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ANGELS AND DEMONS

pairings: Jinu x Winged! Reader summary: Jinu has well-adapted to his new life of luxury and wealth. but in the body of a demon? heat during full moons? It was a nuisance - that is until he was recommended to watch a performance of a certain angel, you. Content: MDNI (18+ ONLY), nsfw, dubcon/noncon in some spots, porn w/ plot, praise, biting, blood/sucking eating, wing play(?), squirting, Virgin! reader, reader is described as smaller than Jinu, different depiction of angels, A/n: ahhh my very first long fic here, with my Mann. Aight, I tried to stick to a little older way of writing to fit the Joseon dynasty but it just ain't it so i just sticked with my typical writing style. And I tried to be as historically accurate as possible with this, i hope that I captured that essence lmao. ALSOOO, I apologize in advance because this was not beta read lmao T^T. Please leave a like and comment, a reblog would also be appreciated! Credits: dividers by @/bbyg4rlhelps Wc: 8.5k

Dispute between demons and angels has been the talk of the town, granted the people hated both – with the demons getting the shorter end of the stick. They are frowned- no, they are shamed upon on. And yet, they still hold power. They roam the throughfare carefree, at night, especially. Fear is not their mantra, it’s their calling. The joy courses through their vein as they smell the radiating terror from the townsfolk – the panic they exhume is just so exhilarating. And don’t even get them started with the addicting sense of capturing people’s soul, the blue light fading in them, while serving their master. It’s the best feeling that they know of.

Angels, on the other hand, are misunderstood creatures. Sent to protect the townsfolk from these mindless thief – angels are supposed to be the protectors. However, decades of terrorizing the people by demons has set them into a frenzy, into paranoia. A paranoia that would lead to the endangerment of angels on the land. Wings cut off, heads thrown into flames, contrasting the depicted heaven these same people are fantasying about. However, they’ve become merciful as humans are still with needs, they’ve turned these angels into entertainers. All sorts of entertainment just to satiate the human psyche.

And then it clicked. The humans decided to offer these Angels as an alternative for their souls. The pleasure these poor creatures would bring was mindlessly offered – and, unsurprisingly, the demon king agreed.

Humans fear demons, and yet angels fear humans. How ironic.

Had Jinu knew of this twisted mindset, he would’ve turned his back on the temptation, rather than on his own blood. But he did. And he regretted it. He traded the laughter of his mother and his sister for the wealth and luxury that he was manipulated to believe in that it would also sustain his family. The demon, once a low-life entertainer, is now at the top of the food chain, but at what cost?

This guilt and regret bottled up and was hidden far across his mind. His demon mind – he would’ve said heart, but he’d argue that one is with a heart when one is strong enough to keep it grounded to those who actually supports him. And he’s not that. Far from that – looking at his marks, the marks that tattered his once human skin; his eyes that glows, not because of blissful moments, but because it is the signifier that he is now in fact, a demon. Then so begins his path to absolute darkness.

The soothing sound of the zither coming the living room was entrancing. It felt like as if it was asking for a dance that would offer to heal every sore there is on your body – every strike of the string is a trance, a spell, a curse. No wonder why they are well-liked by the people. By liked, it means they’re tolerated- no, kept at bay.

Angels are entertainers.

“Dear, you might as well come closer to hear this melody better” Eunji, your mother, smiled as she opens her eyes – breaking from her zone to meet yours.

Her wings fluttered – as she held out her hand to meet your smaller ones. Giggles met her ears – oh how sweeter it was than the melody she had been playing earlier.

“Can you teach me that, mother?” you infer, curiosity races through you as you hold the unfamiliar instrument on your lap

Without fail, your mother guided your uncoordinated, but determined self. The melody being pieced little by little, with breaks and laughter in the middle. Moments passed and you are already playing the melody by yourself, and Eunji couldn’t be prouder of her little angel.

“I want to be like you when I grow up” those simple words were enough to drain the life out of your mother.

Only if you knew

“No, dear” Eunji grabs the little ball of feather and joy onto her lap “You want to be better than me” Her wings engulfing you both in a temporary warmth, a different kind of warmth from that of a fireplace. “And that, little one, starts with you practicing with this instrument” she shifted the conversation to something lighter.

Your little self held no suspicion of this shift and paid attention to the instrument of your lap as both of your started harmonizing your zithers together.

“How do I sound, mommy?” you asked with enthusiasm, waiting for her praise.

“Just perfect” the older woman smiles as she tries to preen some of the feathers of your growing wings. “How do I sound, baby?” Eunji added

“You sound beautiful”

Knock knock Knock

You were jolted awake. Of course, that was too good to be true.

The priceyou would pay just to tell those words to her again…

“Wake up, we need to practice” the voice outside the door uttered “we ought to impress the royalty, you better not slack” and silence - hair and wings messy, feathers everywhere...

This is what your life was rendered to - just a mere low-ranked performer. Entertainers for the scared, and the tyrants. Never would you have thought that humans could shake hands with the devil, but when they themselves are the cause of your mother’s death – that thought disappeared. They’ve traded, used her body, worn her out to exhaustion. Their fear drove her to death.

They drove her to death

How could an Angel – literally and figuratively – be treated this low? The question stung even more given the fact that humans are supposed to be the protected one, not the ones who should be protected from. Angels were supposed to save them, however, that isn’t far off. The alternative wasn’t far off

Angels entertains, the energy comes and satiate gwi-ma. Sparing the humans. Saving the humans, but who would save the Angels?

When will this end? It was more of a plea rather than a question.

“That was quite a slumber you had” yoona says as she stuffs her face with the side dishes neatly arranged on the table. “Had you been able to see yourself doze off, you were smiling, from one ear to another!” she added

“I’m glad I amused you” taking a seat in front of the woman hogging the eggs “I cannot say the same thing for whom we will be performing tonight” still groggy from the abrupt interruption of your slumber. The aroma of the freshly cooked breakfast compensated for it though – this might only be one of the few wins you would have this day, so it’d be better to just savor it.

“It’s rare that they opt for someone like us” Yoona says. Like us, yes. It’s not every day that lowly ranked entertainers would be chosen to perform for the royalty.

“You seem to rather anticipate this, more so than to be concerned” you said as you start savoring the cooling dishes. “what’s there to be concerned about?” the woman replied – “you are thinking into this way too much, and besides” grabbing another food “Grasp this as an opportunity to show that you are not deserving of such a low rank!”

As much of an annoyance she brings early on the morning, she isn’t far off. You were only ranked this low due to your lack of cooperation – had you submitted to the system you desperately hate, you would be up there.

“Well, you should be concerned because; one, they’ve already resorted to us. They’ve probably exhausted most high-ranked entertainers and two, these people are different from our usual audience” of course they would be different. Your usual audience were merely middle-class men who couldn’t have anything better to do to after a long day of work, men who were desperate for attention of something as ethereal as your kinds are, they were the kind that are brash, loud, and were hypocrites. The royalty, however, not much is known about them, at least to your class. They were well above the average life - they are demons.

Hot, so hot

Jinu tossed and turned on his bed, sweating and agitated. His own stubbornness catching up to him as he has been given a warning, a warning that he rubbed off as a nuisance. The demon sat up, wiping the bead of sweat racing down his forehead – he’s wondering if he’s punishing himself for what he had done, or not but either way, this is annoying

He decided to take a walk around the palace. Not that it’s any help, but the breeze on his skin feels much better than being swallowed by layers of thick blankets. “Your majesty” his stroll being interrupted by a maid holding a scroll “a message, from his majesty, King Romance.”

Once ahold of the scroll, the maid went along her merry way. A message – he dares not to indulge in any connection with other royalty, one of the many reasons is that it is mostly just them convincing him to accompany them to a performing house. To satiate his problems – this was proven correct as he skims through the content of the message. What is so special with these performers, anyway? He thought. Though he might be a selfish guy, but to watch Angels in the hopes of satiating his desires are what pushes his boundaries, surprisingly.

Either demons have twisted morals or it’s just him.

Regardless, as he was about to set his mind on rejection of the invite, a sudden wave of heat radiated within him, one that he so desperately wants to be gone. He was already scraping the bottom of the barrel as he looks at the scroll once again

Fine, let’s indulge in, shall we?

Night came. Lights from the lamps emitting, illuminating the place. The place that you know so well – five soban, small tables arranged so to surround the middle area as a performing stage. You were elated, there would only be five of them, yet the creeping fear and worry settled back- there would only be five of them. That’s more attention for you, from people of high-rank, to add. There’s no telling how they would be, what they like, what they don’t like – nothing. Just from words that they are not merciful to those they deemed useless.

“hey” a faint voice snapped you from your thoughts “Everything will be fine, trust me.” Yoona comforted you, she always has. This girl had been on your side when your mother died, the only girl that willingly volunteered to be a performer alongside you when you were taken against your will, the girl that soothed your wings when they were out of control. So trust her, you will.

Both of you went back to your dressing room to finish up your looks. You adorned yourself in your customized hanbok, your wings slipping through the holes – the white fluff complimenting the satin cloth wrapped around you. Your hair in a coiled braid, decorated with pins, flower pins that your mother once used, the same pins that now grasp your hair. The memory of her pinning these on your hair for the first time is still as fresh as it can be...

“I have something for you!” Yoona claimed excitedly as she brings out a black box tied with a white rope “I had this made during I was away; I thought it’d be enough to ease your nerves” as you open the box, you were met by a beautiful broach designed as wings – adored with crystals and pearls, the curve of the wings was mesmerizing

“Thank you….” And hugged her, a little too tight as she was tapping your back after a while “let’s not get sappy now, we still have show to do” Yoona composed herself as she put on her last bit of accessories. You did the same thing as you pin your new broach onto your robe.

You look in front of the mirror, admiring the way the broach compliments your outfit – not outshining it, but definitely noticeable.

Let’s get this over with

“Jinu! You came!” a certain pink-haired demon exclaimed as he saw the already-agitated royal. Jinu sat down in the middle – hanbok tucked in, hat discarded somewhere beside him

“I only came as I already have no choice” Jinu says as he sees four smug looks looming on him, outright expressing told you, you wouldn’t be able to resist this. It’s infuriating.

“How do you think we’re surviving this life?” Abby sneered as he drinks up his alcoholic beverage “wealth and luxury be damned, I’d say this is the best thing that agreement brought”

“This?” Jinu argued “the annoying heat that comes every full moon that can’t be satiated until listening to some performers sing lullabies?” the black-haired man added

“of course, nottt, it’s the fact we get to see them perform, for us!” Abby argued back “what’s there not to like – beautiful ladies with their talents, people serving us foods and drinks?”

“And besides, they aren’t just performers” baby looked at Jinu with his dashing green eyes

“Agreed, they’re angels. ANGELS” mystery enunciated.

“And they aren’t just good for lullabies, it’s something else” abby joined in on the conversation.

“They’re low-ranked angels, might I correct you” Jinu, not backing down on his bitterness.

“We already got you here, might as well indulge in on the fun” romance sneered, elbowing Jinu which was not appreciated.

The bickering continued on as they ravished their dishes one by one, ordering alcohols, chugging it one by one until the moment arrived.

Lights dimming around the place, immediately capturing the royalties’ attention at the sudden change. A subtle strum of zither can be heard, a hum followed suite adding a welcomed harmony to the melody. The air seemed to still, their breaths held – anticipating their long-awaited performance, incense filled the air, white and decadent to the sight and smell, fitting for the audience. All glowing eyes set on the area as one by one performers floods from the back, walking around the kings and settling in front of them

What felt like an eternity, passes through promptly before you continue to lead the group. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and opened them back up – light illuminating from them, the royalties swear that they see sparkles adorning you, it’s probably the broach.

Then, taking advantage of their anticipation, your wings emerged.

How beautiful, was all Jinu can think off when you continued strumming the instrument on your lap. The melody being rendered as mere noise, his eyes rendering his ears useless as he was hyper focused on the way your finger dances on the string, the way your wings flutters oh so slightly – entrancing him the most. It might be due to his own personal affair with his body, or due to you being an angel – literally and figuratively – but either way, he’s entranced, captivated in something he doesn’t want to get away from

And you? You aren’t oblivious to this infatuation. His name is yet to be known, but his aura became the most prominent among the five the moment you strummed, your senses caught on to this not-so-subtle shift. The other four royalties are smiling, some are swaying and humming along, but only one was still, so still that he’d be mistaken as someone who isn’t enjoying the performance, but that’s far from the truth.

“Jinu! C’mon, stop being as stiff as a rock” the pink-haired royal exclaimed to the man in the middle

So that’s his name

That seemed to laid him a back, sipping from his cup, eyes still piercing every movement you make with the instrument. It’s as if he was scrutinizing the notes you were playing – no doubt that he could, he’s in upper class, he would’ve learned a thing or two about this instrument, probably more so than you. This performance might just be the one that is filled with tension the most, that’s what you think at least. It’s almost as if your soul already left your body and it’s just a shell of your body that is present.

The same thing can be said about Jinu. He has to have you, no questions asked. He doesn’t know why, maybe he doesn’t need to know why but…

There’s something about him

There’s something about her

The two of you synced.

Your group’s performance carried on after the first act with poetry about typical love and tragedy, you took this opportunity to rest in the backstage as you catch your unconsciously slipping breath. Since when has playing zither tired me out like this? You questioned yourself as you felt as if everything was dawning in you, suffocating you. You thank the heavens that you’re only supposed to appear in the first act, God knows what would happen if this carries on.

This absence of yours, however, isn’t much appreciated by a certain black-haired demon. He was looking for you, not minding the poetry being recited. He wants you. He was getting more and more impatient, stuffing his face with the available dishes laid out in front of him, trying to ground himself. This agitation became an opportunity for romance to poke him even more

“what’s with the look there, Jinu?” Romance teased as he leans his head on his hand, propped up on his table

“I was right, this isn’t helping” Jinu said, half-lying, and it seems like his fellow took note of this

“why? Is it because of an absence of a certain angel?” abby joined in on the teasing while still trying to listen to the poem – he’s quite an enthusiast for them. “The way you gazed at that poor little thing.” And he chuckled slightly “it’s enough to take her soul away”

Just as he was about to bite back, the heat came rushing in, almost knocking him out. But this time, it was different, it came with a scent. A vanilla scent that he knows for sure is not coming from within him, it was enticing, like a freshly cooked meal ready to the taking, and he can’t get enough of it. That’s when it hits…

it's yours

“Y-yoona” you uttered, panting and grasping, grabbing her hanbok with all of your strength

“what's happened to you?!” rushing to your side, hand attaching itself to your forehead “You seemed flushed! Did you suddenly catch a fever? Can you carry on like this?” worry accumulating as she tries to make you comfortable.

“it’s already the final act, we can’t leave them unsatisfied, I’ll push through” you replied, composing yourself. You could heal yourself, but you know to yourself that this is more than just a mere fever, you just don’t know exactly what this is, and not to mention, you’re too weak to do such thing as of the moment, it seemed like something has drained your energy.

Just as Yoona was about to protest, the poetry was already done and that was the cue to the initiate the final act.

“don’t overdo it” was all she was able to say as she disappears backstage “after your performance, a washcloth and medicine will be waiting for you, your majesty” chiming in a joke, her attempt to lighten up the tension.

Everything you were feeling were set on to the backburner like a true performer, setting up your professionality, you took a deep breath in, and out. Peeking from the backstage, you saw their amusement, the glowing eyes radiating – with Jinu not outright carefree, but evidently less tensioned. Behind your willpower to push through, it’s being tested as a gush of sudden heat appeared – sending all of your thoughts thrown out of the window, what is this? You asked yourself. You couldn’t possibly take your dilly time as the cue for your entrance was anear

Pushing aside your indisposition, you took a step forward into the main area. Your wings taking the spotlight as a collective sound of ‘oooh’ was heard, and though dim, it was reflecting the white of your wings just right, and then a narrator started the final act; a theatrical performance. How unfortunate, given your current state, had this been a mere performance with the zither, you could’ve gone by, but this includes all of you.

Just what Jinu likes

You could sense the demon’s intense gaze, now more than ever. He’s feeling blessed as he takes in your form, the way your wings flap gush of wind towards them. This was more than what he admired from before, before it was just your nimble fingers – not it’s your body. All of you. No- maybe it’s more than that…

It’s the scent

Every unintentional flap of your wings whaps the familiar smell towards him. And oh, how fast it satiates his heat, but he needed more – he wanted more. It’s taking all of his strength to not take you somewhere private as of the moment as he himself is captivated by your performance.

You, on the other hand, is no different. The scripted words that you so hardly rehearsed are threatening to slip away – and this is by no means, a result of a stage fright, highly unlikely. You blame it on the radiating heat cursing through you, the heat that has worsen tenfold at the beginning of your act. Why now? Cursing yourself as you deliver your line as artistic as you can, covering up the accumulating discomfort – and as you tried connecting with your audience, it was almost as if magnets has pulled your eyes towards a certain pair, Jinu’s. Fear was all you expected, and yet, all you felt was the familiar warmth dissipating, being chipped away slowly. This feeling is perceived as a hand being held out when one is too close to drowning; it was helping you.

Time never felt slow and fast simultaneously as you deliver your last lines, ending the show on a good note as you heard applause and cheers as you make your exit. Relief shadowed through your body, but the discomfort of the heat is still present. Just as you set afoot at the backstage, it got to you – you collapsed, sat against a wall. Not long after, you were met with a worried Yoona “Here” handing you a damp wash cloth, “let’s help you out of these clothes” and tries to swing your arm over her shoulder, carrying some of your weight to your dressing room.

At this point, the heat was unbearable, your face flushed, head ringing from the sensation, eyes blurry, wings fluttering, and you were already sensitive to the touch. To say that you are overwhelmed is an understatement.

Well-night to the dressing room, a noticeable shift in the atmosphere occurred. Sparkles of pink and black started to appear, and a black smoke blocking both of your path. Panic ensued from the pair as a figure emerged from the smoke

Jinu

“Y-your majesty!” Yoona tried to bow as best as she could with some of your weight still hanging on her shoulder “what could we possibly bring forth to his highness?” she added, worried that she might set a wrong trap off and worried that you are literally losing it – evident by your increasing temperature and shallow breaths

Jinu’s eyes, as captivating as they can ever be, locked in on your struggling figure. “I’ll take her” voice as sharp as ever, making Yoona flinch, attempting to make herself bigger than the demon, but her attempt was frail – expectantly.

“I’m afraid, your majesty, she is unwell and-“ she was silenced by a prominent growl from the increasingly impatient man standing before them

“I’m not one to repeat myself, I’ll take her with me” holding out his hand. “Better comply now than later”

Yoona took another glance at her right, at your figure, still at the same flushed state. She was backed into a corner here...

“I-I’ll be f-fine” you uttered weakly, knees giving up, buckling to the weakness. Luckily being caught by Jinu. And the way the sensation his touch on your sensitive skin is nothing short of electrifying.

Just as Yoona was about to go after you, the atmosphere became tight, dark – almost suffocating as Jinu teleported you both into his chamber back in his palace.

Thud

With the fuzz in your brain, you’re nearly convinced that all of this are caused by something. I’m hallucinating, am I not? How could you think otherwise? You’re propped on to softest mat you’ve been on your entire life, walls decorated with skillful architecture, a figure looking down at you

Wait

There’s someone before you

“It’s you”

The both of you syncing with each other. no more words are said, but the message still came across as the heat continues to grow, and so is the arousement pooling between your legs – what is this feeling?

“Don’t be afraid, little one” Jinu exclaimed as he was kneeling before you. A royalty is on his knees, desperate for you. “You feel it, too. Don’t you?” still anchored to his place as he watches you squirm, as he enjoys the way your legs squeeze together either out of fear or pleasure; he’s amused, nonetheless.

You feigned innocence as you ask “I h-have not a clue of what you’re insinuating, your majesty” eyes cowering away from his intense ones, scooting up a little, creating a gap. A gap that is proven useless as he reaches his hands out to grab ahold of your chin, as gently as he can be – claws almost digging, if it wasn’t for his restraints. The same hands that adjusted your gaze to meet his

“Now’s not the time to play charades, my angel” his hand seemed to follow an engraved path; from you chin to the nape of your neck, fitting snug and tight, holding your burning body like a porcelain that he wants to break apart and put it back up. “I can smell you-“ nose immediately attaching themselves to your neck- “I can almost taste you” as he presses little kisses, sucking at your plush skin.

These kisses were made as a distraction as you felt a sudden pang on your neck.

He bit you.

The pain – overwhelming and sudden, had you squirming away from the demon, pushing him off by his shoulder, whimpering in pain. These efforts are futile as he dug deeper and restrained your hands in a trap of black smoke.

With this, he was satisfied and pulled away. Drips of your blood on his lips, eyes glowing brighter than before – oh was he elated by your taste. “You taste as sweet as you look” wiping the blood off his face. Laying you down completely on the mat, wings mushed underneath your weight.

“I want more, though. Would you be an angel and give me more?” he pleads on your neck like a mantra, taking in your saccharine scent, it burns his senses so good, so right. His hands – one still attached to the nape of your neck, and one on its way to grab ahold of your hips, drawing circles, trying to ground himself. It takes a lot to restrain his primal instincts.

However, restrains are bound to break.

“Fuckkk, let me have you” kisses on your neck escalating to sucking. “You don’t know how much I’ve waited for someone like you” continuing his path of marks to your slightly revealed cleavage, but was cut off when you said

“Y-your majesty, I still want to know you”

He chuckled, borderline laughing as he pulls away and faces you. “All this arousement, and you want to know my life?” he jokes, leaning down on you, nose brushing against each other “my little angel is for tradition, isn’t she? Well then, I am Jinu and- “he kisses your forehead “currently the king of this palace- “placing kisses on your watering eye “and lately, I’ve been feeling unfulfilled- “he chuckles as he kisses the strip of tears from your heating cheeks “and that I’ve heard, a certain someone could help” whispering the conclusion of his introduction on your ears.

“How about you, little one? What of you?” Jinu asks smugly as he earned quite a reaction from nibbling your ears.

You state your name, stuttering as his hot breath tickles. “I-I’m from nghh- “your sentence was interrupted as one of his hands nestled itself just underneath your awaiting breasts.

“Do go on, angel” his voice instructing you “Don’t let me distract you” pampering your cleavage area with wet kisses, gliding his tongue across your skin

“I p-perform for a living and- “a gasp escaping from your mouth as Jinu smugly snugged a firm leg between your thighs. Pressing it on your core as he feels the heat ingulfing his thigh almost immediately.

“What’s wrong, my angel?” he cooed as he goes back to facing you, smirking, almost smiling at the poor angel biting her quivering lips, suppressing a moan. It brings him such amusement as you try to resist the temptation, the pleasure. His amusement grows even more when he felt you giving in as you grind against the thigh locked in between your legs – locked because of your grip.

“That’s it” dragging the first word as he leans down once again, eyes grazing your lips, hands cupping your face and thumb attempting to pry your mouth open “give in to me, I’m all you’ll ever need” his words sounded like a hypnosis – a doctrine that you felt like you should follow…

And follow, you did.

You took the initiative and closed the gap between your lips and his, he taken aback by this but, nonetheless, indulged not long after. Both fitting like a puzzle – your lips wouldn’t compare to the sweetest of desserts he’s ever had, and his lips felt so soft, softer than the mat you’re on. the stilled kiss was cut short as he exhaled and licks your lip with his tongue, as if it was asking permission to be let in. and it was granted permission as he meets your tongue with his. His tongue feigned dominance, sucking and biting your lips.

“Mhmmm” you whimpered as the kiss felt all too hazy, and faster did you grind on his leg, wanting the foreign ticklish sensation in your core to last, hands gripping on his shoulder as a leverage

“Yess, haha, use me, my little angel” he says as he pulls away from the heated kiss, amused by being used for your pleasure “use me, all of me, for I shall do the same thing to you” pressing his forehead on yours, eyes locking with your closed one

“Your majesty- nghh hahh, t-this f-feels so g-good nghh” this wasn’t you. This was all too foreign, like a place you shouldn’t be setting foot on, but it’s tempting, and it feels good. Succumbing to the pleasure, you can only grind and Jinu can only watch in pure ecstasy.

“it seem like this heat affected you more than me, how have you managed your heat before this?” he asks, rhetorically

“t-this is the first t-time nghhh, your majesty”

He was taken aback. Sure, he knew angels are creatures of purity, but he’s associated performers as someone who would be indulged in this kind of action. This revelation only seemed to fuel his carnal desires. He’s your first, the first to witness your pleasured state, your heating body, the first to taste the blood of an angel, he’d be the first to relish you, worship you like a temple.

And he’ll damn make sure he’d be the last.

His selfishness run through as he uttered “Mine” lips reconnecting with yours, this time with much more force and yearning. “All mine, you hear that?” he murmurs just above your glossy lips “I dare not to let you back into that pigsty performing house” looking at your eyes as he states that with sincerity. For a moment, you instantly felt the connection between the both of you, almost like a warmth embrace welcoming you.

It felt like home.

The warm moment was cut promptly as he’s ripping your clothes off of you. Cold air immediately grazing your heating skin – there, you laid exposed, bare, just for him, like a dish ready for the feast. The sudden exposure had you conscious, you had your arms covering yourself, buying yourself a little more dignity. But this action wasn’t appreciated by Jinu as you saw the evident scowl plastered on his face

“don’t”

And he’s pinning your arms on either side of your head, caging you.

“Dare not to hide all of you from me, I am all of yours, and all of you are mine.” He said, as a matter of fact. “This- “releasing one of your hands to grope on of your breast “is mine” the contact of his thumb on your perky nipple, mindlessly pulling and pinching the bud had you numb. “And this- “ his mouth engulfing the other nipple “- will only be worshipped by yours truly” and he’s off sucking, and biting, whilst still playing with the other one.

“Your m-ajesty- “

“Jinu. call me Jinu”

“J-Jinu”

You say his name, cautiously. A royalty letting you say his name is one thing, but having one play with your chest is another. All of this felt surreal. The arousement between your legs pools as you try and grind against yourself against him despite his weight on you.

This futile attempt was noticed by Jinu almost immediately. “Hmmm, what is it, princess?” letting go of your nipple with a prominent pop, hands still massaging your nipple. “Tell me what you want” he teases as he catches a glimpse of you fight your timidness

How cute, he thinks.

“Do you want me here? - “he asks as he trails down on your heaving stomach, pressing small kisses, exhaling a little stronger as to tickle your sensitive skin “or…” he continues as he stops right above your heating core “Here?”

Oh he’s so close. So close. As to whom that can apply to, it applies to the both of you – he can just smell your arousal from where he is, his desires tell him to just ravage you, all to himself, but his remaining thought tells him to tease you a little more. Just a bit more

“L-lower, please- Jinu” you said, growing impatiently.

“Here?” he said as he purposely misses your center and presses kiss on your inner thighs. “Was it here that you wanted me to be in?” he chuckles as he listens to your whines.

“H-here” pulling his hair to your gushing cunt.

“ahhh, how could I miss? Hehe” he feigned innocence “will you forgive me, angel? Hmmm” the kisses migrating on your clit, bring you a sensation you had never felt before. “Will you?” he asks again as he laps your slit once, and then twice.

“nghhh” whimpers and gasps escapes your mouth as you felt him toy with clit, tongue drawing circles on it, and the occasional sucks and bite was the cherry on top. Your hands caressing through his hair, not sure if you want to pull or push him away. It was overwhelming, and yet, you wanted more. More of him. Call yourself selfish all you want, but the way the wet sensation of his mouth surrounds your nether regions, his state; a royalty rendered like a parched man, drinking you up, lapping up your juices like a madman – more was what you wanted, and more is what he will give.

“God, you taste heavenly” he uttered in between his feast on you, choosing your delicious sensation on his tongue over his breath. His breath that seemed to jagged and become heavy as he savors you.

Words don’t do justice the way this had you becoming. The strong guilt of even indulging with a demon in such way is flooded by the pleasure brought upon you by Jinu and his skillful mouth. All of your life felt like a living hell – your mother being drained of life by humans, having humans dictate your life like they own it, all of it almost felt like a reward by the way the demon ravaging your cunt is enough to ascend you to the heavens.

“J-jinuu! Hahh, mhhh” you moan his name like a God, your saving grace. The sweet call of his name met his ears.

“that’s it, don’t hold back on me” he says as he continues to feast on your cunt. Your hands gripping his hair harder and harder, hip grinding against him more eagerly, chasing something unfamiliar coiling from your stomach. The coil had your legs like a twitching mess, threatening to close on his face, locking him in. but, to no avail, Jinu’s strong arms pry them open effortlessly.

��What did I say about hiding?” mouth immediately going back to your cunt after asking.

“I-I’m sorry! Nghh, c-couldn’t help it” opting to grasp the sheets below you instead, having concerns about his hair. “C-can’t help it, f-feels weird, I feel something, Jinu!”

Being the more experienced one, Jinu was determined, now more than ever, with his pace. He slowly inserted a finger into your gummy wall, earning a load moan from you. Amused by your reaction, he pumps the digit in you slowly, almost achingly slow as he watches your eyes bulge out from the foreign sensation “you’re close, aren’t you?” he asks, steadily accelerating the pace of his finger in a come-hither motion, targeting that sweet spot.

“what?- nghhh” was all you could utter as his finger pumped in and out of you uncontrollably. His palm coming in contact with your clit, serving as an additional stimulus to your pleasure – his face coming up from your cunt to your stomach, and stopping on your breasts. His mouth and additional hand groping your mound before popping it into his mouth, sucking and biting it.

All of your erogenous zones are being abused oh so deliciously. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air, alongside your ragged breathing, and whimpers of pleasure. Gone is your cautiousness as tried pulling his face on to your face

“K-kiss me, please, I want-mhhhhp!”

You whimper against his mouth as the coil begins to unravel, sending you into a short zone of panic, which was immediately noticed by Jinu

“shhhh, let go little, don’t worry, let go f’me, will you?”

And let go, you did. You felt your whole body jolt as the coil unraveled on his fingers – whole body twitching as you curl on his body. The sensation lasting for, what it seems like an eternity but in reality, only for a few seconds. His hands, not stilling, but slowing down – prominent sounds of squelch squelch as he continued the shallow pumping of his fingers. After a while, he pulls out his fingers, and brings them up to your face, forming a ‘V’, cheeks being flushed as you saw a line of string connecting the two digits, before popping both of the digit in to his mouth

“Delightful”

“But I’m not done with you”

His restrains growing weak as in a blink of an eye, his clothes are gone. Through the dim lights, it was enough to catch a glimpse of his sculpted body, lines with glowing purple hue adorned his body, one in particular trailing down there. How can one look like one has been sculpted by the hands of Midas himself? – your hand, having a mind of its own at this point, came reaching for his shoulder, trailing down to his chest, and his abs.

“All of this are yours, my angel” grabbing your hands in his as he guides you roam it throughout his body. As your eyes strips him bare, you gaze upon his aching cock – twitching and dripping with a liquid seeping through the tip, you admire the glowing hues present around it, the head is of a shade of dark purple. that was the only time that it sinks in; it’s too big. Way too big

He noticed your distress glares on his cock and reassured you “shhh, don’t worry little one – I’ll make it fit” he says as he grabs your wandering hand on to his mouth, and spitting on it. Afterwards, he wraps your hands on his cock – groaning earnestly. He strokes his cock with your hand as, filled with satisfaction, he has waited for this.

“J-just like that, angel, keep that rhythm for me” letting your hand do it by itself. You look at his face, scrunched up, eyes close and lips stuck between his teeth. He was savoring your touch, a literal angel’s touch, it couldn’t be better than this, than you. Your hand, though uncoordinated, felt way better than his.

There was something so twisted to rub filth on a creature symbolizing purity and kindness – he’s lavishing the fact that he is corrupting you, the first and last. He’s the one making you weak, drown in pleasure. Not only are you stroking his cock, you’re also stroking his growing ego – a fact that makes him laugh to himself.

His train of thoughts were halted as he felt his own climax threatening to peak. And as much as he wanted to cover your body in something his, he has something better in his mind.

“Stop” jinu says, a little firmly – interpreting his firmness as an authoritative command, distressing you a little. “I have something else in mind, my darling hehe” catching your distress and managing it. It seems like a profound new talent given the short time you two have spent together.

“I wanna f-feel you m-more” you plead, subtly opening your legs with the means of inviting him in.

“You don’t need to tell me twice, little one” and he’s on to, dragging his wet, fat member across your slick fold. Groaning at the contact of your heat on his. His mushroom tip catching your entrance and tapping on to it before…

“I’ll be gentle-“ with that, he prods his tip in, the pressure of your hole engulfing him immediately, a sting appeared as your gushing cunt tries to accommodate the foreign feeling “as much as I c-can, fuck” he continues to dig himself deeper, and deeper, and deeper into you. Inch by inch of him, being swallowed whole by you.

“Nghhh i-it hurts! I c-can’t anymoreee!”

“shhh, don’t move too much, j-just fuckkk, relax, I’ve got you” he says as he snakes his hand between you and rubs your clit to ground you. “I’ve got you, angel. You just have to take i-it”

He made you take it all.

After feeling being split into two, his hips meet yours. He’s all the way in, to him, it felt like his soul has intertwined with yours, this is more than just satiating his own desires – it seems as if your lost souls, as contrasting with each other as they are, are already being wed, forever threaded with the red string, bound to be yours, and his.

“I’m moving now, all right? It’ll feel good, don’t worry, angel” he shushed your tears as his hips started with shallow, testing thrusts. He’s savoring your tight walls hugging him fit and snug, he hasn’t felt this good and your pussy could not and will not compare to the concubine he’s been presented a while back, you’re literally an angel, an angel who – ironically – makes him feels like he’s in heaven

He holds himself back when, continuing the shallow thrusts when a subtle, breathless moan falls from your mouth…

“jinu-“

And he snaps. The line between his patience and his desires has blurred. Suddenly, his promises went unfulfilled as his thrust became rapid, and uncalculated – the sudden change left you grasping, your nails digging into his back to ground yourself from the pleasure.

“f-fuckk, I’m so sorry, angel, I j-just hahhh- “plap plap plap, the prominent sound of his hips crashing into yours fills the air. The mat you’re laying on swaying along the rhythm, almost slipping off of it. “You couldn’t possibly e-expect me to be gentle. N-not when you’re l-like this, shit- “teeth gritting “So, so tight. look at sweetheart, it’s almost like she’s begging me not to let go, heh”

“J-jinu, s-so dirtyyy ahh” the innocence in you still holding a fight against the sinful action he’s giving you

“couldn’t h-help it- you’re so damn t-tight and fucking shit so full of me. Me haha” he’s babbling nonsense, “mine, you’re mine a-alone, say it, who do you belong to?” hips abusing your poor hole and your ability to speak as only moans escapes from your mouth – shaped in an ‘o’ one

“Fucking h-hell, have I fucked you dumb, already? Ahhh” His voice shaking with the force of his movement.

“s-so good, j-jinu, I love this, I love you” you mumble amidst your moaning. It might be due to the situation or you truly love him, either way, he was taken by surprise

“y-you love me, my angel?”

“Y-yess! Nghh”

He truly has fucked you dumb already. It was evident with the way drool escapes from your mouth, eyes glossy with tears, forehead cladded with sweat – oh what a mess you are right now, his mess. Only his.

“as of right now, nghh, no one should dare lay their filthy hands on you – you are mine, if even a single strand of your hair should be harmed – “ he suddenly flips you effortlessly, positioning you on top of him, wings finally free of the weight, stretching it out.

Ahh how ethereal

Seeing an angel, his angel, on top of him, shy and timid; cowering upon his gaze, body covered with marks, your breast perky with arousal and your wings stretched out, fluttering now and then. If being cute, arousing, and magical all at once was a sin, you’d be the first one straight to hell. However, to heaven you will go tonight.

“Ride me, my little one”

“I d-don’t- ahhh”

His hands guiding your hips, grinding it back and forth, catching your clit on the process.

“just l-like that, fucck”

You follow his instruction in your own pace. The slow, and agonizing pace was both a curse and a gift for Jinu – a contrasting pleasure brought upon by your slow pace, his cock feeling deeper in you than ever, memorizing the nooks and crannies of your gummy walls, but how much he wants to just piston into you like there’s no tomorrow

“L-like this? Nghh” you twist and turn your hips, almost like you were circulating it, catching that sweet sweet spot within you

“fuckkk, yes, j-just like that, you l-learn quite fast” Jinu praised, hands anchoring on your hips, gripping it, but not quite taking control of it either

When you got accustomed to the rhythm, you turned from grinding to full on riding the demon – bracing yourself on his chest, raising your weight, and slamming back down again, earning moans from the both of you.

Slow and steady of this movement was enough to render you seeing stars, and it led to Jinu seeing your form in a different way. He couldn’t get enough of your hands clawing into his pecs, your wings and its feathers going hay wire, your breasts bouncing as you bounce on his aching cock, and your face – oh your face, it was a sight to behold

“t-tell me, who’s making you feel good right now?-“

“y-you, nghh”

“who’s are you?”

“Yours”

The slight conversation was all it took until he was pulling you towards his chest, one hand pinning your head on it, and the other caressing the base of your wings

“J-jinu! Not there! I-I’m ahh I’m sensitive- mhhhph”

The hand was fast to just softly stroke the base slowly – “Oh I know, my angel. Shit, HAHAHA b-but You like this, don’t you?” he said as he thrust up into you just like what he wanted

“you’re tighter than ever” he said, groaning.

You can only do so much and become a sobbing, drooling mess on his neck, nails clawing at his shoulder blades as he continues to use you as he please. Having your cunt abused, and your wings stimulated, the now-familiar feeling of the coil returns to your stomach – this time, it’s intense, way more intense than the last.

“I’m c-closeee, so close”

“let go f’me, sweetheart, I’ll be right there with you”

To say that you were overstimulated was an understatement. Everything happening at once was a drive to push you on the edge, however, with the more intense feeling being stronger tenfold, you hesitated. Because deep down inside, you knew, this is different

“I don’t w-annna nggg, it f-feels weird nghhh” you said, stubbornly. Your grip on his should biting down harder “f-feels like I’m gonna m-make a mess, ahhh”

That’s when he knew something was definitely up.

“shhhhh, trust me, t-trust your king” he said as he continues to chase his high. The sound of his hips crashing onto yours is just so so addicting,

The coil on your stomach became unbearable, it was dawning on you so fast to the point of no stopping. Your pussy tightens so hard, it almost almost had Jinu stopping his thrust, but alas, no halt was made and you were left convulsing, and breathless as a stream of liquid came shooting out of you. No sound was heard from your mouth, but from your cunt gushing out, there is.

“Good, good girl” he praises as he anchors his foot on the mat, and went faster. it was inhumanely rapid – you would’ve been more concerned when he is a human, but he’s not.

Only grunts, moans, and a wet plap plap plap can be heard throughout the room. His breath becoming irregular, eyes closed and his hips becoming more and more uncalculated

“t-too much, n-no more, p-please~”

“J-just a little bit more, shhh”

Jinu’s deep voice became a mantra in your head. His hands pinning you closer to him. Your lips being wedge between your teeth as you brace yourself and you cry out as he had the head of his cock kissing the deepest part in you as he paints your inside white “Oh fuh-“ his voice trembling. Lavishing in the tight fit and the gushing sensation.

Not wanting to part from your warmth, Jinu lays you down on the mat beside him, letting you relax your body. That’s when he noticed how you have already passed out. No words were exchanged, but as he glanced down between the two of you, slick dripping, an understanding was made; you were already his.

You were still asleep, wrapped up in a blanket as Jinu continues to admire your sleeping form when he heard a knock on his chamber.

He had no intention of entertaining it when-

“jinu!”

The door came crashing open, revealing the four other royals that he oh so conveniently left at the performing house.

A quick scan around the room was all it took to notice your visibly marked, and sleeping form, and the mess that the room was made into

“Get out”

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K-pop Demon Hunters | Fanfic

Beneath the patterns

Rujinu | Miromance | Zoeystery | Abby x OC | Baby x OC

Fluff, slow burn | Fated mates, soulmates, mate marks

The battle for the Honmoon is over. When Baby and Romance appear on the hunters' doorstep, seeking help to rescue their friends from Gwima's clutches, an uneasy alliance is formed, and soon they discover a truth that will shatter their perceptions: the demons they once fought are their fated mates, marked by destiny. Can they reconcile their duty with the undeniable pull of their possessive demon mates?

Part 10 | m.list | Part 12

Chapter 11:

Lily’s alarm blared, pulling them from a comfortable haze of sleep. She groaned, stretching her petite frame. Baby, still half-asleep, simply pulled her closer, burying his face in her blond hair. Her light brown eyes, wide and bright despite just waking up, met his. "Class," she mumbled, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Right," he murmured, reluctantly loosening his hold. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then finally her lips, a lingering sweetness that promised more. "I'll be waiting when you go out."

She gave him a shy smile, and with flushed cheeks got out of bed to get ready for the day.

Later, as the final bell shrieked, Lily stepped out of her university building. True to his word, Baby was leaning casually against a wall nearby, looking effortlessly cool, but his eyes were fixed solely on her. A warm smile touched her lips as she walked towards him. "Hey," she greeted, nudging him playfully.

"Hey, Lily-flower," he replied, falling into step beside her, intertwining their fingers he gave her a smile.

"Where are we going?" She asked him, as he led them the opposite direction of her dorm room.

"I want to take you on a date" Baby replied softly, holding their intertwined hands up and leaving a kiss on hers.

Their date went as usual, a walk through the bustling streets of Seoul, stopping at various street art murals. Baby, usually so laid-back, found himself animated, explaining the history behind some of the older, more complex pieces, sharing snippets of lore from his world that he remembered. Lily, in turn, told him about her med school classes, her dreams of becoming a doctor, and her fascination with human anatomy. They found a shared appreciation for the intricate and the hidden, their dynamic a comfortable blend of his easygoing charm and her thoughtful curiosity.

Back at her house, the quiet intimacy of Lily's room enveloped them. Baby pulled her into a soft embrace, his gaze tender as he looked down at her. "Lily," he began, his voice surprisingly serious, "I... I love you. More than I thought possible." He reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers, his half-moon mark pulsing faintly on his side, a gentle warmth against her skin. "I give you my soul, Lily. Completely." Baby's other hand gently stroking her cheek "My soul is yours Lily-flower."

Tears welled in Lily's light brown eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a fierce kiss. "I love you too, Baby," she confessed, her voice thick with emotion, her own burgeoning mark mirroring his. "More than words can say." Her eyes looked for his, "You have my heart, Baby, truly."

A warmth spread across Baby's chest at her words. He pulled her closer, lips meeting in a kiss. He gently pushed her down on top of her bed, hands exploring her body and she held his hair. Just as his mouth trailed kisses up and they kissed again, a promise to lead them to the completion of their bond, a piercing shriek echoed from outside, followed by the distant sound of shattering glass and panicked screams.

Baby's head snapped up, his playful demeanor vanishing instantly, replaced by a fierce, protective focus. A cold dread settled in Lily's stomach as he pulled away, his eyes now sharp and determined. "Another demon," he growled, the word heavy with urgency. "Stay here, Lily. Don't open the door or windows for anything."

"be careful love" Her voice low as she stared at him from the bed. Baby gave her another kiss and without another word, he was gone, a blur of motion as he teleported out of the room.

Baby landed silently on the street, his senses already pinpointing the threat. A powerful, desperate demon – one of the last remnants of Gwima's direct influence, who had slipped through during the portal's chaos, now lashing out at the human world in a frenzied rage.

"Not as powerful as us" he muttered. He saw Jinu already engaging it, his purple patterns flaring. Mystery was a dark blur, darting around the demon's flanks, trying to draw its attention while Zoey expertly maneuvered, setting up an opening. Romance, always theatrical, created a diversion with a burst of controlled energy, allowing Mira to land a powerful staff strike. Abby, ever the anchor, moved with efficient grace, protecting Dahlia who, despite her human nature, stood resolute by his side, her small magical knife — courtesy of Zoey — ready. Baby charged, flanking Rumi's other side, helping her land a full strike across the demons' face.

It was a chaotic ballet of power and precision. The demon was strong, its attacks wide and devastating, but they moved as one, a unit forged not just by shared battles but by deep, undeniable bonds.

Mystery snarled, a low, guttural sound, as he twisted away from a clawed swipe, then launched himself at the demon, his fists impacting with brutal force. Jinu unleashed a volley of searing energy. Mira's staff moved like lightning, striking vital points, while Romance provided cover, his charm replaced by ruthless efficiency. Abby was a protective whirlwind around Dahlia, parrying blows, ensuring her safety even as she fought. Baby joined the fray, a surge of adrenaline pushing him, his movements fluid and unpredictable, hitting where the demon least expected it.

They fought with a unity that spoke volumes, their individual strengths amplifying their collective power. The bond, flowing between the couples, made their movements almost telepathic.

This was it – the final, desperate lunge of what remained of Gwima's direct threat to their world. With a coordinated strike from Jinu and Mystery, the demon faltered, its form flickering, then Mira caught him by the neck and without hesitation slash him with her staff across the chest.

The demon dissolved into shimmering black ash, leaving only a lingering scent of ozone. They stood, breathless, bruised, but triumphant. Gwima's last direct threat, at least for now, was finally vanquished.

Exhaustion settled heavy on Baby's limbs, but his first thought, his only thought, was Lily. He pushed himself, ignoring the aches, until he was back at her window. He slipped inside, the calm of her room a welcome contrast to the violence he'd just left. Lily rushed to him, her eyes wide with concern, immediately pulling him into her embrace.

"Baby, are you okay?" she whispered, her hands already reaching for his face, her touch soothing, grounding him.

"I'm so glad for you, Lily-flower," he breathed, his voice raw with emotion, "so incredibly glad I found you, that you're in my life." He ran his fingers through her soft blond hair, admiring her youthful beauty, the quiet strength in her eyes. "Remember..." he began, a small smile touching his lips, "the first time I saw you... after the fight with Huntrix, Gwima's control slowly leaving my body..." His eyes were holding hers, a promise of forever in them "I was lying in some dark alleyway, hurting, when you found me."

He pulled her into a fierce hug, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent, the soft familiarity of her body a profound comfort. "I am now," he mumbled against her hair. He pulled back, his eyes fixed on hers, a world of gratitude and longing in their depths.

He kissed her, a deep, lingering kiss that was a promise, a relief, a desperate longing finally given free rein. His hands roamed over her, pulling her impossibly close, seeking solace, seeking completion.

Lily's eyes softened, remembering the moment. "I remember," she whispered. "You looked so... lost, so weak."

"You helped me," he continued, a deep gratitude in his voice. "You didn't know what I was, but you helped. You were the first ray of hope." He gave her another smile "After that, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I just kept showing up – in your room, at your school... until I finally confessed." He kissed her again, a tender reverence in his touch. "And now... now you're mine. And I'm yours. Truly. Completely."

The rest of the night was a blur of soft touches, murmured words, and a deep, aching intimacy. Their bodies, long yearning, finally found their perfect rhythm, completing the bond that had simmered between them since the moment they first met. In the quiet sanctity of Lily’s room, their souls found peace, their marks glowing brightly in the darkness.

"Well, well, well," Romance drawled, looking at Baby's relaxed posture and Lily's shy smile. "Looks like someone finally caught up."

The next morning, Baby and Lily arrived at the apartment, a shared glow about them, an unmistakable lightness in their steps. Breakfast was a lively affair, filled with the usual banter.

As Baby and Lily entered, a collective knowing smirk spread across the faces of the other bonded couples.

"Took you long enough, Baby," Jinu teased, earning a playful glare from Lily.

Baby just grinned, pulling Lily closer. "Hey, some of us like to build the anticipation," he quipped, then, with a proud glint in his eye, he showed off the subtle love marks on his neck. Lily, blushing furiously, tried to cover them, but a happy smile still touched her lips.

Abby cleared his throat, a beaming smile on his face as he put an arm around Dahlia's waist. "Actually, we have some news too," he announced, his voice overflowing with joy. "Dahlia's pregnant."

A chorus of excited congratulations erupted around the table. Rumi rushed to hug Dahlia, Zoey clapped her hands in delight, and Mira offered a rare, genuine smile.

Romance, ever the provocateur, leaned in to Abby, whispering loudly enough for everyone to hear, "With all those moans coming from your room, took you long to get her pregnant"

Mira immediately slapped his arm, a sharp, indignant gasp at her mate.

"don't worry princess" Romance tease her "We can catch up with them" Mira responded with annoyed groan, but clearly amused at her mate's words.

Abby with his protective instincts flaring, shot Romance a venomous snarl. "Watch it," he growled, a playful threat in his voice. "Don't talk about my Dahlia and our baby"

"oh Abby" Dahlia soothed her mate patting his arm gently. "Romance is right, we have so much sex I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner"

Abby's face got red and Dahlia let out a soft giggle, her hand on top of his on her belly.

The others fell into conversation about the baby, the sound of a new family, full of love, teasing, and intertwined destinies.

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