your name, it turns into a whine as he says, “please, I need you.”

Your pussy clenches around nothing at that and you decide you can’t handle teasing him anymore. You lift your hips and grab the base of his cock, he doesn’t need it, but you pump it a few times just in case. Pressing your thumb to his slit, you smear his precum over his tip before lining yourself up. Finally feeling him press into you, you let out a soft gasp. You start to lower yourself, feeling every vein and pulse of him against your walls as you go. Spencer chokes out a gasp and fists the sheets next to him. You finally seat yourself against his pelvis, a slight burn accompanying the stretch of him inside you. You slide your hands down to his stomach, trying to remain relaxed as your body adjusts, you shut your eyes tight and point your face downward.

“Are you okay,” Spencer asks, clearly struggling to remain composed himself as he rubs his thumbs across your forearms in reassuring circles.

“M fine,” you barely get out, “just adjusting.”

Spencer waits for a moment, watching you. You lift up slightly and give a tentative pump with your hips, letting out a high pitched moan at the friction.

Spencer whimpers and grabs the sheets with one hand again. You start moving, letting out a constant stream of gasps and moans as you pick up pace. Spencer tilts his head back and moans, deep and thankful like you just offered him relief. The hand on your forearm tightens as Spencer lets out a groan, looking down at where you’re connected.

“Oh god,” he moans. His hands leave their positions to slide up your stomach to your chest. He palms your breasts, “so beautiful, so, so beautiful,” he mutters to himself.

You roll your hips down on him, tearing a groan out of his parted lips. He rolls one of your nipples in between two fingers and tugs slightly. You claw at his chest, unable to control the noises escaping your mouth. He just fills you so well and you’ve waited so long for this.

Spencer starts to buck up into you, meeting your movements and driving you crazy. Your hips stutter slightly as you approach your peak, pressure building in you, ready to snap. Spencer notices your breath hitch and your movements grow sloppy, he grabs your hips hard and starts fucking up into you.

“Oh- oh god,” you cry as Spencer takes the lead.

“Look at me,” Spencer says firmly.

You fall forward, slamming your hands on either side of his head, trying your hardest to hold eye contact. Spencer looks at you, intensity burning in his eyes, his grip on your hips tightening as he rams into you.

“Are you gonna cum for me,” he pants. You nod furiously in response, leaning to rest your forehead on his. You gaze into his eyes, his honeyed irises scorching you with their focus.

You practically scream his name as you come undone on top of him, the last thing you see before screwing your eyes shut is the pleased look on his face as he continues to fuck you through your high. You slump down onto his chest as his pace slows but doesn’t stop.

“Spencer,” you moan out quietly.

“Yeah,” he sighs and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Too good,” you say slowly and softly.

“We’re not done yet,” he chuckles at you. Before you have time to react he’s flipping you both over so you’re pressed under him. He sits up and hauls your legs up to wrap more solidly around his waist.

“Mmf Spence,” you whine, “I’m sensitive.”

“You can give me one more, can’t you,” he chuckles as he moves his hands up to your waist.

“You’re just so tight and pretty with my cock in you, I just can’t help myself.”

“Holy f-fuck,” you moan at his sudden change in demeanor.

“Do you like it when I talk to you like that,” Spencer asks, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yess,” you whine, squirming under his gaze.

Spencer pulls out of you slowly so only his tip is left inside you. He starts to slowly slide back into you, moaning as he bottoms out.

“F-fuck,” his moan ends in almost a growl, eyes squeezed shut. Your eyes snap between his mouth and his eyes, realizing you’ve never heard him say that word before. Opening his eyes he gives you a puzzled look, “you okay? Look shocked,” he murmurs.

“You said fuck,” you say, cocking an eyebrow.

“You’re just that good baby,” he laughs. With that Spencer starts moving again, pumping himself in and out of you. His hands find your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You let out a choked moan, “Spence.”

He glances up to find your eyes, a question knitted into his expression.

“More.”

Spencer groans and picks up the pace of his hips.

He leans down to suck a mark onto your left breast. As he sucks you mewl at the building pressure in your core. Spencer bites into your flesh, the sting of his teeth shocking you into a yelp you don’t even notice letting out.

Spencer’s eyes shoot up to yours, “m sorry,” he murmurs, licking a stripe over the faint bite mark.

“No, don’t stop,” you moan. Spencer smirks and continues nipping and biting over your breasts. Your hands look for purchase in his hair, tugging and pulling lightly.

Spencer’s hips stutter, “baby if you don’t stop that this is going to over way quicker than either of us want.”

You don’t stop though, you giggle and tug harder. Spencer snaps upward, grabbing both your wrists in one hand and shoving them onto the bed above your head. He’s now just inches from your face.

“Is that how you want to play this,” he whispers, his hips having stopped moving. You whine and try to fuck yourself on his dick, struggling under his body pressing you into the bed.

“Fine,” he growls. Spencer snaps his hips, abruptly sending pleasure shooting through you. You keen at the overwhelming sensation, throwing your head back into the mattress. Spencer’s hand that isn’t holding your wrists finds your throat, delicately wrapping around it.

“Are you going to be good for me now or do I have to fuck some sense into you,” his voice rumbles from deep in his chest.

You nod frantically, trying to move your hips to match his movements.

Spencer fucks into you harder, his lips landing on your earlobe before he pulls it between his teeth and bites down. Your brain shuts down, sparks shooting through your body as Spencer ravages you. Spencer’s hand loosens its grip on your throat, sliding up to brush his thumb over your bottom lip. He drags his face above yours, smashing his lips into yours. Your mouth falls open at one swipe of his tongue, allowing him access. He kisses you like you’re oxygen and he’s been buried alive. His hips snap against yours, his cock hitting parts of you that you swear have never been touched before. He kisses you frantically as his right hand travels down your body, his lips on yours makes the room spin. You tighten your legs around his waist.

“Are you close,” Spencer murmurs huskily against your lips.

“Almost,” you’re barely able to whine out before another moan rips out of your throat. Spencer slows down his hips slightly, focusing more on hitting you deeper and harder rather than faster.

“Oh fuck,” Spencer whines, throwing his head back. “You feel so good baby, doing so good for me,” he rambles. You push your hips against him, trying to encourage him to speed up again, whining when he looks into your eyes.

“Oh what? You want to cum now? I thought you were too sensitive,” he chuckles between moans.

“Please,” you whisper.

Spencer leans down, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear, “I’m kidding, I want to feel you cum around me again.”

You almost sob out a moan as his thrusts speed up again.

“Where do you want it,” Spencer grunts.

“Inside, inside, inside,” you practically babble, so overtaken with the feeling of him in you and on you. Spencer thrusts into you hard and it causes all that pressure in you to release as you clench around him. Spencer whimpers and moans as you clamp down on him, cumming hard enough that you think you feel yourself ascend for a moment.

“There it is,” he moans, “there’s my girl, you’re doing so good for me, taking it so well.”

You start whining at the overstimulation and Spencer shushes you gently.

“I’m almost there darling just hold on,” he whimpers. His hands slide to the back of your thighs, lifting your legs and pressing them to your chest. His large warm hands hold you down as he slams into you. His hips stutter ever so slightly as he approaches his own high.

“F-fuck, oh my god,” he moans.

You whimper under him, squirming slightly.

“You can take it baby, I know you can,” he grunts, “fuck you feel so good.”

“Take it angel, take it, take it, take it.” warmth fills you as he spills inside of you with a moan. He slows his thrusts and slumps down on you, pressing soft open mouth kisses to your chest and clavicle.

He lets out a laugh between pants, “oh my god, darling that was amazing.”

You both pant and laugh together in the quiet of your hotel room.

“I can’t believe it took us so long to do that,” you laugh, finally pulling your arms from Spencer's grip to wrap them around his neck. Spencer eases out of you and rolls both of you so you are laying next to each other.

“That’s the power of two anxious introverts I think,” he says with a quiet laugh.

“Thank you for talking to me about your feelings Spence,” you murmur, caressing his cheek as you speak.

“Thank you for not rejecting me,” he replies softly.

“How could I? You’re one of the most amazing people I know.”

Spencer pulls you into a soft kiss, it’s warm and sweet and everything you’ve been wanting.

“Do you think the team will notice,” Spencer murmurs, breaking the kiss.

“God I hope not,” you laugh, “honestly though they’ve probably already placed bets on when this would happen.”

Spencer laughs, “you are so right.”

Thank you for reading!! Any feedback is appreciated, let me know if you want me to continue this with more kinky spencer shit ♡

Requests open!!♡♡♡

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mollywog · 9 months ago

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In Chapter 3 of The Hunger Games - Madge gives Katniss the infamous Mockingjay pin…

What do you think her motive was?

#I want to make a poll #but know I’ll miss important ideas if I make it myself #so send thoughts and I’ll make it in a bit #thgreread2024 #thg #the hunger games #chapter 3 #the mockingjay pin #madge undersee

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loderlied · 4 months ago

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sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

#god i really really don’t want to do this. but i have to but i don’t want to but i have to but i don’t want to. and so on. you get the gist #though i guess i am more not wanting to let go of an idea or fantasy rather than reality #like i always wanted to be an active participant in fun oc art fandom writing etc etc communities #but all i really did was make way too many people uncomfortable with my worthless stuff.#like it and me are just not built for interacting with people lmao. especially when it comes to stuff like my characters or uh.#i don’t know you can’t call it art or writing just uh. creations i guess.#and like i knew that before i made this blog but then people started interacting with me and i thought hey maybe this’ll work out maybe i #can be better and then i so wasn’t. and for that i am very sorry.#(and i mean this is not the main reason why i feel like i have to do this but i can’t just go back like nothing happened on here lmao.#i deleted 90% of my shana posts i had/am having a crashout i gotta at least follow through after being so embarrassing #after being even more insufferable than usual haha. and if i stayed there would be even more people who feel obligated to stay around #i feel. and i so don’t want that. so just one more reason why i gotta be brave and just fucking do it.)#also i do realise that there’s the possibility of not deactivating and just logging off and leaving but every time i took a break like that #i always like felt a bit ‘better’/delusional & thought it’d be ok to return. sure that’ll happen again.which is why i have to be so drastic #like even if i made a new blog i know myself well enough to know that i’ll be too embarrassed to reach out to anyone again.#so it would really be a working solution to this problem. i really should just do it.#romeo’s wretched rambles #also a message to everyone telling me that they like shana and that he’s not a shit character to obsess over & more importantly share #with folks: appreciate the sentiment but there’s a lot of his evil you don’t know about.#i was implying some stuff here and there and some people i’ve told more privately but even they are missing like 25% of the shana.#those being the absolute worst parts of him. i am still absolutely obsessed with him but that’s my error to fix and i can’t subject #people to that anymore in good conscience. seeing people say they like him actively feels like i’m pulling a shana myself and deceiving #people with lies of omission sometimes. remember that lol. obviously ik that there r big differences but sometimes it just feels awful stil #so maybe he’s better contained in a separate private blog that i can torch once i get over this rot and just be done with this fucking char #again i don’t mean to say that i don’t appreciate the support but i’m sure many of your guys’ opinions would change If You Knew. you know.#(god. with the lies of omission thing. every day i learn more abt how i subconsciously write things that make me deeply uncomfortable lol)#(and that i fear. like. that wasn’t even intentional when i gave him that trait. i just realised that while typing this pointless mess lmao #anyways. thanks for readin if you made it this far. send me anon hate or something. hit me with an anvil and spit on my corpse if you will #i hope that at least by the end of this week i will have put my brave pants on and decided on what to do. sorry for being so annoying.

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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 8 months ago

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the amount of time my supervisor and i spend in one-on-ones just straight up laughing together needs to be studied i think

#we were talking about the topic of mentors today in context of this phd guide we’re reading together #and the authors recommend formally asking potential mentors to be. mentors #which we both thought was kind of funny #and of course mentors are my Favorite Topic Ever apparently so i was discussing how lucky i am that i have several mentors #and i joked ‘if i may be so presumptuous as to count you among them’ and she was like ‘uh uh you have to ask me formally first’ and laughed #and i was like ‘shall i send you a letter’ and she came back with ‘yes you need to write me a letter and i’ll let you know of my decision’#we COMMITTED to that bit 😭#also i kind of talked about how ate dean and tita conductor are mentors from undergrad and even now and my supervisor was super positive #like in terms of research fit her group is like. maybe an 8.0/10. but personality wise? fuckin 11/10 man #i can make up the rest if i just work hard #iskul bukol book 2

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redflannelsheets · 11 months ago

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#a mystery grab-bag of thoughts:#sometimes i just want to send you dumb memes out of nowhere and hope that the randomness and absurdity will make you laugh #when i do my daily crossword puzzles i wish we were sitting across from each other racing to see who finishes first #(but working together on the really difficult ones because god knows I’ll never get a Sunday NYT by myself)#i think of you often but especially when it’s raining #I’ve taken to making a pie every week—nothing fancy just something in a graham cracker crust that sets in the fridge #(so far i have one ol’ faithful recipe and I’ve had a couple of failures but they were still tasty)#my phone sometimes suggests a selection of pictures of you and it used to make my heart stop a little bit #but now i just look at your face and smile and think about how lovely it was to see you every day; I’ll cherish that #i never thought you were a ‘media bully’ but if I could return the favor I’d urge you to watch amc’s interview with the vampire #it’s so GOOD and so GAY and i have a small crush on Eric bogosian that goes in the same category as my crush on Greg Davies #and it’s quite funny in places like a dry humor that leans surreal/absurd #i dunno i think you’d appreciate it even though you’re not a horror person #i wish i could hold your hand and kiss your fingers and probably nibble on them a bit #(what can i say? I’m a cat)#i made some new glitter bottles this week and they look so pretty in the sun #today my Spanish lesson was about telling time #i have no problem remembering ¿a qué hora? but get tripped up on the format of answering #(son las (hora) y (minutos) and son (minutos) para las (hora) and i could get around it by only ever answering on the half hour)#I’m not like *confident* about my Spanish but I’m picking up more than what’s in English captions when i watch stuff which is neat #i do wonder if it’s sad or weird to still feel you here with me in my heart #but i think when someone is precious to you time and distance can’t really touch that love #anyway I’m going to go do my dishes instead of blithering here all night lol #sending you care and love and sunshine and flowers my darling dearest #💜#🌻

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castor-redd · 2 months ago

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I can’t decide if I want my Rook’s canon to be sending Neve or Bellara to deal with the wards. I hate missing the final romance scene and the interactions with romanced Neve following the Isle of the Gods (my warden really needed her support), but I also want the juicy drama that comes with Neve getting yoinked and blighted. My Rook spent the entire game fretting over her friends getting blighted. She also did her damndest — and failed miserably — to dodge love. So to potentially lose Neve to the blight… That’s some good angst.

#datv spoilers #spoilers #im just musing #i said i was gonna go make my other rooks and then i got curious about what changed if you sent your romanced pal to deal with the wards #you do get a little scene at the end of the game that’s like. half the original final romance. but it’s like 2 seconds #tbf tho it’s not like the ‘official’ scene is much longer. i do have a bit of a gripe with how short the romance stuff is in the game #no i do not play dragon age solely for the romance #…but i do look forward to the romance the most probably. that and general companion interactions #I’m leaning toward sending Bellara because that final romance scene is too good to miss tbh #(we are so deprived of romance in this game…)#and there’s still a lot of angst to work with if Bellara goes. since she’s probably my Rook’s best friend #well… the only surviving bff after Davrin dies :’)#i was so gutted to pick him to die. but my rook thought he was invincible #not like consciously but she never really… she kind of assumed he would come back. always.#because he is in her eyes the paragon of a warden #he’s so tough and cool and gentle all at the same time. surely nothing can kill him! he’s a grey warden!#and while she’s close with Harding she DOES underestimate what Harding is capable of #so she makes Davrin the boss of the distraction team and… well.#she takes his death incredibly poorly #however when canon talks i plug my ears and go lalalalalala can’t hear you #nobody dies on tearstone island!!! they find a way to live and come back after the game!!!#no i haven’t figured out HOW but i have Thoughts:tm:#and they involve making additional rooks and inserting them into the story as if they’re companions #my favourite thing to do with dragon age #the number of wardens and hawkes and inquisitors I’ve made… (and scrapped)#i think the number of rooks I’ll make ‘canon’ is higher than any other game though #i only ended up with 2 wardens. 1 hawke. 1 inquisitor #(whittled down from 4 wardens and 2 ‘Hawkes’ (only one was Hawke) and… I think *5* inquisitors?)#I can’t remember it’s been ages since i thought of inquisition tbh. it’s my least favourite in the series i think?#i don’t HATE it. i just prefer the other 3. for all its faults I really did enjoy Veilguard

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unintentional-sad-wizard · 8 months ago

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Wheee. Symptoms.

#I don’t think they’re actually that bad right now #I think I just got really in my head about it #the combination of struggling to identify internal sensations such as pain or discomfort #with the fact that my anxiety can give me physical symptoms that are different but similar to my health issues #makes for some real awful spirals sometimes #I’ll be like “oh no am I feeling a bit nauseous? or am I just hungry??#and then the anxiety makes me actually nauseous #which makes me more anxious #anyway I sat in the shower for like 45 minutes and thought about my silly little podcast guys #until I felt physically better and had calmed down a bit #still struggling to sleep though #if I’m not occupying my mind right now I go back to fixating on how I’m feeling and get anxious again #so I think this’ll be another night of reading fic until I fall asleep with my phone on #that said #if anyone has fic recs for malevolent or tlt or tma send them my way #the being of chaos speaks #health tw

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tonycries · 1 year ago

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Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) - G.S.

Synopsis. In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, FWḂ! Gojo, slight Sukuna x reader, rough VERY jealous séx, Satoru goes feraI omg, unprotected, FWḂ-to-lovers, thígh riding, fíngering, creampíe, overstím, spítting, implied thréesome, he’s a bit mean and possessive, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. Heheh, hoping y’all have a lovely week coming up <3

“-n’ there’s this really great café downtown with those cupcakes you like-”

“Toru.”

“-I’ll get ya some for that kick you need after a lecture with Yaga. Speaking of Yaga-”

“Toru-”

“-he’s the one in need of a kick. I swear, that man gave me a B on my presentation just because I caught him in the middle of his interpretive dance routine-”

“Satoru!”

At this, Satoru pauses in the middle of buckling up his jeans to throw a grave nod your way. “I know, right?” Promptly sauntering over to pick up his t-shirt from where it had been thrown onto your bedroom floor, “It gave me nightmares for a few days, too. Which is why we should go to that café tomorrow and then…”

You roll your eyes - partially out of frustration, partially out of necessity to rip your stare away from those sculpted shoulders on display. Decorated in angry, red scratches running down, down, down. Somehow, you manage to grit out, “Satoru I have a uh- date.”

And ah, was it a sight to behold - because, perhaps for the first time in the twenty-something years that Gojo Satoru has wreaked havoc on this planet, he’s stunned into silence.

Still very groggy from sleep, still very sinfully shirtless standing at the foot of your bed. His kiss-bitten lips fall slack as you plow on, “And it’s just- I can’t make it tomorrow night because he invited me to his party.”

Party? This was the first time you canceled one of your…appointments with your friend-with-benefits - and it was for some party? Satoru could do parties, too - much better ones than this loser, he’s sure. Ones that would actually warrant you bailing on him.

Shaking away the strange thoughts ringing in his mind, he spits, “Who?” Just about all he could get out now.

Whoever he was - it was true about the parties. Why would you want to waste any time going to something like that when Satoru was the one known for them on campus. Him and Suku-

“It’s Sukuna.”

“Oh.”

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It was stupid - it was ridiculous. And you don’t know why Sukuna ever agreed to this scheme, but here you were, glued to his side like his favorite lil’ plaything for the night.

“What?” you shout for the nth time tonight, scooting closer on the couch. And you see his lips move, yet, to your frustration - despite being seated so flush against you - no sound comes out of them.

Whatever they say about Sukuna and Satoru’s parties were true - and then some. Because right now, it was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, let alone whatever Sukuna was talking about. Heaving out a sigh, you get ready to give up and suggest joining the thrumming dance floor - before, a large, soft hand glides down to your waist.

Fingers digging into the plush of your hips as Sukuna yanks you easily to plop down onto his waiting lap. Thighs strong and steady underneath yours, meeting your surprised gaze with his smug one, “This better?”

His hot breath fans the shell of your ear, sending traitorous shivers running along your spine - all the way down to where Sukuna was resting hand right above where your tight dress was hiking up.

Involuntarily, you find yourself nodding along, “Y-yeah. Much better.”

“Good.”

Fuck, you could feel each and every rumble of his broad chest against yours as he continues the conversation like nothing happened. The faint tap! tap! tap! of Sukuna’s fingers drumming on your squirming hips to the beat of the pounding music.

And it’s really hard to forget where you are, yet it hits you like a semi-truck - five of them, in fact - when his dark eyes widen at something over your shoulders. The steady beat of his fingers halting abruptly, “Oh?”

You knew what that look meant - knew who it meant. Because, really, there was only ever one person that could command as much attention in such a hazy, packed campus party.

Dipping your head, you hastily ask, “Is he looking over at us?”

To which Sukuna finally tears his gaze away, amusement and something else so dark swirling behind his gaze when he grabs the back of your throat. Whispering against the skin, “More than looking, pretty. Satoru’s planning my funeral and dancing on my grave already.” Moving up, voice dropping to a low, low whisper, “All according to plan, of course. N’ I think…” You jolt as he bites down on your earlobe, hard. “-that we should give him a lil’ show, hm?”

You bite back a soft moan, palms smoothing over Sukuna’s pecs to steady yourself. “And just what did you have in mind?”

“A little bit of this.” he grins, eyes flickering over behind you. “A little bit of that. And some of-” Sukuna chuckles at the way you’re so responsive underneath his touch, bucking when he gives your ass a tight squeeze. Tracing right up, up, up the middle of your spine, “-this.” Lips just inches away from yours now, close. “And you get him as a new boyfriend, and I get killed for taking what I can’t have.”

You feel something soft - fleeting.

And then immediately Sukuna’s pulling away, those lips that were just barely one yours curling up into such a sly smirk, “Yo, Satoru.”

You stiffen at the name - and the burning hole being stared into your back right now - whipping your head around to be met face-to-face with a towering Satoru. Brows furrowed, biceps rippling when he crosses his arms, lips drawn tight as he hisses through his teeth, “Seems the two of you are having a lot of fun.”

Oh, were you thankful for Sukuna’s sharp mouth right about now. Because while you’re still sitting there with your mouth stupidly agape, he muses, “Mhm, a lot of fun.” Thumbing your face back towards him, “Isn’t that right, pretty?”

Fuck, those were fighting words, ones that had Satoru looming closer - practically sandwiching you between the two men.

“I’m sure she can speak for herself.” he snaps back, slender fingers circling your wrist. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“I dunno, Toru.” And, well, maybe you were an idiot. Maybe you were a mastermind, because you only bat your lashes up at Satoru so deceivingly innocently. “Kuna here-” relishing in the way he flinches at the nickname, “-was jus’ telling me how great of a boyfriend he’d be. Right?”

The other man nods, “Since this pretty lil’ thing is single, thought I might as well take a shot.”

“Please.” Satoru was pulling you closer against him now, irritated huffs prickling waves of goosebumps across your skin. Words venomous, “Some boyfriend he’d be. I’m sure he’d do nothing other than give you weak dick and bore you to death.”

Sukuna scoffs, “Right, because yours is so much better?”

“You really think you have what it takes to satisfy this lil’ minx?”

Both men were gritting their teeth, trapping you between them. People were starting to stare now - some even pulling their phones out to start recording in case of a fight. And before the argument could escalate until that point, you catch Sukuna’s eye. Cutting off whatever next retort was on the tip of his tongue with a short, subtle shake of your head.

“Well then…” he instead purrs, grinning as if he was in on some inside joke between the two of you - on purpose, of course, just to watch Satoru’s eyes grow harder. “Guess if I’m ‘boring her to death’ then you-” Sukuna gives you a little push, nudging you towards Satoru’s chest. “-can teach her all about fun.”

Before you can react, two strong arms are looping your waist, helping you stand up - and pulling you clean off of Sukuna’s lap.

You’re hit with Satoru’s expensive, heady cologne - and his chest against your back, rock-hard, chest thumping wildly. You blink up at that uncharacteristically clenched jaw, “Toru?”

Now, you’ve seen him moody, you’ve seen him irritated - but never to this extent. Positively fuming, teeth grit, jolting at the mere sound of your voice as if his whole body was hit with a wave of electricity. Like some hidden, primal part of himself was being poked so dangerously awake when you softly intertwine your fingers with his. All gentle against his almost bruising hold, you question, “Are you alri-”

You don’t get to finish the question, because all it takes is another slow, leering grin flashed at you from Sukuna before Satoru mutters, gravelly. “Excuse us, then. I must have a talk with my woman.”

Starting to walk in long, fast strides upstairs - with you all stumbling and trying to keep up behind him.

Urgent. Dangerous.

“Extra room’s unlocked, you two!” you hear Sukuna call out after the both of you. And the last sight you see of him is when he mouths a silent “You’re welcome.”. One hand flashing you a thumbs up, the other adjusting the crotch of his pants. “Have fun.”

Satoru only clicks his tongue, moving very purposefully towards where Sukuna’s bedroom was instead.

“Woah- Toru, slow down.” you yelp, out of breath at his ruthless pace. But of course, since this is Satoru, he won’t have it any way other than stopping immediately in his tracks. Turning briefly around to you - only to wrap two arms around your waist, throwing you so easily over his shoulder like some ragdoll. Large palms tugging down the hem of your ass as he continues walking. “Y-you’re so-”

So what? Mean? Jealous? Playing right into your hands?

You don’t even know - nor do you really care, because Satoru finally reaches his destination.

“Fuck- here.” he spits.

Slam!

The door is flung open so hard it almost rattles off its hinges - and you aren’t faring any better. Because no sooner has Satoru stepped inside, he’s throwing you onto the king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

The mattress dips as he slowly makes his way up to you, your legs quiver at how much he just looked like a man starved - eyes half-lidded and crazed, hair ruffled. Having finally found a full meal in years. Darkly eyeing down the way you’re splayed out like such a slut on the mattress, dress hiking up with each bounce at the sheer force of his throw.

“So-” Satoru’s fingers reach out to lazily unbuckle the straps of your heels. Lingering much more than necessary. “-got anything to say?”

You bite your lower lip, holding back a delighted grin while his hands dance up your thigh to fiddle with that garter you knew he’d love. Slow. Agonizingly slow. Cocking your head in faux-confusion, “Hmm, like what?”

“Oh I dunno.” Satoru muses, saccharine sweet. And oh you could tell by his tone that he didn’t like that - didn’t want to like it. Running his fingers feather-light all the way down your legs to fling that useless garter onto the floor. “How about a ‘oh I’m so sorry, Toru, for bailing on you and acting like such a slut with the biggest asshole on campus jus’ to rile you up.’”

You bristle at his mockingly high tone, oh yeah, your plan worked - hell, maybe too well.

Teeth clenched, you hiss, “Well what are you gonna do about it, Toru?” Jutting your chin in defiance, “You’re not even my boyfriend. Maybe he jus’ fucks me better than you.”

“Say that again.”

Fuck, it takes you a second to even recognise his voice as your familiar friend-with-benefits. So jagged and raw.

And yet, you’re still running your mouth - so close to his. Too close. “Maybe he jus’ fucks me be-”

Now, usually you were the one that’d shut up Satoru mid-sentence - this time, however, he’s the one crashing his lips against yours. Swallowing the rest of that sentence in such a messy clash of teeth, and spit, and desperation.

Pulling ever-so-slightly on your glossy lower lip with his teeth, “Say it again, sweetheart.”

Oh, you knew you shouldn’t. Not one bit. But you do it anyway, letting out a muffled, “He f-”

And again. And again and again and-

Each and every time Satoru’s kissing away your mean little words, a large hang coming up around your throat to thumb apart your lips further. “Open.” he hisses against your mouth, so angry.

It’s as if on autopilot when you do, bruised lips sagging open. Leaving the perfect lil’ opening for Satoru to spit onto your lolling tongue, once. Twice. Thrice. Until your bleary eyes are snapping open, whining against Satoru’s iron-hold fist when you pathetically try to pull away in embarrassment.

Because shit, let it be known that Gojo Satoru has perfect aim - except for when it comes to you. Letting the steady strip of spit splatter against the side of your mouth, gliding his thumb to smear it all over your lips.

“How cute.” Satoru coos, eyes hooded. He gives your pouty mouth a final, chaste peck, sucking softly on your bottom lip. Chuckling, “Makin’ me almost forget you were locking lips with some other bitch earlier.”

And Satoru has the audacity to laugh - laugh - hoarse, and humorless at the way your jaw drops open in disbelief. Humming into your throat, “Yer right, though, m’not your boyfriend.” He leaves little bite marks down your racing pulse, your collarbone, your tits spilling out of your sinful dress. Eyes just devouring you through his long lashes, “But that doesn’t make you any less mine.”

Sitting back on the mattress, all it takes him is a simple tug on your hips to seat you so prettily on his lap. Your legs trembling around his thick thighs, gasping at the feeling of something so rock-hard right under your clothed pussy.

“Since ya like riding thighs so much, sweetheart-” Bunching your dress up at your hips, gripping your waist - tight. “-let’s see how you like mine.”

“What- oh ngh- fuck-” you’re gasping when he just starts dragging your sloppy hips down his thigh. Long, harsh movements that don’t even ease you into it.

“Shit.” Satoru groans at the feeling of your cunt drooling, seeping into his skin already. He’s angling his head to spy on the heavenly view - hooking a finger around your drenched panties. “This damn thing is-” Pulling - tearing. “-in the way.”

You’re gasping when Satoru pulls back to look at you with a content grin, dangling the flimsy fabric around his finger like a badge of honor. “You’re- ngh- buying me a new one.”

“Oh, anything for you.” he’s grazing his teeth along your earlobe, fingers finding their way back on your hips to grind them on his thigh, back and forth. Up and down up and down up and- “Or is that what you wanted me to say?”

And shit Satoru is so mean with the way he gives your ass a sharp smack! Pulling your whiny face closer, grinning sternly against your lips. “Why don’t you ask that new boytoy of yours to buy you some, huh?”

“B-but-”

“B-b-but-” he mocks, bouncing his knees up and down to get you to slide your cunt down his long thighs faster. Puffy folds spreading so shamefully open - so shamefully good. “You were so happy being such a slut for him before, right?” Just goading on your poor self to huff and puff in a way that made his cock twitch wildly. “So why are you here? With me?”

You’re stubbornly keeping your lips sealed shut to keep yourself from crying out - and oh, Satoru didn’t like that. Almost as much as he didn’t like seeing you giving those beautiful heart-eyes at some other bastard.

“Oh? Playing shy now?” Smack! “What happened to the slut from earlier, huh?” Bouncing his knee faster. The pads of his long fingers sting into your skin, sure to leave bruises for him to admire later - and for some people to take note of. Pulling - drawing your cunt to hump him like a bitch in heat. “Tha’s alright, pretty. I get it.”

And Satoru - mean, mean Satoru - waits until your features soften in relief, almost letting out a sigh - before dipping a hand down to brush a thumb at your pretty clit. Hard. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to bring her out.”

“Oh- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl, nails digging into Satoru’s shoulders when he starts to draw frenzied, methodical little circles on your throbbing clit. “S’too- good- oh my god-”

“‘Toru’ works jus’ fine, sweetheart.”

But oh for how confident Satoru was talking you into insanity, he can’t help but gape in wonder down below him, awe-struck with how sloppy you were. He could see you sweet sweet juices trailing down his palm, that glossy sheen on his thigh. “You’re so dripping wet, pretty. Who’re you this wet for? Me or-” Satoru’s free hand comes up to squish your cheeks together into an embarrassing pout, turning your head to the adjacent wall, where Sukuna had a framed photograph of himself - because of course he did. “-him?”

Fuck, Satoru can’t even be mad at the way he feels your cunt clench in surprise - because the feeling is so heavenly. His pretty girl, getting off on just his thigh.

Hips stuttering as you move faster - sloppier. So, so filthily all the way from around his knee just till where you could feel the curve of his massive erection.

He doesn’t even have to move your hips for you anymore - you’re moving as if on instinct at this point. And it makes him smirk, “Heh, such a slutty lil’ thing aren’t ya? Gettin’ off on my thigh?” Feeling you push your hips down hard - so hard. Pelvis desperately trying to hit all your sweet spots, “N’ who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

It’s all you can do to manage out a whimpering “Y-you.”

But, of course, that wasn’t enough. And Satoru’s only quirking his fingers just enough on your clit to make you cry out loud. “Yeah tha’s more like it. Louder now - who’s thigh are you riding right now?”

“You-”

“N’ who got you this fucking wet?”

You cry out when Satoru angles his leg up ever-so-slightly to watch gravity slide you faster down his thigh. Clit catching so fucking obscenely along the fabric of his pants. Ruthless.

“F-fuck you, Toru!”

“Mhmmm, thought so.” His hot tongue darts out to catch those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks at the unforgiving stimulation. Muscled thighs burning lightly now - faster - fingers so erratic. Only getting even more so. “Cuz you’re mine aren’t ya?”

You cum so hard - violent, even - that you don’t realize when you are. Just that you’re letting out a broken sob of Satoru’s name while he toys so relentlessly with your clit through your high.

Flashes of white in your vision, your heartbeat in your ears. So good that you’re almost tearing apart his button-up to shreds, hips jerky and sensitive as you your sloppy cunt gushes all over Satoru’s thigh. And, fuck, you’ve never felt so much like such a slut than when you look down to catch the glossy coating all over it.

One that Satoru swipes thumb at - pooling the syrupy slick on his fingerpad before bringing up to his pretty pink lips and-

Pop!

“Mmm.” He groans, muffled. “Fuck, you’re so sweet - could taste you forever.” Eyes rolling to the back of his head at your addictive taste, “Almost makes me forget that you didn’t answer my last question.”

And you don’t know what you’re reeling more from - the way that Satoru throws you around so easily, pushing you back until you’re splayed out against the plush mattress, shaky legs on his shoulders, arms around his neck. Or from the realization that shit, you’d been too busy losing your absolute sanity to answer his question.

“I- I didn’t hear.” you make up an excuse, heels digging into the muscles of Satoru’s shoulders now. “I’m yours, Tor-”

“Now now, don’t try that with me, sweetheart.” Satoru cuts off your flurry of apologies, kissing softly at the ankle beside his neck while he pulls off your dress and bra. You didn’t need those, anyway. “Guess I just hafta prove it to ya, right?”

And fuck was he well and fully intent on proving it to you. Because the words are barely out of his mouth before he’s peeling down his drenched pants - and those unnecessary boxers right along with it, too.

Satoru hisses when his painfully hard erection smacks against those toned abs, smearing precum in a small, filthy little pool. So so angry with the need to be inside your tight pussy - to prove to you from the inside out that you were his.

“Ya like what you see?” he notices your fixed stare at his cock. Greedily following the precum beading at his fat, red head, making its way between Satoru’s prominent veins. To those tufts of white way down, down, down- “Hey there.” You’re startled out of your little reverie by two wet fingers being snapped in your face, “As flattered as I am, this is actually my favorite part.”

And fuck you could see why it was.

Because it felt so sinful to watch with bated breath at the way Satoru fists his swollen cock, gliding his weeping tip between your swollen folds. Letting your pretty pussy slobber all over him. Up and down. Again. And again. Teasing.

“P-please, Toru-” you whine around the fifth time he’s “accidentally” nudging at your poor clit. Hips bucking up in need for more more more- “Enough teasing, jus’ wan’ you ngh- inside me.”

To Satoru, no sweeter words have been spoken. But he still manages to curl his lips into a leering smirk at your fucked-out, needy self. “Funny. Coming from someone who shit- pretty, you’re pussy’s trynna suck me up - who couldn’t wait to bail on me tonight for some other hah- jerk.” He presses his thick tip down on your clit, on purpose. “Would’ve fucked you ngh- real nicely, tonight, y’know? What a shame.”

You can only watch when he draws his hips back, lining up right with your sloppy hole. “What a shame m’gonna ah- fuck you like the slut you are right now.”

It’s all that’s said before he’s pushing in - to your snug cunt, to your fucking lungs it felt like.

“Oh- oh fuck, Toru-” you keen, back arching off the bed at the stretch. Satoru’s girth was rubbing up against your gummy walls and stretching them out so good. All the way until all you could feel was the rapid thump! thump! thump! of his throbbing cock pushing between your legs. “God, s’too big-”

“No no no, you don’t get to say that.” Satoru spits into your open mouth, hips jutting forward like some animal in short, shallow grinds to bully himself deeper. “You don’t get to fuck- ngh- act all coy when you brought this upon yourself.” His words come out faster - more slurred. Falling out faster and faster as his hips do, “Not when you decided t-to act like a lil’ slut hah- n’ guess what?”

Whether it was a rhetorical question or not - you weren’t sure. All you know is that you’re mewling up tearily at such a feral Satoru, “W-what?”

To which he only smiles against your lips, hips suddenly going still. Dangerously still. “N’ that means m’gonna fuck you like one.”

Before you can even react, he’s pushing in all in one go. Fuck, it never got easier even after so long.

“Oh- fuck I can’t take it- all-” you cry helplessly as he keeps pushing past that first ring of resistance. The curve of his cock massaging all those hidden sweet spots inside while he keeps splitting you apart deeper and deeper - not daring to even slow down. Not until Satoru’s well satisfied with the kiss of your bruised cervix against his thick head ,heavy balls smacking against your marked-up ass.

“See? Knew you could take it, you always do.”

And then he’s moving - not with the slow, persistent determination from before, no. Satoru was so animalistic, bouncing you unapologetically on the mattress.

Hands keeping your hips still to let him ram his entire cock inside your tight pussy. Over and over and-

“Still don’t think you’re not- fuck- mine, sweetheart?” Satoru runs a hand through his hair to see you better, to drink in the sight of your puffy folds bulging around his cock. Struggling to take in each mean thrust, “Because this seems ngh- reeeeal convincing that you are.”

You scrunch your brows in a pathetic plea, “I-I am yours, Toru- ngh-”

But he only brings his ear closer, “What was th-that? Didn’t hah- hear you-” Hands pushing apart your legs until they burned at the stretch. Until you were so shamefully on display for him, “You hah- need more convincing? Oh, I see.”

“I don’t! Oh- T-ngh”

It’s all you can do to let out teary, broken moans when Satoru rolls his hips harder. So carefully practiced with the way he locates your sweet spot easily.

“Yeah? You hah- like that?” he groans, words punctuated by a deep, harsh thrust. All hitting the bulls-eye each and every time. “Like me f-fuckin’ you like you’re mine?”

At this point, you’re scrambling at the damp sheets, the headrest, Satoru’s shoulders - just anything and everything to hold onto whatever’s left of your sanity - which seemed to be slipping away with each press of Satoru’s head against your g-spot.

But it still wasn’t enough.

Languidly, he brings a hand over to pinch your ravaged clit between two fingers. Having you whine so prettily with each roll of his fingertips. “Answer the question, pretty.”

“Yes!” you gasp, feet kicking at the sheer overstimulation. “I love it- ngh shit shit shit- I love it, Toru- love it so much.”

Shit, you might’ve just broken him.

Because while you may have thought that this answer would calm your Satoru down a bit - it only made him snap. Eyes widening, hips stuttering, swollen lips falling into such a fucked-out oh! - he looked like an absolute wreck.

Letting out a low, throaty groan of, “Oh fuck, you’re gonna be the ngh- death of me.” With this, he’s pressing his sweaty forehead onto yours, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs that match his merciless cadence. “Wish they could fuck- see you like this.” Ramming inside you harder - meaner. Giving your clit a light smack! before he starts playing with it once more. “I’d ah- fuck you in front of all those losers that think they have a chance just to show off how good you are f’me. Because you’re fuck fuck fuck- my good girl, right?”

You nod as much as you can, head just spinning with each brush of Satoru’s dick against your sensitive spots. Fingers twirling at your clit just as dizzyingly. Letting your slick glisten all over his wrist - his painfully squeezing balls - all the way up to his abs with how hard he was fucking into your tight pussy.

The both of you were getting so sloppy now. No care or concern for the party still raging on outside, not when your gummy walls were sucking up Satoru’s aching cock like that.

“No one ngh- can fuck you like this.” Satoru sucks on your lower lip. Ragged, like it pained him to keep talking, but he couldn’t stop anyway. “No one.” Milking you harder and harder like he was high off your sweet moans. More desperate - depraved. “Cuz m’yours.”

And he repeats that - into your lips, into your forehead, down your neck - over and over while you cum so fucking hard all on his swollen cock. Plushy walls squeezing so tight that it was almost difficult to fuck you through your high.

Ripping out strangled, raspy groans with each clench of your slutty cunt, “N’ you’re mine.” You think your vision gets hazy through your climax, and the only thing you can hear are those obscene squelches and Satoru’s voice. Like a mantra, “You’re mine- you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine- fuck you’re mine.”

Not straying too far behind, Satoru cums and he thinks he sees the pearly gates of heaven - with you, such an angel.

So sweetly whining into his ear when he’s painting your walls white, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot cum into your awaiting pussy.

Blinking back his vision only to eye the way it overspills, dribbling down your slit with each harsh ram of his hips.

“Wan’ go again-” Satoru groans. Only fucking his seed deeper and deeper and oh- he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t think he could stop with the way you were bringing out each and every single last drop like it was delicious. “F-fuck I needa go again. Swee-”

SLAM!

“Woah, seems the two of you are having a looota fun.”

Still not pulling out, both you and Satoru scramble to cover yourselves up with Sukuna’s now-soaked sheets. Well, mainly cover you up, for Satoru had no shame in staring the other man down. Scoffing out, “The fuck are you fuck- don’ squeeze me so hard, pretty- the fuck are you here for?”

“It’s my room, n’ I had a feeling you’d be here.” Sukuna lets the door shut so agonizingly slow, flashing the two of you a lazy, devilish grin. “Besides - this is my date, after all.”

A/N. Plagiarism of work not authorized.

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