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HAPPY GRAD TO ME GOOD LORD I NEED HIM DIABOLICALLY

jongho twt links

jongho who makes you ride him even after you had came. Especially near the window when you guys go on vacation because he knows, you enjoy if someone was to “accidentally” see you.

mean dom jongho who had to put you in your place and wrote all over your ass. and he doesn’t stop even with tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation. no, he fucks you harder and deeper.

you decided dress up in a maid outfit, not thinking much off it but oh you were soo wrong. he immediately pins you to the wall and fucks you hard and fast

you love love love riding him in reverse, especially when you’re still wearing a matching set. it’s the way Jongho moans that keeps you motivated, and your determination to make him cum

9th member got her nipples pierced and the first person she wanted to show off to is her jjongie. ofc she’ll ride jongho, making sure her breast are in full view and he just moans and admires her pretty breast.

pussy muncher jongho who loves to hear your pretty moans. it’s music to his ears and he can eat you out for hours. he love’s the taste of your cum, and he’s not stopping until the whole world knows his name from you screaming it.

mean dom jongho who knows you love to have your hair pulled while in doggy. he’ll meet your bounces, thrusting harder and harder each time.

mean dom jongho who catches you uses your vibrators once he gets home so what does he do? uses them to overstimulate you of course 😙 he loves to see those juicy tears roll down your face.

the minute you bring up kids/ say fuck kids unlimited creampies he’s all up on you. He loves to you look so full of cum, the way it’ll begin to spill. Of course, he’ll push it back in, making sure not drop goes to waste.

oh we know this man is thick and long, so when you guys do it for the first time. he’s gripping onto your waist, making sure you feel every single inch of him, and for him to have some self control.

he is OBSESSED with your boobs. small boobs, big boobs you name them. he will cum on your tits if he’s not cumming inside you.

jealous jongho who would 100% send wooyoung a video of you riding him ( with consent ofc 😌) just to show his cocky face at the end because he’ll be damned to let Wooyoung see your gorgeous face when youre cumming

of course he worships your body, makes sure that you’re aware of how much he loves you

i’ll say it again, jongho loves when you bounce on his cock

subby jongho who’s a good boy taking the dildo so well from you while you stroke his cock. his moans being music to your ears and nearly cumming with him.

9th member! reader who has jongho and another member join their shower time. worshipping your body and making sure you’re taken care of.

would send videos of yourself to jongho if he doesn’t give you enough attention. oh, he would make sure that know how much he absolutely loved it. making you cum over and over again, until your crying and clenching on his fingers.

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WE MADE IT BITCHES

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being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot

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I love tags it’s like muttering under your breath on the internet

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HEYYYYY SO I SAW YOU WAS DOING REQUESTS FOR KPOP DEMON HUNTERS

I loved the movie but the ending wasn’t what I was expecting and wanting😔

By any chance could you do the Saja boys in a poly relationship with reader? And separately the girls poly with reader?

I literally think it would be so much fun to have movie nights lmao and pull pranks on each other lmao😭💀

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Current Boyfriend” prank on Jinu⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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Rehearsal had just ended, and the studio air was thick with leftover energy and heat. The mirrors were fogged, the sound system still humming with static, and Jinu—sweaty, flushed, and stunning—was casually sipping water near the doorway.

You pulled out your phone, pretending to check something. Really, you were framing the shot.

He looked over, brows raised. “Filming?”

You smiled. “Just something quick for the fans. Come here.”

He didn’t hesitate—just walked over, still catching his breath from that final run-through, his dark shirt clinging to his back. When he stood beside you, he leaned in slightly, effortlessly falling into idol mode: half-smile, perfect angle, soft gaze.

You started recording.

“Hey guys,” you said sweetly to the camera, smiling like it was any other fan update. “Just wanted to check in, rehearsal’s over—everyone’s tired, sweaty, gorgeous.”

You turned the camera slightly, panning over to Jinu.

“I’m here with my current boyfriend!”

You kept going like it was nothing, turning the camera back to yourself. “Anyway, we’re probably gonna grab food and chill for a bit—”

Behind you, Jinu tilted his head slightly.

“…What?”

You stopped.

“…What?” you echoed innocently, still filming.

He squinted. “Did you just say current boyfriend?”

You bit back a smile. “Yeah. Like, my boyfriend right now. In this moment.”

His eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in that dangerous, calm way Jinu did when he was calculating whether to flirt with you or mildly destroy your entire soul.

“You’ve had others lined up?”

You laughed, finally breaking. “It’s a trend! I was joking!”

He took the phone gently, still in frame, still smiling for the camera like nothing was wrong—but the glint in his eye had shifted.

“You heard her,” he said to the camera. “Apparently, I’m just a placeholder.”

“Jinu—”

He leaned in, eyes never leaving the lens.

“Just so everyone’s clear, I’m not going anywhere. So if I’m the ‘current,’ I plan on being the permanent upgrade.”

He stopped recording.

You stared at him.

“Babe, it was a trend—”

He handed your phone back with a knowing smile. “Post it.”

“…You’re not mad?”

“No,” he said smoothly, grabbing his bag. “But you’re paying for dinner.”

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@ sajaboysimps: “Current boyfriend” and he paused like a villain origin story. 😭😭😭

@ jinusjawline: She: “I’m with my current boyfriend!” Jinu: 🧍‍♂️❓

@ idolatemyheart: When he said “permanent upgrade” I blacked out.

@ softlaunchgonewrong: The way she kept talking like he wasn’t recalculating the entire relationship 💀💀💀

@ kpopdemonkween: Jinu really said “I’m calm but I will become your husband if you keep playing.” 💍🕶️

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “i forgot our anniversary ” prank on Baby⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You had one goal: crack Baby’s fake-cool exterior.

The date was circled on your calendar in pink highlighter and glittery hearts — today marked your six months together. A fact you hadn’t forgotten. Not even close. You had the gift hidden, dinner planned, and a playlist queued.

But he didn’t know that.

So naturally… you decided to mess with him.

You strolled into the practice room like it was any other day, sipping your drink, phone in hand. Baby was lounging in a chair, jacket off, tank top on, towel draped around his neck. Hair tousled. Glistening post-workout glow. Casual heartthrob chaos.

“Hey,” he said, smiling without meaning to — one of those real ones, the rare kind.

“Hey,” you replied, completely flat. You sat beside him, scrolling through your phone. “Long day.”

He blinked. “Uh… yeah. Kinda.”

Silence.

He waited.

You offered him a sip of your drink. No affection. No flirt. No sparkle.

He narrowed his eyes. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

He leaned in slightly. “You sure? You're being weird.”

You shrugged. “I’m fine.”

You saw it hit him — subtle but real. A flicker of confusion in his eyes. He looked away, biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying to solve a math equation with emotions.

Then… his voice dropped, quieter.

“Did I… do something?”

You glanced at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, then reached into his jacket pocket — pulling out a tiny velvet box.

Your breath caught. Wait what.

He opened it slowly: a simple silver ring on a thin chain.

“I know we said we weren’t doing anything big for the six-month thing,” he said, eyes still down, “but I just… I saw this and thought of you. You like little things that feel permanent.”

Your mouth parted, guilt instantly slamming you in the chest.

He looked up. “Unless… you didn’t remember. Which is fine, seriously. I didn’t expect—"

“Wait, wait, wait—” you cut in, grabbing his hand. “It’s a prank. It was a prank. I remembered. I super remembered.”

His eyes widened. “You what.”

“I was trying to get a reaction out of you,” you admitted, laughing nervously. “You always play it so cool. I thought you’d be smug and say something like, ‘Guess who didn’t forget?’ and then I’d laugh and reveal the real gift and—oh my god you bought me jewelry.”

He stared at you. “You absolute gremlin.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out a box of your own, practically shoving it into his chest. “Here. Yours. Real. Not a prank.”

He opened it to find a silver bracelet, etched with the coordinates of where you first met.

He blinked slowly.

“…You’re disgusting,” he said, voice soft.

“You love it.”

He exhaled hard — then, finally, smiled for real. That wide, boyish grin he tried to hide behind eyeliner and sarcasm. His ears were bright red.

“You seriously had me spiraling,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Because you’re soft,” you teased.

He shot you a look. “No, I’m cool. I’m smooth. I’m mysterious.”

“You were ten seconds from emotional collapse.”

He leaned closer, bumping his forehead to yours. “And you love that.”

You smiled, lips brushing his. “I really do.”

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Tiny Meal” prank on Romance⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the paper screens of the dorm room, painting golden lines across the hardwood floor. The air was still, save for the slow, even breaths of Romance beside you—hair mussed from sleep, lashes casting gentle shadows over his cheekbones.

You tiptoed out of the futon with the kind of stealth usually reserved for a trained demon hunter. You had a plan. A dumb, tiny, hilarious plan. But it was your plan, and you knew he’d either love it… or mock you for it for weeks.

You tiptoed into the kitchen, stifling a giggle. On the counter: a thimble-sized teacup. A miniature plate. A fork no bigger than your pinky nail. It had taken you a whole hour to prep these ridiculous little dishes the night before. A tiny egg (quail, of course), a single bite of toast, and a speck of strawberry jam.

All perfectly arranged on the world’s tiniest breakfast tray.

As you walked back into the room balancing the tray, you heard the soft shuffle of sheets. His voice, low and drowsy, called out:

"Mmnh... [Your Name]? Where’d you go…?"

You knelt beside the futon, holding out the tiny tray like a prize. “Good morning, sunshine,” you said, biting back a grin. “I made you breakfast.”

He blinked sleepily, then squinted at the tray. A beat of silence. Then—

“…What the hell is that?” His voice cracked mid-laugh.

You giggled. “Your morning meal, brave hunter. Protein, carbs, love. All in one centimeter.”

He sat up, the blanket falling to his lap, revealing the curve of his collarbone and the sleepy slope of his shoulders. Hair sticking up wildly, he reached out one elegant finger to poke the mini toast.

“This is… is this even edible?”

You nodded solemnly. “I toasted that piece with my own hands. Used tweezers.”

A wide grin broke across his face. That lazy, lopsided one that always made your stomach flip. “You’re unbelievable.”

Then, with exaggerated seriousness, he picked up the miniature fork between his thumb and forefinger, tried to stab the tiny egg—and immediately dropped it back onto the tray.

“I can’t do this. I’m going to starve.”

You smirked, reaching behind you and pulling out a second tray—the real breakfast, full-sized and warm.

He laughed so hard he had to bury his face in your neck. “You’re evil,” he mumbled against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You love it,” you teased, letting your fingers slide through his hair.

He leaned back to look at you, his eyes still crinkled with laughter but softening into something tender. “I really do.”

And then, with the tiniest fork in hand, he fed you the equally tiny toast piece.

“For love. And carbs,” he whispered dramatically

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “ignoring my boyfriend” prank on Mystery⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The moment you stepped into the training room, you could feel his eyes on you.

Mystery was already there, like always — perched casually on the window ledge, his black hoodie draped over his shoulder, sword leaning against the wall behind him. His arms were crossed, expression unreadable. He didn’t speak. He never did first.

Perfect.

You walked right past him without a word.

He watched you. Silent. Still. Barely blinking.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling with exaggerated focus. Inside, you were screaming. You knew he hated being ignored. Not in the way a normal boyfriend might pout or whine — no, Mystery just went quiet. Colder. Like ice packing itself around him.

It was part of why the prank was so fun... and a little dangerous.

He finally moved. Just one step.

“Did I do something?” he asked, voice low and distant, like a fog rolling across a lake.

You didn’t look up. Instead, you texted no one. Blinked blankly at the wall. Bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from cracking.

A long pause.

He tilted his head slightly, jaw tight. “...You’re not going to speak to me?”

You didn’t respond. Not even a shrug.

He stared at you for a few seconds longer. Then without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. No sound, no heavy footsteps — just vanished like smoke into the hall.

Your heart dropped.

“Mystery—!” you called after him, breaking character. You chased him down the corridor, nearly stumbling over your own feet.

You found him just outside the practice hall, his back to you, eyes shadowed under his bangs.

“I was joking!” you said breathlessly. “It was a prank. The ‘ignoring my boyfriend’ prank. You weren’t actually—wait, were you mad?”

He turned slowly, expression as calm as ever. But there was something just behind it — not anger, not even hurt, but a kind of distance. The kind that made your chest tighten.

“I wasn’t mad,” he said quietly. “I just figured you wanted space. So I gave it to you.”

Oof.

You stepped closer, reaching for his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought it’d be funny. You’re always so… unreadable. I wanted to see if you’d crack.”

His lips twitched — the smallest hint of a smirk. “So you were testing me?”

“Maybe a little.”

He finally turned to face you fully. “You didn’t get much of a reaction.”

“No,” you admitted. “But somehow, that made it worse.”

He stepped into your space, his voice a soft hush. “You want a reaction now?”

You nodded, breath catching.

Without warning, his hand cupped your chin gently, tilting your face toward his. His lips brushed yours, light as falling ash — but the intent behind it was unmistakable. Intense. Possessive in that quiet way only Mystery could pull off.

He pulled back just enough to whisper:

“Don’t ignore me again. I don’t like it.”

You blinked up at him, stunned.

Then he added, deadpan: “But if you do… make sure the next prank includes kissing.”

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a/n: I just added the rest of the Saja Boys!!

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Just read the jongho mic fic 😮 I thought the mic was gonna go bottom first but I was pleasantly surprised when you did the opposite

made more sense if he was gonna listen to wet sounds 😭

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Mic Check

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, improper use of a mic, exhibitionism, practice room sex *not proofread, just pure horny*

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The sound of your arousal echoed in the practice room, lighting all of your nerves on fire.

Jongho wrapped and pinned your legs to the floor with his own, slotting his free arm around your stomach to keep you against him. His body wrapped around you like a snake immobilizing its prey. Jongho stared at you in the reflection of the mirrors with dark eyes, hooded in lust as he slipped the condom he kept in his wallet over the mic he’s holding.

Your eyes followed his hands as he made a point to stroke the mic like he does himself when he decides to torture you. He flips the mic swiftly, tapping the head against your pulsing clit. The grid texture poking against the thin barrier of the condom drags along your clit, making your thighs twitch.

Jongho drags the mic down, grinding it over your slit. The round mic head pressed against your hole, tapping against it to hear those wet noises that Jongho loves so much. He’s slow with the way he pushes the mic head into you, whispering praises into your ear as you whine and squirm from the stretch.

His eyes lock onto yours while he slowly drags the mic out of your wet cunt, going excrutiatingly slow when the mic head crowned. He pushed in again, smirking at how you writhed and clenched around the mic. He speeds up rather quickly, the obscenely wet noises of your cunt getting fucked with a microphone, resonating throughout the otherwise quiet practice room.

You cling to Jongho’s arm, helplessly watching him fuck your cunt with his mic. The grid of the mic dragged against your walls, filling and stretching you out as he moved it. Jongho’s cock twitched in his jeans as he listened through his in-ears. He can hear the soft arousal of your cunt as he stuffed his mic into your wet hole. He moves his other hand down, rubbing your clit in rapid succession with the movements of the mic.

Your body lurched, thrashing as your release crashed into you like waves. Jongho slowed the mic, pulling it out of your wet and sticky cunt. His fingers still worked on your clit, rubbing it in figure eights as you rode out your high. Jongho pulled his hands away, throwing the condom off the mic before handing it to you. He closed your shaky hands around the mic, positioning it in front of your mouth.

His hands moved down again, his fingers slipping into your sensitive pussy. Your whines echoing around the room, mic picking up on your harsh breathing.

“C'mon songbird, sing for me, honey.”

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juno

pairing: hongjoong x reader au: 9th member | idol genre: angst with comfort word count: 2.4k synopsis: you release a song for every member on their birthday while they are away in the military warning(s): everyone say thank you @crimsonbubble (bubbly) for hyping up the idea

You were burning up under the stage lights, your fur coat trapping the heat against your skin—but none of that mattered. Not when the crowd was alive with anticipation. You glanced over the sea of faces, a grin tugging at your lips as you pulled out one of your earpieces.

"Atiny, how are we feeling tonight?" you called into the mic, voice light and teasing.

The crowd answered with a deafening scream, your smile only growing bigger.

"We all know it’s Hongjoong’s birthday tonight," you said, laughing softly as the mention of his name drew another wave of cheers. You paused, letting the energy build.

"And he’s actually here… in the crowd right now." Your voice dropped slightly, more intimate. "I have a surprise—for both you and him."

The lights followed as you stepped gracefully onto the extended stage, each step in time with the slow beat that pulsed through the speakers. Sliding your earpiece back in, you looked out at the crowd—and then down, where you knew Hongjoong was watching.

"This one’s called Juno," you said gently, eyes scanning the darkness until they found his.

"And I wrote it for you."

The crowd screamed, the lights dimming slightly to cast a soft glow around you. From the wings, your backup dancers emerged with perfect timing—one of them holding up a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs like they were part of a crown jewel display. The crowd caught sight of them and immediately lost it.

You took the cuffs with a smirk, slowly beginning your walk down the catwalk, each step deliberate and laced with purpose. The spotlight trailed you, fans reaching out as you passed, their cheers swelling around the slow, sultry intro of Juno pulsing through the speakers.

Your gaze landed on him.

Hongjoong.

He was seated just behind the barrier, next to a clearly amused security guard. And he was a mess—hands over his mouth, eyes wide, ears flaming red as he realized exactly what was happening.

You sauntered toward the guard with a wink and a whisper that made him laugh, then gently placed the handcuffs in his palm. “Hold these for me,” you said into the mic, eyes never leaving Hongjoong’s. “I’ll need them later.”

The crowd screamed.

Hongjoong buried his face in his hands, laughing even as his shoulders hunched in embarrassment.

You turned back toward center stage, the music building behind you, your voice melting seamlessly into the first verse of Juno—each lyric gliding out like a love letter with a teasing smirk.

Then came the line: "One of me is cute, but two though?"

On cue, you reached up and unfastened your fur coat, letting it slip from your shoulders and fall behind you. The moment hung in the air like electricity. Gasps rippled through the arena, quickly followed by a tidal wave of screams.

Underneath, you were glowing—figuratively and literally. The soft lights caught the shimmer of your outfit, but all eyes were on what you gently cradled with one hand: a small but unmistakable baby bump.

Your laugh came soft, breathless with nerves and joy, as your palm rested protectively over it. The music never missed a beat, and neither did you—your voice steady as ever, weaving through the chorus like it was second nature.

The crowd was roaring, some cheering, others visibly emotional. Fans held their hands to their mouths, phones trembling as they captured the moment. But your eyes searched for only one face.

Hongjoong.

And when you found him—he was frozen.

Eyes wide. Mouth parted. A hand pressed hard to his lips.

He looked like he couldn’t breathe.

You saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his body leaned forward as if to ground himself, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Not the surprise appearance, not the crowd screaming, and definitely not you—glowing on stage, one hand cradling a baby bump, singing words meant just for him.

He hadn’t seen you in months. Letters and short phone calls weren’t enough. And now, standing in the crowd on his rare break from military duty, surrounded by thousands of people, he was watching the love of his life announce the next chapter of your story.

His.

Yours.

Theirs.

You caught the way his chin trembled as he blinked furiously, trying to hold it in. But you knew him—fuck, did you know him. This wasn’t just surprise. This was everything he'd buried under discipline and duty. Every moment he'd missed. Every touch he’d craved. Every silent hope he hadn’t dared voice yet.

The tears hit fast.

He dropped his hand from his mouth as if surrendering to the moment, his lips trembling with a smile he couldn’t hold back anymore.

You waved at the crowd, breathless and glowing. “Thank you, Glendale!” you called out, voice still buzzing with adrenaline. Cheers echoed behind you as you blew a few more kisses, the stage lights dimming just as the platform lowered you beneath the stage.

The second your heels hit solid ground, staff swarmed you with congratulations, grins, and high-fives. Your makeup team was already fanning you, carefully dabbing sweat and adjusting the glow on your cheeks, but none of it quite registered—not with your heart still pounding for a different reason entirely.

You were still coming down from the high of it all—the reveal, the performance, the way he looked at you—when your manager approached, phone in hand, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“Hongjoong’s heading to your hotel now,” she said, lowering her voice a bit as she reached out to steady your arm. “Let’s get you ready to see him, mama.”

Your breath caught. That one word—mama—sank in, warm and soft and real. Laughing under your breath, you nodded.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Let’s go.”

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When you entered your hotel room, your heart was already racing. You barely registered the door clicking shut behind you as you made your way down the small hallway.

And then—you saw him.

Hongjoong was sitting on the edge of your bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed slightly like he’d been trying to calm himself down. His jacket was draped neatly over the nearby chair, leaving him in his black undershirt, sleeves rolled just high enough to show the tension in his arms.

He looked up—and the second his eyes met yours, everything else disappeared.

You dropped your bags without a second thought, feet moving before your brain even caught up. “Joong—” you breathed out, running straight for him.

He stood just in time to catch you—but instead of pulling you into a hug, he spun you around, making you gasp. His arms wrapped around you from behind, locking you gently against his chest, hands settling low over your baby bump.

Your hands flew up to his, fingers threading through his as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. His warmth enveloped you, steady and grounding, even as you felt the slight tremble in his breath against your neck. His lips ghosted along your temple, your cheek, then down to your jaw, each kiss a silent promise.

“Does anyone know?” he asked quietly, voice rough like he hadn’t spoken in hours.

You turned slightly in his arms, your fingers still linked with his. “If you mean the other boys,” you said gently, “then no.”

At that, he sank to his knees in front of you, his hands moving instinctively to your bump—tender, reverent. His thumbs rubbed slow, absent circles over the soft curve as if committing every inch of it to memory.

“They’re gonna freak out,” he murmured, eyes flickering up to yours with a soft, stunned smile. “San’s going to cry. Mingi’s gonna try to name the baby something chaotic.”

You laughed softly, brushing your fingers through his hair as his lips curled into a teasing smile. “I wanted you to be the first. You deserved that.”

He hummed thoughtfully, eyes flickering up to meet yours. “What about the timeline? I mean, whose baby is it…?”

You sighed dramatically, sinking down onto the bed, settling comfortably. "Hm... not sure, honestly. I can only remember sleeping with you," you said, giving him a playful smile. "It can't be Seonghwa's or Yunho's, since I would've been bigger by now. Yeosang, Mingi, and San just took me out to have fun..."

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow at you, his gaze intense. “Just took you out?”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Okay, maybe Mingi and I did more when he came and visited.”

His eyes widened comically, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Mingi, huh?"

“Hey!” you protested, laughing harder. “You know how he gets when he’s around, Mr. ‘Let’s break all the rules.’”

He chuckled, nodding his head. "Yeah, but I did visit you sometime in august after Mingi."

You nodded in agreement, a teasing grin still on your face. "Yeah, I took a small break after atlanta," you said, sitting up slightly and resting your hands on your knees. "You were... very convincing."

Hongjoong smirked, leaning in closer. “Convincing? I think I was pretty irresistible.” His voice lowered in a playful, almost cocky tone.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your lips. “You sure were.” You paused, then added, “You know, I did spend some extra time in the hotel room with you, if that’s what you’re implying.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Oh, I’m implying a lot more than that.”

You laughed, shaking your head, the playful tension between you two easing into something more relaxed and comforting. Hongjoong stayed in front of you, his head resting gently against your bump, arms wrapped loosely around your waist. You carded your fingers through his hair in soft, steady motions, the kind that always managed to calm him.

His voice came out muffled, low against your skin. “Does…”

You didn’t wait for him to finish.

“KQ know?” you asked softly. “Yeah. They were the first ones to know.”

He didn’t move, but you felt the way his body stiffened slightly beneath your touch.

“And I’m sorry for keeping it from you, baby,” you added, your voice barely above a whisper. “It killed me not to tell you right away. But they needed to know first, for planning and safety and… all the chaos that would follow.”

He nodded slowly, pressing a kiss to your belly before turning his head to the side, cheek resting on you like he couldn’t bear to be even a few inches further away.

“I get it,” he murmured. “I hate it… but I get it.”

You leaned down, kissing the top of his head. “If I could’ve told you first, I would’ve. You’re always the one I want to run to.”

He finally looked up at you, eyes glassy but full of something warm—understanding, love, and the faintest spark of pride.

“I’m just glad I know now,” he whispered. “And that I’m here.”

You smiled, thumb brushing gently across his cheek. “You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

He nodded slowly, his brows furrowing with the weight of something deeper. “And it’s going to kill me,” he murmured, voice cracking slightly. “Knowing you’re going to be alone through your whole pregnancy. One of us should’ve been with you.”

You reached for his hands, lacing your fingers together. “Joong… I’m not alone.”

“You know what I mean,” he said, eyes dropping to your bump again. “I should be rubbing your back when it starts to ache. Running to get you whatever weird food combo you’re craving at 2 a.m. Watching you fall asleep, feeling the baby move.” He let out a bitter laugh, pressing your joined hands to his lips. “Instead I’m stuck in a dorm with four-minute showers and training drills.”

Your chest tightened. “I know it’s not fair,” you whispered. “But I promise, I’m okay. I’ve got support. And I’ve got you—every message, every letter, every second you get to call me. That matters. You matter.”

He looked up at you, his jaw working like he was trying to bite back emotion. “I want to be a good dad.”

You smiled through the sting in your eyes. “You already are.”

He looked away for a second, eyes glistening, then back down at the small bump between you. His hand moved to rest there again, warm and steady. “I’m going to miss your ultrasounds,” he said quietly, the words catching in his throat. “And baby shopping. God… the others are going to feel horrible as well.”

You let out a soft sigh, nodding. “Yeah. They will. But tour is almost over as well—just a couple more weeks. Then I’ll be back in Korea, and I’ll visit you and the others more often. I’ll send you guys links for our private baby registry. I’ll send the ultrasounds, maybe even FaceTime you guys during the next appointment.”

He nodded his head slowly, absorbing your words, but you could still see the guilt lingering in his eyes—etched deep in the furrow of his brows, the slight tremble in his bottom lip.

You reached out, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Baby,” you said softly, “you and the others are going to be great dads.”

His eyes flicked up to yours, glassy but listening.

“And we’ll have so many more chances to experience me pregnant,” you added with a small smile. “We’re going to get through this one, and one day, you’ll be the one holding my hand at every appointment. You’ll be the one running to the store at midnight for peach ice cream and pickles.”

He let out a breathy laugh, closing his eyes as he leaned into your touch. “So you’re saying you’re doing this again?”

You gave him a look and pushed him back playfully, shaking your head with a grin. “Let me get through this pregnancy before we even think about another child, Hongjoong.”

He laughed, hands raised in mock surrender as he stumbled back onto the bed. “Okay, okay! Noted. No baby number two talks until the current one is out and has a name.”

You climbed into bed beside him, stretching out as he immediately reached for you again, his arm settling protectively over your stomach.

“And diapers,” you added, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh. “We’re not talking about a second one until you’vechanged your fair share of diapers, mister.”

“That’s fair,” he said, voice soft and close to your ear. “I’ll change all the diapers if it means I get to come home and be with you. With our baby.”

You looked at him then, heart full, your fingers brushing against his. “You will come home,” you whispered. “And they’ll be waiting for you. We will.”

He leaned in, kissing your forehead with the kind of gentleness that made you ache. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmured. “Now shut up and hold me. Your baby’s tired.”

He chuckled again, pulling you tighter into his arms. “Yes, ma’am.”

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forgot to post this yesterday but I caught this while playing afk journey

really in this atiny shit for lyfeeee

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Introducing the yearly summer men!

2023

2024

2025

also…. might be making a jinu x reader x kenji fic. but you didn’t hear that from me. reqs open for kpop dh

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he breasted boobily or smth

WELL GOOD LORD KIM HONGJOONG

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06/22/25; 10:55pm

(saja).jinu x fem.reader

warnings: virginity loss.

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

{ yeah you gave me your heart, now i’m here for your soul | i’m thе only one who'll love your sins | feel the way my voicе gets underneath your skin… }

jinu came to the earth’s surface for the single purpose of feeding the demon king’s insatiable hunger for souls-

so what about you made you so utterly different to him?

he recalls the first time meeting you, where he and the rest of his crew mates performed within the city street. and there you stood, unnoticed by the crowd going wild for their performance-

your eyes glittering with an unspoken admiration that manages to captivate the powerful demon.

you didn’t scream or reach out to him-

choosing instead to remain away from the crowd, admiring his voice from a distance-

yet jinu found that he was the one that couldn’t look away.

when he finishes his song, he found an odd pull within his chest, a sudden compulsion to find you in the crowd. yet when his gaze returns to where you stood just mere moments ago, he realized that you were long gone, disappearing into the city as the crowd goes wild with praise.

these lambs made it so easy for jinu to accomplish his goals-

yet why did he feel a lingering sense is disappointment when you weren’t here?

this sudden fascination with a mere human was uncharacteristic of jinu, with the demon unable to understand why he was feeling this way even after four centuries have passed.

so jinu does the one thing he knows could quench his curiosities-

he searches for you, ready to regain what you had unknowingly managed to take from him with that single glance alone.

it wasn’t difficult, as jinu manages to find you doing mundane things around the city. from shopping for groceries, to ordering your usual drink at your favorite cafe-

pretending to run into you in the midst of your daily life came as easy as child’s play for him.

when he manages to keep you from falling over, arms wrapped around your waist in an almost protective manner as he steadies you against his chest. your gasp sounded like music to his ears, and the way your eyes glittered so innocently was so much more prominent now that he could see it up close.

and that was all it took for him to become addicted to you.

your innocence was not meant to be devoured by a fiend like the demon king-

it was meant to be savored.

he planned to satiate his hunger for you, relishing in your soft sweetness while sinking into you. his eyes would turn into molten gold as he slots his fingers down your heat, tracing at your entrance before pumping his digits inside of you.

your soft mewls were nothing short of music to his ears, and he found himself wishing to worship every inch of you, trailing heated kisses down your skin as your body erupts into goosebumps in response. his hot breath would whisper hedonistic phrases before spreading your legs wide open for him-

lips already latched onto your heat as you toss your head back in response. tangling your fingers into his ebony locks of hair as you felt the tip of his tongue traveling even deeper within your slick walls. with each suck and calculated thrust of his fingertips, jinu found it ironic how he, a mere demon, can bring you oh so close to heaven.

and when he feels you spilling yourself against him, tasting your honeyed arousal, a low satisfied growl would escape from his lips. with a guttural grunt of your name, jinu drinks up all that you had to offer, relishing in how your walls convulsed around his tongue before reluctantly pulling away from you.

with his arms wrapped around your naked back, he brings you closer to his chest, settling your sensitive heat over his erection as he brushes his cock head against your entrance. pressing a kiss down your neck, distracting you before slowly pulling you down on him, with his cock impaling your virgin walls as you cried out to him.

the scent of your sweetness mixed in with the blood shed in response to your innocence torn by his cock alone makes jinu let out a low growl in response, with him completely sheathing himself in your heat with one final thrust.

he kisses away your tears, the other part of his soul that still held his human half remaining tender as he swallows your soft mewls of pain and discomfort. wanting nothing more than to please you, jinu remains still, not moving until your pain morphs into red hot pleasure.

what felt like an eternity passes for jinu, when he felt the way you adjust your hips. he frowns at the sudden motion, bracing himself over you when he looks down at you. he watches you, your lips parted as your eyes turn hazy, still moving against him when his gaze widens with a sudden realization.

you were moving yourself up and down his shaft, already craving for that same friction he had given you just moments before. placing a hand on your hips, jinu presses a final kiss against your lips, reassuring you that he’d do all the work before slowly pulling out his cock (not stopping until the tip of it was the only part buried inside of you) before slamming back inside.

his passionate movements causes you to arch your back against the bed, hands clawing at the sheets as jinu sets a rapid pace, basking in the sounds of your walls taking him in. each thrust sends a new wave of pleasure coursing through you, and due to your inexperience, you felt your second release of the night washing over you-

the sensation of it all consuming you just seconds later as you triggered jinu’s own release, pushing him over the edge as he continues to rut his hips against you before stilling suddenly, pumping you full of his seed as he rode out his release.

the heat reached new heights, with your soft mewls urging him on, making sure he was completely spent before falling on top of you. both of your heartbeats slowly began to settle as the post-lovemaking clarity kicks in. a tenderness that was rare for a demon of his caliber was felt painting his expression when he lays back in bed, pulling your soft and pliant body with him.

using his chest as your own personal pillow, you cuddle your body closer to jinu, basking in the way he drew comforting circles behind your back. while listening to your soft breathing (and the steady beat of your heart)-

jinu felt something reawaken within him, something he thought was long dead as he pulls your form even closer to him.

end notes: despite not being able to watch the entire movie yet, i have been listening to your idol on repeat. jinu has me in such a chokehold 😭 im such a predictable bitch. don’t mind me, and i’m sorry if this is ooc. this is very much a self indulgent post ♡

ps - the way i would have folded so fast if saja boys performed your idol in front of me 🙂‍↕️

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your idols and you. ♡

SUMMARY: just a bunch of saja boys NSFW prompts && drabbles. <3

PAIRINGS: SAJA BOYS/you, JINU/you, ABBY/you, ROMANCE/you, BABY/you, MYSTERY/you.

A/N: I KNOW I HAVE OTHER PROMPTS TO WRITE BUT AAAA I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. <3

the meanest. ♡

the one who’ll make you plead, make you cry from being edged for too long. slap your cunt when you cum against his wishes, but mocks you for cumming too quickly. will break you. degradation galore.

BABY, MYSTERY.

the nastiest. ♡

spit, public play; maybe make his members watch while he fucks you in full nelson. has a collection of you at your most depraved: a picture from above while you suck him off, his cock coated in your mess, the bulge of your throat when he has your head hanging from the edge of the bed.

MYSTERY, BABY.

the most obsessive—err, possessive. ♡

has you covered in his bites. loves to make you scream his name, remind you who you belong to. adores how you smell jus’ like him when you leave his room. will literally scare off other men that dared to look at your direction.

oh, and jerks off to your panties.

all of them tbh. | JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY.

the sweetest. ♡

puts you first. will have you cumming five times before he can even take his clothes off. takes his sweet, sweet time in ruining you. will talk you through it while he’s riding out your sixth orgasm with skilled, circular rolls of his hips.

ROMANCE. duh. who else.

the biggest . . 👀 ( with visual, please be advised! )

ABBY — do i even need to explain? 9 - 11 inches. he's big. thick and fucking veiny. #CE7788. manscapes. has heavy, fat balls that's 'nuff to smother you, probably. will bulge from your tummy. has a sensitive tip, too. certified cervix breaker.

JINU — 8 - 9 inches. so fuckin' girthy you can barely make your fingertips touch together. has a prominent vein that runs down his shaft whenever he's hard, especially when he's pent up. bruiser. #F1A5AA. trimmed, always has a happy trail. a little curved.

MYSTERY — 8 inches. pretty smooth with a bulbous tip. leaks a lot of pre. a lot. a little on the hairy side. he adores seeing your nose buried in those darker tufts. has sensitive balls. #E9A6B2.

ROMANCE — 8 inches. the prettiest dick eveeeeer. he prefers manscaping but if you ever asked him to, yk, be a little hairier, he'll definitely grow it out for you. maybe leaning towards the left. #B56182. plump balls. lighter at the shaft, pinker at the head. has some purplish veins running down along it when he's pent up.

BABY — 7 - 8 inches. trimmed. has a fat fucking tip. #CD9F8F. smooth, but will occasionally have some veins peeking through. not as girthy, but the length compensates. don't be fooled—BABY 100% knows how to use it. he has sensitive balls, too.

most likely to break the bed. ♡

ABBY. i don’t need to explain.

most likely to ruin you for anyone else.

will have you crawling back to him. metaphorically, literally—it doesn’t really matter. you’ll come back for more.

MYSTERY, JINU, ROMANCE, BABY, ABBY.

most likely to fuck you stupid. ♡

they'll have you sobbing, shaking while every drag of his cock's making you writhe. cradles your head while he's deep, deep in you in a mean mating press. jus' can't stop fuckin' you because your cunt's too good, your expressions just make his cock throb every time. 

MYSTERY, BABY, ABBY, JINU, ROMANCE.

most blessedcursed with stamina. ♡

ABBY, JINU.

praise enthusiasts. ♡

JINU, ROMANCE, ABBY.

degradation enthusiasts. ♡

MYSTERY, BABY, JINU, ABBY.

loves seeing you beneath him - ♡ missionary, mating press, etc.

ROMANCE, JINU, ABBY, MYSTERY, BABY.

loves having you on top of him - ♡ cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, lotus, straddling his lap, etc.

ROMANCE, ABBY, JINU, BABY, MYSTERY.

orally fixated. ♡

ROMANCE, JINU.

will manhandle you. ♡

ABBY, JINU.

who cums the most?

ABBY, ROMANCE, JINU, MYSTERY, BABY.

teases the most.

all of them. | JINU, ABBY, ROMANCE, BABY, MYSTERY.

"mine,"

JINU's teeth sink into your skin. he can smell your arousal, smell that cunt. he's practically salivating, tongue nursing the harsh bites he'd bestow on your soft skin. patterned dexterity aids in wrapping your legs around his waist as he sheathes into you for the nth time tonight.

"only i can see you like this. you're so pretty. my pretty human,"

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a thick bicep locks around your neck, squishing your cheeks in the process. your whimpers are more ragged, breathy, while ABBY's rutting into you from behind; hips slamming into you harshly again and again and again. "i love your fucking cunt. look at you, slutty girl. all you've done is—," his words are punctuated by a savage, punishing slam, and ABBY keeps himself sheathed, still.

"—cream all over my dick. are you sure you won't pass out— ♡ ?"

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moans are too audible in your room, alongside loud, obscene squelching that were none other than MYSTERY's fingers pumping in and out of soaked pussy. trembles visibly run through your frail, human body as he curves his fingers up, against that spot. you were so close. so, so close, but he slides his fingers too quickly, and your hips are chasing the air.

"ah-ah-ah. not yet, my pretty slut."

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fingers card through his soft locks, legs closing in on his head as his tongue flicks against your clit. the sting doesn't seem to bother ROMANCE, though, only digging into his favourite meal as he runs a long stripe of his tongue from your creamy slit up to your pillowy mons. "you taste so good, my love," he whispered, placing kisses on it.

"i don't wanna stop . . i love you, love tasting you . . "

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"n, no, do—!"

the bed creaks under your weight as you squirmed, legs kicking 'n back arching as BABY pinched your sensitive clit. "i told you not to cum. who let you cum, sweetheart? you're so cute, it's pathetic." smack! oh, fuck, the way your cunt twitches against the smack of his palm. fuck . . "s, sorry, 'm sorry . . " you hiccuped, looking at him with red, teary eyes. there was an attempt to close your legs, but a firm hand ensnares your knee; a warning guised in a thumb rubbing your puffy clit.

"i don't think so."

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"just the tip." with puppy yuyu...

he's been tossing and turning all night, too horny for his own good and he just needs to feel your pretty hole wrap around his cock. you'd complain and say you're tired but he promises to do all the work so you can continue sleeping as soon as he's done. he pulls your bottoms and underwear out of the way and slips his thick cock between your thighs. his cock head is thick as he pushes in, shuddering as he felt how warm you were. he thrusts shallowly, barely pressing in before he's pulling out.

but he's just oh so horny and he needs you. he whimpers out apologies and kisses your neck as he pushes in and bottoms out. he's humping your ass like the dog he is, giving in to his desires as he fucked your hole. he's whining and whimpering against your neck as he finally fills you up. but of course, one isn't enough, it never is. his breathing is wild as he traps your body under his, bullying his thick cock in your wet hole, over and over, until the sun rises.

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YALL IT IS 35°C RN I AM BOILING ALIVE RN

I AM SWEATING FROM PLACES I HAVE NEVER SWEAT FROM BEFORE

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I KNEW I WASNT CRAZY FOR THINKING IT

JINU LOOKS LIKE CALEB BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK