justanotherpersonaroundtheworld

[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

To you who deserves more [LADS x transgressed Y/N]

LONG FIC WITH MULTIPLE CHAPTERS NOT A ONESHOT

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR LONG AWAITED REVERLY, DEATH AND REBIRTH, HOMECOMING WINGS AND ENTIRE WORLD UNDERNEATH AS WELL CALEBS ANECDOTES

ENTIRE FIC summary:

Y/N is an astronaut—disciplined, brilliant, and lonely. Her only escape from the crushing silence of space is Love and Deepspace, a sci-fi romance game she plays obsessively, drawn to the characters she can never touch and the choices she can never undo.

But when a mission near a black hole goes horribly wrong, she wakes up not in a hospital… but inside the game itself.

Trapped in a world she thought she only knew from behind a screen, Y/N faces a quiet question pulsing beneath every heartbeat: Was she sent here to follow the story—or change it?

To You Who Deserves More is a journey through time, memory, and love across realities. will y/n be their salvation or just another cringe payer who secondly embarrasses everyone?

story will have multiple ending for all the love interests. it will explore their dynamic and its gonna be a slow paced story so i can make it as accurate to the in-game lore...Just like the game the main story delves into building their relationship while side stories will contain moments they share together romantic and all and at the end she must chose her lover (ik cliche otome game ending) and ill write an ending for each of them

Chapter 2: Rekindling word count: 9930 (fyi; i used the song "make it right" by bts here i recommend listening to it)

“Holy fuck… I’m the MC.”

The words left her in a whisper, half-delighted, half-dumbfounded.

She blinked. Once. Twice. Then slowly leaned back in the dream-grass again, both hands pressed to her cheeks like she was trying to cool down a blush that had no business blooming in a lucid dream.

Her heart was still racing—maybe from the Aether Core, maybe from sheer cosmic whiplash—but now that the adrenaline was ebbing, a different sensation began to creep in. Something light. Something ridiculous.

Oh god. She was starting to feel... giddy.

Am I seriously blushing over being the MC? Get a grip.

And yet—she couldn’t stop the grin from curling at the edges of her lips. It was a lopsided thing, crooked and silly and so her, even in this not-quite-her-body. For once, it wasn’t the kind of smile she had to force. It just... bloomed.

The grass swayed gently beneath her, and for the first time, she let herself flop flat on her back, arms sprawled, legs kicking lazily at the air like a kid high on imagination.

“God,”

she muttered, covering her face with both hands,

“I really had a whole-ass panic attack in front of Caleb and Josephine, didn’t I?”

The dream-sky didn’t judge her. But her own brain sure did.

Her voice went high-pitched in mimicry,

“Where am I?! Who am I?! What the fuck is this body?!”

Then she groaned, rolling onto her side and cradling her head dramatically. “Kill me now. No—wait, I already died. This is my second chance and that’s what I opened with?”

Mortifying.

She groaned again, louder, dragging her face through the grass like it could erase the memory. “I’m a literal astrophysicist and I full-on melted down like a twelve-year-old who woke up in the wrong Barbie doll.”

But under the embarrassment, something else bloomed—relief.

Because now that the shock had worn off, now that she wasn’t spinning into scientific theory like a madwoman trying to solve the universe in one sitting, she could admit it:

She was okay.

Weirded out? Absolutely. Existentially disoriented? Obviously. But okay. Breathing. Thinking. Feeling. Her.

And honestly?

It was kind of... fun.

Like being dropped into a story she already knew the beats of, except now she was inside it—running the narrative from the inside out, wearing the skin of a character she’d shaped pixel by pixel, dialogue choice by dialogue choice.

The fact that her skin currently looked seven years old? Inconvenient.

But the existential breakdown she’d had earlier?

Maybe just a tad overdramatic.

She giggled into the grass, that high, airy laugh that only ever came out when she was either very tired or completely at peace. Right now, it was a little of both. “I should’ve known,” she murmured, voice muffled by dream-dirt. “The second I saw Caleb’s stupid perfect face I should’ve known I was in the game.”

She blinked up at the sky, which now shimmered with a soft aurora—purples and greens and golds bleeding together like watercolors in a storm.

“Caleb probably thinks I’m a lunatic,”

she mused, stretching one arm toward the glowing void like she could scoop the sky into her palm.

“And Josephine? God, she looked like I was about to combust.”

Combust..? The word reminded her of caleb and all the memes about him blowing up

The thought made her snicker with guilt but she composed herself with a cough.

A beat.

She grinned again, mischievous this time.

“Well, not entirely wrong…my ship did combust…I guess I can relate to Caleb now?”

She wiggled her fingers, watching the dream respond with soft sparkles—twilight fireflies dancing across her knuckles.

This place—the body, the world, the rules of physics bending around her like silk—none of it made sense. Not yet. But suddenly, she wasn’t as scared of it.

This was her story now.

And deep down, under all the panic and quantum theorizing and screaming into pillows... a part of her liked it.

Liked the mystery. Liked the power humming beneath her skin. Liked being someone that mattered.

Not a girl lost in the void anymore.

But someone reborn.

Someone very, very awake.

A grin tugged at her lips despite herself.

It felt wrong to smile. But it also felt so damn right.

She peeked out from under her arm, her tone rising into dry disbelief. “So what? I died, fell into a goddamn wormhole, crossed realities, and slipped into my own OC’s body like it was a fucking glove?”

She sat up slowly, puffing out her cheeks and letting out a long, theatrical sigh—something between Looney Tunes drama and anime girl meltdown. “Science,” she intoned solemnly, staring up at the sky. “Has absolutely left the chat.”

Her voice echoed like laughter across the twilight field, cheeky and ridiculous.

Because the more she thought about it, the more unhinged it became.

She had died. She had been reborn?

And now she was living in the sparkly, tragic-ass skin of a video game protagonist. It was fanfic logic. Cosmic delulu. The kind of plot twist her past self would’ve mocked at 3am on AO3 with a tub of ice cream. Was this karma?

And yet…

She couldn’t deny the Core thrumming steadily under her ribs. Or the way her hand had moved with such quiet certainty. Or how Caleb’s gaze had hit her like a memory and a prophecy all at once.

She flopped back onto the dream-grass again, limbs splayed like a marionette whose strings had finally snapped.

“I’m a woman of science,” she told the clouds, mock-dignified. “I have a PhD. I wore a space suit. I’ve peed in zero gravity. I met a fucking blackhole.”

Then she tilted her head, voice turning sing-song.

“And now I’m a seven-year-old with an Aether Core and a tragic backstory.”

She cackled.

Not giggled. Not chuckled.

She cackled.

A sound sharp and sparkly, wild and delighted, bubbling out of her chest like champagne and making the dream-meadow glow. It felt stupid and wonderful. Like shaking soda inside a bottle of grief and finally letting it fizz.

“I really can’t believe this,” she wheezed, wiping at tears that weren’t sadness but something brighter. “This is some Sailor Moon-level reincarnation arc!”

She kicked her legs into the air and let them fall. “I mean, where’s my magical girl transformation? Where’s the glitter? Where’s the angsty love interest with silver hair and secret trauma—”

Her words cut off.

A beat of silence.

Then a snort. “Wait. That’s Xavier…or Sylus...”

The laugh returned, high and helpless. “Oh my god, I manifested them.”

She turned her head, fingers brushing the grass that pulsed like it held a heartbeat. Somewhere between silk and static. Soft and electric. Real and not. Just like her.

For a brief, perfect second, she let herself believe this wasn’t a mistake.

Maybe she wasn’t some glitch in the code.

Maybe she was the code.

No… she was the story. 

And yeah, the questions still loomed in the distance like shadowy NPCs waiting for dialogue options—Why her? Why now? Was there ever even a “real” MC to begin with? Probably not.

But something deep in her chest… settled.

Like a switch flipped.

Like the game had just autosaved.

“The stars, the Core, the void, the voice lines, the trauma,” she murmured, eyes fluttering shut as the wind danced around her. “It’s all me. I’m the crossover episode.”

Then, barely above a whisper: “I guess I better start acting like a protagonist.”

Her lips twitched again. She raised a single finger to the sky like she was making a vow to some celestial narrator.

“A really hot one,” she added. “Preferably with kickass powers, magnetic angst, and a wardrobe that slays.”

The meadow shimmered with agreement.

Something stirred. The light changed. Reality shifted around her like a loading screen humming beneath her thoughts.

Something was waking.

And so was she.

Caleb POV – “How Many Times?”

She felt so small in his arms. Smaller than he remembered.

Not just physically—but in the way a fading photograph feels smaller than the memory it came from. Too quiet. Too still. Too wrong.

And still… he held her close, as if he could stop her from slipping again just by willing her bones to stay beneath his hands.

“Not again,” he thought, his jaw tight. “Not this time.”

But he’d said that before, hadn’t he?

How many times now?

How many times had she died?

How many times had he failed to keep her here?

The first time, he hadn’t understood.

They were younger then—kids stripped of names and layered in numbers. Held down by metal restraints and fed formulas that made their eyes burn and dreams blur.

The lab coat voices used to murmur things he couldn’t understand. “Test the Core. Measure the return time. Induce death event.”

He didn’t get it, not really. Not until he saw her—her—strapped down to the table, fighting to breathe.

And then not breathing at all.

They called her “God’s Seed.” Their miracle prototype.

The girl who couldn’t stay dead.

They were so proud of that.

So proud of themselves when she woke up again—gasping, choking, wide-eyed and wild—and they jotted notes on their tablets like it meant something. And killed her. 

Again and again.

But all Caleb saw was the way her hands trembled. How she didn't even remember how she died. Or that she did die.

The way she looked at him like she almost remembered him.

And then didn’t.

She forgot everything. Every time.

All the nights they’d huddled together, whispering about a world without metal floors and fluorescent lights—gone.

The secret games. The stories they made up to survive the quiet.

How she always ran to him with a stupid grin calling him, “Gege”

Gone.

She came back each time with a blankness in her gaze that haunted him more than her death ever could.

And yet…

He stayed.

He always stayed.

Because if he didn’t, who would hold her hand when the light left her eyes?

There was one time—he couldn’t have been more than five—they made him watch.

Just watch.

No comfort. No touch.

Just observation.

They told him it would teach him about loss. About purpose.

All it taught him was that he never wanted to see her die again.

And he made a vow. One that burned in his bones ever since:

“Next time, I’ll protect her.”

He’s been breaking that promise ever since.

She shifted in his arms, barely, her breath catching like it hurt.

His heart twisted.

Was she dreaming? Were they hurting her even here?

He remembered how she used to cry in her sleep. Back when she remembered him. Before every death. Before the experiments carved holes into her soul and filled them with silence.

She used to grip his hand so tight he’d lose feeling in his fingers. But he never pulled away.

Never.

Because if holding her meant he could anchor even one piece of her to this world, then he'd do it.

Over and over again.

But now?

Now she didn’t reach for him.

She hadn’t even recognized him.

Not when she woke up screaming. Not when he called her name. Not even when he held her like he used to—like he was the only constant in a life full of erasures.

Caleb pressed his forehead to hers, barely breathing.

“I’m still here, pips…” he whispered silently. “I never left. Why can’t you remember me?”

He wanted to scream it.

Shake her.

Beg.

But he didn’t.

Because the last time she looked at him with fear in her eyes, something inside him shattered so cleanly he still felt the edges in his sleep.

They said the Aether Core kept her alive.

But Caleb knew the truth.

It killed her—over and over again.

And now it lived inside her like a parasite, humming beneath her ribs, pulsing with borrowed light. And yet… he couldn’t hate it.

Because it was the only reason she was still breathing.

“I’m not strong enough yet,” he thought.

His hand curled into the fabric of her gown.

“But one day… I will be.”

One day, he’d stop the cycle.

One day, no more needles. No more deaths. No more blank stares.

One day, he’d be strong enough to tear down every goddamn lab and silence every voice that ever called her an experiment.

But until then?

He’d stay here.

Holding her.

Hoping she’d wake up and remember the boy who never left.

A Bittersweet Awakening

Hospital Room, Night — Y/N Awakens

The dream had left her soft.

Not fragile. Not broken. But soft—like silk warmed under moonlight, like water that had stopped struggling against the glass.

Y/N stirred slowly, the world returning in gradients: the sterile bite of antiseptic mingling with something else—something alive. Night air. Cool and clean, carrying the faint sweetness of jasmine from somewhere beyond these walls. The hospital window had been left open, she realized dimly, and the evening breeze whispered through the gap like a secret, lifting the thin curtains in slow, hypnotic waves.

The fabric danced against the moonlight, casting shifting shadows across the floor—pale ghosts that moved in rhythm with her breathing. There was warmth behind her, solid and unmoving. Arms that held her like she might dissolve if he loosened his grip.

Someone was holding her.

And not just anyone.

She didn't need to open her eyes to know who. Even without memories, her body remembered him. The shape of him. The rhythm of his breath. The way her heartbeat seemed to chase his through the stillness, like two instruments finding harmony in the dark.

But this time, the panic didn't return.

The moment I noticed myself, I had to leave… I had to find out… All day, all night… 내가 날 눈치챘던 순간 떠나야만 했어 난 찾아내야 했어 all day, all night

The meadow had steadied her. The impossible truth of who she was and what she had become no longer crushed her. She understood now—or at least enough to stop flailing against it like a child fighting the tide.

She had died. She had crossed. She had landed here, in the body of a girl who belonged to him. A girl whose absence had carved a crater in this boy's soul.

And she—Y/N, the trespasser, the astronaut, the mischief incarnate—had taken her place.

No… not taken. Filled, she reminded herself quietly, as the curtains billowed again, carrying the scent of rain that hadn't yet fallen. The MC was meant to be filled.

But even if she now understood her role... she couldn't tell him.

Y/N opened her eyes slowly, lashes brushing against his shirt. The room was bathed in silver light, the moon hanging low and full beyond the window. It painted everything in ethereal shades—the machines humming their mechanical lullabies, the IV stand standing sentinel beside her bed, and Caleb...

Caleb was staring down at her like a prayer held too long. His jaw clenched, breath hitched, and in the moonlight his eyes looked like liquid starlight—bright and wounded and desperate all at once.

She blinked once, letting her gaze flutter with the weight of pretend confusion. The wind chose that moment to gust stronger, sending the curtains billowing inward like wings, and she felt the cool air kiss her cheeks, carrying away some of the hospital's antiseptic staleness.

Y/N's fingers twisted shyly in the folds of her hospital gown as the word slipped past her lips, softer than she meant it to be.

"…G-gege?"

Crossing deserts and seas… through this wide, wide world… I wandered… baby, I 사막과 바다들을 건너 넓고 넓은 세계를 헤매어 다녔어 Baby I

It wasn’t just a word. 

The sound made her cringe internally. God, did she really just say that? She'd never called anyone that in her entire life. Not in real life, not even in-game. It felt... weird. Intimate. Embarrassing.

A warm flush crept up her cheeks, blooming under her skin like wildfire. She looked away instinctively, eyes darting toward the window where the curtains continued their ghostly dance, pale fabric catching moonbeams like captured dreams.

Why did that feel so vulnerable?

She fidgeted harder with her sleeve, pretending she didn't just break her own pride in half like a cracker.

But she didn't miss the way Caleb froze.

The word hit him like a physical blow. His breath caught audibly, a sharp intake that seemed to steal all the air from the room. In the silvered light, she watched his eyes widen—not with surprise, but with something far more devastating. Recognition. Hope. The kind of fragile, desperate hope that had been buried so deep it hurt to resurface.

His throat bobbed in a visible gulp, and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, cracked and raw.

"…What did you just call me?"

I could make it better… I could hold you tighter… on that long road—oh, you're the light… I could make it better I could hold you tighter 그 먼 길 위에서 Oh, you're the light

His own ears turned pink, a bright boyish blush spreading across his face like spilled paint, creeping from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. The moonlight made it look almost ethereal—this flush of color against his pale skin.

He wasn't sure if it was a surprise or something else—something too big and too precious to name at seven years old. The word felt like a ghost, like a memory he wasn't supposed to have. It hit him in the chest where the hurt used to sit, and softened something he didn't realize was still clenched tight as a fist.

Outside, the wind picked up again, rustling through unseen trees and carrying the distant sound of night birds calling to each other across the darkness. The curtains lifted higher this time, revealing glimpses of the star-scattered sky beyond.

"G-gege," 

Y/N repeated, quieter now, stumbling again as she twisted her hands tighter. The word tasted foreign on her tongue, yet somehow familiar—like a song she'd forgotten she knew. 

"I—I don't know why I said that. It just... felt right."

Her voice trembled with embarrassment, but also something deeper. Something that made her chest ache.

Caleb looked down at her, lips parted, face impossibly red in the moonlight. His heart was racing so hard she could probably feel it against her back where he still held her. Maybe it was the way her voice cracked. Maybe it was the way she wouldn't meet his eyes. Maybe it was just... her. This impossible miracle of her being here, being alive, being real.

His arms, still loosely wrapped around her, trembled like autumn leaves in the wind that continued to flow through the window, carrying with it the promise of storms and the memory of summer's end.

He wanted to ask—do you really not remember me?

He wanted to believe—maybe some part of her still does.

But all he could do was nod, barely holding himself together as the word echoed through him again and again like a memory reborn. Like something sacred returning to the world.

Gege.

He swallowed hard, blinked twice, and when he spoke, his voice was small and broken and beautiful.

"…I like it when you call me that."

The admission hung in the air between them like spider silk, delicate and shimmering. Then, as if the word had unlocked something deep inside him, he whispered it back—tentative, hopeful, like he was testing whether the world would let him keep this moment.

"Mei mei."

The endearment fell from his lips like a prayer, soft and reverent in the silver darkness.

Y/N's breath caught audibly. Her eyes went wide, pupils dilating in the moonlight as the word hit her like a physical thing. Mei mei. Little sister. The syllables rolled through her mind, foreign yet achingly familiar, and she felt her heart stutter against her ribs.

Heat flooded her cheeks in a rush so sudden it made her dizzy. Her free hand flew up instinctively, fingers pressing against her burning face as if she could somehow contain the flush that was spreading down her neck.

"I—"

 she started, then stopped, mouth opening and closing soundlessly like a fish pulled from water. The word had done something to her, stirred something she didn't understand—a recognition that bypassed her conscious mind entirely and went straight to her bones.

Why did that make her want to cry?

For a moment, she was completely undone—flustered and confused and overwhelmed by the tenderness in his voice when he'd said it. Like she was precious. Like she was cherished.

But then she caught herself, drawing in a sharp breath through her nose. She was a scientist. An astronaut. She should be able to handle herself...right?

Y/N forced her shoulders to relax, made herself lower her hand from her face even though the blush still burned like fever across her skin. When she spoke again, her voice was carefully controlled, though it still trembled slightly at the edges.

"I don't know why, but... hearing you say it feels..."

She trailed off, biting her lower lip as she searched for words that wouldn't betray how deeply the simple endearment had affected her.

For a long moment after that, neither of them said anything more—just two children stitched together by stars and silence, warmth and wounds, pretending they weren't both trying not to cry.

The wind outside had grown restless, and with it came the scent of rain-heavy clouds and distant thunder. The curtains danced more urgently now, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across their faces, making them look like figures from a dream.

Y/N could feel it—the way his gaze lingered on her, not just watching but searching. Like he was waiting for something she didn't have the right to give. Like he was looking through her soul, not at her face.

And yet... she didn't flinch.

She should have. She was still reeling from her dream, still mourning her old body, still terrified of what any of this meant. But sitting here in the soft hush of silver light, with his arms hesitantly encircling her and that open, aching look in his eyes—like candlelight flickering behind glass—she couldn't find fear.

Only that strange warmth again. That same unnatural sense of gravity around this boy.

The way her fingers itched to reach out. To stay. To root herself in this moment and never let it end.

Stop it, she told herself sharply. He's a kid. You're not. You're twenty-something, a woman of science, an astronaut for God's sake—

But then she looked up again. Really looked.

His expression hadn't changed. He wasn't smiling. Wasn't pretending. His yearning was so raw it didn't belong on the face of a child—it was the kind of look that came from years of searching, waiting, remembering. The kind of devastation that only came from loving someone who kept dying.

In the moonlight, his eyes looked like they were drowning.

And her resolve cracked like ice in spring.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she reached for him—slowly, trembling, like she wasn't even sure what she was doing. The movement stirred the air between them, and she caught another wave of that night breeze, cool and clean and alive with the promise of rain.

Her small fingers brushed against his hand.

And then—tentatively, instinctively—she clasped it.

When I was uninvited, unwelcome… the only one who recognized me…

초대받지 못한 환영받지 못한 나를 알아줬던 단 한 사람

His hand was warm. Too warm. Feverish with the heat of someone who'd been holding on too long, too desperately. The moment their palms touched, her heartbeat leaped like it had touched something it remembered before her mind could name it. Like coming home to a place she'd never been.

She bit down on the urge to pull away.

Instead, she stared down at their joined hands—his larger, scarred from years she couldn't remember, hers small and pale and trembling—while the curtains continued their endless dance and the wind whispered secrets she'd forgotten how to understand.

"I... I don't know why," she stammered, her fingers tightening around his like she might anchor them both to this moment. "But... I feel safe with you."

The words escaped before she could stop them, raw and honest and terrifying. Her breath caught like she'd confessed something she didn't yet understand herself.

She didn't dare look up. Because if she did, she might cry. Because this wasn't just some scripted line from a game—it was real, it was too real, and for one disorienting second she felt like the body she was in, the girl she'd replaced, had said these exact words before.

Like they'd passed her lips in another lifetime, in another death, in another moment just like this one where the world felt too fragile to hold them both.

The air between them thickened with unspoken things. Outside, the first drops of rain began to fall, pattering softly against the window glass like tears.

She let out a shaky breath and tried to recover, forcing a light laugh as she fidgeted with his fingers. But even her laugh sounded broken, threaded through with silver like moonlight on water.

"I—I guess that's weird, huh?" she added with a half-hearted smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I don't remember you... but my heart keeps saying I should trust you."

Her voice trembled near the end, and she hated how much it did. She was supposed to be calm now. Rational. She'd figured it out, hadn't she?

But then—why was she still trembling? Why did she feel like she was the one who'd been left behind? And why... why did holding his hand feel like coming home to a place that had been waiting for her to remember it existed?

The storm was falling harder now, drumming against the window with increasing urgency. The curtains had grown heavy with moisture, clinging to the glass before billowing out again on gusts of storm-sweet air. Lightning flickered somewhere in the distance, brief and silver, illuminating their faces for one heartbeat before plunging them back into the gentle darkness.

Somewhere in the hallway beyond their room, soft music drifted through the air—a gentle melody that seemed to float on the night breeze itself. The tender harmonies wove through the storm-sweet air, carrying whispers of healing and hope, of broken things being mended, of finding your way back home. It was the kind of song that made promises about tomorrow, about making everything right again, about love that endures even when everything else falls apart.

The melody seemed to pulse in time with their heartbeats, as if the universe itself was orchestrating this moment of reconnection.

In that moment of light, she saw him clearly—this boy who'd been carrying her death like a wound, who'd been waiting for her to come back and remember his name. His eyes were bright with unshed tears, and when he looked at her, it was like looking at the sun.

Like love and loss and hope all tangled together in the space between one breath and the next.

“...”

For a long moment, Caleb just stared at her, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide with something that looked like wonder. Like he'd just witnessed a miracle he'd stopped believing in.

This eternal night with no end in sight… it’s you who gifted me the morning… now, may I hold your hand?

끝도 보이지 않던 영원의 밤 내게 아침을 선물한 건 너야 이제 그 손 내가 잡아도 될까

Then, without warning, his arms tightened around her—pulling her closer, holding her like she might disappear if he didn't. His face buried against her shoulder, and she could feel the slight tremor in his breathing, the way he was trying not to cry.

"You..." 

he whispered against her hair, voice thick with emotion. 

"You really said that."

They stayed like that for a heartbeat, two heartbeats, the soft music continuing to play somewhere beyond their small world of moonlight and rain. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, she felt him smile against her shoulder.

When he pulled back to look at her, there was mischief dancing in his eyes—the kind of look that belonged on the face of a boy who'd just discovered his little sister was still in there somewhere.

"You know," 

he said, his voice taking on a teasing lilt that made him sound every bit the annoying big brother, "your face is alllll red~ Are you getting sick again? Should I call the doctor?"

His grin was absolutely wicked as he reached up to press the back of his hand against her forehead in mock concern. 

"Oh no, you're burning up! And look—" 

He gestured dramatically at her flushed cheeks. 

"You're all blotchy. Very concerning, mei mei~...!"

Despite everything—the confusion, the overwhelming emotions, the strangeness of this entire situation—Y/N found herself letting out a startled laugh. It bubbled up from somewhere deep in her chest, genuine and bright, cutting through the heavy atmosphere like sunlight through storm clouds.

"I am not blotchy!" 

she protested, swatting weakly at his hand even as she fought back a smile. 

"And I'm not sick!"

"Hmm," Caleb hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head with exaggerated seriousness.

 "That's exactly what someone who's blotchy would say."

The music continued to drift through the air around them, soft and comforting, as if the universe itself was trying to make everything right again. And for this moment—flustered and teased and held safe in the arms of someone who called her sister—Y/N thought maybe it was working.

All right… all right… ooh, I can make it right…

THATS ALL....its not that much but i hope you guys liked it?

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Here it is. I'm not 100% happy with it but I hope you guys like it.

GideonxMCxCaleb

Tw:Smut

Crazy thoughts raced through your mind as you found yourself in this heated situation. It was almost the end of your short break from the hunters academy, and Gideon had come looking for Caleb. But he was out buying dinner supplies. Somehow, one thing led to another, and suddenly you were here, in your room, in your bed, in grandma's Josephine's house with Gideon's fingers deep inside your panties, one finger buried in your pussy.

You weren't naive, having long noticed the way Gideon's gaze always lingered on you, a fraction longer than what could be considered purely friendly. Caleb had picked up on it too, which was why he never left your side during the rare occasions when the three of you spent time together. But this time, fate had conspired to bring you alone with Gideon, a delicious twist of circumstance that set your heart racing and your cunt aching.

Here you were now, lying on your bed, your body trembling slightly as Gideon's skilled fingers teased your pussy. When he pushed his finger deeper, you couldn't help but let out a moan, hips twitching involuntarily against his touch.

"Shhh, you don't want Caleb to come home and catch his little sister being so desperate for his best friend's cock, do you?" Gideon teased and your pussy clenched around his finger in response.

"Oh. Oooooh... I think you like the idea," he murmured with a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your body's reaction. "Does that make you wet, the thought of him walking in on us, seeing how badly you need to be fucked?"

You remained silent, unable to deny it as he flipped through the pages of your desire, reading your fantasies like a dirty book.

Not only did you want Caleb to walk in, but you had imagined it countless times before in your lonely Linkon apartment, thoughts where you pretended your hands were theirs as they roamed your naked body, crying out their names when your fingers brought you to a forbidden climax.

"Maybe you want him to put his hands on your body while I make you cum," Gideon whispered, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

"Gid...Gideon please..."

"Come on, pretty girl" me mocked "Answer my question, or better yet..."

He paused and your heart stopped as you followed his gaze to the open door. "Tell him"

You gasped, eyes going wide in panic "Caleb..."

*********

Quickly, you pulled away from Gideon, yanking your skirt down to cover your exposed thighs. The pleasure of moments before evaporated like mist in his cold stare. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he looked between you and his friend, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"Really, Y/N? Out of all the guys, you had to pick Gideon?" Caleb's voice was low, each word dripping with disapproval.

"Caleb, I..." you started, but the words died in your throat as you saw him begin to turn away. Panic gripped your heart, even as a strange, shameful heat coiled in your belly.

You watched, almost in slow motion, as Caleb's body tensed, his broad shoulders squaring as he prepared to leave. But something in his stance gave you pause. You knew that walk, the one he used to take when he was disappointed in you as a kid. Back then, it always made you feel small and guilty. But now... now it sparked a different reaction.

An impulsive, shaky whisper left your lips before you could stop it. "You're going to walk away again? What's wrong, Caleb? Are you... jealous?"

The words hung in the air, weighty and loaded with a challenge you didn't fully understand. Caleb paused, his hand on the doorframe as he slowly turned back to face you. The muscle in his jaw ticked, a telltale sign of his contained emotion. His eyes, when they met yours, were cold and hard as chips of ice, and yet, you couldn't look away.

You should have been scared. You knew, logically, that you should be terrified of the anger radiating off him. But instead, your body reacted with an ache of a different kind. Your core clenched, your nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath your shirt as Caleb's gaze bore into you. Some dark, hidden part of you thrilled at the thought of being the cause of such intense emotion in him.

Encouraged by the tense atmosphere, you leaned back into Gideon, twisting your head to run your tongue along the strong line of his jaw. You felt him tense and his hands slid around to grasp your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. You could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against the curve of your ass.

Unable to resist teasing Caleb further, you turned your head and laved your tongue over a sensitive spot just below Gideon's ear before sucking on it, hard. A low moan tore from Gideon's throat, the sound sending a bolt of liquid heat straight to your core.

Glancing over at Caleb, you found his eyes blazing with jealousy so intense it stole your breath. The air between the three of you crackled with a dangerous, erotic energy that made your head spin.

Gideon, happy to play along with your brazen game, released one hand from your waist and slowly slid his palm up the flat plane of your stomach, his fingers grazing the underside of your breast, stopping just shy of where you ached for his touch.

 "I hope you know what you're doing Y/N" Caleb bit out, his eyes never leaving yours. "Because if you don't, you might regret this."

You met his gaze head on "You can't regret the things you don't do, Caleb," you threw back at him, your voice breathy but unwavering.

"Fine then, since you're feeling so bold..." He turned his eyes to Gideon "Don't touch her. Let her show us how she wants to be touched." 

What?

"Caleb, I can't..."

"You can and you will"

You couldn't back out now, not after starting this game. It was your idea, after all. You had to see it through, no matter how much your body burned with embarrassment. You felt Gideon moved from behind you, joining Caleb in front of you.

Summoning every ounce of courage you reached for the hem of your shirt with trembling fingers. Slowly, you peeled it up and over your head and tossed it aside carelessly, letting it fall to the floor as you reached for the zipper of your skirt. With a deep breath, you dragged it down, shimmying the skirt over the curve of your hips.

You forced yourself to meet their stares, your cheeks flushed a deep, telling pink. But you didn't look away, didn't cover yourself. Instead, you reached back and unhooked your bra, letting it fall away to reveal the soft swells of your breasts. They were full and heavy, nipples hardened into stiff peaks that begged for a touch they wouldn't receive...yet.

Lastly, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down. You could feel the weight of their stares, the heat of their eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin.

Unable to bear the stares any longer, you lay back down on the bed, your naked body bare and vulnerable. You stared up at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling with each deep breath. A cool breeze from the open door caressed your skin, making you shiver as goosebumps raced across your flesh.

In a daze, you brought your hands up to your neck, stroking long lines up and down your throat, imagining larger hands, longer fingers, trailing over your skin. Your nails lightly scratched a path down to the soft swells of your breasts, circling the outer curves teasingly before moving inwards.

You rubbed the stiff peaks of your nipples, pinching them tightly until a small gasp tore from your throat. The imagined sensation of their hot mouths sucking, their teeth biting down made your skin burn with shameful need.

Flattening your palms beneath your breasts, you pressed down, kneading the soft flesh as your hands skimmed lower, over your stomach. Your abdomen clenched and fluttered beneath your touch, muscles jumping with anticipation.

Then you parted your thighs slowly, bringing your feet to rest flat on the bed, knees bent. Another cooler breeze flowed into the room, settling against your wet, heated skin. Your hips jerked upwards, a silent plea for more, for something, anything to ease the throbbing ache between your thighs. Your core clenched, empty and yearning, as your thighs rubbed together in a desperate bid for friction.

You were lost, drowning in the intensity of your own desire, and theirs... when suddenly, you felt the bed dip beside you. Your eyes flew open, your gaze colliding with Caleb's. He loomed over you, his broad shoulders blocking out the light, his eyes roaming over your naked body like a physical caress.

"Don't be shy, Pip," Caleb encouraged "Let us see that pretty pussy"

Slowly you moved your fingers down your body, parting your lips with your fingertips. You swept a single digit down your slit, coating it in your slick before bringing it back up to settle on your clit. The pressure of your touch forced a moan from your lips, your back arching slightly off the bed.

A gasp escaped you when large, warm hands gripped your knees, parting them further, wider. You were fully exposed now, your cunt on full display for their hungry eyes.

"That was Gideon, princess," Caleb murmured, his gaze locked onto your fingers as they began to move. "He wants to watch"

You didn't answer him with words, unable to form any. Instead, you plunged a finger deep inside your pussy, moaning wantonly at the sudden penetration. Slowly, you pumped it in and out, feeling your walls flutter and squeeze around the invading touch. Then you added a second finger, sinking them deeper, harder, as your hips moved in time with your strokes. The sound of your arousal filled the room, mixing with your moans and the harsh pants of the men observing you.

You were aware of Gideon's hand palming its way up your thigh, squeezing and massaging the smooth skin as if he were trying to stop himself from joining you, from taking over. 

"I want a taste, feed it to me" Slowly, you moved your slick fingers from your core, offering them up to Caleb.

He took them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them, groaning at the taste. The vulgar sound sent electricity straight to your cunt, making you moan his name.

With that same hand you grabbed the back of Caleb's neck, your fingers tangling in his short hair as you pulled him closer. His lips were still glistening with your arousal, and you couldn't help but close the distance, sealing your mouth over his in a kiss.

At first, his lips moved over yours slowly, teasingly, letting you taste the evidence of your own desire on his tongue. But the kiss quickly deepened, became more urgent, more demanding. 

Just as you were losing yourself in the intensity of the kiss, Gideon grabbed your hand and brought it back down between your thighs, pushing two of his long fingers and one of yours deep into you.

You cried out as your walls clamped down around the sudden, welcome intrusion. Your moans were muffled by Caleb's mouth, his tongue swallowing every sound of your pleasure.

When Gideon paused the thrust of his fingers and slipped his fingers from your cunt, you couldn't help but let out a needy whine, hips twitching in protest. You watched, panting softly, as he brought his hand up to his mouth and rested two glistening fingers on his bottom lip. His tongue darted out, swiping over the digits and leaving them coated in a mix of your arousal and his saliva. He let out a low moan at the taste, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment.

"Mmm, you taste divine" Gideon murmured, as he spoke, his gaze met yours "Why don't you finish what you started?" he coaxed, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip, wiping away the last of your essence.

Spurred on by his words, you easily slid one, then two, then three fingers inside your pussy, curling them as you pumped them in and out, in and out. Your eyes fluttered shut with every stroke, your breath coming in short gasps as you finger fucked yourself.

Lost in the pleasure of your own touch, you felt Caleb's mouth trailing hot, open mouthed kisses across the soft swell of your breasts. His lips left tiny blooms of red in their wake. When he reached the stiff peak of your nipple, he didn't hesitate. He sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, before biting down gently. 

Gideon's hand slid up to wrap around your throat. He massaged the delicate muscles, feeling your pulse jump and race beneath his touch. As your hand sped up, Gideon's grip tightened. He leaned in, his breath hot and heavy against the shell of your ear.

"That's it, Y/N," he urged "Do you wish it was me fucking you? Or Caleb?"

Your eyes flew open, locking with his, as you managed to gasp out a single word. "Both"

"Do you really think you can take us both, Pip? You think you are ready for that?"

A flicker of doubt crossed your mind, as you caught the silent communication passing between the two men. They seemed to be gauging your readiness, your ability to handle the intensity of their combined attentions. But the coil of heat in your belly was wound too tight, you were too far gone to heed the warning bells ringing in your head.

You were almost there...almost.

Gideon moved your fingers from your cunt and before you could say something Caleb settled himself between your thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart.

He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over your folds before his tongue flicked out, licking a slow path up your slit. Your back arched off the bed, a moan tearing from your throat as pleasure exploded through you. You saw stars, your vision whiting out when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Yes!" you cried out, your fingers tangling in his short hair as your thighs instinctively tried to close around his head, keeping him in place. His eyes flicked up to yours, dark and hungry, as his mouth opened and he sucked your clit hard, his tongue swirling around the swollen nub.

"Please, Caleb," you whimpered, desperation clear in your voice. "Don't stop, I need it. I need you. Please"

You felt it again, the rush of heat through your veins, settling like a pool of molten lava in your core and lower belly.

Caleb's mouth remained sealed tight around your clit. The push and pull of his touch sent sparks crackling through your muscles, making them quake and strain.

Now Gideon's mouth was on your breast, his lips closing around your nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. He laved his tongue over the hardened peak, swirling and flicking and his hand came up to knead the soft swell of your breast, squeezing and massaging.

Just as you thought you might pass out from pleasure, Caleb ran the flat of his tongue over your clit, and you shattered. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, sweeping you away in its powerful current. Your thighs clamped down around Caleb's head, locking him in place as your body shook uncontrollably. Distantly, you heard the sound of your own screams.

Finally, as abruptly as it had begun, it started to ebb, your body going limp, your chest heaving as you struggled to draw breath. Caleb gentled his touch, now merely licking softly at your over sensitive flesh.

"Fuck, Caleb, she's practically dripping"

You tensed and tried to close your legs, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Wait..."

Caleb's grip tightened on your thighs, holding you in place "All you have to do is say stop, and this ends here. We'll stop, right now, if that's what you want."

 A small, needy whimper escaped your lips as you shook your head frantically "No, I don't want to stop. I want...I want..."

"Then open up and spread those lips, and let me and Caleb see just how wet your pretty little cunt is for us."

With a deep breath, you reached down and used your fingers to spread your lower lips apart, revealing the slick flesh, swollen and throbbing with desire.

"Like this?"

"You have no idea what you're asking for, Y/N" Caleb rasped, "What we want to do to you, how badly we want to ruin you"

"Then show me," you breathed, the words a whispered dare.

Caleb's response was swift and fierce. He crashed his lips against yours in a punishing kiss, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You met his aggression with your own, fisting your hands in his short hair and biting down hard on his lip, relishing his answering groan.

When he finally pulled back, you both were left panting, chests heaving as you stared at each other. Without warning, he knelt on the bed, grabbing your hips and hauling you up to straddle his lap.

You licked your bottom lip as you watched him unzip his pants. His cock sprang free, long, hard and thick, the broad head already glistening with beads of pre-cum. You groaned at the sight, your mouth watering with the urge to taste him, to feel him heavy and hot on your tongue.

His hands gripped your hips hard as he notched the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. You both moaned as he pushed forward, the thick crown popping inside your tight cunt. Your head fell back, a wanton moan tearing from your throat as he slid into you, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

"Fuck me," you demanded "Don't hold back." Your nails raked down his back, leaving red lines of fire in their wake as you rocked your hips against his.

"She has a filthy mouth," Gideon murmured appreciatively behind you, his hands coming up to palm the soft weight of your breasts and you leaned back against his chest, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as Caleb began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

Impulsively, you turned your head to the side and caught Gideon's lower lip between your teeth, biting down just hard enough to make him groan. Caleb, however, was not pleased by this display of affection towards his friend. He grabbed your chin firmly, his fingers digging into your jaw as he forced you to face him. His eyes, once warm with passion, had cooled to an icy, jealously filled glare.

"You can use her body, but not her mouth. Her mouth is mine, mine to kiss, mine to fuck."

Gideon simply moved his attention to your neck, his lips and tongue attacking the sensitive skin. He licked and sucked, leaving a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. His hands left your breasts, trailing down your sternum, your stomach, before coming to rest on the rounded globes of your ass. He gripped the cheeks hard, spreading them wide, exposing you.

 "Fuck, you're so tight, Pips. Your cunt was made for my cock."

Just then, you felt Gideon's cock start to push forward, the thick head nudging against your puckered hole. Your body stiffened, a jolt of fear and anticipation shooting through you. Yes, you were afraid, but there was something more, something darker. You were aroused by the forbidden depravity of the situation, of being taken by two men at once, of indulging in a taboo desire.

"Breathe for me pretty girl," Gideon murmured as the head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle.

"Goddamnit, Gideon," Caleb hissed

"Are you ok Y/N"

 A breathy "Mhmm" was all you could manage.

 "Fuck, the way she's squeezing us..." Caleb trailed off, unable to stop the words from spilling out.

Gideon just grinned as he looked over your shoulder at Caleb. "She's fucking perfect," he agreed. His hips began to move, slowly, carefully, giving you time to adjust.

"You are doing so good" Gideon murmured, his lips brushing your ear. "Tell me if you need me to stop"

At first, the sensation was uncomfortable, too much, too intense. But as they found their rhythm, their hips rocking together in perfect sync, your body began to sing, your walls clenching and fluttering around them.

It was a feeling unlike anything you had ever experienced before, a dark, delicious pleasure that sent electric shocks of bliss ricocheting through your nerves. It was a high you knew you could easily become addicted to, a craving that would haunt your dreams and your waking moments.

They were getting close, their thrusts growing more urgent, more insistent. You could feel it in the way Caleb's fingers dug into your hips, the way Gideon's grip tightened on your ass. You could hear it in their ragged breaths, their moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Desperate for more, craving that final push, you started to move your hand down between your legs, intent on rubbing your puffy clit, on sending yourself flying over the edge. But just as your fingers brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, you heard it, the sound of the front door opening, the unmistakable voice of your grandmother calling out.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Your body froze, eyes widening in shock and fear. You started to pull away "Hold on, someone is coming"

But Caleb just smirked and with a flick of his wrist, he used his evol to slam the door shut, the lock clicking into place.

"Yes...you are"

Behind you, Gideon chuckled, he sounded out of breath, but not about to stop. "You feel so warm, and so fucking tight...I'm not pulling out, not one fucking inch. I don't give a damn if your grandmother hears us. You're coming on our cocks, just like this...Fuck, you feel too good."

Calebs thumb found your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, hard circles, pushing you towards another peak.

Footsteps paused outside the bedroom door, and you heard the handle turn. Your grandmother called out again "Y/N? Caleb?

Caleb smirked, a wicked, defiant curve to his lips as he met Gideon's gaze. "Get ready," he murmured "Here she comes."

You felt adrenaline surging through your veins, your heart pounding like a drum. Caleb's thumb worked your clit with ruthless precision and the pleasure mounted, coiling tighter and tighter, until it finally snapped.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train and a scream tore from your throat, only to be muffled by Gideon's large hand clamped firmly over your mouth.

Caleb's eyes flashed as he watched your face contort in silent rapture, feeling your pussy gripping them like a silk fist. Gideon's fingers tightened over your mouth as he slammed into you, his cock pulsing and twitching, your climax triggering his own.

With a groan that vibrated through his chest, Gideon buried himself to the hilt inside your ass, his hot seed spurting out in thick, heavy ropes. Caleb surged forward, his hips snapping sharply as he hilted his own cock deep inside your still fluttering cunt.

You could feel them pulsing inside you, their releases painting your insides white. Behind the door, your grandmother knocked again, a note of concern in her voice as she called out, "Is everything all right in there?" The sound of her voice, so close yet so far away, only added to the forbidden thrill, the delicious danger of the moment.

Caleb, his chest heaving and slick with sweat, turned to face the door and called out, his voice strained but steady. "We're... fine, Gran. I'm just... helping Y/N with something. It's... it's not important."

He then glanced back at you and said "Welcome to the dark side, Pip-squeak," his voice was a cautious purr. "I hope you're ready for the ride of your life."

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“Bet you’ll break just right for me,” Abby murmured, his voice a low ripple of promise against your throat.

His gaze dropped to where your body lay beneath him—bare, flushed, already kissed and claimed by three of his brothers. But you were still trembling, still wanting. And that did something to him. It lit him up from the inside like a fuse catching flame.

His big palms settled on your hips, his thumbs stroking over the curve with quiet possession. A soft, satisfied sound escaped him, deep from his chest, as he gave your skin a subtle squeeze, like he was grounding himself in the feel of you.

Your fingers threaded into the soft waves of his pink-streaked hair, tugging gently. He didn’t flinch—if anything, he leaned into your touch like it fed something primal in him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down, your lips brushing his—barely. Just enough to tease. Just enough to make him chase.

He chased the kiss with a growl of warning, lips crashing against yours with a hunger that scattered every thought in your head. One hand clenched harder on your hip while the other braced beside your head, holding himself back even as he devoured you. His mouth moved over yours like he’d been holding back for far too long, and now that he had you, he wasn’t letting go. Not until your body remembered his touch.

You moaned into the kiss, hips instinctively rocking up to meet his weight. You were still slick, still trembling from the others—but this was different. Abby felt different. Larger. Heavier. Calmer on the surface, but brimming with something darker underneath.

And he knew it. He could smell it on you. Feel the pulse of the bond humming in your chest, too loud, too sweet to ignore.

“I see,” he muttered against your lips, voice a low drawl. “Took my brothers so sweetly—let them wreck you…and you’re still this needy?” His teeth scraped your jaw as he added with a smirk, “ You couldn’t wait for me, huh?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you nodded, helpless, mouth parted as a whimper caught in your throat. That was all he needed.

The next second, his lips left yours and found your throat, open-mouthed kisses trailing fire down your skin like worship. His fangs grazed your pulse, not biting, not yet, but the threat was there, pulsing with promise. Each nip sent sparks racing down your spine until your nails curled into his shoulder, clutching him like an anchor.

His hands slid down your back, wide and sure, fingers splaying at the curve of your spine. Then lower—gliding under until both hands cupped your ass, squeezing firmly before pulling you into him with a growl that vibrated against your collarbone. Your breath caught as your hips met, his arousal hard and unforgiving against your core.

“Feel that?” he murmured, lips brushing your throat. “That’s what you’ve been waiting for… isn’t it?”

You choked out a yes, your fingers weaving into his soft pink hair, tugging him down into another kiss, open and wet and desperate. He groaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours like he was already imagining how you'd taste when he finally—

He didn’t break the kiss.

Not right away.

His mouth moved over yours like he couldn’t get enough, like he was tasting every sound he planned to drag out of you. But even as he kissed you, even as his tongue danced against yours, his gaze never left your face. His eyes burned into you with that unflinching, unshakable heat that always made your breath catch, that knowing stare that said mine, again and again, without a single word.

Then his hand slid between your thighs.

He circled your entrance slowly, teasing you with the promise of more. Then, with one slow push, he slid a thick finger inside—stretching you open around him. Your walls clamped down, the slick heat of your body wrapping around him as you let out a broken moan.

He groaned low in his throat, leaning in to murmur against your lips, “So fucking tight... and still dripping”

Your hips answered before your voice could, rocking forward into his palm, chasing the heat of him as your body fluttered in anticipation.

His thumb moved next, finding your clit with maddening precision—slow, teasing circles that made your head fall back, lips parted, breath stuttering. Meanwhile, his finger curled inside you, knowing and patient, and dragged along your walls like he was mapping every reaction, every shiver. His free hand kept your hips steady, holding you there, making you take everything he gave you.

He watched you like he was starving, like every twitch of your body was some holy thing meant only for him.

Then came the second finger.

You gasped, a high, breathless sound as the stretch deepened, sharp and perfect. Your legs parted wider on instinct, thighs trembling as he filled you deeper. The slick sound of his fingers working you echoed in the heat-thick air, filthy and divine.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough and low. “So greedy for me… look how well you take my fingers.”

His pace stayed steady, intentional, unhurried. Like he was savoring every twitch of your body around him. His fingers pumped with that slow, devastating rhythm that had your thighs quaking, your hands fisting the sheets.

Then he angled deeper, curling again, and your whole body jolted—hips twitching upward as if drawn to him by instinct alone. He found it. That spot. That unbearable sweet place inside you.

“There,” he said, gaze dropping to where you were soaking his hand, then lifting back to your face. “Right there, huh? That’s your spot, isn’t it?”

He didn’t hold back.

His fingers moved faster now, still intentional, still precise, but no longer holding back. Every thrust stroked against your most sensitive spot, the pressure just shy of overwhelming. The wet, obscene sound of it filled the room, mixing with your broken moans and the sharp catch of your breath.

You clenched around him, hips rocking shamelessly into his palm. The friction was maddening, every drag of his knuckles making your thighs tremble, your head tipping back in surrender.

He groaned low, deep in his chest, eyes flickering between your face and where his hand was buried between your legs. “That’s it, princess… yeah, just like that,” he murmured, voice a dark purr. “So fucking good like this...”

Your lips parted around a mewl, your body already moving on its own. Hips rolling, chasing him, grinding into his palm like you could pull him deeper. Every muscle was drawn tight with tension, your breath coming in broken gasps.

“Mm, there you go,” he coaxed, his thumb circling your clit faster now, fingers curling up inside you with ruthless precision. “I need you to come again for me, sweet thing…he murmured, lips brushing your cheek like a promise. “come on, I know you’ve got more for me.”

The way he said it, like your pleasure was a gift he needed, made your chest tighten. There was something in his voice, something feral, ancient. Like you were feeding a hunger in him he’d buried deep. Like this wasn’t just sex, it was claiming.

“Yes... abby,” you panted, voice breathy and wrecked. “Harder… please—”

He huffed a breathless chuckle against your neck, his mouth dragging open kisses along your collarbone. “You don’t need to beg, princess,” he said, voice molten and possessive. “I’ll give you everything. All of me, just like you deserve.”

And he did.

His fingers moved faster, curling with devastating precision, dragging over the spot that made you cry out, again and again. Heat coiled low in your belly, pressure building fast, blinding—your body tightening like a bowstring.

Then it snapped.

Your body arched, a cry tearing from your lips as your orgasm crashed through you, fierce and all-consuming. Your muscles clamped around his fingers, fluttering with every pulse of release, your thighs quivering with overstimulation as he kept going, kept holding you through it like he couldn’t stand to stop. Your slick coated his hand, hot and glistening, soaking his knuckles and palm like a reward.

"That’s it..." Abby whispered, lips brushing your temple. "That’s my good girl. So fucking perfect…just like that."

He kept his fingers buried inside you, fucking you through it with a slow, indulgent rhythm, like he didn’t want to let go of how you felt around him. Your release shimmered across his knuckles, slick and shining.

Then he pulled his fingers from your soaked heat and brought them to his mouth. His eyes never left yours as he sucked them clean, lips parting around the mess you made of him. A deep, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest.

“As fucking delicious as I imagined,” he rasped, voice wrecked with hunger. His other hand slid up your thigh, kneading the trembling flesh with a kind of possessive care, as if your softness belonged to him now—claimed by touch alone.

His gaze flicked down your body, possessive and hungry. His cock strained beneath the fabric of his slacks, painfully hard. He hadn’t touched himself once, but just the scent of you, the sound of your pleasure, had him on the brink. Your scent was everywhere—thick, heady, sweet—and it clung to his skin like a spell, muddling his thoughts and drowning him in want.

“I wanted to be patient,” he said, voice dark and low, barely restrained. “Wanted to take care of you slow... make you feel safe, spoiled, full.” His nose brushed your cheek as he exhaled hard, the tremble in his tone betraying how close he was to snapping. “But right now... all I can think about is filling you up so deep they’ll never get your scent off me.”

In your haze, it hit you—he was still dressed from the waist down.

Your eyes dropped slowly, greedily, tracing every plane of him. The way his slacks hugged his hips, how they clung to his thighs, the soft press of muscle beneath tailored fabric—it all felt unfair. But your gaze halted at the unmistakable bulge between his legs.

Your breath caught.

Holy—

Even confined, he looked huge. Thick and heavy, resting along the side of his leg, the outline alone enough to make your mouth go dry and your cunt clench around nothing. It twitched beneath the fabric, eager, threatening, obscene. Your stomach fluttered, anticipation pooling between your thighs like heat sliding down your spine.

With trembling fingers, you reached for his belt, the soft clink of the buckle sounded too loud in the quiet. You took your time, drawing the moment out like a prayer. The zipper came down slow, the tension palpable, and his cock surged forward against the thin cotton of his boxer briefs—impossibly hard, leaking, and clearly aching.There was already a dark patch spreading near the tip, soaking through.

Your jaw dropped slightly.

He was…massive. Thicker than you imagined, longer than you could’ve guessed, the flushed head glistening with arousal even through the cotton. Your breath caught in your throat as your fingers brushed along the rigid length, barely a touch—and still he twitched hard against your palm, his body lurching like he’d been starved for it.

“Princess,” he chuckled, voice dark and husky, “you’re staring.”

He cupped your face gently, but there was something primal in the weight of his gaze—possessive, almost feral beneath the fondness.

You lifted your eyes to his, breathless, then looked back down and finally freed him from his briefs. His cock dropped heavy into your waiting hands, hot and velvety, the flushed head glistening with a bead of precum that made your lips part in wonder.

You licked your lips without thinking.

Both hands wrapped around him instinctively, unable to take him all at once. Your grip was careful at first, exploring, testing. But it didn’t stay gentle for long. The feel of him—thick, pulsing, slick with need—made your pulse roar in your ears. Your strokes grew bolder, tighter, more assured.

He let out a sound, low and guttural, like it had been ripped from somewhere deep.

That sound did something to you.

His eyes stayed locked to yours, dark and dilated. You bit your lip, drinking him in, relishing the sight of him unraveling under your touch. His hips began to subtly move with your strokes, chasing more, chasing you.

“Yes, princess,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

You smiled up at him, drunk on the feel of him, on the way his voice curled around your spine like dark velvet.

Your grip tightened, both hands working him with smooth, hungry strokes. Abby’s cock throbbed in your palms like it had its own pulse, hard and slick and hot enough to brand you. You could feel the pressure building in him—his thighs taut, his breath ragged, his shoulders trembling from the effort it took not to just take.

He was beautiful like this—head tilted back, lashes fluttering, lips parted and glossy with breath. And when you swiped your thumb over the head again, catching the frenum just right, he groaned. The low groan he let out made your thighs clench around nothing, the sound slithering down your spine like a promise.

God, you wanted him inside.

Your folds clenched around nothing, slick and needy. The ache between your thighs was unbearable now—relentless, deep, wild. The idea of having him split you open on that fat, heavy cock made your breath hitch, your vision blur with want.

All your hesitation had long since melted away. You didn’t want slow or soft anymore. You wanted him to ruin you, to take what the others had already marked and make it his.

And he knew.

Abby rasped, his hand sliding from your cheek down the column of your throat—fingers brushing the black ribbon tied there, the small silver bell trembling where it hung against your pulse. His thumb grazed it. Chime. “Collared like a good girl and still this needy. You wanna feel all of me, don’t you, princess?”

Your lips parted to answer, a soft gasp escaping instead, the sound tangled in your throat like a plea.

“Hyung!” Baby’s whine cut through the haze, loud and petulant. “You’re getting a handjob? Seriously?”

You didn’t stop.

Neither did Abby.

His hips rolled into your grip, slow and deliberate, and he didn’t even bother to look over at Baby at first. Just kept his eyes locked on you, voice low and unbothered. “Keep crying about it. I earned it.”

“Oh, please,” Baby scoffed, flopping dramatically across the couch, still shirtless, his hair an adorable mess, lips swollen and kiss-stained from the last time your mouth was on him. “You weren’t even the first in line. I literally just—mmph!”

A throw pillow smacked him in the face. 

Mystery didn’t even look up from where he was cleaning his nails with a blade. “You already got a blowjob, Baby. Shut the hell up.”

Romance gave a low chuckle, sprawled on the couch with his shirt unbuttoned, the faintest pink still lingering on his lips. “You had your turn, Baby.”

“Yeah,”  Mystery added, dry as ever. “You already came down her throat. Let him have his moment before you start wailing.”

Baby huffed and sank back against the cushions, arms crossed like a pouting prince. “Whatever. I just think it’s unfair how good she looks with his dick in her hands.”

“You think she doesn’t look good with every dick in her hands?” Romance added lazily, grinning.

“Enough.” Abby’s growl rumbled through his chest—low, gravelly, final. His hand caught your jaw, tilting your face up to him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

Your breath hitched.

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his gaze heavy, locked on yours. “They’ve had their fill. But you?” His voice dropped as he leaned in, lips ghosting just above yours. “You’re mine right now.”

The words sank into you like a brand.

You bit your lip, hand still moving, desperate now. The weight of him, the heat, the way his body tensed under your touch—you needed more.

And then the thought struck.

Sudden. Raw. Unstoppable.

You wanted him inside you. Not just his cock in your hand, but all of him—splitting you open, dragging that low, delicious ache through your core until you were wrecked and boneless and full.

Your folds clenched hard at the idea. Wet heat flooded you. You didn’t even try to hide the way your breath stuttered, or how your thighs squeezed together.

Abby saw it.

A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. He reached down, his fingers brushing against your inner thigh, feeling the tremble there. He hummed low in approval.

“Tell me what you want,” he rasped.

Your lips parted before your thoughts could even form.

“I want…” you swallowed, breath shaky, “I want to feel you—inside.”

Abby’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest, dark and knowing, his breath fanning against your throat as he leaned in. One large hand gripped the base of his cock while the other steadied you by the waist, his thumb brushing lazy, grounding circles into your skin. He rubbed the thick head of his length through your folds—slow, savoring the slick warmth that welcomed him.

You gasped at the sensation—the gliding tease of him sliding between your folds again and again, coating himself in your arousal, preparing you for the stretch he knew would follow. 

"Shhh, princess," he murmured, voice like velvet smoke, “just wanna make sure you’re ready for me. Don’t want to hurt you.”

Then, with one guiding press of his hand, he aligned your hips with his. And you felt it—the beginning. That slow, heady push as he started to ease into you.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Your body opened for him inch by aching inch, your walls clenching instinctively, the stretch thick and overwhelming. Every nerve along your spine lit up in a feverish cascade as your muscles tried to accommodate him. It was too much, too deep—but not nearly enough. You needed him all the way in.

Abby gritted his teeth, jaw tight, a rough curse slipping past his lips as your heat squeezed around him like velvet fire.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, arms tightening around you. His muscles flexed with restraint, his voice low and shaking. “You’re so fucking tight, princess…”

You could only moan, fingers curling into the hard lines of his shoulders, your thighs trembling as you slowly sank down onto him. The fullness was overwhelming, every nerve lit up, pleasure blurring into sweet, intoxicating pressure. Each inch felt impossibly deeper than the last, and he was still going.

"Gods...Abby—A-abby—" your voice cracked as you grabbed his wrist, nails digging into his skin. Your eyes were squeezed shut, heart pounding. "W-Wait—"

“Shh… just a little more,” he cooed, his voice gentling, kisses dotting your cheek, your jaw, your temple like a balm. “You’re doing so good, pretty. You’re taking me so well.”

You whimpered, breath hitching.

“I’ll make it fit… we’ll make it fit, won’t we?” His voice dropped lower, velvet and reverent. 

He rolled his hips just a fraction deeper and murmured against your ear, “Breathe, princess. Just like that… Come on, relax for me, yeah? Let me in…let me all the way in…”

You obeyed without thinking, gasping through shaky breaths, forcing your body to soften, even as your muscles spasmed from the effort. You felt like there was no way he could get deeper—

But he did.

And then he kept going until he bottomed out, the head of his cock pressing against the deepest part of you, and the sound that ripped from your throat was almost a sob.

Your head fell forward against his shoulder, your whole body trembling from the effort to contain the flood of sensation.

“That’s—” you choked out.

“All of me,” he finished for you, voice rich with dark satisfaction. His hand cradled your jaw, turning your face toward his. His eyes were burning, half-lidded, pupils blown wide. “Every inch, princess. You took it all.”

He ground his hips against you, slow and deep, just enough to remind your body what it had accepted—and your insides clenched in helpless response.

“Does it hurt?” he asked softly, voice rough and reverent, brushing his nose along your cheek.  “Tell me, pretty thing.”

Every movement proved indefinitely that he was as long as he was thick—your core stretching to accommodate him. You felt him in places you'd never felt before—moulding and carving you out just for him, digging out new space inside you that only he could occupy.

“A little—” you whispered, voice cracking. Your bell chimed faintly as your head tipped back, the delicate sound like a signal of surrender. “G-gods…”

He hissed, biting down a groan as your walls spasmed around him again. “You’re trying to kill me,” he muttered, but his tone was laced with heat—part soft worship, part barely-contained snarl. 

But your body had a mind of its own—your walls clenching again around the thick intrusion as he slid out and thrust back in harder, testing you. Stretching you. Wrecking you.

“Not helping,” he muttered under his breath, a smirk in his voice. “You’re not making this any easier on yourself, princess.”

His hips snapped forward again, sharp and punishing, forcing a cry from your lips as your thighs shook around his waist.

“I could be soft,” he continued, voice dark and laced with mock-affection. “If you’d stop clenching so tight every time I sink into you.”

Your apology came out broken between moans. “I’m—ohh—sorry—”

“Mm.” His tongue flicked against the pulse in your throat. "That's not going to make it easier, you know."

His voice curled like smoke, hot and cruel and amused, thick with the restraint it took not to ruin you then and there. But there was a grin hiding in his words—a sinful one. One that knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Your bell jingled again, sharp and high as he rocked you forward with the next thrust. He stilled for a moment, just to listen. “That sound,” Abby said softly, mouth pressed against the side of your neck. “I think it’s my new favorite song.”

“Keep clinking that little bell, princess,” he purred, his next thrust cruelly slow, “and I’ll make sure you’re too sore to walk tomorrow. Maybe the day after, too.”

The bell chimed delicately as he adjusted his grip on your thighs, and the sound made his pupils dilate. You didn’t miss the flicker of hunger across his face, like that single jingle was a call he couldn’t ignore.

He pushed in again, slow and greedy, with a grunt, pinning your knees high as his weight sank into you. His forearms bracketed your head, caging you. Your wrists gripped the sheets beneath you, knuckles white, breath stolen from your lungs as his cock filled you in one relentless slide.

You gasped, your head pressing back into the pillow, and the bell at your throat gave another soft ring.

“That’s it,” he growled above you, hips rolling. “Make that sweet sound for me.”

He kept you folded beneath him, trapped in a perfect mating press, his pace brutal and deep. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, your cunt clenching tight around him, soaking. The lewd slap of skin filled the room, tangled with your breathless moans.

"Fuck—so good…so fucking wet..." Abby hissed, eyes locked on your face as he drove into you. You flushed, the sound of him inside you wet and filthy, and he loved it. His cock dragged against your walls, hitting deep, pulling cries from you with every thrust.

“You like that?” he rasped. “Being stuffed full like this? All soft and wide open for me…greedy little thing…” 

"Ohh—yes,” you choked out between moans. "Gods—you're huge—"

“I am,” he said, not modest in the slightest, lips brushing your cheek. His hand slid to your belly, pressing down gently until you felt him from the inside, thick and impossibly deep. He slowed then, thrusts long and slow and cruelly controlled, forcing you to feel every inch he gave you.

“That’s how deep I am,” he whispered. “Right here, princess. Your little body taking all of me like it’s mine...”

The bell trembled again as you arched, crying out helplessly. Abby grunted, sweat dripping down his neck as he held you tighter, his chest brushing yours.

Then his fingers found your clit.

You flinched at the contact, already too sensitive, already spiraling. He rubbed you slow, circular, precise. His gaze devoured every twitch of your body.

"Can...fuck—can I cum in you?"  he asked, his voice suddenly softer but no less commanding.  "Fuck—let me cum in you...in this pretty little cunt.."

Without waiting, he shifted.

With a grunt, he shifted your legs up, folding you tighter. His hands slid under your thighs, lifting them until they rested on his shoulders. The new angle made you gasp—his cock drove in deeper, thick and brutal, hitting something devastating inside you. Your back arched, thighs twitching uncontrollably as your cunt clamped down around him, milking him with each desperate pulse.

“Ohh—fuck, that's it,” he rasped, jaw tight. “This sweet little thing’s choking me. You feel that? You’re dripping—gripping me like you don’t wanna let go.”

Your hands shot out to grab the sheets, but you didn’t make it. His arm wrapped around your waist, locking you in place like he knew you’d try to run from the pleasure. You cried out, the bell ringing high as your body trembled beneath the pressure of him.

He kept going—deep, slow, breaking you open with every roll of his hips, each thrust deliberate and filthy. His cock dragged inside you, thick and pulsing, your nerves stretched tight with overwhelming bliss. You were unraveling around him, every stroke pushing you closer to something unbearable.

You sobbed out something—half his name, half a plea—and your climax hit again, brutal and hot. Your cunt throbbed around him, spasming with each wave, pulling him deeper as your body begged for it. It felt like forever—pleasure tearing through your nerves, your mind blank, body wrecked.

Abby cursed under his breath, losing rhythm for a second as you clenched around him. “Fuck—fuck, princess, I’m gonna—shit—”

And then he came.

With a rough cry, he slammed deep and held there, cock buried to the hilt as you felt the heat of him spilling inside. His body shuddered, sweat slick down his back, and his hand gripped your thigh—

—and then his mouth latched onto the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

You screamed his name as his fangs sank in, the bite sharp, possessive, final. It sent another aftershock through you, your body clenching hard around him. The bell jingled one last time before falling still, your whole form trembling under his weight.

And then he shifted.

You felt it in the heat that burst off his skin, in the sudden, primal hitch of his breath. A raw pulse of something ancient rippled through him, and then his body changed. Horns curled forward from his crown, his golden eyes igniting with an eerie glow that cast shadows across your skin. Jagged black marks split through his cheeks, pulsing with the same power glowing from the fresh bite on your thigh.

His voice, when it came, was feral. Low and guttural. Possessive to the point of madness.

He licked over the mark slowly, reverently, his tongue hot against your skin. Saliva slicked his lips, glinting faintly in the dark as he lifted his head to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, the demon in him thrumming just beneath the surface.

It wasn’t fading—it was awake, and it was in love.

The fourth mark pulsed beneath your skin like a vow etched in fire—hot, glowing, eternal.

“You’re mine now,” Abby growled, voice like a vow.

His cock twitched deep inside you again, like it knew, like even your body had accepted it—him—irrevocably. And still, he didn’t pull out. Didn’t ease away. He curled around you tighter, as though to shield his prize from the world.

And then, quieter—rougher, like a secret he didn’t mean to say out loud

“I love you.”

A beat passed. His body was shaking faintly with it, the pressure of the words almost too much to contain.

His hand caressed your cheek, gentle and reverent. It should’ve felt tender, but the burn in his eyes made it dangerous.

"You belong to me now," he whispered, forehead pressed against yours. "I’ll carve it into the bones of anyone who thinks otherwise."

He kissed your jaw slowly, then lower, your throat, your collarbone. As if he was memorizing every inch of you all over again. Like he had to.

His voice cracked then—still low, still dark—but something raw had bled into it. A terrifying kind of love that dug its claws into every word.

“I want your heart,” he growled, a kiss punctuating each word, “your soul. Your forever.”

He dragged his mouth back up, meeting your dazed eyes, his own burning with gold and ruin.

“And if I have to bleed the world dry to keep you…” His hand cupped your cheek, almost tender. Almost. “I will.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before he pulled out, you gasped softly at the sensation, the emptiness somehow sharper than the stretch had been. Your thighs trembled as slick heat slipped down them, the thick mix of their release and yours dripping to the sheets.

Abby stayed hovering over you for a second longer, catching his breath, eyes still glazed from the high. His muscles were taut, chest rising and falling in uneven waves.

He reached blindly behind him for the boxers Romance had tossed earlier. They hit his back with a lazy thwack, and he let out a low breathless laugh, teeth flashing as he caught them one-handed and dragged them up his thighs.

“Thanks” he muttered, still drunk on you.

Romance, leaning casually against the dresser, had his arms crossed over his chest but his eyes never left you. “She needs water,” he said softly, voice gentle now, as if the whole room needed to adjust back to something slower, safer.

"I got it," Abby said, already on his feet. He turned and vanished into the kitchen, still glowing faintly from the shift. You could see the edges of the demonic marks curling along his spine like black vines—remnants of the power still clinging to him. His devotion still thick in the air.

Your body felt boneless, too full, too raw, too claimed to move. You could still feel the phantom echo of him inside you. Of all of them.

Jinu—who’d been silently watching from the corner with his usual unreadable calm—stepped forward now, smoothing your damp hair away from your cheek. “Shower,” he said quietly, his voice impossibly gentle. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”

You blinked up at him slowly, still dazed.

That’s when Abby returned, crouching at the edge of the bed with a bottle of water already opened. He tipped it toward your lips carefully, one hand cupping the back of your neck to help you drink.

“Easy,” he said. “Slow sips, baby”

You drank, throat working as the cool water soothed the burn in your lungs. Abby’s eyes stayed on you the entire time, something dangerous still flickering in the gold.

Abby pressed a kiss to your temple before standing. The bed dipped as Mystery, smoothed a soft blanket around your bare shoulders, tucking it gently under your arms. You clung to it instinctively, shivering from more than just the cool air.

Warm fingers brushed your throat.

“Mm,” someone hummed, amused, adoring. “Still wearing this?”

You blinked, and there was Baby, his hand resting lightly at the base of your throat. His thumb caressed the thin black ribbon that still held the silver bell you’d dared to tease them with.

“You were such a good little thing,” he said, voice low, soft, and laced with something darker. “But this...” His fingers tugged gently, drawing the bell from your neck with a faint chime. “This belongs to us now.”

The bell disappeared into his hand. He didn’t toss it aside—no, he pocketed it. As if it was sacred. As if it still held the sound of your surrender.

The others moved around you in quiet, tender chaos. One wiped between your legs with a warm cloth. Another kissed your ankle before slipping it into the folds of the blanket. It was overwhelming—their touch, their care, the way they hovered like shadows ready to defend and worship in the same breath.

The blanket was pulled tighter around your shoulders as Jinu scooped you up effortlessly. You clung to the edge, flushed and exposed even under layers, but he didn’t look away—not once. 

“You’re safe,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

Jinu cradled you in his arms, walking with quiet, reverent steps toward the bathroom as if he were carrying something precious. And to him, you were. The soft drip of water from the previous shower echoed in the distance, but the only thing you could hear was his heartbeat—steady, strong, and just a little too fast.

“You look absolutely fucked out,” he murmured, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he glanced down at you.

You groaned, rolling your eyes without any heat. “Wow. Thanks. I didn’t know.”

That earned a real smile—small, a little sheepish, but no less beautiful.

“That was… intense,” he added softly, brushing some damp hair from your face with his knuckles. “After you shower, I could get you some painkillers. Help with the soreness.” His tone dipped, quiet and concerned, as he gently lowered you to your feet. “Can you stand?”

The second he loosened his grip, your knees buckled.

You grasped onto his arm, fingers curling into his bicep as you swayed. “I guess not,” he chuckled, answering his own question as he steadied you again, one hand sliding instinctively to your waist.

Your fingers curled into his warm skin. “Mind helping me out?” you asked sweetly, tilting your head with a girlish smile.

Heat surged up the back of his neck, blooming across his ears. You still had that effect on him—no matter how many times you’d touched, kissed, whispered his name in the dark. His breath hitched as he looked at you, soaked in love and ruin, asking him for help like you didn’t already own him completely.

“…You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, half under his breath.

But he moved anyway.

His fingers slid to his belt, metal clinking softly before he undid it with practiced ease. You didn’t look away. The moment he pushed his pants and boxers down, his cock sprang free—already thick, flushed, and visibly aching for you. The pink tip glistened, leaking precum steadily as if it missed the feel of you already.

And you didn’t make it easier for him.

You let the blanket drop from your shoulders like a dare, revealing all of you—skin kissed red, marked, glowing faintly from the last bond. Then you leaned forward slowly, your bare chest brushing against his torso, and the soft friction of your skin against his made him groan low and sharp.

His hands flew to your thighs again, gripping harder this time.

“Don’t tempt me,” he warned, voice low, almost shaking.

“You already promised to help me,” you whispered, teasing.

He swept you up without another word, stepping carefully into the tub with you wrapped around him. You melted into him, your spine pressed against Jinu’s chest as he stepped carefully into the warm water with you in his arms. The tub embraced you both in soothing heat, steam curling around your bodies like a veil. You sighed softly, lids fluttering, your cheek resting against his damp shoulder. Your limbs felt boneless, your body heavy in the best way.

The scent of him mingling with the warmth as his lips brushed your shoulder—soft, reverent. Like he couldn’t not kiss you. Like even this moment was a privilege he was barely surviving.

“You were… incredible,” he murmured between kisses, each word thick with awe. “The way you took all of them. Let them mark you. You were made for us, weren’t you?”

You let out a soft laugh, turning your face toward his neck, and he caught your cheek in a gentle kiss. His lips followed the line of your jaw—featherlight, slow—until you were shivering, not from cold, but from the sheer tenderness of it.

“You don’t even know what it did to me,” he whispered. “Watching you give yourself to them, one after the other, like your body knew it belonged to us. I nearly lost my mind.”

His teeth scraped lightly against your skin before he soothed the spot with his tongue. You let out a soft sound, hips shifting slightly beneath the water.

Then his hands began to move.

He reached for the soap with one hand while the other stayed wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him. His hands swept over your back and shoulders with practiced care, fingertips pressing gently into the sore spots, kneading the tightness from your muscles.

You moaned before you could help it, a quiet, dreamy sound. “Feels good, Jinu…”

He froze for half a second.

Then his breath hitched, and a flush spread across his face and down his neck like wildfire.

God, that voice.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice rough and low. His thumbs pressed into your flesh there, possessive and reverent, and he couldn’t help the way he leaned forward, brushing his lips to your shoulder. One kiss. Then another. Gentle, then lingering, open-mouthed and hot.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered, like your name alone was enough to undo him. “Let me take care of you…”

You barely had time to respond before you felt his hand move—slow and sure—guiding down your belly. You gasped as his fingers slid between your thighs beneath the water, finding your soft, swollen heat. He rubbed slow circles against your clit, the touch maddeningly gentle, as if he wanted to tease pleasure out of you rather than take it all at once.

At the same time, his other hand cupped your breast from behind, thumb brushing over your nipple with delicate care. It sent a ripple of heat straight through your core, your body instinctively arching back into him.

You melted against him, lips parted, a low whimper escaping before you could stop it. And he groaned behind you, like your pleasure undid him more than his own ever could.

You jolted as something brushed against your ankle beneath the water.

It wasn’t his hand.

You looked down through the swirling clouds of steam and bubbles, heart fluttering as something coiled delicately around your leg, warm and alive.

“…Jinu?” you whispered, uncertain. “What was…?”

He stilled behind you.

Oh.

Oh.

You remembered now—Romance had one when he marked you. At the time, you thought it was some rare fluke, something brought on by the intensity of the bond, but now…

“You… have a tail?” you asked breathlessly, turning your head as much as you could.

Jinu flushed behind you, the tips of his ears glowing pink even as his fingers didn’t stop moving between your thighs. “We all do,” he admitted, voice a little hoarse. 

“They come out when we’re close,” Jinu murmured, his tail slowly winding higher, stroking up your thigh in a lazy curl. “When the bond starts pulling too hard. When we stop holding back.”

Your heart thudded.

“And now?” you asked softly, your voice barely a breath.

His lips pressed to your temple. “Now it’s harder than ever to stop,” he whispered, fingers sliding deeper between your folds, stroking you with devastating patience. “Because you’ve already taken all four of them. You let them mark you. You let them in.”

You shivered as his tail wrapped snugly around your thigh, holding you open just enough.

“I watched you fall for them,” he continued, his voice raw with reverence and heat. “Watched you give and give and break for them. And all I could do was wait for my turn.”

You turned your head slightly, catching his eyes—dark with hunger and devotion and something older than time.

“It’s your turn now,” you whispered.

His tail tightened just a little, like it understood before he even spoke.

Jinu’s breath was hot against your shoulder, his mouth barely brushing your skin as his hand continued its slow, maddening rhythm between your legs. But it was the sensation below that shattered your focus—the firm, warm press at your entrance that wasn’t his hand, or his cock.

It was his tail.

You whimpered, the sound half-shocked, half-helpless, as your body reacted on instinct. Nerves fired wildly, your thighs twitching with the need to close around something—around him—but Jinu only shushed you gently, his voice low and thick.

The tip of his tail pulsed softly, like it had a heartbeat of its own. It didn’t push in—not yet. It waited. Testing. Learning the shape of your hesitation and teasing it apart with patience honed from centuries of restraint. Your body trembled, every part of you tuned to that singular sensation—the stretch of pressure, the slow build of heat, the deliberate not yet that made you ache.

“Jinu—” you gasped, but the words dissolved into a moan when his tail slid in.

Not rushed. Not rough.

Just one smooth, claiming push that filled you with the thick, pulsing length of it. You clung to his forearm, nails digging in as your head fell back against his shoulder.

“Oh my god—”

“I know,” he breathed, his mouth brushing your cheek. “I know, baby. Just let me in.”

The stretch was maddening—just shy of overwhelming. It wasn’t just the size, though it was thick enough to have your thighs trembling—but the way it moved. Each slow retreat dragged against every sensitive nerve inside you, like it knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to ruin.

And then it pushed back in deep, making your breath stutter, your hips jolt forward on instinct.

Jinu held you steady.

“That’s it,” he purred. “You’re doing so good for me. Let me feel you… just like that.”

His tail curled ever so slightly inside you, stroking your walls with a sinuous rhythm that had your toes curling. You were already so sensitive, so far gone but all he did was hold you, touch you, worship you like he had all the time in the world. He couldn’t stop. Not when you sounded so sweet, not when your body was singing for him.

Then, his finger slipped inside you.

You gasped, and Jinu growled low in response, the sound vibrating against your back as his lips ghosted the shell of your ear.

“Gods… you're so warm,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with reverence, almost dazed. “So wet for me.”

Each thrust of his thick finger hit just right, curling in that way that made your toes curl, that had you gripping his thigh behind you for balance. He added another with a soft, encouraging whisper, and the stretch made you moan, your walls fluttering helplessly around the intrusion.

You could feel the slow, delicious grind of his hips against you, the hard press of his leaking cock flush to your ass, throbbing in time with your racing heart. The air between you turned molten, every movement making you more sensitive, more desperate. His fingers glided in and out, coated in your slick, the sound so wet, so filthy, it made your cheeks burn.

His tail didn’t let up. It never did. That smooth, teasing pressure on your clit, light, then firm, then featherlight again, kept you teetering on the edge, gasping and whining, your hips moving without permission.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Jinu whispered, kissing down the curve of your shoulder, his breath hot on your skin. “Let go for me. I need to feel you lose it, just for me.”

As your release built to its peak, he leaned in, capturing your mouth with his. His lips moved over yours with hungry devotion, swallowing your moans as you shattered in his hands. You clenched around his fingers, your thighs shaking, your whole body curling into him as the pleasure took you under.

He didn't pull away, not once. As you rode out the waves of your climax, his tail slowed, his fingers stayed buried inside, and his mouth moved to your jaw, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he could press a kiss. You barely noticed your soft whimpers until he soothed them with a quiet hum, rubbing your clit in soft, loving circles to help you down gently.

“You did so well,” he breathed, rubbing his nose into the crook of your neck, his voice thick with awe. “My perfect girl.”

Your body was still fluttering, trembling from the high he’d coaxed out of you with nothing but his hands and that devilish tail. Slick and breathless, you were barely aware of your own limbs, your mind clouded in the warm haze of overstimulation.

But Jinu wasn’t done.

He turned you gently, reverently, like he was handling something fragile and sacred. His lips met yours with a softness that made your heart twist—a contrast to the way he’d just unraveled you. He kissed you slow, like he needed it, like he was grounding himself in the taste of your pleasure.

Then his lips traveled lower, trailing kisses down your jaw, across your collarbone, until his mouth found your breast. He latched on without warning, the wet heat of his tongue making you arch with a gasp. He groaned at the taste of you, like it only made him hungrier. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pushing him closer, guiding him, needing him to take more as he sucked your nipple like he was trying to drink the heat from your skin.

You whimpered, already too sensitive, your hips twitching against him.

He pulled off with a wet pop and looked up at you, eyes blown wide and dark. “Think you can give me one more?” he asked softly, like a coaxed secret, voice sticky-sweet and sinful. “Just one more, baby.”

Your breath caught. “Jinu... I— I don’t know...”

He kissed your jaw, your cheek, your lips, smothering you in warmth and wanting.  “C’mon, baby,” he cooed against your ear, the sound of it sending a ripple of need down your spine. “Just one more...for me.”

Jinu grabbed the base of his cock, his abs flexing as he tapped it against your clit—once, twice, three times.

Each brush of his tip made you jolt, your thighs twitching at the overstimulated sparks that shot up your spine. He smirked, gaze fixed on the way your body responded to him so perfectly. So eagerly.

He lifted you carefully, steady hands guiding your hips. You could feel the heavy press of his cock nudging between your folds—thick, hot, already leaking. 

Inch by inch, he filled you. Your walls stretched around him, hot and slick, molding to his shape like your body had been made for his alone.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, eyes fluttering shut as your hips met his. He bottomed out inside you with a low, shaky breath against your ear. He hissed through his teeth, holding still just to breathe through it—just to savor the feel of you wrapped around him again.

“S-so full…” you moaned, the sound trembling as your fingers curled around his shoulders for support.

He shifted you gently, your back pressing against the tiled wall of the tub for better leverage. His cock pushed even deeper now, the head nudging your cervix with each thrust. You gasped, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Your walls clenched helplessly around him, fluttering with each slow, devastating stroke. He wasn’t rushing. No—he was savoring it. Savoring you. Your cunt wept around him, slick and dripping, already a mess from how much he’d teased and filled you before. His precum smeared your insides, and the glide was so slick, so hot, it bordered on unbearable.

“Jinu—Jinu, please,” you gasped, barely able to hold your own weight as his balls slapped against your ass, heavy and hot with every thrust. His hips snapped forward just as his mouth latched around your nipple again, tongue flicking, lips suckling, pulling soft gasps from you that only seemed to feed his hunger.

You were falling apart, unraveling from the inside out.

“Hnghh… love your cock, Jinu. G-gonna cum…” you whimpered, voice breaking, head tipped back against the wall. Your thighs trembled around his waist, gripping him tighter as your body betrayed you, clenching around him with desperate, greedy pulses.

Jinu pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes glowing now—otherworldly, dark, burning. His voice was a low growl against your chest, still lapping at the sensitive skin of your tits. “It’s okay, baby. You can cum. Give it to me. Let me feel you...”

The room shimmered around him.

His tail slithered up your thigh like a velvet rope, curling around your waist, gripping you tight as if anchoring you to him. You gasped, clinging to his shoulders just as two horns pushed through his dark hair, curling up like obsidian crowns. His body pulsed with heat, muscles thicker now, radiating that demonic energy that always made your soul quiver.

“Mine,” he growled—and sank his fangs into the curve of your neck.

A strangled moan broke from your lips as your whole body locked up, cunt squeezing him so tight it knocked the breath out of both of you. Your orgasm hit hard and fast—your vision going white as your body squirted around his cock, hot and messy, painting his thighs and the space between you in sinful wetness. You were panting, twitching, barely holding on.

Your hands flew to his horns, gripping them like handles as your orgasm wracked through you.

Jinu growled low in your ear, his thrusts faltering, rough now—drunk on your release. “That’s it, good girl… fuck, you’re perfect.”

You were still shaking, breathless and raw, when you whimpered against his throat, “Please... please fill me up… need it…need all of you.”

His hips slammed into you one last time as he groaned—loud and filthy and broken. You felt the first pulse of his release deep inside, thick and hot, flooding your sensitive walls. He held you there, locked to him, his entire body pressed flush as he emptied himself inside you with heavy, panting breaths.

“Shit…” he hissed, resting his forehead against yours. “You feel too good...”

The bathroom was quiet, save for the uneven drag of your breaths and the soft splash of water sloshing against the edge of the tub. Steam clung to your skin. So did he.

・・・・・​​⟢​​・・・・・​​⟢

Your body was warm, soaked in afterglow and bath steam, trembling slightly as you sat on the edge of the bathroom counter. The marble was cool beneath your thighs, but Jinu’s hands were warmer. Gentle. Devoted.

He stood between your legs with a towel draped over his shoulder, slowly patting your hair dry with another. But his focus kept drifting—his lips pressing soft, reverent kisses to your temple, then your jaw, then down the line of your throat. He couldn’t seem to stop. And you didn’t want him to.

Your legs were loose around his waist, thighs barely twitching with the residual pleasure, body humming from being so full, so taken, so thoroughly claimed. His mark burned faintly against your neck—still fresh, still throbbing—and your other marks were pulsing like matching beats beneath your skin. 

Five. 

Five marks. 

All five of them now carved into your soul.

His hands slid up your sides, smoothing over skin like he was sculpting you into memory. Every inch he touched made you sigh, too exhausted to speak but too enchanted to pull away.

You blinked slow, body sagging against his as your head lolled on his shoulder. You were tired, blissed-out, sensitive, but the love pouring from his every touch kept you tethered to the moment. Safe. Worshiped. Owned.

“My beautiful girl,” he murmured. “You did so good.”

You blinked slowly, lips parted in a hazy pout. “M’tired…”

“I know, baby.” He smiled against your shoulder. “We’ll take care of everything.”

The door creaked open behind him.

You didn’t flinch—but Jinu’s eyes flicked over his shoulder with a knowing smirk.

Romance stepped in—barefoot, shirtless, the demon glow still faint behind his eyes. His eyes found you immediately, and his expression melted into something warm and wicked all at once.

You could feel the heat of his gaze slide over your body—your thighs still parted around Jinu’s waist, the way your skin bore the faint, blooming shades of all five of their touches. The marks. The exhaustion. The complete surrender.

Romance’s lips parted like he forgot how to breathe.

“Sweetheart,” he crooned, voice honeyed and low, “You look like something out of a dream.”

Your lashes fluttered. “Romance…”

He moved to your side, hand cupping your cheek as he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “You need your teeth brushed,” he murmured, mock-scolding, the edge of his smile curling against your skin. “And moisturizer, or your pretty face’s gonna dry out.”

Jinu snorted. “She can barely hold her head up.”

“Then we’ll hold it for her.” Romance’s voice dropped, gentle but firm, already reaching for the toothbrush.

Between the two of them, you were weightless. Jinu kept you steady, an arm around your back, while Romance tapped your chin lightly, smirking when your mouth fell open without question.

You let him brush your teeth, he tilted your chin up, the cool bristles grazing your gums—soft, rhythmic, intimate. Your eyes fluttered shut as his knuckles brushed your lips, as if each pass was meant to remind you how delicate you were in their hands.

A soft whine slipped from your throat before you could bite it back.

Jinu chuckled low against your ear. “She likes it.”

Romance didn’t even look up, just smirked as he reached for the towel. “Of course she does. She’s ours now. She needs to be spoiled.” He rinsed you with gentle hands, brushing water away from your lips with his thumb like he couldn’t resist touching your mouth again.

Then he turned to the sink, drying his hands with deliberate grace before pumping moisturizer into his palms. He stepped back to you with that same calm, predatory patience that always made your breath catch.

His fingers pressed into your cheeks, your forehead, the slope of your nose—each touch like a kiss, slow and affectionate. He knew exactly how to work your skin, but it wasn’t really about the skincare. It was the way his thumbs lingered under your eyes, the way he held your face like you were precious glass.

“Such a good girl,” Romance whispered, leaning in to nuzzle your nose. “Letting us take care of you like this…”

Your breath hitched, a sleepy moan in your throat as your legs curled around Jinu’s waist, instinctive and needy. Jinu pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

・・・・・​​⟢​​・・・・・​​⟢

Jinu carried you into the bedroom like you were something breakable and irreplaceable. His grip was firm, cradling you close to his chest, your legs wrapped loosely around his waist, your cheek resting against his collarbone. The oversized shirt you wore barely clung to one shoulder, your panties hidden beneath the hem. But they all knew what was under there now.

What was theirs.

Jinu whispered something in a low, gravelly hum, but you didn’t catch it. Your head tilted against his collarbone, lids heavy.

Romance walked beside him, his hand ghosting down your thigh as if he couldn’t stop touching you—even just a little. The moment they stepped into the bedroom, the rest of the boys looked up. The air shifted.

The lights in the bedroom were dim, casting golden shadows across the space where the others waited. The bed looked impossibly wide, the sheets already rumpled from where the boys had sprawled out—waiting for you like a dream that hadn’t ended yet.

Jinu climbed into the center of the bed and settled with you in his lap, your body draped across him. You blinked sleepily, lashes fluttering as warmth surrounded you on all sides. The others gathered close.

Romance was the first to lean in, his lips brushing yours softly. “Sleepwell, baby,” he murmured, eyes hooded.

Mystery lean in next, brushing your hair back with fingers that lingered, almost reverent. “Sleep tight, pretty thing,” he murmured, and kissed you softly on the lips—slow, unhurried, his thumb brushing your jaw like a promise. You sighed into it, lips parting under his, and his smile curved dark and sweet. “Good girl.”

Baby was next. He climbed over with a grin that didn’t quite hide the hunger in his eyes. “Dream about us,” he whispered, voice husky and low, before stealing a kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. He sucked on your bottom lip for just a moment too long, then pulled back with a cocky hum. 

Abby didn’t say anything at all. Just pressed his forehead to yours, nose brushing yours, then caught your mouth in a kiss that was firm, slow, and completely his.

And Jinu.

He held your face with both hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as he kissed you so sweetly your chest ached. Not rushed. Not greedy. Just full of something deep and ancient, something that made you feel like no one would ever be able to take you from him. “Ours,” he whispered. “Sleep, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

You sighed and melted against him, breath evening out as sleep pulled you under. Heavy, full, complete. Their scents, their warmth, their touches were all around you. You didn’t even hear the phone buzz.

But they did.

The screen lit up with your work contact.

The ringtone sliced through the silence.

None of them moved.

Jinu's eyes narrowed.

Baby tilted his head toward the phone, nose wrinkling like he smelled something rotten. “Is that work again?”

“She just fell asleep,” Romance said flatly, without even looking. “They can wait.”

Jinu scoffed, a low and disdainful breath against your crown. “They think they still have access to her.”

“She’s ours,” Abby growled. His fangs peeked into view. “They don’t get to drag her away from us like she’s theirs.”

Mystery chuckled darkly from the foot of the bed, eyes glinting as he leaned over and clicked the phone’s power button—silencing it without a single word.

One by one, they smirked.

A flicker of gold burned through their irises. Subtle at first. Then brighter. Unmistakable. Their pupils sharpened to slits. Fangs glinted from between parted lips. The careful illusion they wore for the world peeled back like mist.

Demons. All of them. And now, without question, your demons.

It was finally complete.

You were theirs.

No more flirting around the edge of it. No more pretending they were letting you choose. Your body was curled into them. Your scent coated their skin. Your heart—too soft, too stubborn—had already surrendered.

Mystery bit down on his lower lip, letting his fangs sink in for just a second as he drank you in. “She doesn't even realize what she's done to us, does she?”

“She doesn’t need to,” Jinu whispered, tracing small circles into your hip. “We’ll show her. Every day. Every night.”

Another hum of silence followed.

You shifted slightly in your sleep, your face nuzzling into Jinu’s bare chest, sighing in complete trust.

And just like that, something feral flickered beneath their calm.

Their smirks widened.

Golden eyes burned brighter.

Abby cracked his neck slowly, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. He exhaled, voice low and final as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. “Tomorrow,” he murmured darkly, climbing in behind you with the slow grace of something lethal and ancient, “we’re not going anywhere.”

The bed dipped as Baby slid in on the opposite side, one knee propped like a prince in his rightful place. He leaned in close, his bare shoulder brushed yours deliberately as he shifted closer, his fingers teasing along your thigh beneath the blankets.

“Schedule’s canceled,” he said lazily, though his tone had teeth. “Manager or not, she’s not lifting a single finger tomorrow. Except maybe…” His fingers tapped gently at your hip, then slipped away. “…to cling to us.”

Romance leaned forward, his hand brushing down your back. “She wants to take care of us.” He chuckled under his breath, soft but heated. “Sweet thing doesn’t realize we’d burn the world to see her rest. She doesn’t need to run herself ragged when she belongs here with us.”

“And now,” Jinu whispered, lowering his head to kiss your hair, “she finally will.”

The bed creaked with shifting weight as they all settled closer, the room glowing dimly with the golden fire of their eyes and the unmistakable, smoldering certainty in their bodies.

You were asleep, blissfully unaware of what had just been sealed in the room.

But they knew.

They felt it.

No more teasing. No more letting you pretend this was something temporary.

You were claimed.

You were theirs now.

And they weren’t letting go.

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[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

sylus's blushes when you kiss his face.

you did not know what came over you. maybe it was a burst of cuteness aggression, or a overwhelming sense of longing, but one moment you were both reading peacefully on his unfairly comfortable bed, and the next you were pouncing on him like some feral cat.

you whined as you kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw, your heart exhilarating at the sound of his deep laugh running free. his hand abandoned the book he was reading to clutch at your waist, his crimson eyes closing as you peppered his entire face with insatiable little kisses.

his breath hitched as he felt your teeth chomping down on his cheek, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing at the hungry growling sound you imited.

your arms wrapped around him, snuggling into his jawline as you cooed. he could feel your adoration, how could he not when you held him so? his own arms tugged you closer, head tilting down to breath heavily on your shoulder, nose nuzzling to the side of your neck.

“i love you so much,” you kissed his cheek, cupping his face lovingly, so gently. he felt a shudder ran through his body, his neck tickling from your wandering touch.

crimson gaze hazy and full of adoration. messy silver hair and relaxed eyebrows. lips parted so temptingly and cheeks flushed like cherries.

“mine,” you breathed with certain clarity, your eyes devouring him in every sense of the world.

sylus felt like melting into a puddle. such mushy feelings should be considered illegal. it wasn't until you touched your forehead with his that he realised he was panting, staring at you with longing.

he hummed, deep but weakly, for the pain in his chest felt deliriously addictive. “yours,” he rasped out, holding you warmly and close. “i adore you, my beloved.”

and the kiss on his lips was soft and lingering, as if you could feel the tightness of his chest, as if you could physically see the love brewed between you and him.

[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

Bound to Them

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 7.2 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬

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𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔.𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍/𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔), 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 (18+)

—𝑬𝒎𝒓𝒚𝒔 🩷

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You would’ve blushed if you weren’t already flushed head to toe. Baby knelt between your spread thighs—completely bare, visibly trembling with need. For you. Because of you.

Your gaze drifted, drinking in every inch of him. His skin looked almost ethereal under the low light, a little translucent where the sweat clung to him, catching on the sharp cut of his abs and the curve of his ribs. Strands of his blue hair were damp and curling, plastered to his forehead. Droplets slid down his chest, trailing lower, lower…

His cock stood heavy between his legs, long and veiny, flushed a dark, desperate pink. The skin looked painfully tight around the base, his tip glistening with thick, pearlescent precum that gathered and spilled slowly. It twitched under your gaze. You swallowed, breath catching at the sight of it.

He noticed. Of course he always did.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he curled his hand around the base of his cock, pumping himself with lazy, deliberate strokes—like he knew exactly what it was doing to you. “You’ve already seen it, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice warm and laced with teasing. “Tasted it too, remember? No use acting shy now.”

Your face burned as you instinctively glanced away, caught like a thief with your hand in the cookie jar.

But his palm found your cheek, warm and gentle as he turned your head back to him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he whispered, thumb brushing your skin. “I like when you look.”

You giggled through the haze of heat, your body still soft and buzzing from the orgasms they’d already pulled from you tonight. The air was thick with their scent, their warmth, their presence. And you—spread open, loved, cherished—felt nothing but safe. Held. Worshipped.

The emotion bubbled up too fast to stop. You reached for Baby, arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as you pulled him into a hug, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Your chest tightened, tears pricking at your eyes. The rush of oxytocin, the weight of the moment—it cracked you open.

“Hey,” he whispered, surprised. But he didn’t hesitate—his arms wrapped around you tight, grounding you with the weight of him. His cock pressed against your stomach, leaving hot, wet streaks across your skin.

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, voice small and trembling from the storm of hormones still crashing through your bloodstream.

“I love you,” you whispered against his skin, the words quiet and unguarded, but undeniable.

His breath caught. Then a low chuckle rumbled through his chest—a sound full of affection and something darker underneath. He hugged you tighter, almost possessive now, like you were something fragile and precious that he’d never let go of again.

“I love you too,” he murmured, voice rough with something ancient and reverent. Then it dropped lower, edged with heat. “So remember that, sweetheart…”

He leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, and you saw the shift happen.

His usual stormy irises bled into glowing gold, his pupils narrowing into slits. Demon marks bloomed across his cheeks and shoulders, glowing faintly like constellations against his sweat-slicked skin. Power shimmered beneath the surface of his body like it was waiting to be unleashed.

“Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

Then Baby kissed you like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life.

His mouth moved over yours with slow-burning hunger, devouring you sweetly, endlessly, like he had all the time in the world—and every second of it belonged to you. His thumb stroked under your jaw, coaxing your lips wider, deeper, and when his tongue slipped inside, it was a tease first... then a promise. He tasted you like a man who knew you were his.

Your body melted into the bed, still trembling with aftershocks. But Baby—he was steady. Anchoring. Addictive.

When he finally pulled away, it was with a soft, slick sound and a breathless, almost drunk chuckle against your lips.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he murmured, his voice thick, honeyed with heat. 

Before you could answer, he was already moving—hands sliding down your sides with a kind of reverence that made your breath hitch. Then, effortlessly, he flipped you onto your stomach.

The gasp that left you was muffled by the pillow, your pulse skipping wildly as the cool air kissed your newly exposed skin. Your thighs instinctively pressed together, but his hands were already there—palming your hips, spreading you open.

“Fuck, look at you…” Baby breathed, the reverence in his voice laced with something rougher now. Need. Claim. Hunger.

You felt his gaze like a touch, dragging down the curve of your spine. His fingers followed, painting a trail of heat over your skin as he straddled your thighs, settling his weight lightly against you. Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades. Another just above the dip of your lower back. And another—lower still.

He exhaled like he was worshipping.

Then his hands found your ass, and his palms molded to the flesh like they were made to. He squeezed softly at first, groaning low in his throat.

“So pretty,” he murmured. “So fucking soft.”

You whimpered into the sheets, the muscles in your thighs twitching under his touch. You were already wet again, breath coming in shallow bursts. You could feel his cock against the back of your thigh—hard, heavy, leaking. But he didn’t rush. Baby never rushed when it came to you.

He massaged one cheek, then the other, slow and steady. His thumbs circled into the muscle like he was mapping you, relearning you, worshipping every inch. And when he spread you open just enough to look… a low groan vibrated from his chest.

“You’re dripping,” he rasped, the hunger in his voice sharpened now. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Needed to feel me right here…”

He kissed the back of your thigh, then trailed his lips up until they reached the base of your spine.

“You’re so damn perfect,” he whispered, resting his forehead against your skin for a moment, like he was collecting himself. “I don’t ever wanna let another soul see you like this. Not even in their dreams.”

Smack.

His hand came down, hard and sharp, the sound cracking through the thick air like lightning.

You gasped—hips jolting, thighs flexing. But the sting bloomed into heat almost instantly, warm and aching, and your body betrayed you.

You clenched around nothing.

Baby’s breath hitched audibly. His fingers stilled for a beat. Then he laughed—low, breathless, aroused. Dark amusement curling in his throat.

“…Oh?” he murmured, trailing his palm across the reddened skin, fingertips grazing the dip beneath. “What was that, sweetheart...?” His fingers slid lower, between your thighs, brushing over your slick heat with practiced ease. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

You tried to muffle the sound building in your throat, burying your face in the sheets. But it was no use. He could feel everything.

He leaned closer, mouth near your ear, voice a velvet rasp. “Don’t hide it. I want it all. All your sounds, all your reactions.” Another spank—firmer this time. “Every. Single. One.”

You moaned again, thighs trembling. The rhythm of it was maddening. Punishing. Addictive. Not too hard—but sharp enough to make your toes curl. Sharp enough that the edge of pain bled perfectly into pleasure, and your body welcomed it.

Smack. Smack.

The others were silent behind you, the room heavy with heat and breath. You could feel their eyes. Hear the restrained exhales. Someone cursed softly. Someone else shifted like they were holding back the urge to move.

Baby’s smile stretched wider, that dark satisfaction glittering in his eyes as he dragged his palm down again—massaging, teasing the sore flesh like he owned every inch of you. Each slap was a promise, and each pause in between was worse—because that’s when he stroked you. Slow. Intentional. His thumb brushed through your folds, fingers gliding through the slick mess he’d pulled from you, spreading it deliberately like he wanted you to feel just how soaked you were.

Then he turned his head, slow and lazy, looking back at his hyungs over his shoulder with his slitted golden eyes. His lips curled, fangs peeking past them in a smirk that was pure sin.

“Go on,” he purred, voice like silk soaked in heat. “Enjoy the view.”

His hand dipped again between your thighs, fingers moving with reverence and filth. He gathered your wetness without shame, collecting it until it coated him entirely. Then he lifted his hand, slowly, letting your slick shine under the low light—each droplet catching like crystal. He tilted his wrist just enough to make it drip, to let it glisten for them.

His fingers shimmered like temptation as he held them there—unapologetic, triumphant.

“God, you're such a menace.” one of his hyungs muttered, voice rough, laced with something darker.

“Tease,” another growled under his breath, eyes locked to Baby’s hand like it was a threat and a dare all at once.

Baby just smirked, wicked and slow, basking in their frustration like it fed him.

“You say that like I’m not doing you a favor,” he drawled, tongue brushing across his lips before he slid those fingers into his mouth. He sucked them in deep, moaning softly like you were the only thing he ever wanted to taste. His eyes stayed locked on the others, daring them to speak again as his tongue curled around each digit, lips sealing tight before he let them slip free with a soft, obscene pop.

His breath came heavier now, his restraint cracking at the edges.

Then his hand trailed back down, this time wrapping around the thick length of him. He groaned just under his breath as he stroked himself in long, deliberate pulls. Your slick made every movement obscene, wet sounds barely muffled by the tension in the room. He coated himself in you, from base to tip, slow and purposeful like he was painting your name onto his cock.

His head tilted back slightly, breath catching in his throat, throat bobbing as he exhaled.

“God,” he muttered, voice rougher now. “Even my cock knows who it belongs to.”

You buried your face into the pillows, a soft, broken sound escaping your lips. Your whole body trembled, heat coiling low and tight in your belly. The weight of their eyes pressed down on you—hot, dark, hungry—and the attention only made you ache more, want more.

You whimpered.

He didn’t hesitate.

One strong hand curved around your waist and dragged you back against him—possessive, greedy. Like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between your body and his. You felt the thick head of his cock press between your folds—hot, heavy, and unforgiving. He rubbed it along your entrance, back and forth, with maddening slowness.

“You want me to put it in, sweetheart?” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Want me to stretch you open while they watch how good you take it?”

Your head bobbed in a frantic nod, hips pressing back against him on instinct, but that wasn’t enough for him. Not even close.

“No,” he growled, the sound curling against your ear. “Use your words, babygirl. I want to hear you beg for it.”

The command wrapped around your spine and squeezed. You shuddered, your voice trembling as you forced the words out between broken breaths.

“Please… I want your cock. I want you inside me. I need it…need you inside.”

He groaned, the sound raw and ruined.

“Good girl”

Then—finally—he pressed in.

The thick head of him slid against your entrance, not just blunt and hot but devastatingly slow, like he needed you to feel it all. To know exactly what you’d begged for. Your back arched as he began to sink in, inch by torturous inch, stretching you open, filling you with a groan that vibrated through both your bodies.

“That’s it,” he breathed, almost to himself, eyes fluttering shut. “You take me so well...”

When his hips finally met yours, his cock buried to the hilt, there was a beat of silence. Just feeling. Just stretch. Your body clenching instinctively around him as if it already knew it was his.

One hand smoothed slowly along your spine, almost tender—then tangled in your hair and tugged. Not rough, but firm enough to drag a gasp from your throat, your mouth parting with a shivery cry. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

“You take me too well,” he murmured, teeth grazing your skin. “Like you were made to be fucked like this.”

His grip shifted, one hand sliding down to press into your lower back, guiding you into the perfect arch. The other trailed to your throat—not choking, just grounding you, a silent claim. You barely had time to brace yourself before he pulled back, leaving only the thick tip inside you.

And then he slammed back in.

The sharp smack of skin meeting skin echoed in the air, loud and filthy and perfect. You cried out, the sound mixing with his broken moan, a harmony of ruin.

“Fuck—there she is,” he growled, voice dark and thrilled. “Knew you could take it. Knew this pussy would open up for me.”

Then came the rhythm. Relentless. Brutal. His hips snapped forward again and again, each thrust punishing, precise. Your body rocked under him, shoved toward the edge of the bed only for his grip to drag you back down the length of him, keeping you right where he wanted.

Every movement was slick, wet, loud—the sound of need made flesh.

He was panting now, jaw clenched, eyes burning into your back as if he could see through your skin to where he lived inside you.

“Ohh… o-oh fuck, Baby!” you mewl, voice muffled by the sheets as your face was shoved down, your spine in a deep arch, ass up and trembling. The silver bell around your neck jingled with every breathless gasp, soft and helpless, the sound driving him wild.

“Please—please, harder—ah!” you cried, reaching back toward him without thinking, fingers flexing, desperate for more. The soft chime followed your movements, that teasing little bell giving you away, betraying every tremble, every needy shift.

He snatched your wrists without hesitation, pinning them in one hand like it was nothing, using them for leverage as he slammed back into you.

“Harder?” he echoed with a mocking pout, voice dark with amusement. “Poor little thing. You’re already drooling all over the sheets, and this still isn’t enough?” He leaned over your back, hips pistoning forward as the sound of your skin clapping against his grew louder, filthier. 

You choked on a sob, the shame and pleasure tangling beautifully.

He growled low as he let go of your arms, pushing you even deeper into the mattress with one heavy palm between your shoulder blades. The other gripped your hip, fingers bruising as he adjusted your angle with brutal precision.

“Oh—right there—, more! More, please—just like that—” you cried, completely undone, lips parted, eyes fluttering back in your skull. The jingle of your bell matched the rhythm of his thrusts, sharp and merciless.

“Yeah?” he taunted. “You gonna come from just this? Bent over like a bitch in heat, drooling all over my cock?”

“Fuck yourself, babygirl,” he growled, low and dark, the words dragging over your skin like smoke. Smack. His palm landed hot and sharp across your ass, making you jerk forward before he tugged you right back into place. “Since you’re such a greedy little slut.”

You whimpered, already aching, and obeyed, shifting forward just enough to sink your hips down onto him, the head of his cock splitting you open with ease. One hand gripped your ass cheek, spreading yourself shamelessly as you turned to look over your shoulder at him, eyes wide and glazed with need. 

A moan ripped from your throat as his heavy length filled you, stretching you wide. You could feel the weight of his balls slap against your clit each time you rocked your hips back, the pressure sending sharp pulses of heat straight through your core.

He groaned, head falling back for a second before his hands gripped your ankles hard, yanking them wider with a growl. You were helpless like this, knees dug into the bed, back arched and pussy swallowing him whole while your bell gave a soft, desperate jingle.

“G-give it to me, baby…” you panted, pouting through the moans. “Wan’ it so bad, please…”

That earned a dark laugh, low and dangerous.

“Now you’ve done it.”

That little pout undid him. His hand fisted in your hair, shoving your face back into the sheets. The other curled around the back of your neck, thumb pressed just under your jaw as his hips slammed up into you with a punishing rhythm.

You let out a cry as he ground himself into you, the thick head of his cock pressing right up against your cervix—hot, heavy, and unrelenting.

“Such a filthy little thing,” he hissed, hips snapping fast and deep. “My desperate, cock-drunk slut... fuck, I’m close. Where do you want it, sweetheart? Beg for it.”

The bed jolted beneath you, headboard rocking as he chased his release. Your bell jingled with every thrust, a soft chime under the sound of skin slapping and breathless moans.

You could barely form words, your body burning, breath caught in your throat.

“I-inside! Don’t miss—nngh! Please, please, can I—c-can I cum? Please—m’cumming!”

Your voice broke into a sob as your body clenched around him, hips jerking uncontrollably. That question—your begging—made his cock throb inside you.

The second you said it, he lost it.

A growl ripped out of him, low and feral, as his hips stuttered hard. His cock twitched deep inside you, slamming into your cervix, and suddenly he leaned down fast, teeth sinking into your shoulder—right where your shirt wouldn’t ever cover.

You screamed his name, eyes rolling back as your pussy locked down around him, gushing hard, soaking the sheets. The room spun. Every nerve in your body snapped tight with your orgasm.

He moaned into your skin, voice trembling. “F-fuck—I love you.”

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft.

It was possessive, broken, real—something dark and violent underneath it, like he’d rather die than let anyone else touch you.

“I love you,” he repeated again, panting against your neck as his hips jerked through your orgasm, rutting into your soaked cunt with a desperation that bordered on obsession. “You’re mine. You’re mine forever. You hear me? No one else gets you. No one. I’ll fucking kill them.”

Your fingers clawed at the sheets, overwhelmed, overstimulated, but the sound of his voice—the way he meant every word—pushed you over the edge again. Your cunt milked his cock greedily, begging for more even as his hips slammed into you, burying himself to the hilt.

You could barely speak, body spasming as wave after wave tore through you, but you choked out, “Y-yours—Baby, I’m yours—!”

That was all it took.

He came with a guttural moan, thick white heat spilling into your womb in long, punishing spurts, cock still grinding into the mark he made, into the mess he created. You sobbed against the sheets as it leaked out around him, your body spent, but he wouldn’t pull out—not yet.

One hand stayed firm around your neck, and the other slid up to cup your breast possessively. His hips finally stilled, but he didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, he leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear, breath warm and unsteady.

“I love you,” he whispered again, calmer now, voice dark and dreamy as he nuzzled your hair.  “Even if you run, even if you fight it.”

He kissed the spot where his teeth had bitten, tongue dragging lazily over the angry mark.

“I’ll find you.”

You could feel him smile against your skin. Not soft. Not sweet. But something darker—proud.

“I’ll always find you. You’re mine until the end.”

You could still feel the bite stinging as his thumb brushed over it lazily, proud.

Baby pulled out slowly, dragging a groan from deep in his chest, like even his body hated leaving yours. You whimpered as he slipped free, your hips twitching at the sudden emptiness, the wet slide of him retreating leaving you raw, aching, and flooded with heat.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing his fingers over your spine as he leaned down and kissed the bite he’d left. “You took me so well. So perfect for us.”

You couldn’t speak. Could barely move. Your legs trembled beneath you, slick and heat dripping down your thighs, your breath caught somewhere between a moan and a sob. But the mark—his mark—burned gently at your shoulder, and the glow pulsing under your skin matched the shimmer now emanating from Baby’s body.

The same supernatural light that had bathed Mystery now pulsed beneath Baby’s demon form, illuminating his toned chest, the curve of his horns, the ridges of his claws. His golden eyes glowed brighter than before, as if the bond had deepened his very nature. Another thread of fate now tied to your soul.

He gave you one last lingering glance, the kind that scorched, before walking away from the bed. His steps were slow, smug, and soaked in pride as he joined the others.

Jinu was the first to speak, laughing low and sharp as he clapped Baby on the back. “You really had to go full demon, huh?”

“You and Mystery did,” Abby added, arms crossed over his chest, glowing marks crawling over his skin like chains of flame. “Was that necessary?”

“Completely,” Baby said with zero shame, licking his bottom lip like he could still taste you. “She was begging for it.”

“She’s not just marked,” Abby said, voice tighter, jaw clenched. “She’s bonded. I can feel it pulling—like it’s wrapping around us too.”

“It is,” Mystery confirmed quietly. “It’s not just growing. It’s tightening. She’s sinking into us now. Thread by thread.”

Baby grinned wickedly. “Then I guess we should keep going before it snaps.”

Romance stepped forward with a soft tsk, rolling his shoulders as he loosened his neck. The gold in his eyes flickered like firelight, and his smile was slow, fond, dangerous.

“You two came in like monsters,” He stepped closer, eyeing Mystery’s fangs and the lingering glow beneath Baby’s skin. Romance himself was still in his human form, but the jagged black markings crawling up his chest and neck shimmered like they were alive, and his golden eyes burned. “Horns out, claws bared, glowing like the underworld itself.”

Romance let out a quiet breath, half a laugh, and then turned his glowing gaze back to the others. “I guess it’s my job now… to take care of her properly. Gently. Sweetly. Like she deserves.”

Jinu scoffed. “You? Gentle?”

“I can be,” Romance said, voice silken. “Sometimes.”

Abby leaned against the wall, arms still crossed, but the strain in his shoulders betrayed him. “I give you five minutes before you’re growling into her neck and marking her so hard we see the bite from space.”

Romance grinned wider. “Jealous?”

“I’ll be next,” Abby said darkly. “So you better not break her.”

Romance turned back to the bed slowly, his eyes drinking you in. The teasing glint was gone, replaced by something deeper, darker. Hunger laced with reverence. Like the sight of you—wrecked, panting, shimmering with the marks of the others—had snapped something inside him.

He moved with that signature grace, slow and deliberate, like every step was meant to wind you tighter. His voice dropped, low and smooth like silk sliding over heat. “Poor little kitten… they were so rough with you, weren’t they?”

You nodded weakly, instinctive, wordless. Your body leaned into his touch the second his hand cupped your cheek, your mouth brushing against his palm like you couldn’t help it. You kissed it, soft and slow, then dragged your tongue along the warm, slightly calloused skin, desperate to taste more.

Just like a kitten.

Romance’s lips curled at the edges, equal parts amused and enthralled by how pliant you were for him. You, still trembling from the others, still chose to reach for him.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “So good for me already.” His hand slid lower, long fingers gliding over your slick folds. “Need me to make it better?”

“Mm-hmm,” you whimpered, nodding again. “Please… hurts, need you…”

Your words tangled and broke apart as the pad of his finger circled your clit, slow and cruel, dragging it out. Your hips jolted, lips parting in a shaky moan.

“Such a good girl,” Romance said with a soft laugh, but his eyes burned gold. “That mouth, and that body. You were meant to be worshipped, you know that?”

Before you could answer, he shifted, leaning back against the headboard and tugging you with him. His grip was firm, commanding, and somehow still gentle as he spun you around with one fluid motion. Your back now faced him, your thighs still trembling. Then he lifted you, his hands strong under your hips as if you weighed nothing at all.

A soft gasp escaped you as he guided you down, settling you onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your knees sank into the mattress on either side of him, thighs spread, your core pressed hot and aching against the thick line of him beneath you.

He groaned low, head falling back briefly at the contact, before his hands roamed, palming your hips, your waist, your thighs, slow and worshipful. 

“Look at you, baby,” he murmured, voice curling against your neck. “Sitting so pretty like this. You know what that does to me?”

You arched slightly, grinding down on him with a needy whine, the motion sending a sharp ripple of pleasure through both of you.

Romance’s answering chuckle was dark and low, curling through your spine like smoke. “Greedy little thing,” he murmured, his voice dipping into that rich, velvet tone he knew made you melt. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you everything.”

One hand slid up your spine, his touch soothing and possessive all at once, while the other held you firmly in place. His lips brushed your shoulder, warm and lingering, fangs just grazing the skin like a warning wrapped in affection.

A breathy, broken sound slipped from your lips as you shifted, thighs trembling from how full you were. His cock sat impossibly deep inside you, thick and heavy, nudging at a spot that had your breath hitching and your skin prickling with heat. The stretch was intense—almost too much—and yet you couldn’t stop. You’d taken him slow, careful, inch by inch, like your body knew it needed to feel every second of it.

And Romance… he just watched.

Watched while your back arched, while your hips stuttered, while the blush on your cheeks bloomed like a secret only he was allowed to see. His thighs twitched beneath you, betraying just how badly he wanted to move. But he didn’t. He stayed still, breath coming in slow, uneven waves, as if anchoring himself to the moment.

“Romance…” your voice broke, barely audible, like a breath of wind. “It’s… it’s too deep.”

He moved then, slow and deliberate. His hands came to rest on your hips—big, warm palms anchoring you, but not demanding. He didn’t grip or force; he just held you there, thumbs stroking gently over your skin like he was calming something wild and precious.

“Yeah?” he murmured, voice sweet and low against your ear. “Feelin’ full, baby?”

You shuddered when he leaned forward, chest brushing against your back, his lips ghosting along your shoulder. He kissed the skin there—once, twice—then pulled back just enough to admire the curve of your spine, the way your body sat so perfectly on top of him.

You whimpered, head tipping forward.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, his voice smooth as silk but steeped in hunger. “But you’re takin’ me so good. Look at you—already stretched open so pretty, just for me.”

The words made your whole body tense with heat, your nails biting into his thighs beneath you. You could feel how deep he was, how your walls fluttered just trying to adjust.

“Just roll your hips,” he whispered, that gentleness threading into something heavier, deeper. “Nice and slow. Like you do when you’re sittin’ on Mystery’s face… all needy and spoiled.”

Your stomach clenched. “Romance—!” you gasped, mortified and turned on all at once.

“Mm-mm,” he hummed behind you, one hand smoothing up your spine, the other tightening just slightly on your hip. “Don’t get shy now, kitten. You were so good for him. So greedy with those slow, little rolls of your hips. Rubbin’ yourself all over his mouth, moanin’ like you wanted the whole world to hear.”

You whimpered, face burning as your walls fluttered around him.

“Yeah… made the prettiest sounds too,” he continued, breath warm on your neck. “I want that. Want you. Show me how much you need me.”

Your breath hitched as you did exactly what he asked—rolled your hips, slow and unsure. His cock dragged deep inside you, the thick length brushing against spots that made your vision blur, made your toes curl. A soft moan spilled from your lips as your hands flew back, fingers splayed across the hard ridges of his abs for balance.

“There you go,” Romance said, praise heavy in every word. “That’s it, kitten...just like that. So perfect like this.”

He tilted his hips slightly beneath you, adjusting the angle just enough that when you moved again, you choked on a gasp. Your eyes fluttered, body arching instinctively, chasing that same drag, that same high.

“Fuck,” he groaned behind you, hands sliding up your waist, holding you like he never wanted to let go. “You feel that, baby? How deep I am? You’re so good for me. Look at you—riding my cock like you were meant to.”

You whimpered, the rhythm of your hips stuttering as heat built low in your stomach. He was letting you ride him, but you weren’t in control—not really. Not when every movement pulled you deeper into him, not when his hands made you feel owned and worshipped in the same breath.

“I’ll guide you, baby,” Romance murmured, nuzzling your shoulder, his breath hot and tender against your skin. “I’ll help you take it. Just like this. Let me give you everything…”

You rolled your hips like he said, letting out a shaky breath as you took him to a new, aching depth, stretching open around the thick weight of him. The silver bell tied around your throat gave a soft jingle with every shift, its delicate chime lost beneath the wet sounds of your bodies meeting.

You kept moving, rocking your hips with slow, messy rhythm, his cock dragging against every swollen nerve inside you. A pretty string of moans escaped your lips, soft, breathy sighs of his name like prayer.

Your eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back as you gave yourself over to the moment. You were on top now, your pace, your rhythm, your control, and Romance watched you with something dark and proud in his eyes, chest rising heavy beneath you like he was trying not to lose it.

“There you go, kitten…” he groaned, voice warm and velvet-sweet. “Atta girl. You got it.”

His praise only spurred you on. You braced your hands on his thighs and began to bounce, harder, deeper, each movement punching out a whimper as his cock rammed into your cervix again and again. The sharp slap of skin echoed through the room, punctuated by the shaky sound of your bell.

But your strength was slipping. Just a few bounces and your thighs trembled, your rhythm faltering as the burn set in. You whimpered and dropped back into that needy grind, rolling your hips over him instead, desperate to keep the friction.

Romance snickered behind you, smug and lazy-sounding. “Already tired, baby?” His voice was teasing, but laced with hunger.  “Can’t even ride it properly?”

“So big,” you gasped out, voice cracking with the effort. “I can’t…”

He leaned up behind you slowly, like a predator rising to devour. One hand reached around to brush the hair clinging to your damp cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. The other ran up your trembling thighs and settled firmly on your hips.

“Does it burn?” His voice dropped low, almost tender, and it made your eyes snap open, breath hitching. “Want me to help, kitten?”

You nodded weakly, panting. “Yeah…”

“That’s okay, baby,” he whispered, mouth trailing up your shoulder as he pressed close to your back. “I got you.”

He kissed along your spine, then your neck, nuzzling just beneath the ribbon. The bell chimed again as he caught the knot between his teeth, tugging playfully before kissing the side of your throat. You moaned helplessly, your body clenching around him.

Then his arm curled tight around your waist and he sat up fully, pulling you flush against his chest as he began to thrust from below, slow at first, then harder, deeper, until your breath shattered in your lungs.

His other hand slid up to cup your breasts, kneading gently as you cried out. Every movement sent the bell around your neck ringing in time with the filthy rhythm he set.

“Just stay right here,” he rasped against your ear, thrusts snapping up into your soaked heat. “Let me fuck you properly, kitten…”

“Sooo tight,” Romance groaned, dragging the word out like he was tasting it, like the sound alone might make him come. His voice was low and rough with restraint, every syllable thick with need. “Squeezin’ me like you were made for it.”

You gasped, breath catching in your throat as his hips rolled up into you—slow, precise, like he knew the angles that made your body crumble. You leaned back against his chest, dizzy with fullness, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your skin. The bell at your throat gave the faintest jingle as your head lolled to the side, exposing your throat.

Romance’s mouth found your jaw, breath hot as he murmured, “You gonna come like this? Sittin’ so pretty on my cock?”

You nodded, helplessly, barely able to speak. You were so close—your body drawn tight like a bow, every muscle trembling. Your clit pulsed with every slow thrust, and each time he helped you drop down again, the thick head of his cock hit so deep your vision blurred.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Then he moved. Swift and sure, like instinct, he spun you around in his lap, hands never leaving your skin. Now chest to chest, breath tangled with his, you watched his eyes flicker—dark and wild. And then he kissed you.

God, did he kiss you.

It wasn’t gentle—it was desperate. Hungry. Tongue pushing past your lips like he owned your mouth, like he was claiming it. The kiss was open-mouthed and breathless, hips grinding up into yours at the same time, forcing you to feel every inch of him, again and again.

Your hands curled into his hair as he dropped his mouth lower. His tongue flattened and dragged slow over your nipple, then flicked fast, then sucked deep, cheeks hollowing like he was trying to drink something out of you. It wasn’t gentle—it was needy, possessive, downright filthy.

“Could suck these for hours,” he muttered between licks, the words hot against your soaked skin. “Sweet little tits all bared for me…”

His other hand didn’t rest—it squeezed your other breast like a stress toy, rolling your nipple between his fingers absently, as though he couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t get enough of you. Every graze sent heat pooling low in your belly, dragging you closer to the edge.

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he thrust up into you again, and your moan shattered in his mouth when he latched back on.

“You feel that?” he rasped, pulling back to press his forehead to yours. “That’s me, baby. Deep in your belly. You own this, yeah?”

You nodded, sobbed, kissed him—and he kissed you back.

Not soft. Not sweet.

Starved.

Mouths crashing together like you both couldn’t breathe without the other. His hand curled behind your neck, tilting your face as he devoured every sound you made. The kiss was hot, messy, so full of tongue and teeth that your head spun, your hips grinding down on instinct.

And all the while, that little bell on your ribbon chimed with every movement—proof that you were theirs. That you wanted to be caught.

“Come for me,” he growled against your lips, fucking up hard enough to bounce you. “Wanna feel you milk me.”

You shattered with a cry that was more sob than moan, clinging to Romance like you might fall apart without him. Your orgasm wracked through you in hot, helpless waves, muscles locking, body squeezing him so tight he hissed through clenched teeth.

And that’s when he bit you.

Right above your breast, right where your heart pounded the hardest.

The sting was sharp—then searing, as his fangs sank in deep and purposeful. You could feel it burn into you, not just skin, but soul. His name. His claim. The third mark. A flash of heat rippled out from the bite, curling deep between your legs.

Romance groaned against you, his demon form unfurling in one slow, possessive wave. Glowing marks shimmered across his chest and down his arms like. His horns curled higher, molten at the tips, and his irises burned amber-bright with hunger and devotion.

A long, thick tail slid out from behind him, dark and sleek, glistening faintly in the low light. It moved like it had a mind of its own, sinuous and sure as it curled around your thigh first, then your waist, until it looped around your hips in a slow, claiming spiral. The tip brushed your inner thigh, a soft, heart-shaped end that pulsed with heat, teasing where you were still trembling.

It didn’t stop moving. With every aftershock that rolled through you, the tail squeezed tighter in gentle pulses, like it could feel your release, like it was syncing with your rhythm. Possessing every part of you it could reach.

You collapsed into his chest, utterly boneless, breath hitching as your body throbbed around him.

He spilled inside you with a choked moan, then collapsed forward, bracing his weight just enough not to crush you. But he didn’t pull away. He wrapped himself around you tighter, possessive even in his exhaustion.

Kisses followed, desperate and fluttering down your jaw, your collarbone, the center of your chest. His voice was low and trembling, full of something broken and dangerously sweet.

“I love you,” he whispered against the bite. “I love you. I love you. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

His arms curled around you like he thought someone might try to take you away. You couldn’t breathe under the weight of it—of him—and you didn’t want to.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to me,” he breathed, voice shaking. “You ruined me the second you looked at me. You think I’ll ever stop? That I’ll ever let you go?”

You shivered as his tongue brushed the mark again, his breath burning against your skin.

“I’ll kill for you.”

“Gentle, huh?” Baby drawled, his tone full of smug amusement. “That was your idea of being soft?”

Romance didn’t even glance their way. He tucked your face against his throat, shielding you from their teasing like you were something fragile.

“She came so hard she forgot her own name,” Mystery added lazily, his voice velvety and teasing. “You trying to wife her up or melt her from the inside out?”

Romance didn’t look away from you. His hand brushed tenderly along your cheekbone, thumb grazing your lips. His eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, soft in a way that made your stomach twist.

Behind him, his tail slid forward, uncoiling with a slow, serpentine grace. It curled around your leg, then wrapped around your waist like a second embrace, warm and steady. The heart-shaped tip traced small, soothing circles on your lower back, like it was trying to calm the flutter still trembling in your limbs. It wasn’t teasing. It was gentle. Protective. His.

“Whatever she needs,” he murmured, voice rough with heat. “I’ll give it to her.”

Jinu let out a low chuckle from the couch, the sound teasing but warm. “Don’t forget, lover boy—she’s still got two more marks to go.”

That finally pulled Romance’s gaze. He looked up, slow and unbothered, and smiled. Not a cocky grin. Not a smirk. It was quieter. Darker. The kind of smile that didn’t need to prove a thing—because they knew.

Knew you were already theirs.

Knew you weren’t going anywhere.

Already half-marked. Already ruined. Already his.

“I didn’t forget,” Romance murmured, finally answering his brothers without looking away from you.

Abby’s voice rumbled next, deeper than the rest, like thunder under skin. “Good. 'Cause it’s my turn now.”

But Romance wasn’t finished.

He looked back down at you, his expression softening, like the storm had quieted just for you alone. His palm cupped your cheek as if you were something precious, untouchable, and his. His tail coiled tighter around your waist for just a moment, almost like it didn’t want to let go.

He leaned in, brushing your hair gently away from your face. Then his lips found yours, slow, deep, claiming. The kind of kiss that didn’t just say mine, it carved it into you. Then another kiss, warm against your cheekbone. Then lower... his mouth lingering over the sensitive swell of your breast, where his mark still shimmered faintly against your skin like it glowed just for him.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he whispered, breath ghosting over your skin. His voice was rough, tender, full of heat and pride all at once. “Just two more. And then you’ll be ours. Completely.”

His tail gave one last teasing brush between your legs before slipping away entirely, like a secret.

“Good luck...”

And with that, he eased you forward into Abby’s arms.

It felt like falling into a furnace.

Abby caught you effortlessly, one arm locking around your waist while the other gripped your thigh and pulled you flush against him. His skin was hot to the touch, glowing faintly with the marks pulsing down his arms and across his chest like they were alive. His breath hit your ear, ragged and hungry.

“I’ve waited long enough, sweetheart.”

His hand slid over your hip, squeezing like he already owned it.

“Let’s see how much of that pretty strength you’ve got left.”

And then he moved.

Effortless. Commanding. He laid you down beneath him with a hunger just barely restrained, his eyes raking over you like you were something sacred—something he’d been denied for far too long.

And right before his mouth met yours, he smiled against your skin and growled

“Bet you’ll break just right for me.”

To be continued...

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You lay motionless in the center of their circle, heart thrumming like a war drum against your ribs, the air charged with something molten. One by one, they peeled the fabric from your body with almost reverent slowness—whispers of touch, fingertips brushing over flushed skin, letting each new inch of you bloom into the dim lighting. Your top slipped off your shoulders, and the room exhaled.

They drank you in.

Perky tits bared and glistening under the golden hue of their private sanctuary, your skin caught the light like honey, smooth and glowing, and suddenly the air felt too thick, too warm—no escape from their eyes. Every single one of them stared. Devoured. Their gazes roamed you like they were memorizing, worshiping, and daring anyone to look at you like this ever again.

“Look at you…” Jinu’s voice was dark velvet, low and soaked with hunger. “So shy now, when you were just teasing us with that little bell like a naughty kitten.”

“Don’t look away baby,” Mystery murmured, voice curling low near your ear. “We waited too long for this. Let us have you.”

You swallowed hard, thighs pressing together as your body burned under their attention. You couldn’t meet their eyes. Not when they were eye-fucking you like that. Like they were already imagining you writhing under them, wrapped in sheets and soaked in sweat and sound. Your fingers curled slightly at your sides, helpless.

You gasped as a hand slid up the inside of your thigh—Romance, of course, eyes half-lidded and smirking like sin. His fingers barely grazed your skin, but the promise in his touch made your knees buckle.

“I missed this,” he purred. “This softness. This heat.” His thumb brushed your inner thigh, maddeningly close. “Don’t hide from us, baby. Let us see you.”

Your lips parted to speak, to say wait, to catch your breath—only for Baby to surge forward and steal it away.

He grabbed you by the waist and crashed his mouth to yours—rough, desperate, and unapologetically greedy. His pillow-soft lips molded perfectly against yours, forcing your mouth open with sheer force of need. The wet, smacking sound of the kiss echoed obscenely in the room, slick with spit and desire. One of his hands cupped your cheek, large and veiny, thumb stroking your skin like you were breakable even as he kissed you like he’d ruin you.

Then he slid his tongue into your mouth—confident and slow. He licked at your tongue like he was savoring the taste, then sucked it into his mouth with a deep, guttural groan.

Your knees went weak.

“Fuck, she tastes even better than I remembered,” Baby breathed against your lips, his forehead pressing to yours as his fingers curled tighter around your waist.

You gasped softly into Baby’s kiss as Romance gently parted your thighs, his touch worshipful, patient. Like unwrapping a gift he’d been dreaming about for far too long.

“That’s it, baby,” Romance whispered, his voice a little ragged as he knelt before you. “Let me see all of you. Don’t be shy now—you’re so fucking perfect like this.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your ankle first. Then another, just above it. And another. Each one slow and wet and deliberate, like he was marking a path, claiming territory with every drag of his lips.

“You feel that?” he murmured between kisses as he moved up your calf. “That’s me adoring every inch of you. Just like you deserve.”

The contrast between Baby’s rough kisses and Romance’s reverent mouth made your legs tremble.

You whimpered when you felt his hands slide beneath your thighs and grip your hips—firm, possessive—and then with agonizing slowness, he peeled your panties down. His mouth paused as he watched them fall, lips parted, eyes blown wide with heat.

“Fuck…” he breathed. “You’re soaked already, sweetheart. You’re making a mess for us, aren’t you?”

Your panties were still warm in his hand. He didn’t even hesitate—he passed them over his shoulder, and Mystery caught them one-handed, gaze never leaving your body.

You dared a glance over.

Mystery’s expression was pure hunger. His fingers curled around the damp fabric, pulling it to his face without shame. He took a slow breath in, eyes fluttering closed as he inhaled deeply—growling low in his throat like it was the best thing he’d ever smelled.

“She’s dripping,” he rasped, voice feral. Then he opened his eyes and licked a bold, slow stripe along the center of the panties, groaning low and dark “She smells like heat. Like mine.”

“Yours?” Baby snapped, pulling away just enough to glare over his shoulder. His voice was thick with possessiveness, his lips slick from kissing you. “I was the one tasting her mouth. She kissed me back.”

“You all need to calm down,” Jinu said smoothly, but even he sounded strained. “We’ve got time. No one’s rushing anything.” His eyes dropped to your body again. “She’s not going anywhere.”

Romance spreads you open with two fingers.

You choked on a sound, your legs twitching as air hit where you were most exposed.

“Holy fuck,” Romance breathed, voice cracking. “Look at you... clenching around nothing.”

His tone was thick with awe. You didn’t even have to look to know he was staring—his gaze was a brand on your skin, searing hot and reverent. You could feel it. Like he was memorizing every little twitch and slick pulse between your thighs.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart,” he said softly, voice vibrating through you. “All this for us? You’re gonna make me lose my fucking mind.”

Your body jerked as he leaned in, breath ghosting across your folds. Warm and heavy and so close.

“So soft,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. “So fucking pretty.” He kissed the inside of your thigh again, slower this time. “I could stare at you like this all night.”

You moaned thighs trembling in anticipation. Every word, every breath sent tingles racing over your skin. You felt too exposed, too full of want—and still, you needed more.

“Romance...” you whimpered, unsure if it was a plea or a warning.

“Shh, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. “Let me have a taste. Just a taste.”

The warm air from his breath kissed your skin again, sending goosebumps racing down your thighs. You gasped, overwhelmed, as his tongue finally dragged a hot, slow stripe up your cunt—slick and lazy, tasting you fully. Your legs twitched, and Baby caught your chin in his hand, forcing your mouth back open as he kissed you again, harder this time.

Romance groaned deep in his throat, licking again, messier now. “Taste so good, baby…” he murmured, voice barely audible against your skin.

Then he dived in.

You cried out against Baby’s lips as Romance’s tongue circled the rim of your entrance, slow and teasing, his nose brushing against your clit with every pass. The contact was maddening—accidental and devastating—your hips bucking, thighs clenching around his head.

You barely had time to come down from the high Romance was pulling out of you, his mouth still buried between your thighs, when a low, teasing voice vibrated right against your chest.

“Hope you didn’t forget about us,” Mystery murmured, breath warm against your skin before his tongue flicked across your nipple.

Your body jolted, overstimulated and wide open.

He licked again—slow and deliberate—before wrapping his lips around the swollen peak and sucking like he had every right to it. The wet heat of his mouth made your back arch into him, and he groaned low, pulling you deeper against his tongue.

“God, the sounds you make…” he muttered, releasing you with a wet pop before dragging his tongue in a slow circle. “This—” he grazed his teeth around the sensitive nub “—belongs to me.”

You gasped, only for your breath to catch again when you felt Abby’s large hands slide up from your hips to your other breast, his fingers already kneading greedily at the soft flesh.

“So soft,” Abby rumbled, voice rough with hunger. “I’ve been waiting to get my mouth on these.”

Then he leaned in, groaning under his breath as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses along the swell of your other breast—slow, possessive, sucking gently at the skin before pulling away just enough to see the mark bloom beneath his lips.

You whimpered as Mystery’s mouth clamped back down on your nipple, tongue flicking, sucking, then holding it between his lips with a low growl.

You could barely breathe.

Your body was stretched between mouths, hands, and heat—Baby at your neck, Mystery and Abby lavishing your chest, and Romance still buried between your thighs, licking you apart with devastating precision. You were trembling, flushed, overwhelmed. The room spun with touch and sound and breathless, filthy praise.

But somehow—through the haze—you felt him.

Your gaze flicked up, and there he was.

Jinu.

He was seated a few feet away, lounged back in one of the plush velvet chairs, man-spread like a demon king on his throne. His chest was bare, pale skin kissed with elegant violet markings that glowed faintly in the low light—sharp along his ribs, curling down his arms like dark smoke. His pants hung low on his hips, the bulge beneath straining, undeniable.

He hadn't moved. Hadn't touched. Just sat there and watched.

And that was somehow worse—hotter.

His eyes locked on yours. Intense. Knowing. Amused.

Then came his voice—low and smooth, rich with something you couldn’t name.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, a smirk curving his lips. “You look like you're trying to keep it together.”

Your lips parted, desperate to answer, to give him something—but Romance’s tongue curled just right, pressing flat and slow against your clit, and your whole body jerked as heat coiled tight in your stomach.

You whimpered instead, your voice lost in the slick, wet sounds between your thighs and the possessive growl of Romance below. Your back arched, hips twitching against his mouth. You didn’t even realize you were crying out until Baby kissed it away, swallowing your whimpers like they belonged to him.

Jinu chuckled, his eyes dropping to your trembling legs, then slowly lifting back to your face.

“Thought so.”

He shifted in his seat, spreading his legs a little wider, just enough to make you feel the heat of his gaze settle lower.

“I’ll touch her last,” Jinu said softly “After you’ve all marked her. After she’s exhausted and wrecked.”

His smirk widened, and that dark glow in his eyes flickered brighter. “That’s when I’ll make her mine.”

Romance moaned against your cunt, dragging his tongue in a slow, devastating circle that made your thighs twitch around his head. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow. Just kept lapping at you like a man starved, lips slick and eyes fevered.

“She’s close,” he growled against your heat. “She’s about to give it to me.”

Jinu’s expression didn’t change, but the glow in his markings pulsed—deeper now, darker. His smirk widened, eyes locked on you like a promise.

“Give it to him, baby,” Jinu murmured. “Let them all feel what I already know.”

Your body was right on the edge. Every nerve lit up, trembling and taut as Romance worked you open with maddening precision. His fingers curled deep inside you, perfectly angled, while his tongue moved faster now. Hungry, focused, nearly frantic with need.

He felt it. The way your thighs began to tighten. The tremble in your hands. The way your hips rocked into his face without even realizing it.

“Come on, baby,” he growled into your core, his voice almost drowned by the wet sounds of his mouth on you. “I can feel you. Give it to me. Let me taste all of it.”

Your fingers found his hair, sliding deep into those dark strands and gripping, not gentle—needy. He groaned at the tug, deep and low, and the vibration of it against your clit sent a sharp, blinding pulse right through your center.

Your breath hitched. Your body locked.

He didn’t stop. If anything, he devoured you harder.

A choked sound tore from your lips as your back arched and your thighs clamped tight around his head. You came hard, body shaking, voice cracking, every muscle locking up as the orgasm ripped through you like lightning.

But Romance didn’t stop.

He devoured you through it, licking you clean, drinking in every drop like it was salvation. His mouth moved with a reverent hunger, tongue slow now, savoring the way you pulsed against him. He groaned into your core like he was the one unraveling.

Still floating, still dazed, you barely registered the voice that slid through the fog.

“Good girl,” Jinu murmured from across the room, his tone silk-soft but sharp enough to pierce straight through you. The praise curled low in your belly, dark and warm.

“Again,” he said simply.

There was a pause, like he was watching every breath you took, every twitch of your thighs around Romance’s head.

“Make her come again,” he said smoothly, the command quiet but sharp, deliberate. “She needs to be ready for the rest of us.”

The words echoed through the room, low and final, a promise and a warning all at once.

Romance hummed against your core, the sound sending a fresh wave of shivers up your spine. His lips curved into a slow, sinful smile you could feel as his tongue gave one last languid stroke that made your whole body jolt.

Then, slowly, he lifted his head. His eyes were glazed with lust, pupils blown wide, and his lips were slick with you, shining in the low light. He pressed a kiss to your trembling inner thigh, then another just above your mound—open-mouthed and reverent, like he wasn’t ready to let go.

His fingers slipped from your heat with a final, teasing drag that made your hips twitch. He exhaled softly, almost like he was disappointed to stop.

Before you could catch your breath, arms were already lifting you, shifting you, repositioning you with such ease it made your head spin.

Mystery was the one who took you next.

His hands slid beneath your thighs, lifting you with ease and pulling you into his chest before lowering himself back onto the bed, dragging you down with him like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

“C’mere,” he rasped, voice thick and hoarse. “Need you on my face, baby.”

“W-wait—what? Myst—!” you gasped, arms bracing against his chest.

He didn’t wait.

One hand settled firmly on your lower back, the other gripped your ass, guiding you forward without hesitation. Your knees met the mattress, thighs spread wide over his face, breath catching as you felt the heat of him so close—his breath ghosting over your soaked folds.

“Don’t make me ask again,” he growled, his voice a rough command, just before flipping you with ease and guiding your hips down, seating you fully against his mouth.

You tried to catch your breath, knees planted on either side of his head, your body still shaking—but the moment your heat hovered above his lips, he pulled you down with a growl.

“Myst—ah! I—I just came—!”

He didn’t care.

His tongue dove between your folds, licking through the mess left by Romance like it was the finest thing he’d ever tasted. His hands pressed firm and possessive at your thighs, holding you in place with no escape as he devoured you.

“Wait, Myst, it feels weird... mmf...” you gasped, fingers clutching at his hair.

He paused only long enough to chuckle low against your heat, voice vibrating through your core. 

Your thighs twitched, but his hands only tightened, dragging you closer with a low growl. His tongue flicked again, deliberately slow this time, like he knew exactly how much it would make your legs shake.

You tried to resist, to hold on, but your body betrayed you. The pressure was unbearable and not quite enough. You couldn't help the needy words that tumbled out between gasps.

“It’s not... hngh... not enough. Need more...”

Everything stopped.

Every gaze in the room turned to you.

Romance’s brows lifted in surprise. Jinu, still seated and quiet, tilted his head slightly, watching like a predator waiting to pounce. And Abby’s mouth twitched into a grin.

But it was Baby who broke the silence first, his laugh rich and sharp like a warning wrapped in velvet.

“Oh no,” he drawled, grinning wide. “You really shouldn’t have said that. Good luck, sweetheart.”

Mystery didn’t freeze for long. His expression darkened.

He exhaled through his nose like a beast barely leashed. “Not enough?” he repeated, his voice darker now, threaded with something dangerous.

His grip turned punishing as he dragged you down onto his face, burying himself beneath you until you could barely breathe. His tongue shoved deep inside you in one slick, unrelenting thrust.

You gasped, eyes flying open, hands flying to his hair for balance. “Myst—!”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish. He devoured you.

His tongue plunged again, hitting you deep, his lips sealing around you, the sounds wet and sinful. He moved with purpose, fucking you with his tongue while his nose pressed against your clit over and over, dragging, nudging, grinding against the swollen bud until you were shaking uncontrollably.

“Myst,” you sobbed, voice breaking, “I—can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he growled between strokes, words muffled by your body. “You said you needed more. So take it.”

Your whole body quaked. You couldn’t move. His hands held you open, wide and helpless, his fingers bruising into your skin as he pinned you exactly where he wanted you. You were clenching around nothing, too sensitive, too full, too overwhelmed—and he was nowhere near done.

His tongue curled, hitting your g-spot with every deep lick, while his nose bumped against your clit again and again until the pressure turned from unbearable to downright euphoric.

“This what you needed?” he asked, voice low and hungry, lips dragging against your folds. “You want to come on my face? Go ahead, pretty girl.”

You whimpered, nails digging into his scalp.

From his seat across the room, Jinu’s voice cut through the haze like silk.

“Don’t stop until she’s shaking.”

Mystery’s eyes gleamed. He smirked against your skin, tongue giving one long, slow stroke that made your stomach twist with heat.

“I wasn’t planning to,” he muttered, voice almost a purr. “She’s close... I can feel it.”

He wrapped his arms tighter around your thighs, holding you down as his tongue worked faster, more precise, dragging tight little circles over your clit before dipping lower to drink you in.

“Shit, baby… look at you,” he cooed, glancing up with blown pupils and slick lips. His mouth was drenched, chin glistening under the low, golden light like he was proud of the mess he made. “You’re falling apart so pretty for me.”

You moaned, hips twitching before bucking against his face, trying to chase that edge—or escape it. You didn’t know anymore. It didn’t matter.

Mystery clicked his tongue and shook his head, fangs just barely peeking out as he flashed you that feral smile.

“Didn’t say you could move.” he murmured, low and commanding.

Then he did it—spit, slow and deliberate, right onto your throbbing clit. You gasped as it dripped down, the warmth of it making you jolt, but before you could even react, he leaned in and licked it up with a groan so guttural it echoed through your bones.

The more you tried to lift yourself off him—anything to get a second of reprieve—the more his claws dug in. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know you weren’t going anywhere.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—his mouth on you, your body responding, the rhythm of it all blurring until you couldn’t tell where he ended and you began. Every flick of Mystery’s tongue sent a fresh pulse of heat spiraling through you, your breath hitching, thighs trembling where he held you down like it was nothing.

But before you could get lost again, another hand gripped your jaw.

Baby.

His fingers curled under your chin, firm but not harsh, tilting your head up until your glassy eyes locked with his. The gold in his irises gleamed, narrowed with hunger. You could see the restraint in his clenched jaw, the tension in his shoulders.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough with need. “You really are loving this, huh? Letting him devour you while we all watch.”

He leaned in, breath hot as his nose brushed the curve of your cheek, lips ghosting just behind your ear.

“You like being our center of attention, pretty girl?” he whispered, low and hypnotic. “Putting on a show just for us?”

You swallowed thickly, your breath catching. The bell at your throat gave the faintest jingle as you trembled.

Baby’s hand slid down slowly, tracing your neck, his fingertips grazing just above your racing pulse.

“God, that sound,” he rasped, eyes dropping to the soft sway of the bell. “Every time you move, I swear I lose a little more of my mind.”

You swallowed, breath catching.

“Baby—”

“I think it’s time I reminded you what that mouth is for.”

Baby’s voice dripped with velvet authority, curling down your spine like smoke. He unbuckled his belt slowly, fingers moving with lazy confidence. The soft click of the metal echoed in the charged air, making your pulse spike.

Then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down just enough.

His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, slapping against his lower abs with a weighty thud that made your breath catch. Your eyes widened instinctively, heat rushing to your cheeks as you stared.

He caught your reaction instantly and smirked, that familiar cocky tilt lifting the corner of his mouth.

“Eyes up, sweetheart,” he murmured, low and amused. “You’re gonna feel it soon enough.”

His dick wasn’t thick, but the sheer length of him made your throat tighten in anticipation.

He guided the thick head of his cock to your lips, tapping it there lightly, once, twice, watching the way you twitched at the contact. Slick smeared across your mouth like gloss, warm and sticky, glinting in the low light.

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispered, thumb brushing your jaw.

Then, a bit lower, rougher, with a glint in his eyes—

“Now open up, baby. Let me ruin that throat a little.”

You barely had time to obey before he pressed down, guiding your jaw open with ease. He slid the head of his cock past your lips, groaning the moment he felt the wet heat of your mouth around him.

A shaky breath escaped as his head fell back slightly, blue hair falling into his lashes, muscles in his stomach flexing hard as he held himself back.

You tried to lift your hips, just barely, your body too strung out from overstimulation, your throat already stretched from Baby’s slow, deep rhythm, but Mystery wasn’t having it.

“Nuh-uh.” His voice was low and guttural, almost a growl as it vibrated against your core. “Stay the fuck down.”

His grip on your thighs tightened, claws dragging lightly against your skin, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who was in control. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he muttered, breath hot, wet, and relentless. “Not until I say you’re done.”

Your moans vibrated softly around Baby’s cock, his fingers firm on your cheeks, guiding your pace with possessive precision. He moved his hips in slow, deliberate rolls, every motion sending heat down your spine as you struggled to keep your breathing steady. Your cheeks hollowed around him, lashes fluttering as you focused, trying not to graze him even once.

Above you, Baby's head tipped back slightly, lips parting as a low, shivery grunt slipped free. His grip didn't loosen. If anything, it tightened, keeping your face cradled in his palms like you were something fragile and sacred—and entirely his.

“Shit...just like that,” he rasped, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. “So fuckin’ pretty with your mouth full. Takin my cock so well.”

Mystery didn’t let up for even a second.

He could feel the way your thighs trembled, hear the hitched breath you could barely hold. And when your body arched, when that desperate little sob escaped your lips, muffled and strained, he knew.

You tried to swallow the sound rising in your throat, but it clawed its way out in a stuttering gasp. Mystery’s tongue didn’t give you a break, dragging through you with cruel, practiced rhythm that had your vision starting to blur.

Then Baby’s voice cut through, sharp and unforgiving.

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, fingers tightening on your cheeks as he guided your mouth back onto him with pointed control. “She forgets about me the second she starts falling apart.”

His golden eyes narrowed, the look he gave you steeped in heat and mock disappointment.

“So greedy,” he muttered, his voice curling around the words like silk pulled tight. “Getting spoiled down there while I’m up here, waiting?”

Your teary gaze flicked up, and it was all the answer he needed.

“No.” His voice dropped an octave as he dragged your face forward again, slower this time, more deliberate. “Focus.”

He didn’t ease up. If anything, he became more intense, his hips pressing deeper, rhythm calculated. His palm splayed across your neck, thumb brushing the bell that jangled softly with every movement. He pressed just enough to feel the shape of his cock inside your throat, the vibration of your helpless moans around him.

The weight in your throat, the guttural sounds he couldn’t hold back, the way your lips slid over him again and again, it was all too much. Your nails scraped the sheets, trying to anchor yourself as your senses drowned under the onslaught.

The soft jingle of the bell at your throat rang out with every movement, delicate and traitorous, a sound that only made Baby groan deeper.

“There you go,” he exhaled, jaw tight, golden eyes glued to the sight of you taking him. “That’s better. My perfect little toy.”

Your eyes brimmed, tears catching in your lashes as your throat worked around him, the bell chiming again, again, like it knew who you belonged to.

Below, Mystery had barely lifted his head when your thighs began to shake. Your breath caught, hips jerking as you shattered, again, the climax tearing through you like a tidal wave. He growled against your core, satisfied and smug, licking his lips like he’d just tasted sin itself.

“Beautiful,” he rasped.

And above you, Baby was unraveling too.

"H-hahhh… fuck, gonna cum," he panted, voice strained and low, golden eyes fluttering half-shut.  His grip on your cheeks tightened, guiding your mouth with sharp precision. His hips snapped forward once more, a shudder running down his spine as he pressed in deep, jaw clenched tight.

You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth, the way his muscles coiled and flexed just before he tipped over the edge. His hand slid to the back of your head, shoving his cock deep in your throat one last time as your nose was buried in his soft pubes. 

"Shit… that's it. Take it, baby," he breathed, his voice husky and unfiltered. "Just like that. Knew you could."

When he finally pulled back, you blinked up at him, breathless and dazed, your lips wet and parted. Baby’s fingers tilted your chin, eyes scanning your face like he wanted to burn the sight into memory.

"Swallow it," he said, not unkindly—just firm, expectant. Like he knew you would.

The second your throat flexed, the bell chimed again, subtle but sharp, and something in his expression changed. His eyes darkened, lips parting with a breath that hitched low in his chest. You felt his thumb brush just beneath your lip, slow, as if to feel the echo of what you’d just done.

“Atta girl,” he murmured, voice thick with praise, laced with hunger. “Didn’t waste a drop. So fuckin’ good for me.””

His thumb dragged gently along your jaw, lingering at the curve of your throat where the bell rested. His crooked smile deepened, possessive and wild.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Mystery was there again, crouched in front of you, expression unreadable—but his eyes blazed.

His fingers caught your chin, tilting your face up. Then—slow, deliberate—he leaned in, and something warm touched your bottom lip. You blinked in surprise, tasting both yourself and him in the kiss he didn’t quite give you.

“Open,” he whispered, almost reverent.

You did, lips parting instinctively.

He let the slick warmth pass from his lips to yours, a slow spill that coated your tongue and chin. The possessiveness in his gaze was undeniable. His claws came up, swiping the mess around your mouth with practiced ease, painting you with it like you were his canvas.

“There you go,” he murmured, thumb smudging it along your cheek. “Messy little thing. So perfect like this.”

You could feel how hard he was again, straining against your thigh, though he hadn’t even touched himself. Just watching you had been enough.

Mystery hovered above you, eyes glowing molten gold, one hand braced beside your head while the other gripped your thigh, spreading you open wider, holding you there like you were something fragile and sacred… but also his to claim. His hips moved in slow, taunting circles, the thick head of him brushing right against your entrance, teasing you with everything you craved. 

“You ready for me, baby?” he murmured, voice a dark hum that vibrated right through your bones. “You’ve been begging so sweet, taking everything we give you…”

He rolled his hips forward, the thick head of his cock slipping past your folds, and your gasp caught in your throat. Your nails dug into his shoulders, reflexive, desperate, and he groaned low—his head dipping to press his mouth just beneath your ear.

“Fuck, just like that,” he hissed in pleasure.

Then, as your legs locked tighter around his waist and your voice cracked with a soft, high cry, Mystery sank into you in one slow, deliberate thrust. He didn’t stop until he was buried completely, until your walls fluttered and clung around him like they didn’t want to let go. Your breath hitched. Your back arched. And Mystery trembled above you, a raw sound escaping his throat.

“That’s it,” he growled, voice low and ragged. “Cry for me, sweetheart. Wrap around me like I’m the only thing you need.”

The command hit you deep. Your cunt clenched without mercy, and Mystery’s eyes fluttered shut like he was trying not to lose himself right then and there. His grip on your thighs tightened, body shaking with restraint. He was drowning in the way you held him, completely undone by the way you welcomed him.

Then you heard a voice near you.

Baby had leaned in to watch, eyes dark with something both amused and hungry, his head tilted as if mesmerized.

“Look at her,” he murmured, lips parting on a slow breath. “She’s milking him already—and he just got in.”

A low ripple of groans followed.

Romance cursed, jaw tight as he palmed himself through his sweats. Abby swore under his breath, voice rough and feral, muttering something about flipping the whole bed and taking you himself. Jinu didn’t speak, but his knuckles were white where they gripped the edge of the nightstand, his entire body tensed like he was one second away from snapping.

The pressure around him was unbearable in the best way—wet and tight and pulsing like you were trying to keep him locked inside forever. He could move now, but only barely, and every drag of his cock through your soaked folds made him groan through clenched teeth. You were clinging to him, suctioning around every inch like your body refused to let him go. His abs tensed. His jaw locked. It was too much, too good, too perfect.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, voice breaking. “You feel unreal… Look at you. Creaming all over my cock already.”

He looked down, watching where he slid in and out of you, your arousal glossy and frothy along the base of his shaft. The sight made his hips stutter. He swore under his breath and started to move harder, faster—chasing the sound of your moans and the way your body welcomed him with every thrust.

When he bottomed out, you both gasped. The base of him slapped against your soaked lips, and he whimpered, actually whimpered, from how good it felt to be buried so deep.

He couldn’t stop himself. He was drunk on you.

Hooking his arms under your knees, he pushed your legs up to your chest and pinned you in a mating press. The new angle had him hitting even deeper, the rhythm now deliberate and punishing, grinding against your cervix until your voice cracked.

Your eyes went wide, mouth falling open around a strangled moan as he bullied his way deeper, forcing you to take every inch. Each thrust rocked your body—and with it, the delicate silver bell wrapped around your throat gave a soft, helpless jingle.

“M-Myst…” your voice trembled, eyes glassy. “It’s too deep… s-slow down…”

You clawed at his chest, overwhelmed and trembling beneath him. But he only leaned in closer, breath hot on your cheek, whispering against your skin.

“Shh… you’ll take everything I give you, baby,” he murmured, voice low and ragged, his grin loose and dazed. His eyes were glassy, glazed over with lust so thick it was like he couldn’t even see straight. Completely pussy-drunk. You could tell by the way he moved, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that existed. You doubted anything you said would snap him out of it now—except maybe the safe word.

“I can’t—” you choked out, your voice cracking on the edge of a sob. It felt like he was buried way too deep, like every thrust might push up into your throat. You were stuffed full, stretched wide, wrecked in the best, worst way.

“Yes, you can,” he growled, not slowing for a second. “You will. Take it. Take all of it.”

The bell around your throat jingled again—sharp, delicate, taunting—with every brutal push into your trembling body. The sound was light, innocent… but paired with the slick, wet slap of skin and the whimpers spilling from your lips, it was anything but.

From the side, Baby let out a soft, wrecked groan, his fingers twitching at his sides like he had to physically stop himself from lunging forward and tearing Mystery away from you.

"Fuck, that bell..." he muttered, jaw clenched, voice low and shaky. His eyes were glued to the way the silver charm bounced with every thrust, shining with sweat and heat. "You sound like a toy that belongs to all of us."

He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, exhaling through his nose like he was trying to hold it together.

His voice dropped again, lower this time, gravelly and thick with hunger and barely-contained obsession.

"You wear it so well... makes me wanna see you fall apart with it ringing in my hand."

His gaze flicked to your face—flushed, wrecked, shining with tears—and the corner of his mouth twitched in a dangerous smirk.

Mystery dropped his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he bit down gently, then started sucking at the spot just above your collarbone. You shivered violently. That spot was too sensitive and he knew it.

His hips slammed into you, cock driving mercilessly into your soaked heat, battering your tender insides with every sharp, relentless thrust. Your jaw fell slack. Your vision blurred. You could barely breathe around the pleasure splitting you open.

You could feel him trembling, muscles flexing, groaning with every squeeze of your walls. He wasn’t just fucking you—he was claiming you.

Just to the side, Baby sat still as a statue, lips parted slightly, eyes wide and heavy-lidded as he stared. He looked completely entranced, like the scene unfolding in front of him had stolen every thought from his head.

“Holy shit…” he breathed, low and stunned. “She’s taking him so deep… she’s gonna break him.”

“You’re doing so good for me,” Mystery murmured, brushing his lips over yours in a slow, teasing graze. “You wanna cum, hm?”

You nodded quickly, moaning softly against his mouth, your body arching into his with desperation.

“I need words, baby girl,” he chuckled, his voice thick with heat. He kissed down your throat, every brush of his lips a soft contradiction to the agonizingly slow rhythm of his hips.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “N-need to cum… please—harder.”

He clicked his tongue and stilled, burying himself to the hilt in one deep thrust and staying there. You cried out, frustrated and aching, clawing at his shoulder like that might make him move again.

“That’s not how we ask for things, is it, princess?” he murmured against your skin, his voice dripping with control.

“Mysttt,” you sobbed, breath breaking. “Please, please, can I cum? Please make me cum, I-I need it so bad…”

Tears welled in your eyes, slipping down your cheeks as your hips squirmed under him, desperate for friction. The heat was unbearable. You were floating somewhere between pleasure and madness, completely undone.

“Oh, princess…” Mystery cooed, voice laced with mock pity, though his eyes burned with nothing but adoration. “You don’t have to beg me like that. I’ll give you anything you want. All you ever have to do is ask.”

He kissed your wet cheeks tenderly, one after the other, before his hips pulled back and slammed forward again, the sudden force stealing the breath from your lungs. His pace picked up, hard and deep, drilling into your aching cunt with each thrust, rocking the bed beneath you.

“Go ahead, baby,” he whispered, his thumb sliding between your bodies to press against your clit in tight, perfect circles. “Cum for me. Let go. I want to feel you.”

You cried out his name, body jerking as the climax tore through you. Your walls clamped down around him with a force that made his rhythm falter, your pussy fluttering and rippling along every inch of him like you were trying to pull him in deeper.

“Fuck—” he hissed, arms trembling as he tried to hold back. But your body was too much, too good, milking him like you were made for it.

He gave a broken moan, rutting into you once, twice, before his hips stilled and he came hard, his whole body tensing as he spilled into the condom. His jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his brow as he rode out every last pulse of pleasure.

His breath came in heavy pants, body still braced above yours as he looked down at the mess he'd made of you—cheeks flushed, lips parted, your skin glowing and damp with sweat. You were wrecked, undone, and still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, voice soft as velvet. He leaned down and kissed you gently, slow and full of something deeper than lust.

Mystery barely registered the world beyond your slick, trembling body. His thrusts had slowed, more like worship now than movement, hips grinding into you like he didn’t want to leave, like he couldn’t. His hand cradled the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek as he stayed buried deep inside you, eyes locked on yours with a hazy, feral sort of awe.

Then a firm pat landed on his shoulder.

His head snapped to the side, eyes glowing faintly, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Baby stood there, unfazed, one brow arched in mock impatience.

“Hyung, scoot,” the maknae said with a grin, voice light but thick with want.  “You’ve had your fun. Don’t act like you forgot the rest of us exist.”

Mystery didn’t move. He bared his teeth slightly, reluctant, still sheathed to the hilt inside you, your body twitching with aftershocks. The possessive energy coming off him was near tangible, buzzing beneath his skin but the tension broke when Jinu chimed in from behind, voice warm with amusement.

“Don’t blame him,” Jinu drawled. “That pussy’s magical.”

That earned a low groan from Romance, and even Baby’s grin faltered for half a second as his eyes flicked to where you were still clinging to Mystery, body flushed and wrecked.

Then something shifted.

The light in Mystery’s eyes deepened to molten gold as his demon form surged forward, just under the surface. Shadows crawled faintly along his arms, the markings across his chest glowing softly like something ancient had awakened. His muscles flexed, breath shuddering through him. His canines sharpened as he leaned down, lips brushing a pulse point just below your jaw.

“Mine,” he growled, low and guttural, the sound vibrating straight through your bones.

Without warning, he bit, not to hurt but to mark, lips parting just enough to sink into your skin, right above your collarbone. A sharp pulse of warmth burst beneath your skin as your bond flared to life, stronger, brighter, deeper than it had been before. Your body arched against him with a gasp, overwhelmed as the claim settled like fire in your veins.

Mystery trembled beneath you. His tongue moved slowly over the mark, savoring it, like he needed to taste the proof of what he’d done. The sound that left him was almost a growl, low and ragged with emotion.

“You feel that?” he whispered, voice rough and reverent. “That’s me. Loving you. Choosing you. Forever.”

His lips brushed the new mark again, reverent.

“You’re mine now, baby. Not just because I claimed you but because I love you. And nothing, no one, will ever come between that.”

He kissed the spot gently before slowly pulling out, dragging every inch from your soaked core with a reluctant groan.

Only then did he move aside, still glowing faintly and not taking his eyes off you for a second.

Baby exhaled slowly, cracking his neck. “Damn,” he muttered. “That’s gonna be hard to follow.”

But he was already stepping closer.

To be continued...

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[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

Bulgin’ : Sea God Edition

Synopsis: As the Sea God’s bride, you never fail your duties.

Warnings: Size difference, monster fudging, bulging, tummy bulge, two cawks.

Authors Note: Since you all enjoyed Caleb’s so much, here’s Raf’s! Zayne’s is here! Just a Drabble.

The sun beamed down upon the rocks of the shore, sizzling away the water droplets that fell on the surface. Rafayel visited this specific landmark for one reason only.

It was overcasted today, the clouds looming like thunder would strike down from the Gods at any moment. But Rafayel would brave any storm to see his beloved.

His tail gave a powerful splash as he gripped both of his cocks in one webbed hand. His bride, all human with 10 toes, gasped at the stretch. It was a beautiful sight he wished to grave upon stones for all eternity.

“Relax, Beloved. Or you may surely take my precious jewels with you.” He chuckled against the column of your neck. You were soaked to the bone between your thighs. The thin blue silk of your gown was bunched around your hips. The stretch was obscene as he stretched you out, using his grip on the rocks for leverage.

“Open for me, part those magnificent legs and let me delve deeper into your womb.” His teeth, almost too sharp, slid across your throat. A strong hand cupped behind your knee and stretched it back so it hooked over his scaled shoulder.

“M-My Lord!” Your eyes rolled back in your head as his cocks kissed your spongy cervix like he had missed you for a thousand years.

The flesh of your lower abdomen jutted out from the mass, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. “Hush child, do you not see that the Gods sculpted you to take me so? Any other woman would surely perish from this.”

You wanted to claw at your insides from the delicious burn. But your Groom was monstrous. Not in looks, oh no, in that department he was angelic. But the two lengths splitting you from the insides never got easier.

Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, head thrown against the rock. Rafayel was nearly alarmed, scared you might crack your skull on the boulder. But the concern didn’t extend to his cocks, now finally bottoming out in your crevice.

“Perfect, Gorgeous, look how you take me whole, swallowing me up like the great sea.” His breathing grew ragged, fangs sinking into the junction of your shoulder and neck.

His palm pressed to the indention in your stomach and you wailed, juices gushing upon the stone and the scales around his cock.

“Are you trying to drown the Sea God? Well that just won’t do.”

[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

Caleb & Sylus + their ability to manhandle you and each other HCs

Sylus x Caleb (x Reader)

Completing my trifecta of snowcrowapple poly headcanons with this pairing. Their dynamic eluded me for a long while but I think I finally got them to work with me

This brings us to a total of three combinations of men that I we all to be sandwiched between, including Zayne x Sylus (x Reader) and Zayne x Caleb (x Reader). [Also, obligatory tag for @leighsartworks216 bc you inspired this whole series basically lol]

It’s only a matter of time before the Onychinus leader (with his crow-shaped spyware and back-alley networks) and the Fleet's Colonel (armed with soldiers and military tech) learn of each other’s presence through overlapping surveillance of their common target (you).

They discover each other almost simultaneously, Mephisto and Adjutant Liam both tattling to their respective masters. Their first meeting, of course, happens because they've both planned to ambush each other in the same location/moment.

It's not long before they start leveraging their superior 'monitoring' skills by coincidentally showing up when the other is spending time with you. Because suddenly Caleb is taking the seat next to you at the same restaurant you’re having a quiet dinner with your boyfriend? Slinging his arm over the back of your chair like he'd been invited by Sylus himself.

Sylus, on the other hand, just so happens to be doing business in Skyhaven whenever you're there visiting Caleb for a long weekend. (You find out later that he also just so happens to own a flat in the same building as Caleb.)

But the start of their bond (unsurprisingly) starts over your safety and how best to keep tabs on you. Each using their strengths to tinker with each other's tech.

Sylus uses his programming knowledge to add infrared sensors and voice recognition to Caleb's surveillance systems. Caleb uses his engineering knowledge to improve Mephisto's speed and flight patterns.

Before you know it, Sylus is at your house every evening, never failing to bring an expensive wine or champagne that somehow pairs perfectly with the dinner Caleb is cooking for you. And all they do is chat about their latest programs/builds, their mutual enemies, and their favorite topic: you.

Needless to say, their dynamic can get... intense. Sylus is naturally confident and secure in his relationship with you. You know each other intimately, both in mind and body.

He's always composed and confident, biding his time, giving you enough space to crave him so intensely, all you're left to do to ease the ache is pull him in and have your way with him.

Caleb, however, was your first everything. Your first kiss, your first time connecting with someone intimately, there's a skin-and-bone-deep knowledge between you (that Caleb happily leverages).

He's all pull and gravity, centering himself around you, taking your pleasure into his own hands, playing with it, controlling it. Because he knows exactly what you like, how you’ll break, when you’ll beg him to keep going, and when you're ready to stop.

But Sylus and Caleb are both used to being in control, kings of their respective castles, so when things get intimate, the battle for dominance is kind of fierce. (And your body is the battleground hehe)

Caleb always kisses you first – of course he does. Fast, hungry. He’s starving and you’ll always be the only thing that can satisfy him. His hand curls behind your head, tracing the sensitive spot behind your ear. The other holds your waist to keep you right where he wants you, your body locked into his.

Sylus just sits back and watches with a knowing smirk, letting his hand slide along your thigh, curl up and inward until you’re breaking away from Caleb and turning toward him. But Sylus' kiss is deliberate. Controlled. His lips holding yours like he’s savouring you, claiming you in slow increments, deepening only when you open for him. It’s practiced and it’s patient. Like he’s tasting what Caleb rushed past.

Eager to kiss you again, Caleb’s mouth would trail up your neck. Hungry, slow, dragging warm gusts of breath into each kiss until each of your hands curl into their shirts. His breath ghosting over your cheek, moving in for your mouth despite Sylus' claim over it.

Deliberately, Caleb brushes his mouth against yours and Sylus,' just a pass at first, a non-verbal 'my turn' to the obstacle between him and you. Sylus doesn't blink or budge though, and Caleb's mouth lingers in a dare. A lick of the lips. A kiss. Two kisses.

Predator that he is, Sylus murmurs out a "Hasn't the puppy realized my kitten's done playing with him?" before he bites down in ambush, teeth closing around Caleb's lip, claiming it for himself until there's a surprised catch in Caleb's breath, followed by and a long, shuddering groan. You gape in surprise, your breath ghosting over their joined lips, your body locked between theirs.

Sylus just hums into Caleb’s mouth, low and deliberate, tilting his head to go deeper. Caleb is on his own hunt however, and finally captures Sylus' tongue, sucking it into his mouth in retaliation until Sylus fists the hair at yours and Caleb's nape, making your breath catch.

Neither of them misses it as their lips slowly unlock, just far enough to make eye contact and exchange the most sly, scheming look before violet and scarlet are aimed back at you.

That's the moment the battle subsides. When the tension, the intensity, it all coalesces and aims in your direction. You. The reason they orbit each other at all. The person they protect. Their favorite subject. Their softest spot. The one thing they will always agree on.

Sylus' fingers tighten at your neck and you don't realize he'd activated his evol until a red-black mist curled like smoke along your skin, disintegrating the fabric of your clothing thread by thread until the cool air hits your thighs and your chest.

At the same time, you're being moved, gravity easing itself around you until you're positioned into Sylus' lap, flushed and exposed.

Caleb’s eyes drink you in as his evol strengthens, a subtle nudge that pulls your hips forward and pushes your back into Sylus' chest.

It's a masterfully executed maneuver and you start squirming from the pressure of Sylus’s fingers playing with the center of you.

They’re not just taking turns. They’re building off each other, pairing their evols like the hands of a trained musician, one holding, one plucking, both tuned to only to you.

Sylus' evol holds your legs open with mist-made ribbons as his fingers continue working you while Caleb's evol keeps your head tilted in his direction, letting his hand settle on your jaw so he can finally kiss you, and taste the way Sylus makes you come apart.

When it comes to you and Caleb, Sylus wants to make sure he leaves his mark. Whether it's the indent of his canines in Caleb's shoulder or the bruise of his lips under your jaw. His favourite is watching you both wear nothing but his evol. When yet another article of clothing is never to be seen again and his mist trails over your and Caleb's skin, coiling around your neck, around Caleb's thighs like silk manacles.

He uses it for more than leaving his mark though. Even when it's your turn to tease Caleb, when Sylus promises "he's all yours, sweetie" when you're in your colonel's lap, looking at Sylus over Caleb's shoulder.

Those strands of energy still take control of your hands, guide them where he wants them on Caleb's body. Your fingertips trailing over Caleb's nipples instead of his thighs, your nails painting red trails onto Caleb's biceps instead of his back, your palm squeezing the base of Caleb with more force than you could ever produce.

Your favorite thing? Watching the mental (and physical) chess match between these two powerful men unfold at your feet.

Sylus' taunts at Caleb: "Is our puppy growling again, sweetie?" "Careful, Colonel, you might hurt your leash." "So obedient for me, what a good little soldier." With Caleb's strikes back: "At least the puppy seems to have more stamina than you, old man." "I didn't say you could move your hips." “You're a wanted man, of course I'm going to restrain you."

Caleb pinning Sylus to the wall, gravity locking his arms in place. Sylus retaliating with a strand of his evol trailing up Caleb's inner thigh and squeezing. Caleb gritting his teeth, “You never play fair.” Sylus murmuring back, “And you never last long."

When it comes to you and Sylus, on the other hand, Caleb loves to punish. A slow tightening of pressure around Sylus' throat, like a collar tightening around a disobeying lion. Shackles of force holding your legs open wide enough to fit both of their heads.

And Caleb's favorite? Overstimulating Sylus with you. Pushing down on you, creating an invisible weight to keep Sylus inside you, to keep you tightening around him like a vice over and over again. Until the Onychinus leader is a trembling mess beneath you both and Caleb gets to say “Didn’t realize criminals could beg so sweetly."

But between them, between their synchronized evols and their sharp minds and their hot lips and their reverent touches, you discover an almost a yin and yang-like dynamic with them. Opposing sides of the same coin. With you as their shared focus, their common foundation. Their reason for existence.

[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

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[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

Instant Loss x Caleb

Summary: About Caleb getting put on his place by you!

Content: Mention of brother-sister relationship [NO INCEST!!] + Size difference + Sub! Caleb + Cunnilingus +

Note: There's this audio in a certain community in Reddit that is so so good! I'm really into the plot of "Confident A ends up getting railed by B", might as well make something for it! I will be away for some time cause I'm going on a trip! I may do a part two of this cause the concept is just that good imo! ദ്ദി •⩊• )

Confident! Caleb who keeps boasting about how strong he is. He keeps flexing those huge biceps, pressing your pretty face between them as he keeps rumbling about how proud he is about them, and how little you look in contrast with him. You were planning on simply letting him boast all he wanted, that was of course, until he said that sentence: "I can easily beat you without even blinking!" Caleb looked so happy after saying that, surely you had to do something... right?

Before he notices, his body is pressed against the mattress, your hands quickly grabbing his trousers and pulling them down, together with his cute hot dog underwear. "Wa...Wait a second! You can't just-- Oh gosh!" You ignore his please, getting his cock wet with your own fluids before pressing his tip against your entrance, his cock entering you rapidly as you kept moving your hips up and down, suddenly letting your weight fall on it, Caleb's eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he feels his poor cock being constantly bullied by your gummy walls, pressing on him and forcing him to stay still as came with a soft whine.

"Pi-pips... Just... just give me a few minutes, 'kay?" Caleb's face was completely flushed, his chest rapidly moving up and down as a few drops of sweat down his forehead.

Confident! Caleb who still refuses to lose to you. It took him over a month to recover part of his cockiness, spending as much time as possible in the gym, busting his whole body so as to grow even more muscles. He knew you were strong, after all, you worked as a hunter. Still, he just couldn't allow himself to lose to you, he always saw himself as the typical older brother, the one that is always stronger, always protecting their beloved younger sister. He was completely aware that this was just a silly idea, it wasn't as if you were still the naïve and weak child he used to protect, but it was just impossible for him to accept his own weakness. "Hey, pips! I know last time was a bit... Shameful for me, I have chosen to keep on trying, I'm sure you have noticed I'm bigger! I bet now I can easily pick you up and--"

Once again, Caleb was suddenly tackled to the sofa, forcing him to lay on it as you suddenly got on top of him, keeping both of his wrists pinned down over his head with just one of your hands, using the other to remove your panties, quickly sitting on top of his face, then you lowered both his trousers and underwear, using your right hand to masturbate his dick, using your used panties to masturbate him as you moved around, guiding Caleb into all the places that felt good for you, his whole body shaking from the overstimulation of having his dick being masturbated at a fast rhythm while he kept sucking on your clit, sometimes licking your slit and entering the entrance with his tongue.

By the time you finally got down off his face, poor Caleb had came over three times, his face completely soaked with a mixture of his saliva, your fluids, and the fat tears that rolled down his cheeks each time he came. "Too... too much... I'm sorry pips, I'll... I'll behave next time... Won't get cocky, promise..." You kissed his forehead, letting him recover as you made your way to the bathroom.

[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

We'll Be Fine

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡

𝐒𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏. 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏. 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓—𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓—𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒓. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑨 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑨 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓. 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆—𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂, 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 (18+).

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Jinu walked alone, his breath misting in the cold night air, each step echoing against the empty street. His heart still raced from the confrontation with Huntrix, a cold dread settling in his bones. 

Rumi was half demon.

And worse—she was a hunter.

The air split open without sound, reality bending like molten glass. Heat surged behind him, and in the next blink, Jinu was no longer in the city—but underground. The earth trembled beneath his feet, and the walls of black stone glowed faintly with veins of magma. At the heart of it all roared a massive inferno—no shape, no face, just a swirling mass of fire with a voice that burned into his bones.

Gwi-ma.

His presence wasn’t seen—it was felt. A scorching pressure that weighed on the soul. The flames pulsed once, and the voice came like a low rumble from the pit of the earth itself.

“One of the Hunters bears my mark, but I have no control over her.”

“But the other one…” Gwi-ma’s grin was felt more than seen. “I can reach her… through the mind. She’s the hunters sister.”

Jinu stiffened.

A sudden gust of heat lashed across Jinu’s skin, searing without burning.

“She hears me. She feels me. My voice lingers in her mind. She may be caged now, but if she stands with us…” The fire rose higher, devouring the shadows. “Humans will fall more easily when she is by my side. By yours.”

Jinu staggered as a vision poured into his mind, uninvited and consuming.

Jinu’s breath hitched.

And there she was.

The girl.

She was curled into herself on the floor of what looked like a stone chamber—arms wrapped around her knees, hair hanging loose and wild. A thick metal collar circled her throat, and a single iron chain rattled softly whenever she shifted. She didn’t cry. She didn’t speak. But her chest rose and fell too fast. Her body was trembling with exhaustion, or maybe frustration, or maybe something else she didn’t understand.

The instant his eyes locked on her, something snapped inside him. A throb pulsed in his chest, radiating outward, curling through his bones and down into that ancient place where instinct lived. Where hunger lived. Where she now lived.

He didn’t notice his claws sliding out until they scraped against his thigh, his body vibrating with the sudden flare of need. His scent shifted—hot, sharp, laced with dominance. He tried to breathe through it, but the air was thick, his lungs straining under the weight of a bond that hadn’t even fully snapped into place.

And then it happened.

A low, guttural sound bloomed in his throat, uninvited and uncontrollable. A purr. Deep and primal, meant only for a bonded Omega.

Jinu bit it back with a harsh swallow, jaw locking tight as he forced the sound down. 

Not here. Not in front of him.

He curled his fingers into fists, nails biting into his palms as he stared at her image. Her. His lungs burned. His inner Alpha roared. Something about her was off in a way that made his bones hum. Like a magnetic pull just beneath the surface of his skin. He couldn’t name it. He didn’t want to. But he felt it.

And that was dangerous.

The vision flickered—closer now. Her head turned, just enough to catch the light. She was beautiful, but not the kind of beauty meant for this world. Her lips were dry, parted just slightly. Her lashes low. Her expression was dazed. Worn.

Vulnerable.

Too vulnerable.

Jinu swallowed hard.

“Find her,” the demon whispered, voice fading back into the flames. “See what she becomes… when she’s no longer bound.”

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────

The scent of sweat, cedar, and something darker curled in the air of their penthouse. The boys were scattered across the space—shirts clinging to their skin after training, damp hair falling into their eyes, muscles tense and restless like they were waiting for something they couldn’t name.

Jinu stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes distant as dusk filtered in through the curtains. The burn in his chest hadn’t left since the vision. Since her.

“Are you gonna say it,” Abby muttered, wiping his neck with a towel, “or will you keep standing there like a statue?”

Romance looked up from where he sprawled on the couch, an eyebrow raised. “Something’s been crawling under your skin since last night.”

Jinu’s jaw worked, a flicker of gold flashing through his irises when he turned to face them. “There’s another demon.”

Mystery stilled. Romance’s brows furrowed. Baby, lying upside down on the couch, blinked slowly.

“Another hunter?” Romance asked.

Jinu shook his head. “Not exactly.”

He let the silence stretch before speaking again—lower this time, chest vibrating faintly with the weight of it. “She’s not a hunter. But she’s blood-related to one.”

“To Rumi?” Baby sat upright.

“She has a sister,” Jinu confirmed. “Half-demon. Half-human.”

Abby stood from where he’d been crouched by the fireplace, voice clipped. “Why haven’t we heard of her before?”

“Because she’s been hidden.” Jinu’s voice cracked now. “Locked away.”

Romance’s head tilted, expression darkening. “By who?”

Jinu’s gaze dropped. “Celine.”

The word hit the air like a whipcrack.

“You mean their aunt?” Abby asked, stepping closer.

Romance cursed low under his breath.

“She was just a kid when it started,” Jinu continued, barely able to keep the gravel out of his voice. “Their aunt couldn’t control her powers. Couldn’t ‘purify’ them like Rumi’s. So she locked her away. Hid her. Bound in a collar with suppressants, runes burned into her skin. They’ve been keeping her out of sight for years.”

“What the fuck?” Baby hissed.

Mystery’s voice came quiet, dangerous. “And the hunter?”

“She doesn’t know,” Jinu cut in. “Celine’s been feeding her lies. Said the girl was born tainted. Said she didn’t survive the ritual. Rumi thinks she died years ago.”

Baby looked stunned. “And all this time…”

“She’s been hidden.” Jinu’s tone trembled now. “Isolated. Shackled. Buried underground like she’s a sin.”

Romance rubbed a hand over his face. “How do you know all this?”

Jinu hesitated. “Gwi-ma showed her to me. A vision.”

Mystery spoke, quiet but firm. “What did you feel?”

Jinu looked away.

That was answer enough.

Abby stepped forward, voice low. “You felt her.”

“I felt her,” he murmured. “the second I saw her, something inside me moved. Like my Alpha had been waiting his whole damn life just to see her face.” He swallowed hard, eyes darkening. My Alpha almost tore out of me. My claws wouldn’t retract. My body wanted to find her and take her.”

Abby stood slowly, his fists clenched, fury starting to rise in waves off his skin. “She’s been rotting in some prison while we’ve been here?”

“She’s not even bonded,” Jinu growled. “No protection. No one to soothe her instincts. And she’s starting to feel it. I saw the way her body reacted. She doesn’t know what’s happening to her—but she feels us. Feels me”

Abby moved, slow but purposeful, until he was right in front of Jinu. “Where is she?”

“South of Seoul,” Jinu answered. “A cathedral repurposed into a containment site. Not even on maps anymore. Celine's been keeping her there, claiming it’s for purification. But all she’s done is isolate her.”

Abby’s hands clenched into fists. “We’re getting her out. Now.”

“And Rumi?” Mystery asked. “What do we do with her?”

“She’s not the enemy,” Jinu said. “Not yet. She’s under Celine’s control—just like her sister is. But when the truth comes out…”

“She’ll break,” Romance finished.

“We all will,” Jinu whispered. “If we don’t get to her in time.”

For a moment, no one said a word.

Then Abby grabbed his jacket, voice thick. “I don’t care how deep they buried her. Or who stands in the way. If she’s ours, no one gets to keep her caged.”

Jinu was already moving. “We bring her back. Even if we have to burn that place to the fucking ground.”

The place trembled with their energy now. Five Alphas, pulsing with the scent of purpose, of claim, of something old and unshakable.

The bond had begun.

And nothing—not fire, not stone, not even blood—would stop it from completing.

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ─────

The cathedral loomed like a corpse in the fog, its stone walls broken and bleeding ivy. Abby and Jinu moved in sync, shadows stretching behind them as they passed beneath the ruined archways, down a dark hall where the air grew heavy. Too heavy. Every step down the forgotten stairs was a fight to breathe.

Something was calling to them.

You were calling to them.

Every stair they descended toward that underground crypt made the pressure worse, made the bond sharper, more suffocating.

And then they saw you.

Curled in the far corner like a broken thing. Your frame folded in on itself, limbs trembling, hair wild and matted against sweat-slicked skin. The faint, sickly light of suppressive runes bathed your body in a sterile glow. An iron collar dug into the tender skin of your throat, chained to the floor like some cursed, forgotten relic. Every twitch you made sent a dull clink of metal echoing through the place—and every flinch made the chains hiss with sparks.

You were whimpering.

Every soft, broken sound that fell from your lips shredded something in both of them.

“Jinu…” Abby’s voice cracked, breaking under the weight of it. “Is that her?”

His heart stopped.

You were devastating.

Even like this—sweat-soaked, skin pale, lip bitten raw from the effort not to scream—you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The bond snapped tight in his chest like a chain pulled taut.

His eyes glowed gold.

Claws slid out with a low metallic scrape.

Demon marks shimmered to life beneath his skin, slashing across his neck, his jaw, the inside of his arms like flame-kissed ink.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “She’s our mate.”

Another whimper escaped your lips—smaller this time, like you were trying to hold it in. You shifted slightly and the runes flared. Magic lashed over your skin like fire. You sobbed, twisting in pain, body jerking helplessly as the punishment triggered again.

“Shh…don’t move,” Jinu said quickly, voice laced with panic and heat. He pressed a hand against the bars, his body thrumming with the urge to shift and tear through the fucking metal. “You’ll hurt yourself, baby, stop—”

Your head moved. Just a little. Like it took everything in you.

You heard him.

And then—broken, barely a whisper—you spoke.

“…Alpha…”

The word shattered them.

Abby dropped to his knees beside Jinu, his entire body trembling with restraint. “We’re here, little omega,” he rasped, reaching through the bars with clawed hands. “We’ve got you now. We’ve got you.”

You whimpered again, eyes fluttering open for a second. Glassy. Lost. Your body tried to crawl forward—instinct driving you toward the bond. Toward them. But the runes struck like whips the moment you moved. Your body arched, convulsing in pain, before collapsing again like a puppet with cut strings.

“She’s reacting to us,” Jinu growled, voice raw with helpless rage. “She feels the bond. She’s trying to reach us.”

“She can’t,” Abby snarled, jaw clenched, eyes glowing. “These fucking wards—they’re punishing her for even reacting.”

Another sob ripped from your chest. You were trembling all over now—your body knowing what your mind couldn’t. The bond was trying to pull you into their arms, to safety, but it was killing you in the process.

You dragged one knee forward, teeth sinking into your lip to swallow the scream.

The collar flared violently.

Agony lanced through you like lightning, seizing your limbs until you collapsed.

“NO!” Jinu’s voice cracked like a whip through the air, broken and frantic. “Don’t move—don’t, angel, please. It’s hurting you.”

The stone floor was cold against your cheek. You gasped. Again and again. Every breath a jagged knife inside your lungs. Your vision blurred, tears spilling before you realized you were crying.

“I… I can’t…” Your voice cracked. “It hurts…”

You didn’t even know if they could hear you. You didn’t know if you were dreaming.

“You don’t have to come to us,” Abby said softly, voice so deep it vibrated through your bones. One hand pressed flat to the iron, like he could will it out of existence. “We’ll come to you. We’ll tear this fucking place apart if we have to. You hear me?”

Your head gave the smallest nod. Barely.

And then your lips parted again. “Alpha…”

Their breath caught.

“I dreamed about you,” you whispered, like a confession that had been rotting in your chest for years.

The world stopped moving.

“I didn’t know who you were,” you continued, voice shaking. “But I kept hearing voices. Feeling warmth. Smelling things that made my whole body ache. I thought I was going insane.”

Jinu pressed his forehead to the bars like it hurt to be separated from you. “No, angel. You weren’t crazy. You were just waiting. Waiting for us.”

Tears slipped free, hot against your cheeks. “I didn’t know it would hurt like this,”

The pain in your voice was a blade, slicing straight through them.

Jinu’s claws raked deep grooves into the stone beside him. “We need to get her out now. I swear to god, I’ll rip through every fucking wall—”

“I’m figuring out the seal,” Abby growled, eyes burning gold as he scanned the glowing runes. “Just keep her still. If she gets hit again…”

His voice trailed off. He didn’t have to finish it.

Jinu dropped to his knees, his voice turning feral-soft, lowering to a rumble that sank deep under your skin. “Breathe for me, baby. That’s it. Just breathe. Don’t move. Don’t fight it. Let your Alphas come to you now. Let us take care of everything.”

Your lips trembled.

And then… something changed.

The air shifted.

Warmth wrapped around your body—unseen but unmistakable. Jinu’s scent. His pheromones rolled out thick and warm like honey, flooding the space between you, smothering the panic that clawed inside your chest.

Your pulse slowed.

Bit by bit, your muscles loosened. Your body stopped flinching.

The trembles faded.

“That’s it…” Jinu whispered, his voice melting into something reverent. “That’s it, sweet girl. Good omega. That’s my girl.”

His praise washed over you like balm.

You blinked slowly. Your lips parted as you exhaled a shaky breath, surrender threading every corner of your soul. You didn’t have to crawl anymore. Didn’t have to beg or fight.

They were here.

And so you did the only thing your body would allow.

You stopped fighting

The iron bars hissed like they were alive, sparks spitting and screaming as Abby’s claws sank deep into the enchanted metal. Beside him, Jinu’s breath came in ragged bursts, golden eyes slitted, fangs bared, his control fraying at the seams. He was seconds from shifting. Seconds from losing the leash on his alpha instincts. 

The cathedral could burn. Crumble. Cease to exist.

You were behind those bars.

And they were getting you out.

Abby’s muscles flexed with primal purpose, demon marks blazing along his arms like fire etched beneath his skin. With a roar that rattled the bones of the world, he tore through the final seal, claws slashing through the cursed steel like it was paper soaked in ash and sin.

A scream echoed through the underground.

Not yours.

The bars themselves were the ones begging for mercy.

And then—they shattered.

The entire cage exploded inward, twisted steel sent flying, heat and cold colliding in a violent rush. The very air gasped, like it had been holding its breath, waiting to be allowed to touch you again.

It hit your skin like knives. Raw air. Magic-shattered silence. The scent of your Alphas flooding in.

Your lungs jolted, sucking in a broken gasp that tasted like blood and freedom. You didn’t even realize you’d been holding your breath until it escaped in a soft, choked sob.

Jinu was on you in seconds.

He dropped to his knees, hands cupping your face with a gentleness that didn’t match the violence burning in his gold-slit eyes. His chest rumbled with a low, deep purr, instinctive and raw, vibrating straight into your bones.

“Shh, baby. You’re okay. You’re safe,” he whispered, his voice hoarse as he tucked your hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek like it was the most precious thing he’d ever touched. " Your alpha is here now. We’ve got you. We’ve got you.”

Your lips parted, breath trembling.

“Alpha…”

You reached for Abby, your fingers barely lifting but desperate for warmth. He was already there, crouched beside Jinu, his presence a wall of heat and control barely held in check. His eyes burned. His purrs joined Jinu’s, deeper, rougher, almost protective.

“It hurts,” you choked, tears leaking down your cheeks as the collar shifted and bit into your throat again. You whimpered. Jinu’s purr stuttered. His claws clicked out with a metallic shiver.

“I know, angel,” he rasped, forehead pressing gently to yours, his scent pouring from him now in thick, soothing waves. “I know it does. I’m gonna take it away. I swear to you. Just hold on a little longer.”

His forehead pressed to yours. The vibration in his chest deepened, the purr becoming a steady hum that curled inside you, coaxing you back from the edge.

Abby’s hand wrapped around your ankle. His touch was warm, calloused, the pads of his fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles against your skin.

“You’re safe now,” he murmured, his voice thick, hypnotic, laced with an alpha’s promise. “No one will touch you again. Not unless it’s us. Not unless you want it. No one will hurt you, not while we breathe. You're ours now.”

The way he said it didn’t leave room for argument.

Yours.

Yours.

Yours.

Your body trembled beneath the collar and cuffs, the sharp edge of every breath dragging pain across your chest. But their scent wrapped around you, thick and dominant, drowning out the sting. And that sound—those purrs—their purrs—was pulling something deep from inside you. Something instinctual. Something desperate.

You tried to shift toward them. The chain clinked. The collar bit in harder.

You whimpered.

A growl tore from Jinu’s chest. His claws extended again. “Get this shit off her,” he snarled.

Then a voice slithered through the air, mocking and smug.

“Well, isn’t this sweet.”

Abby’s head turned first. Slow. Dangerous.

A man stood at the top step, staff uniform unbuttoned, posture loose with arrogance. He descended like he had all the time in the world, eyes flicking lazily between you and your alphas.

“You’re trespassing,” he said, arms crossed as his gaze dipped toward your chained body. “She’s locked up for a reason, you know. Half-breed trash like her? Better in chains.”

Jinu didn’t blink.

Abby stood, slow and silent, eyes glowing brighter now.

“She’s ours,” he said, voice calm. But it was the kind of calm that came before violence. “Watch your mouth.”

The man scoffed. “She’s pretty. Shame, really. But you two look like the type to want a challenge. Just hope you’re not into damaged goods.”

The world stopped.

Your body froze. Breath caught in your lungs. Even your pain dulled under the pressure of rage pressing down from both sides.

Jinu’s growl rose so low it made your bones vibrate. It didn’t sound human.

“Abby,” he said, voice calm in the most terrifying way. His eyes didn’t leave the man. “Cover her eyes.”

“Gladly.”

You barely had the time to breathe before Abby was behind you, his warmth flooding your back. One large hand slid gently over your eyes, shielding you from the ugliness in the room. His chest curled around you like a wall, solid and burning, his other arm wrapping across your front as if to pull you into his very skin.

His nose brushed against your temple, then down to your jaw, your neck, scenting you in slow, reverent drags. His breath hitched against your skin. “You smell so good omega,” he whispered, voice raw. “So soft… so sweet... fuck.”

His lips grazed your skin again, purring low and deep in his chest—so deep you felt it in your bones, vibrating through your spine. You couldn’t help it. A soft purr bubbled out of your own throat in return, timid and instinctive, like your body knew who it belonged to.

Abby gasped. His head dropped to your shoulder. His eyes rolled back, glowing faintly behind closed lids, as he groaned deep in his chest.

“God, baby,” he growled against your skin, inhaling like he needed your scent to live. “You’re such a good girl. So fucking good for us.”

You sagged back into his arms, the bond between you thrumming so loud it drowned out the world. Abby’s voice was the only thing you heard now, soft and low, his purr a constant lull in your ears.

“Just listen to me,” he whispered again, reverent. “Only me. You’re safe. We’ve got you. No one will ever touch what’s ours again.”

Behind you, Jinu moved.

He rose in one slow, terrifying motion, shoulders squared, fangs bared. His demon marks glowed brighter, licking up his throat, his jaw, the edges of his golden eyes, now slit like a predator's.

“Say that again,” he growled, his voice the sound of death. Cold. Final.

The man blinked. His smirk wavered.

“I said—” He didn’t finish.

One blink.

That was all.

And then Jinu was no longer standing across the room.

He had the man pinned to the far wall with a sickening crack, claws wrapped around his throat like iron. Fangs bared. His expression didn’t change. It was cold. Controlled. Deadly.

“You looked at her like she was an object,” Jinu hissed, every word laced with venom. “You spoke about her like she was trash. You think I’ll let you live?”

The man kicked. Clawed at his wrist. But Jinu didn’t flinch.

“She’s mine. She’s ours. She carries our fucking scent.”

The air thickened with magic—burning, suffocating. The stones behind the man’s head cracked again from the pressure of Jinu’s grip.

“You’re not even worth the energy it would take to rip you apart.”

The man choked, gurgling. “Y-you can’t—”

“Try me.”

Jinu’s claws clenched. There was another sickening crack and the man’s head snapped back with a brutal crunch. The sound echoed.

“You think I won’t end you?” Jinu’s voice turned feral. “Think I won’t devour the soul of a filthy little insect who dared to speak her name like that?”

He leaned in. His purr was a violent rumble now—not comfort, not affection. Rage. Pure and raw.

“I will enjoy this.”

And then you felt it.

The tear of something unseen. The sick pull of a soul being ripped from its shell.

A pulse of dark energy washed over the chamber, primal and terrifying. Jinu’s power surged through the room as he sent the man’s essence straight to Gwi-ma without blinking.

The body crumpled.

Lifeless. Useless. Forgotten.

And just like that… silence returned.

Jinu turned, slowly, eyes still burning gold, but his face softened the second he looked at you. His purr returned—different now. Protective. Possessive. Seductive.

“Mine,” he murmured under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

Abby eased his hand from your eyes, his palm now stroking your cheek, murmuring soft nothings while his other hand stayed curled around your ankle, anchoring you to the present.

“You did so well,” Abby whispered, breath fanning over your temple. “Held on for us like a good girl.”

Jinu crouched in front of you, pupils blown wide, eyes never leaving yours. He reached for the collar, that awful iron still biting into your throat. His jaw ticked. His claws twitched.

“This—” he snarled, “—doesn’t belong on you.”

And with a twist of his wrist, the collar shattered.

It hit the ground with a metallic clang.

The second it was off—

They smelled you.

Not the muted, suppressed version they’d barely clung to in the room’s haze.

No.

The real you.

Both men stilled, their chests heaving as the fragrance of your scent flooded the air. It was warm, rich, and so devastatingly addictive their bodies reacted before their minds caught up.

“Fuck,” Abby choked, a guttural groan pouring from his throat. His arms wrapped around you from behind, possessive and desperate, and his face buried in your neck like he needed to drown in you. “That’s you? That’s what you’ve been hiding from us, little omega?”

Jinu’s lips parted as he leaned in, eyes wide and dazed. He inhaled deeply, his tongue flicking out to taste the air near your throat. “Sweet... gods, you’re so fucking sweet.”

Your body instinctively arched between them, overwhelmed by the intensity, by the bond humming louder than your heartbeat. And then, softly, from deep in your chest, you purred.

It was involuntary. Natural. Meant for them.

They shattered.

Abby groaned low, his eyes rolling back, hips pressing flush to your back as he rutted against you instinctively, breath ragged. “Fuck. That sound—baby, you’re killing me,” he growled, his lips dragging along your temple. “So good. So fucking good for us.”

Jinu was on his knees in front of you, hands gripping your thighs like he needed to feel your pulse to stay grounded. His head dipped, forehead resting just above your chest, his breath fanning over your skin. “Good girl,” he whispered hoarsely. “So fucking good... purring for your alphas like that. Just like that, baby. Just like that.”

The purring didn’t stop.

Yours, soft and melodic, curled into theirs—rougher, deeper, primal. The sound was thick in the air, wrapping around the three of you like a blanket of heat and bond, melting the pain from your limbs. Abby and Jinu kept you close, their bodies radiating warmth, their hands gentle as they checked your wrists, your legs, your scent.

“She's okay,” Abby whispered, like he needed to say it aloud to believe it. He brushed your hair back, his eyes still glowing faintly. “She’s safe now.”

Abby didn’t even blink when he lifted you with one arm, his hand curling firmly beneath your thighs while the other rested against your lower back, large and possessive and so warm. His touch sent a shiver spiraling through your spine. Not fear. Never fear with him. Just the high of being held by someone that strong, that effortlessly dominant.

My Alpha’s strong. So stronggg.

Your omega purred louder at the thought, helpless against the way your body melted into him.

You curled closer, nose brushing against the crook of Abby’s neck, where his scent was thickest. He smelled like heat and salt and leather and something darker underneath—something that made your teeth ache and your thighs clench. 

“You like that?” he murmured, voice dark, amused, hungry. “You like how easy it is for me to carry you, little omega?”

You let out a soft sound—somewhere between a moan and a purr—and he groaned in return, kissing your shoulder slowly, possessively.

He moved like a shadow down the hall, carrying you like you were weightless. And yet his grip never softened. Like if anyone even looked at you, he’d crush them without blinking.

For the world?

He was fire.

But for you?

He was soft.

Jinu opened the car door and stepped aside, but not without brushing his fingers over your lower back—tender, grounding, a silent I'm right here. He watched you both with a look that could kill anyone not wearing your scent.

“She’s still purring,” Jinu murmured, his voice wrecked and filled with something reverent.

“Course she is,” Abby replied, climbing into the car with you still tucked in his arms, settling you in his lap like you belonged there. “She knows she’s safe now.”

The doors shut with a heavy thud. The outside world vanished.

Inside the vehicle, the air was thick with their scent. The scent of protection. Possession. Home.

Jinu climbed in beside you and reached across, letting his hand slide over your waist, down your thigh, checking every inch of you again, like he needed to feel that you were whole. You didn’t flinch—you leaned into it. You leaned into him.Leaned into them.

The car started with a smooth, luxurious rumble, gliding into motion like a predator at rest.

You were warm. Caged in muscle. Drenched in scent.

Abby’s chest rose beneath your cheek like the swell of ocean tides—slow, steady, grounding. His arm curled beneath you, bicep flexing around your waist like a living wall of muscle. Jinu sat beside you, legs spread wide, one thigh pressed against yours. His hand traced lazy, slow circles over your knee, like he was memorizing the shape of you. His touch never left your skin—not for a second.

You purred again, a soft, dreamy sound that vibrated against Abby’s chest and curled under Jinu’s skin. The low hum of the road beneath you, the heady scent of them filling the car, and the lull of their voices... it was all too much. Too good. Too safe.

“She’s so soft when she sleeps,” Jinu murmured, voice barely above a breath. He brushed a stray strand of hair from your cheek, knuckles grazing your skin with reverence. “So trusting... it makes me want to bite.”

Abby chuckled darkly, lips brushing against your temple as he exhaled. “She’s never gonna feel alone again,” he murmured. “Not on our watch.”

Jinu’s fingers drifted higher, skimming up your thigh where your shorts had ridden up. His thumb grazed the sensitive inside, slow, deliberate. “She doesn’t even know what’s coming,” he whispered, heat curling in his tone. “We’re going to ruin her. Break her in the sweetest fucking way.”

Abby’s breath hitched. He pressed a kiss to your head, soft but possessive. “She’s already ruined me.”

You shifted in your sleep, body arching ever so slightly into Abby’s hold, nose nuzzling the line of his throat where his scent was strongest. Your omega purred louder, instinct chasing his warmth. . You were so close to waking—on the edge of it—but Jinu’s voice caught you just in time.

“Shh...not yet baby,” he whispered, leaning close, his breath feathering over your cheek. “Rest. We’ve got you.”

Abby’s grip around you flexed subtly, possessive. He dipped his head, nuzzling into your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head that lingered.

“She’s gonna have five Alphas wrapped around her finger,” he muttered, voice rough with awe. “They’re gonna lose their fucking minds when they see her.”

Jinu’s hand never left your waist, thumb stroking in slow, soothing circles as he reached into his jacket with the other. He unlocked his phone without looking, his golden gaze pinned to your face like he was memorizing every blink of your lashes, every soft exhale.

He opened the pack group chat.

Jinu: We found her.

The replies came almost instantly.

Mystery: WHERE?

Romance: Is she okay?

Baby: Do I need to kill someone?

Jinu smiled faintly and typed back, eyes never leaving your face.

Jinu: She’s safe. We’re bringing her home.

He stared at the message for a beat. Then, slowly, he locked his phone again and slipped it away.

But his eyes never left you.

“You have no idea what’s coming, little one,” Jinu murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed the curve of your shoulder, soft and reverent. “You’re going to be loved so hard it’ll ruin you.”

Abby’s voice followed like a shadow, hot against your ear. “You’re never lifting a finger again. Not when you’ve got five alphas ready to worship the ground you walk on.”

Their bond coiled around you, wrapping tight like silk and heat and something sacred.

And in that moment…

there was no pain.

No past.

No fear.

Only their hands. Their voices. Their scent in your lungs.

And for the first time—

You didn’t just belong.

You were theirs.

And they would never let you forget it.

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Bound to Them

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 6: 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞

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𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚’𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔.𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍/𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔), 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒅𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 (18+)

a/n: sorry this chapter took a while to post, it was a bit tough figuring out the right moments for each of them, but I really hope you all enjoy how it turned out. Next chapter’s gonna be smut with all of them, so… yeah. pray for me 🥹

—𝑬𝒎𝒓𝒚𝒔 🩷

w/c: 11k+ not proof read

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It’s been a month since you officially became their manager.

A month of waking them up in the mornings, dragging them from bed one by one, sleep still clinging to their lashes and heat simmering low in their eyes. A month of chasing schedules, juggling calls, navigating press chaos and backstage madness. And through it all, trying—failing—to hold yourself together while five demons, impossibly beautiful and dangerously yours, made it their daily mission to unravel you piece by piece.

At first, it almost felt innocent.

Sweet, even.

“We’ll wait for her to come to us,” Jinu had said one night, sprawled across the studio couch, his voice a low hum, eyes flickering with something far too dangerous to be casual. That lazy smirk. That gaze that pinned you in place without a single touch.

And for a little while… they had.

It began with kisses. Just brushes at first. A soft press of lips to your temple as you handed off their mic. A warm mouth catching your skin just behind your ear as you reached for your clipboard. Fingers brushing yours before lifting your hand to their lips—pressing reverent, almost possessive kisses to your knuckles like they were swearing oaths no one else could hear.

But here's the thing….

Demons were never meant to be patient.

Not when their bond pulses hot beneath their skin. Not when their mate is right there, within reach, breathing their air, wearing their clothes, and looking at them like she didn’t even know how much she belonged to them.

Then the touches came next. Subtle. Testing. Fingers brushing the inside of your wrist, grazing the curve of your waist, a palm pressed low on your back—warm, firm, lingering just long enough to burn. They didn’t need to say anything. Their eyes said enough.

Ravenous.

Dark.

Possessive.

Like they were already stripping you bare in their minds and daring you to stop them. Like they were counting the seconds until you finally broke.

And the whispers?

God, the whispers.

Rehearsals. Studio hallways. Staff briefings. They didn’t care. They’d walk past you like nothing happened while you stood there burning alive—thighs pressed tight, skin flushed, teeth digging into your lip to stop the sound clawing its way up your throat.

And the worst part?

They never touched you all at once.

No. That would’ve been mercy.

Instead, they took turns.

One by one.

Taking their time. Tagging each other in like it was a shared, unspoken plan—how long could they keep you needy, desperate, soaked, and trembling before you snapped?

​​・・・・・​​⟢​​・・・・・​​⟢

It started in the elevator.

You rushed toward the elevator, heels tapping quick across the marble floor, just in time to see the doors starting to close.

“Hold it, please!”

A staff member caught it with one hand, flashing you a smile as the doors slowly slid back open.

“Thanks,” you said, breathless as you stepped inside, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

And then you felt it.

That stare.

You lifted your gaze—and froze.

Jinu.

He was already inside, standing at the back like he owned the space, all lean muscle and dark intensity. His expression was unreadable, but the curve of his mouth hinted at something cruelly amused. He didn’t greet you. Didn’t smile. Just watched. Eyes locked on you like they’d never left.

You gave him a quick, polite bow, the only thing your body seemed to remember how to do under his stare.

Be good. Be neutral. You repeated it in your head like a mantra.

But your body didn’t feel neutral.

Not under his stare.

He didn’t say a word.

Didn’t even blink.

Just that slight twitch of his jaw, the barest movement, like holding himself back was effort.

You turned around quickly, pretending to focus on the glowing floor numbers as the elevator started to move.

The other staff filled the space with mindless chatter, but you couldn’t hear a single word. You stood stiffly near the front, eyes focused on the glowing floor numbers, trying to breathe through the thick tension pulsing behind you.

Because you could feel him.

Jinu hadn’t move.

Suffocating.

But his presence wrapped around you like heat.

Thick.

Claiming.

You could feel his gaze trace your spine, slide beneath your clothes, drag low across your hips like he was mapping out the places he wanted to touch. He was watching you—studying you—his presence bigger than the small space could hold.

The elevator slowed. One staff member got off. Then another.

You were alone.

You barely had time to process the silence before you felt him move.

“Finally,” he rasped, voice low enough to curl in your belly. “No distractions. No cameras. Just you... and me.”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him off or maybe just breathe—but the words dissolved the moment he tugged you back into him.

He didn’t need to be rough. He never did.

Just one hand, low on your waist, guiding you with that quiet, dangerous confidence that always made your knees threaten to give.  His body pressed flush to yours, just enough to make you feel the hard, thick length of him, pressing deliberately into the curve of your lower back.

A quiet sound escaped your lips before you could stop it, and Jinu’s mouth curled into a smirk against your skin.

He chuckled, but it wasn’t amused. It was dark. Low. A sound scraped from somewhere deep in his chest as his lips brushed your temple.

“Yeah… you feel that, baby?” he muttered, voice dropping rough and dangerous, like velvet over broken glass. His hand slid higher, stroking beneath the curve of your chest, slow and deliberate, as if daring you to pretend you didn’t want it. “Been walking around all day pretending you don’t feel this bond clawing at you. Acting like you’re just a polite little staff with no idea what we are to each other.”

His fingers flexed, and his breath dragged hot across your skin.

“How cute,” he sneered softly, the word dipped in mockery. “You bowed to me. Bowed.” His hand gripped your waist tighter. “Like we’re strangers. Like I haven’t already had you crying my name, shaking under me, using that sweet little voice to beg...”

He leaned in, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. His lips dragged deliberately slow over your pulse, tongue flicking the spot like he was tasting the memory. A groan hummed against your skin—low, guttural, dangerous.

“You really thought I’d let that slide?” he murmured, voice rough with disbelief. “Standing there all prim and polite like we didn’t spend an entire night tangled up in each other? Like I didn’t mark every inch of you with these hands?”

You parted your lips to explain—something, anything—but his hand slid up, curling around your neck. Not rough. Not threatening. Just firm. Possessive. Like he needed the reminder that you were still his to touch.

His thumb brushed your jaw, coaxing your eyes back to his. His gaze was molten, heavy with memory and want.

“Did you forget...” he murmured, voice low and possessive, “exactly who you belong to?”

Your breath stuttered.

His hands moved again, one tracing a sinfully slow path up your ribs, the other brushing the outside of your thigh, teasing the hem of your skirt like he was deciding whether or not to behave.

He wasn’t in a rush. That was the worst part.

Everything he did was controlled. Calculated. He was savoring your helplessness, the way you trembled for him, the way your body leaned closer even when your mind tried to cling to logic.

“Such a bad little girl,” he murmured, voice thick and rich against your ear. “Acting like that in front of everyone. Acting like I don’t have the right to touch you anytime I want… anywhere I want.”

You whimpered, low and soft, shame and want crashing together in your chest. You could feel everything—his heat, his breath, the elevator wall biting cool against your front while he burned at your back. There was nowhere to run. No space to breathe. No escape from him.

His hand slid up your thigh, slow and possessive, dragging your skirt higher with the kind of unhurried control that said this body was his. That you were his. That he could take his time—ruin you at his pace, and you’d let him.

Jinu leaned in, breath skimming your cheek. His lips brushed the corner of your mouth, so close to a kiss, but still not giving. He wanted you trembling, needing.

“Do you want to be punished for that, baby?” he murmured, voice like velvet soaked in sin. “Because I will.” The promise was dark, seductive, lethal. “I’ll bend you right here, press you up against this wall and make you scream my name until you forget every other sound you’ve ever made.”

His hand gripped your hip tighter, dragging you back against the thick line of his arousal. The friction made your knees buckle. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the sound crawling up your throat.

“Let them hear,” he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice a brand. “Let the whole damn floor know who you belong to.”

He didn’t stop. He didn’t even give you time to breathe.

“I’ll press you into this wall,” he continued, voice dropping into a guttural rasp, “until your legs forget how to hold you… until that sweet little voice is nothing but broken moans and my name. Again. And again.”

Ding.

The elevator chimed.

And just like that, the spell snapped.

Jinu stepped back so smoothly it almost made you doubt he had touched you at all.

But your body knew better.

Your skin still pulsed with heat where his hands had roamed—your ribs, your thighs, the base of your neck. Your breath came shallow. Your knees felt weak. And your skirt... your damn skirt was still riding up from where he had pushed it, a silent reminder of everything he almost gave and ruthlessly took away.

He walked out first, composed as ever, hands buried in his pockets, that slow, maddening gait like he hadn’t just backed you against a wall and threatened to ruin you. Not even a glance in your direction.

But just before the doors began to close, he turned his head.

That smirk, slow, dark, and razor-sharp, curled across his lips. Predatory. Confident in the worst, most dangerous way. His eyes found yours like a hook sliding beneath your skin, pulling something hot and shaky to the surface.

And then they shifted.

Gold. Slitted. Glowing with that infernal demon heat that only surfaced when he was restraining himself. Barely.

That stare pinned you in place, roving over your body with a burn that felt like it left marks, branding you with every breath.

His voice slipped through the crack of the closing doors, smooth and sharp like velvet-wrapped steel.

“Fix your skirt, baby,” he murmured, dark amusement curling through every word. “Wouldn’t want anyone else to see what’s mine.”

You froze.

“And next time,” he added, voice lowering into something that scraped along your spine, “don’t bow at me like we’re strangers.”

His gaze held yours a beat longer, glowing, hungry, unapologetically possessive.

Then the doors closed.

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Then it was the hallway. 

The hallway was quiet except for the soft shuffle of your footsteps and the rustle of the clipboard in your hands. You were reading over the boys’ rehearsal notes, trying to focus—trying not to think about how hard it had become to get through a single day without being touched, teased, tortured.

You rounded the corner.

And collided straight into a wall of bare, burning muscle.

Warm. Unyielding. Unmistakable.

You gasped, stumbling back a step—but didn’t get far. A strong arm curled around your waist, steadying you like it was instinct. You blinked up—

Abby.

Shirtless. Sweat clung to the deep ridges of his chest, golden skin gleaming under the hallway lights like temptation carved in flesh. His eyes found yours, hooded and lazy with heat, and he didn’t look even a little sorry. If anything, he looked hungry.

You moved to pull away.

He didn’t let you.

His other hand slid down your back—slow, deliberate. Fingers trailing your spine like he had all the time in the world. Then lower. Until his palm curved over the swell of your ass like it was his right to touch you there.

He squeezed. Just once. Firm. Possessive.

Your whole body jolted.

Heat bloomed across your cheeks, throat tightening around a sound you barely caught in time. Someone could see. Someone was walking by.

“Abby,” you hissed, casting a sharp glance at the stylist passing by with headphones in. You tried to sound stern, professional.

But the tremble in your voice ruined you.

He leaned in, chest brushing yours like it was nothing—like he didn’t realize he was half-naked and pressing you into a wall. But Abby always knew what he was doing. Every move was deliberate. Predatory.

“You shouldn’t walk around with that little frown, baby,” he murmured, voice low and dark, curling around your ear like smoke. “Makes me want to smooth it out with my own mouth.”

Your breath caught sharply.

“And when you’re this distracted...” His hand gave one last slow squeeze before slowly dragging away, the heat of his touch lingering like a brand. “It’s like you want me to touch you.”

“I’m trying to work,” you whispered, though your pulse was chaos and your knees weren’t far behind. The clipboard trembled faintly in your grip, your fingers white-knuckled around it.

“And why are you shirtless? Put on a damn shirt.”

He tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming like he was already three steps ahead of you. “Why?” he said, voice soft and wicked. “You don’t like it?”

You didn’t answer fast enough.

So he reached for your hand.

You tensed—but he didn’t stop. He laced his fingers around your wrist and gently but firmly pulled it forward, lowering your palm until it rested flat against the center of his stomach.

His skin was hot. Slick with sweat. Rock solid beneath your fingers. His abs flexed subtly, like they were responding to your touch, to the tremble in your hand.

“These?” he purred, voice like velvet soaked in honey and heat. “They’re yours, baby.”

His gaze dropped to your lips. “I keep them like this for you.”

Your fingers trembled against the hard planes of his abs. You should’ve yanked your hand away.

You didn’t.

Abby kept your hand there, covering it with his own, guiding it downward at a torturously slow pace. Like he had all the time in the world and wanted you to feel everything.

Every groove of muscle.

Every shift of skin warming beneath your touch.

Lower… and lower…

Until you felt it.

Thick.

Hard.

Unmistakably aroused.

Pressed heavy and firm beneath the waistband of his sweats

Your eyes widened. A sharp, silent sound caught in your throat as your legs nearly gave out from under you. Your hand froze, trembling against him, fingers instinctively curling before you could stop yourself.

And he groaned.

A low, wrecked sound that rumbled up from his chest like it had been dragged from somewhere deep. His body jerked subtly, like even that small touch had snapped something inside him—and then he leaned into you, pressing more of his weight, more of his heat, into the space where your bodies touched.

Your breath hitched. "Abby," you whispered, voice breaking—half warning, all plea.

You felt it.

Twitching beneath your palm—right there.

Your heart thundered in your chest, breath stuttering as it caught in your throat.

Abby dropped his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice rough, ragged, and heavy with barely restrained hunger.

“You felt that?”

His fingers tightened over your wrist, holding your hand there, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, pressed right over the thick, aching proof of what you were doing to him. His next breath hit your neck hot and shaky, chest rising like he was barely holding back.

“Those are yours too, baby,” he rasped. “All of it.”

You trembled beneath the weight of his words. Of his body. Of the truth you could feel pulsing through your palm.

He nudged his nose against your cheek, mouth just barely grazing your jaw as he spoke again, softer now—but impossibly rough. “All you ever have to do… is ask.”

Your hand twitched again, accident or not, you didn’t even know anymore—and he groaned once more, this time deeper, throatier.

His hips pushed ever so slightly forward, just enough to make you feel him twitch beneath your hand.

You tried to breathe. Tried to think. Your body was on fire, your skin humming where he touched you, where he used to touch you.

Abby exhaled hard and stepped away from you, dragging his hand through his damp hair like it took everything in him not to come back for more.

His eyes were still locked on you, dark and hooded, filled with hunger and the echo of everything he didn’t do.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, half to himself. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

Then he turned, started walking off with that slow, lethal swagger, like he hadn’t just had you trembling in his hands.

“Better hurry princess,” he said over his shoulder, voice smooth and amused. “You’re already behind schedule.”

He paused mid-step, glancing back one last time, lips curling in a smirk that wrecked you.

“…and all I want to do is slow you down.”

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After that came the practice room. 

The rehearsal had been going smoothly too smoothly. The boys were focused, the lighting perfect, and for the first time all day, you dared to think you might make it through untouched.

You should’ve known better.

You didn’t hear him come up behind you, only felt the rush of heat pressing against your back, that undeniable pull in the air just before you’re claimed. Then, in one smooth, commanding motion, he spun you around and slammed you into the mirror.

The cold glass bit into your spine, sharp and jarring but his hands were already there. One curled possessively behind your head, fingers tangling in your hair, the other anchoring low on your back, holding you upright as he caged you in completely.

Romance’s chest pressed flush to yours, hot, damp, slick with sweat from rehearsal. His heat seeped through your skin, setting every nerve on fire.

His lips brushed your ear, low and molten, like a secret dipped in fire. “Such a good manager for us,” he purred, breath hot and heavy, “always so sweet. Always watching us with those pretty eyes… taking care of us like you were made for it.”

His nose skimmed the curve of your neck, inhaling slowly, like your scent was the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity.

“Want me to take care of you, princess?” he whispered, his breath trailing down your neck, sending shivers that curled through your spine. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Before you could catch your breath or form a protest, his free hand slipped under the hem of your shirt. His fingers were hot, rough, dragging over your stomach like he had every right to touch you there. Every inch he claimed burned, branded.

When his palm cupped your breast, his thumb brushed the peak through your bra—slow, teasing, relentless. Your breath stuttered. Your spine arched. Every nerve surged helplessly beneath his hand.

His grip on your wrists never faltered—steady, unyielding.

You whimpered, soft and wrecked, and he caught it immediately.

“There it is,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your cheek, “that sound I like so much.”

“You’re the only one we want,” he murmured, voice low and rough, every word dripping with possession. "You know that, don’t you? No one else could handle the five of us. No one else could calm the storm we are... and look this fucking good while doing it.”

His forehead dropped to yours, breath heavy, his grip tightening just enough to make your pulse jump. “You were made for us,” he whispered, reverent now. “And we were made to ruin anyone who tries to take you away.”

His hand drifted lower, tracing the curve of your waist, sliding down until his fingers brushed your waistband. Just the edge. Just enough to make your thighs squeeze together in instinct. He didn’t go further.

“You’re it for us, baby. The only one,” he breathed, his voice thicker now, weighted with a hunger he wasn’t bothering to hide. “Down to your scent, your voice, the way your soul pulls ours like gravity.” He pressed closer, so close there was barely air between you.

“Every inch of you was carved for us. You were never meant to belong to anyone else.”

His grip on your waist tightened, protective and possessive, as he pulled you even closer, like it physically hurt to be apart from you for even a second.

“And me?” he whispered, his forehead still resting against yours, golden eyes locked on you like a vow. “I was yours the second I saw you. Still am. Always will be. You could run halfway across the world, and I’d follow barefoot... just to kneel at your feet.”

A soft gasp escaped you, barely audible—but his gaze flared like he heard it anyway.

The demon inside him surged just beneath the surface—his golden eyes burning brighter, pupils slitting like a predator’s. Markings bloomed across his neck, crawling down his arms in glowing threads of heat, like his body couldn’t contain what you did to him.

“I’d rip the world apart before I let anyone else touch what’s mine.” His voice dropped, thick with reverence and something darker—something primal. “And I’ll spend every breath I have proving it to you… showing you you never have to doubt us. Never have to doubt me.”

Your breath stutters—then stops.

Because just past his shoulder, you saw them.

Abby, sprawled on the floor with his arms resting over his knees, watching you like prey. Jinu leaned against the wall, head tilted, eyes dark, tongue dragging slowly across his bottom lip like he could already taste you. Mystery sat close by, unreadable, but his gaze was locked on you, heavy and hungry. And Baby, perched on top of the speaker, grinning like he planned this. Like he dared you to fall apart for them.

Not one of them looked away.

Not one of them stopped him.

They wanted this.

They wanted you like this.

Your scent shifted, sharp and sweet, unmistakably theirs.

Romance didn’t even look.

He didn’t have to.

He felt it.

“Feel them watching you?” he whispered, his voice curling low as his nose traced along your throat. “They don’t mind, baby.”

“They love seeing what’s theirs fall apart.”

You shivered.

And he smiled against your neck, as if he could feel your restraint unraveling, thread by thread.

His next breath was ragged, slow, drawn deep into his lungs like he was savoring it.

“God,” he groaned, voice thick and reverent, “you smell so good when you’re turned on.

Then he kissed you, hot and open-mouthed, just beneath your ear. His lips dragged slowly down the side of your neck, his breath ragged, his control hanging by a thread.

“You’re such a good little mate,” he whispered, tongue flicking against your skin. “Always so good for us. Letting me touch you like this… letting them see.”

“You like it, don’t you?” he murmured. “Them watching you come undone in my hands?”

The sound you made was helpless. Your whole body was trembling, pressed between his heat and the cold glass at your back, and still you wanted more. Still you craved his mouth like a lifeline.

Your head tilted without thinking, giving him more room, more access. 

“Romance,” you breathed, your voice cracking.

“I know,” he murmured, mouth just under your jaw. “I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

Then he kissed you again.

Not on the mouth.

Worse.

His mouth found the tender skin just beneath your jaw, and he kissed you there—slow, aching, deliberate. It wasn’t hunger. It was ownership. A mark left without teeth, but somehow deeper. A kiss meant to linger, to haunt. One that would still be burning on your skin hours later, even if no one else could see it.

And then he was gone.

Just like that.

The door opened a second later. The choreographer walked in, calling out instructions, completely unaware of the chaos simmering beneath your skin.

Romance was already halfway across the room, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed, like he hadn’t just unraveled you in full view of everyone.

You blinked, breathless and burning, heart thudding against your ribs as you slowly turned.

They were still watching you.

All of them.

Abby’s brow quirked, smug and sharp, like he was silently daring you to run. Jinu’s mouth curled in that lazy, knowing smirk, like he’d felt every shiver in your body as if it were his own. Baby looked absolutely delighted, tongue pressed to his cheek like he couldn’t decide whether to tease you or chase you. And Mystery… he simply dragged his thumb across his bottom lip in one slow stroke, eyes locked on you like he hadn’t blinked once since it started.

You were burning.

And you knew they could still smell it.

Your scent. Your arousal. Your surrender.

It filled the room like smoke.

You gripped your clipboard like it could steady you, like it could hide the way your legs were shaking and your thighs clenched with every step.

Then you turned and walked out of the room.

You didn’t look back.

Not when their laughter followed you, low and knowing. Not when you heard the soft whistle that curled down your spine. Not when one of them muttered, just loud enough to reach your ears, “She’s going to break.”

Your breath caught.

Because they weren’t wrong.

And you could feel it too.

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Then came the vending machine.

The vending machine rumbled softly, casting a faint glow against the hallway walls. You reached down, fingers brushing the cool can that had just dropped into the slot, your mind still scattered from earlier—your body still humming with the ghosts of his touch.

You barely registered the shift in air behind you.

A warm chest met your back in one fluid, silent movement, and before you could process anything, a low, deep hum vibrated against your spine.

Mystery.

Before you could straighten, his hand slid along your waist and pulled you flush against him. His palm was heavy, warm, settling just beneath your ribs as his chest curved over your back. His breath coasted over your ear, lips so close they brushed skin.

“Well,” he murmured, his voice silk-wrapped steel, “don’t you look good bent over like this.”

Your breath hitched. The can slipped from your grasp, clattering against the bottom of the machine. His fingers tightened at your waist.

His grip on your waist tightened. 

“Should I pick that up for you?” he drawled, his tone dipping into something dark, teasing, filthy. “Or… are you gonna bend over again and let me enjoy the view?”

You tried to straighten, but he didn’t let you. His hand slipped lower, steadying you with too much ease.

You shuddered.

His nose grazed your temple, then lower, dragging down your cheek like he couldn’t help but drink you in. “You thirsty, baby?” he asked, voice a rumble in your bones.

Then lower, darker. “I’ve got something warmer. Something sweeter. Something only you get to taste.”

Your knees nearly buckled.

The bond between you crackled like fire down your spine, thick and consuming. You could feel how hungry he was. How close he was to snapping. And worse—you knew he could feel how badly you needed it.

He spun you around in one fluid motion, pinning you gently but completely between his body and the machine. The cold metal against your back only made his heat more unbearable. He leaned in, hand slipping under your shirt, dragging his fingers up your bare waist like he had all the time in the world.

“Tell me,” he whispered, voice curling around you like smoke. “Tell me what you want, baby”

You looked up at him, lips parted, heart racing out of control. “You..” you breathed. “I want you.”

That slow, wicked smirk curved his lips. “Yeah?”

You nodded, helpless.

His pupils blew wide. “Finally giving in, huh?” he murmured, brushing his thumb just beneath your lip. “Could’ve had this days ago if you begged.”

Then he kissed you.

Hard.

Hungry.

Desperate, like he’d been starving for you. His mouth crushed yours, tongue sliding in deep and slow—tasting you like he needed it to breathe. You moaned into him, clutching at his shirt like he was the only thing holding you up, your hips instinctively rolling up into the heat of him, chasing friction.

He didn’t stop you.

Then his hand slid down, rough and sure, curling beneath your thigh. He lifted you with a growl, guiding your body against his—pressing you tight to his chest like he needed to feel every inch of you. You felt him. All of him. Hard and ready and completely focused on you.

His scent wrapped around you, dark and addicting. It sank into your skin, your thoughts, clouding everything but him.

“Gonna give you what you need,” he growled against your lips, voice wrecked and barely human. “Right here. Right now.”

You were about to lose yourself.

Your mouth parted, hips rocking against his.

“Ahem.”

You flinched, your pulse jumping as Mystery’s body went still against yours.

He didn’t let go. Didn’t move. His chest remained pressed to yours, solid and unbothered, his hand still hooked under your thigh, fingers possessively gripping bare skin beneath your shirt. But his gaze shifted lazily past your shoulder. Amused.

Abby.

He stood at the end of the hallway, arms crossed, muscles flexing beneath his sleeves, one brow arched like he’d walked in on exactly what he expected—and very much enjoyed what he saw. His gaze dragged over both of you, eyes dark and unreadable, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away.

He was entertained.

Possibly even pleased.

Mystery chuckled in your ear, a deep sound that rolled through your chest and made your stomach clench. He didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned in and brushed his mouth along your throat, lips dragging across your pulse point in a kiss that felt more like a promise than an apology.

“Timing’s a bitch, isn’t it?” he muttered, voice rich with heat and amusement. "Could’ve had you to myself just a little longer.”

Then he finally leaned back—just enough to meet your eyes, but not enough to let you go. That wicked, knowing smirk curved his lips, his fang just peeking out, glinting beneath the hallway lights. And then it hit you.

Their plan.

Whatever he and the others were orchestrating behind your back…

This was part of it.

“I guess we’ll wait,” he murmured, dragging his lips against yours one last time. “For now…”

You didn’t even notice both of them moving away until Mystery clapped Abby on the shoulder, voice low, threaded with smug satisfaction.

“She’s getting needier.”

Abby’s grin was slow—feral. His dark eyes dragged over your body like a promise, like he was already imagining all the ways he’d make that need unravel.

“Good,” he said, voice a low, possessive growl. “Let her.”

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And then there was the storage room...

You were just reaching for a battery pack, the low hum of the hallway muffled by the thick storage room walls, when the door creaked shut behind you.

You didn’t even need to turn. You felt him—like a shift in pressure, like heat creeping down your spine.

“Aww,” came that familiar voice, soft and syrupy with amusement, “alone in here? Without one of us to keep you warm?”

You turned—too slow.

He was already there.

Baby. Leaning against the door like he owned the moment. One brow arched, mischief practically dripping from his eyes as he raked his gaze over you, slow and obvious—like he wanted you to feel it.

He pushed off the door with lazy confidence and was on you in a single step, backing you up until your spine met the metal rack. One arm braced beside your head, the other lazily toying with the hem of your shirt

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, mock concern softening his voice. “Hyungs not taking good care of you? Leaving you all needy and frustrated?”

You scowled, shoving at his chest, but it was useless. He didn’t budge. He just smiled wider, like he was thrilled by your frustration.

If anything, he leaned in closer, lips ghosting the curve of your cheek as he whispered, “Poor thing...you must be going crazy.”

Then his hand drifted down, slow and deliberate, fingers grazing your waist like he already knew exactly where you needed him. They dipped lower, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt like it was routine.

“Want me to touch you, sweetheart?” he purred, voice like silk pulled tight over something dangerous. “Right where it hurts?”

Your breath hitched, spine arching before you could stop it.

His palm slid along your inner thigh, warm and sure, heat blooming everywhere he touched. His fingers trailed up in maddening strokes, never quite where you needed him most.

“Here?” he murmured, lips brushing your cheek, his touch a whisper just beside the ache. “No?”

He pushed higher, until his fingertips pressed right against the soaked fabric between your legs. His smile curled, wicked and pleased.

“Here,” he breathed, low and reverent. “God, you’re already dripping.”

His fingers moved in lazy circles over the soaked fabric.

“You want me to fix it?” he purred against your jaw, his lips brushing your skin like a secret. “Want these hands to make it better, sweetheart?”

He pressed a little harder, fingertips skating right along the edge of where you ached the most, dragging a gasp from your lips he drank in like it was what he came for.

But before you could answer, he lifted you.

His hands slid beneath your thighs, gripping tight, lifting you like it was effortless. Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, and you gasped, arms wrapping around his shoulders out of instinct. Your legs locked around his waist, desperate for something to ground you.

And he didn’t stop.

He rolled his hips forward, slow and deliberate, grinding against your core with a pressure that stole the air from your lungs. Through the thick denim of his jeans, you felt it—him. Heavy. Hard. Hot. The thick length of him dragged against your soaked panties, right where you needed him most, and you bit back a whimper.

“Yeah,” he murmured, smug and sweet, like he already knew every reaction before you gave it. “You feel that?”

Your fingers curled into his shoulders, nails biting through fabric as he did it again—slower, crueler, grinding into you with such devastating precision it left your breath in tatters. He watched your face closely, like every twitch, every gasp, fed something deep and dark in him.

“You feel that, sweetheart?” he whispered, voice low and wrecked, all teasing heat wrapped in velvet. “That’s all for you.”

He rolled his hips once more, letting you feel the full weight of his arousal, lips brushing the edge of your jaw like he was branding you with every breath.

He nuzzled in closer, his breath warm against your skin as his mouth trailed slow, open-mouthed kisses along your cheekbone, each one firmer than the last, like he couldn’t stop tasting. Couldn’t get close enough.

Then finally, finally, he found your lips.

And kissed you.

It started slow. A tease. Just the barest press of his mouth to yours, like he was savoring the anticipation. But it didn’t stay soft for long. The kiss turned greedy, messy, hot, needy—the kind that didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate, just took. His mouth moved over yours with devastating purpose, tongue sliding deep in a way that made you gasp, made your knees tremble.

You moaned into his mouth, and he groaned right back, hips grinding down harder like the sound had wrecked what little control he had left.

“Mm,” he murmured, voice curling with amusement. “You’re shaking.”

His fingers flexed beneath your thighs, gripping tighter, hauling you higher against his chest like you weighed nothing. Like he needed you closer. His body pressed in, solid and unrelenting, his heat bleeding into every inch of you until there was nowhere to run. No space left that wasn’t him.

“You gonna fall apart just from this?” he rasped, dragging his mouth along your jaw, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Just from me grinding on you like this?”

He rolled his hips again, slow, firm, precise, and the friction made you whimper.

He chuckled darkly, breath catching like he felt it too. “Sweetheart…” His voice dropped lower, almost reverent. “We haven’t even started yet.”

You whimpered, unable to help the way your hips rolled up into his again, desperate, chasing the friction he gave and stole like he wanted to drive you mad. The movement made him groan, a deep, guttural sound that rumbled straight through his chest and into yours.

“That’s it,” he purred, lips brushing your cheek as his grip tightened around your thigh. “So eager. So desperate. You’re starving for it, aren’t you?”

Before you could speak, his hand slipped between your bodies, quick, bold, unrelenting, sneaking under your waistband like he already knew exactly where to touch. His fingers found the heat of you without hesitation, dragging one slow, devastating stroke through your arousal that had your knees buckling and your breath catching like you’d been punched.

“Fuck,” he hissed softly, mouth brushing along your jaw as his fingers stilled. “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”

He leaned in, inhaling you like it fed him.

“All this for me?”

He didn’t wait for permission. He didn’t need it, not with the way your hips rocked forward into his palm, your thighs twitching around his hand, your fists clutching at his shirt like you’d tear it apart if he even thought about stopping.

Then one finger.

Then another.

Deep. Smooth. Unhurried. He pushed inside you like he had all night to savor you, all night to ruin you. Every thrust was intentional, every curl of his fingers pulling more sounds from your lips. He watched you closely, his eyes locked on your face like he was memorizing how you came undone for him.

Your toes curled. Your back arched off the wall. The pressure inside you coiled tighter, trembling at the edge of something inevitable.

“Yeah…” he breathed against your skin, lips brushing your cheek, your jaw, the fluttering pulse at your throat. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Your head tipped back, a broken cry escaping as his palm shifted. His thumb pressed against your clit, firm and focused, rubbing in tight, relentless circles that matched the rhythm of his fingers inside you. Your legs clenched tighter around his hips, your body reacting on instinct.

You couldn’t stop grinding down into his hand. Couldn’t stop chasing it.

He growled low, pleased, possessive, the sound curling up your spine like a promise.

“Mm, there you go,” he purred, velvet-wrapped heat curling around every word, like he was savoring the sound of you coming undone. “Look at you. Can’t even help yourself.”

His fingers thrust again, slow and devastating, dragging out of you just to push back in with that precise, toe-curling angle that made your whole body jolt. He drew it out, each thrust deeper, filthier, his gaze locked on your face, watching the way you broke for him.

“Yeah, just like that,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear, voice low and full of dark satisfaction. “You love this. Love how deep I am. How good I make you feel.”

His thumb circled your clit again, slower now. “You’re soaked for me,” he groaned, his breath rough. “So fucking wet. Princess, you’re making a mess."

Your head fell back with a soft thud against the wall, another wrecked moan spilling from your lips as your thighs clenched tighter around his waist. You were trembling now, every muscle taut with need, your body betraying just how close you were to the edge.

And he knew. Of course he knew. He felt every twitch. Every pulse. Every helpless grind of your hips trying to drag him deeper.

He grinned against your neck, tongue flicking over your skin.

Then his body pressed in harder, the weight of him demanding more. His hips rolled into you, slow and forceful, just enough to pin you tight between him and the wall. Just enough to let you feel how hard he was. How desperate he was for you.

“You hear that?” he groaned, voice gravel and fire, breath dragging against your cheek. The slick, obscene sounds of your arousal echoed in the tight space between you. “That’s all you, sweetheart. All of that… just for me.”

His thumb moved faster, filthier, dragging tighter circles over your clit with ruthless control. The sharp pulse of pleasure rocketed through you, stealing the air from your lungs, making your knees buckle beneath the weight of it.

But he didn’t let you fall.

He held you there, steady and locked in his arms like letting go wasn’t even an option. His other hand gripped your thigh tighter, possessive, grounding you to him.

You whimpered, breathless, hips twitching, and he grinned against your skin like he’d just claimed victory. His lips brushed your temple, slow and smug, then ghosted down to your ear.

“Fuck,” he growled, hips grinding against you in perfect rhythm with the deep, steady thrust of his fingers. “You’re so tight. I can feel you clenching around me like you’re begging me to stay right there.”

His lips ghosted along your jaw, hot breath trailing over your skin. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he whispered, voice dark and coaxing, thick with possessive heat. “You wanna come for me? Right here, pressed up against this wall, where anyone could walk in and see how needy you are for me. How soaked and desperate you get with just my fingers inside you.”

You nodded, fast and breathless, the words caught in your throat. You couldn’t speak. Your body was doing it for you. The way your thighs clamped around his waist, the way your hips rocked against his palm with every flick of his wrist, it was all pure instinct. It was him.

He chuckled low, the sound brushing warm against your throat as his mouth curved into a grin against your skin. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Then he bit down, not soft, not gentle, and you moaned, shattered and open, heat blooming beneath his teeth like it branded you.

“Good girl,” he purred, voice like velvet dragging over gravel, low and laced with heat. “You take me so well. Like your body already knows who it belongs to.”

His fingers plunged deeper, curling at that perfect angle, again and again, dragging desperate sounds from your lips. His thumb pressed tighter, faster against your clit, every movement precise, ruthless, like he could feel exactly how close you were and wasn’t about to let you slip away from it.

His mouth traced a path down your throat, worshipping and wicked, lips brushing every pulse point like he was marking them. His voice dropped, almost reverent.

“That’s it,” he murmured, reverent and low, the heat in his voice curling straight through you. “So sweet for me. So fucking wet. Let go, princess. Cum for me."

You gasped, spine arching as the pressure broke loose in your gut, so close it ached. Your walls clenched tight around his fingers, hips twitching, trembling, chasing that final thrust—

And then... he stopped.

Everything stilled.

His fingers froze deep inside you. His hips went still, cock still pressed flush against your soaked core, hard and heavy and completely unmoving. Not pulling away. Not easing up. Just there. Thick. Throbbing. Denied.

The shock of it hit you like a slap. Your body screamed for him, for release, and didn’t get it.

A broken, helpless whimper escaped your lips. Your eyes flew open, dazed and glassy.

“Wha… Baby…?”

You could barely breathe.

He didn’t answer. Just stared at you, slow and satisfied, like he was memorizing the mess he’d made of you. You, wrecked and aching, still trying to grind into him like your body hadn’t even noticed the pleasure had been taken away.

Then he moved.

His fingers slipped out of you slowly, intentionally, dragging along your fluttering walls inch by inch. You gasped, the sudden emptiness making your body clench around it, twitching, desperate. The orgasm he’d stolen left you shaking, lips parted, chest heaving like you’d been pulled from the edge of a cliff.

He never looked away.

Eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide with hunger, he brought those slick fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. Tongue curling around them like he was savoring something forbidden. Something sacred. Something his.

The groan that escaped him was low, broken, guttural—wrecked. Like tasting you didn’t just satisfy him… it ruined him.

Your hips moved on instinct, desperate, aching, seeking anything. Contact. Friction. Him.

“Mmm,” he exhaled, slow and sinful, letting his fingers slide from his mouth with a wet, deliberate pop. His lips glistened. His smile was pure, feral sin. “So sweet…”

And of course...he noticed.

His hand shot out fast, pinning your waist back to the wall with one firm press, stopping you cold like you’d dared to move without permission. Like your body was his to command… and it was.

His grip tightened. Not cruel. But unrelenting. Possessive.

“You trying to grind on me, angel?” he murmured, voice a dark purr, lips brushing yours without mercy. “Trying to come without permission?”

You whimpered, hips twitching helplessly against the air.

“Nuh-uh,” he tutted softly, breath brushing your cheek, lips grazing yours without mercy. “You want to come, sweetheart?”

He let the question linger in the air, hot and thick between your parted lips.

“You’ll have to beg next time,” he said, every word dripping with cruel amusement. “And maybe,” he breathed, thumb grazing your lower lip, “just maybe… I’ll let you finish.”

Your legs trembled around his waist, muscles fluttering with the effort to stay wrapped around him. Your body was screaming, pulsing with the need for more—for him.

But instead of giving in, he leaned in close, forehead resting against yours, nose brushing yours with maddening softness. His breath was hot on your lips, his smirk slow and dark.

“But…” you breathed, the word escaping in a desperate, broken whine.

He didn’t move fast.

He took his time.

His hands glided down your thighs as he gently unhooked your legs from his waist, easing you back onto shaky feet. One hand lingered at your thigh, squeezing possessively like he was claiming you with nothing but his touch.

You blinked up at him, dazed. Your chest rose and fell with shallow, unsteady breaths. Your heart was still slamming against your ribs like it was trying to chase him.

His eyes roamed your face, hungry, flushed with satisfaction, but for a fleeting second, they softened. His hand lifted, and with a gentleness that didn’t match the intensity he’d just unleashed, he tucked a damp strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips dragging just a moment too long across your cheek.

Then he leaned in, breath warm against your skin, lips grazing your cheekbone with heat that dropped straight to your core.

“We’ve got a schedule, sweetheart,” he whispered.

You stared at him, lips parted, voice caught somewhere between disbelief and a curse. “You’ve got to be kidding me...”

He leaned back just enough to flash a grin so unapologetically cocky it made your knees weak. “Manager-nim,” he cooed, head tilting with mock innocence, “you wouldn’t want us to be late, right?”

Then, with a slow flick of his tongue over his bottom lip—like he could still taste you there and wasn’t done savoring it—he turned his back on you and walked toward the door, every step unhurried.

・・・・・​​⟢​​・・・・・​​⟢

You stared at yourself in the mirror, fingers curling tighter around the collar in your grip. The silk of your sleepwear barely clung to you now—thin straps slipping down one shoulder, lace hugging the swell of your chest, the hem short enough to whisper scandal with every movement. 

And the bell.

That delicate silver bell glinted in your palm, its faint jingle still echoing from when you’d clipped it to the black ribbon around your throat. A sound so soft… yet dangerous. You remembered the way Mystery's eyes had flicked toward it earlier in the week. Like he'd already imagined it ringing under his touch.

They had spent the entire week teasing you—smirks, whispers, touches that never gave enough. Every brush of their fingers, every low voice behind your ear, every heated look had built into this ache clawing at your insides.

Each time you reached for more—each time you tried to deepen a kiss, slide a hand under their shirt, beg without saying the words—they pulled away. Gently. Firmly. Like it was a lesson. Like they wanted to feel you strain under their hands and not let go.

Enough.

Tonight, it was your turn.

You fastened the collar slowly, the ribbon snug against your throat, the bell resting like a dare. One final glance in the mirror—flushed, wild-eyed, hungry—and you moved.

Bare feet padded across the floor. The living room glowed in low lamplight. Abby sprawled on the couch, head tipped back, sweat-dampened hair clinging to his neck, water bottle hanging lazily from his fingers. Jinu leaned against the armrest, his shirt loose and unbuttoned halfway, marks peeking like a secret. Baby and Romance were half-bickering over the playlist again. Mystery was scrolling through his phone, lounging like sin incarnate.

Not one of them knew what was about to hit them.

You padded in silently, leaning against the wall, letting the fabric of your nightdress slip just a little further down your shoulder. The bell gave a soft, delicate chime.

Five heads turned.

And they froze.

Mystery’s hand slipped, his phone hitting the floor with a dull thud. Baby’s jaw went slack, his lips parting like he forgot how to breathe. Abby leaned forward slowly, arms resting on his knees, his gaze locked—hungry. Jinu blinked once—twice—then let out a slow exhale through his nose like he was holding back something animal. And Romance… Romance grinned. Slow. Sharp. Like a wolf who just scented blood.

“Evening, boys,” you purred, your voice coated in honey and sin.

Romance was the first to move—sitting up, movements measured, like a predator tracking his prey. “Angel,” he said, his voice thick, “what are you wearing?”

Baby’s eyes were glued to the bell at your throat, his voice breathless. “That’s… that’s new.”

You gave a slow, saccharine smile as you twirled a lazy finger at the hem of your silk dress. “Oh this? You don’t like it?” You tilted your head with faux innocence. “Shame. I wore it just for you.”

Jinu’s voice cut in, low and frayed at the edges. “What’s this all about, baby?” His tongue flicked across his bottom lip. “You trying to start something?”

 “Start something?” Your voice dropped a note, velvet-wrapped heat. “Oh, no. I’m here to finish it.”

You took another slow step forward, letting the hem of your sleepwear rise just a little higher on your thigh, exposing more soft, bare skin. Their eyes followed like they were starved.

“You’ve all had your fun this week,” you murmured, lips curling into a mock pout. “Teasing me. Touching me. Whispering in my ear like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. Leaving me dripping and aching, and walking away like it meant nothing.”

“Fuck,” Baby hissed, already halfway out of his seat.

You raised a single finger and tutted softly, “Ah—ah. Sit baby.”

 He froze.

Your smirk deepened.

Then, slowly, you turned—letting the hem of your dress ride higher as your hips swayed, giving them just enough of your bare back to make their blood burn. The bell at your throat jingled faintly with each step, the sound wicked in the silence.

Then your gaze flicked to each of them, one by one. “If you want me…” you whispered, voice like silk wrapping around their throats. “come catch me.”

Then you bolted.

The bell jingled wildly as you tore down the hallway barefoot, giggling, breathless as your blood surged. The sound of chairs scraping, feet slamming to the floor behind you was instant—chaos exploding in the living room.

“She did not just—”

“Go, go, GO!"

“Move!”

“Don’t let her get far—!”

You ducked into the kitchen, sliding along the polished tile, catching the edge of the counter for balance. The bell chimed again, high and sharp, and you swore you could feel the shift—the moment instinct cracked wide open in all five of them. Not just hunger. Something darker. 

The demon in them was fully awake now. You could feel it—the shift in the air, the way the temperature rose with every passing second you stayed just out of reach.

You grinned and darted for the far hallway, weaving through their penthouse like you’d studied the blueprints. You had. You’d memorized every corner, every low cabinet, every reflective surface that gave you just enough warning to know when they were getting too close.

And they were close.

Abby’s voice came low and amused from somewhere behind you, closer than it should have been. “Little bell,” he called, tone dark and threateningly sweet, “you’re not gonna make it far if you keep showing me that ass.”

You gasped, laughing, and twisted into the guest room before he could round the corner. You heard the door slam behind you a beat later, his growl echoing off the walls.

But you were already gone—crawling beneath the breakfast bar, slipping between the curtains, skimming low to avoid being grabbed from above.

“Fuck, she went that way!”

“She’s in the main hall!”

“Baby, block the west entrance—NOW!”

You giggled like you were drunk on adrenaline, thighs aching, lungs burning—but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

Not when you heard Jinu’s voice just behind your ear from the other side of the wall.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart…”

You spun, heart lurching—but there was no one. Just your reflection staring back at you in the hallway mirror. Eyes wild, cheeks flushed, chest heaving.

Mirrors.

You’d used them earlier to track them. Now they were using them to track you.

Smart bastards.

Still, you smirked, curling your finger toward the reflective glass before whispering, “Then come catch me.”

The bell rang again.

And that was the breaking point.

A low, unholy growl ripped through the penthouse like thunder cracking the sky.

You barely had time to register Baby shouting, “Hyung—left side! She doubled back!”

Romance hissed under his breath. “Fucking hell, she’s fast—”

Too many voices. Too much motion.

But one of them was too quiet.

Too still.

Mystery 

Your bell jingled again as you rounded the corner and ducked into one of the bedrooms, using your momentum to slam the door shut behind you.

But it was already too late.

He was there.

You squeaked when you spun around and ran right into his chest. He caught you easily, like he’d been waiting—those shadow-slick eyes drinking you in, hands already gripping your waist, possessive and unyielding.

“Hello, darling,” Mystery murmured, his voice like a blade dipped in velvet. His eyes drank you in—shadow-dark, glowing faintly gold, gaze raking from your flushed cheeks to the bell quivering at your throat.

“Naughty little thing." he whispered. "You’ve had your fun.”

“Have I?” you whispered, tilting your head up. 

You tilted your head up, lips brushing his jaw. Your fingers slid beneath the collar of his shirt, tugging him just low enough that your breath mingled with his.

His breath hitched.

You let your lips ghost over the shell of his ear, your voice a soft purr. “Are you gonna stop me?”

He froze.

Just for a second.

And then you kissed him—slow, languid, dragging him into it like he was drowning. Your lips parted his, tongue teasing, breath syncing. His grip on your waist tightened like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. A low groan vibrated in his chest, raw and barely restrained, as if the kiss was unraveling every last thread of control.

But just as his fingers inched lower, just as that growl in his chest deepened into something possessive—

You slipped away.

Your fingers slid free. Your lips broke the kiss. And you twisted from his hold with one last wicked look—one final flash of skin and bell.

Ting.

“You’re fucking kidding me—” Mystery hissed, eyes flaring.

But you were already out the other side, breathless laughter spilling from your throat as you vanished down the hall, bare feet slapping the floor, the bell around your throat ringing like a challenge echoing through the penthouse.

“Damn it!” he barked, already lunging after you.

You ran harder, lungs burning, legs trembling from adrenaline and the wicked thrill bubbling in your blood. 

You rounded the corner—only to crash straight into Romance.

His hands caught you before you could stumble, gripping your hips with bruising force as he spun you and pinned you hard to the wall. The thud knocked the breath from your lungs, your gasp swallowed by his low, pleased growl.

“Gotcha,” he purred, his voice curling dark and smug against your ear.

His chest pressed flush against yours. You could feel the heat of him through your clothes, the twitch of restraint barely held beneath the surface. One of his hands slid to cup your thigh—lifting, spreading—while the other braced beside your head, caging you in.

“You’ve been very bad tonight, baby,” he murmured. “And you think that little bell’s gonna save you?”

But you weren’t done playing.

Not even close.

You tilted your face up, lips brushing the corner of his—soft, warm, maddening. “What are you waiting for?” you whispered, voice like smoke and sugar. “Claim your prize then.”

He faltered. Just for a second.

And that was all you needed.

You ducked low and slipped beneath his arm, bell ringing, silk flashing, a final grin thrown over your shoulder.

Behind you, Romance growled, swearing under his breath, voice frayed with disbelief. “She kissed me and ran—!”

Baby’s voice echoed from the other room, breathless with laughter. “She’s using her mouth now? Not fair! I call next!”

“You call nothing,” Jinu snarled, voice already moving closer.

You’d barely made it to the far end of the hallway—heart racing, breath coming in wild little pants—when the air behind you shifted

Your eyes widened.

A flash of pink. A blur of movement.

And then—whoosh.

“Wha—?!”

You shrieked as strong arms suddenly yanked you clean off the ground. One second you were running, the next your world flipped upside down. A gasp tore from your throat as your legs were lifted and thrown effortlessly over a wide shoulder.

“No no no, you teleported!” you gasped, twisting mid-air, your voice high with outrage and breathless laughter.

Abby’s smirk was downright criminal as he glanced up at you with glowing eyes and zero remorse. “You started the game, baby,” he purred. “You didn’t say we couldn’t play dirty.”

Your hair spilled in your face as you wriggled, the silk of your sleepwear riding scandalously high from being slung over his broad shoulder. His hands were wide and shameless on your bare legs, gripping you like he had every right to.

“That’s dirty!” you squirmed, trying to push yourself up, but his hold only tightened—unchanging, immovable, like he was made of stone. “You’re not supposed to cheat!”

“I was winning!” you added with a hiss, breath catching as the bell at your throat jingled madly with every bounce of his stride.

“You were taunting,” he corrected smoothly, his palm landing with a slow, possessive pat to your backside. “We were being merciful.”

“Merciful?! You absolute —ugh! Put me down!”

“Oh, I will,” he said sweetly. Too sweet. “But not until everyone sees who finally caught the little brat who thought she could outrun demons.”

Abby carried you like a trophy, strutting down the hallway like a king returning from war, your body bouncing slightly with every step. You could already hear the others reacting—low laughter, sharp footsteps, a familiar growl from Jinu that made your skin prickle.

“Look what I caught,” Abby called out, smug as hell as he stepped back into the main living room. “She tried to run. Again.”

You tried to twist, mortified—but Abby’s palm landed flat and firm on your thigh with a crack, the sting sending heat straight to your core.

“Ah ah,” he warned, tone darkening just a little. “You keep moving like that and I’ll forget we’re in the living room.”

“Oh my God,” you groaned, hiding your face against his back, but your skin was already hot. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, the pressure of his shoulder doing things it definitely shouldn’t be doing. You hated how good it felt. You hated how seen you felt. 

“This is humiliating.” you gritted through your teeth.

Romance’s voice rang out, sing-song and smug. “Not from where we’re standing.”

Then you heard Mystery’s voice, amused and low. “She’s lucky it was you who caught her. If it were me, I wouldn’t have carried her.”

“Oh?” Abby chuckled, shifting you so your hips were tilted higher, belly flush to his back, the curve of your ass practically a billboard. “And what would you have done, hyung?”

“Pinned her to the floor,” Jinu said flatly, “and making her beg.”

A strangled sound escaped your lips.

Abby just laughed. “See? I’m the nice one.”

“You teleported,” you muttered, wriggling uselessly again. “You’re all cheaters.”

“You wore that,” Baby’s voice cut in, suddenly too close, too warm. You didn’t even have to see him to feel his stare dragging down your bare legs. “That bell. That slip of lace you dared to call sleepwear... and then ran?” His voice dipped. “You don’t get to play innocent now, sweetheart.”

“I wasn’t trying to be innocent,” you hissed, breath sharp in your lungs.

“Oh, we know,” Romance said silkily, stepping into view like he’d been waiting his turn. He crouched in front of you, one knee brushing yours, his hand lifting to gently brush your tangled hair away from your face. His eyes shimmered gold. Hungry. 

“That’s what makes this so fun.”

Your heart thundered. His fingers traced along your cheek, featherlight, before resting beneath your jaw—holding you in place with nothing more than a touch.

“Still want to play, pretty girl?” he asked, voice low and intimate, like a secret against your skin.

Your breath hitched.

Then you smiled. 

“I dunno,” you purred, chin tilting defiantly. “Can you keep up?”

Romance’s pupils dilated.

Abby laughed again—low, deep, and threatening.

“Oh,” he said, carrying you toward the hallway with purpose now, “you’re definitely not going to sleep tonight.”

You were kicking and thrashing—more out of defiant pride than any real attempt to escape—but Abby didn’t budge. He had you slung over his broad back like a smug, demon-built backpack, one arm hooked behind your knees, the other braced across your thighs to keep you still.

“Put me down, you cheating bastard,” you hissed, pounding your fists into his shoulders—muscle and heat beneath your palms.

“Too bad you forgot we’re not human, angel,” Jinu drawled as he appeared in front of you in a blink—those wicked, gold-glowing eyes raking down your body like he already had plans. Damn teleportation.

“I was playing fair,” you whined, glaring down at him.

“That was your first mistake,” Mystery murmured, lips twitching into something far too amused as he reached forward to open the bedroom door like a gentleman. A very dangerous, shadow-laced gentleman. “You teased five demons and expected mercy? Oh, princess…”

The door to the bedroom opened with a soft creak, and the moment you were laid down on the sheets, everything changed.

The air grew heavier.

You barely had time to shift before they were on you—one hand brushing your thigh, another ghosting up your arm, their shadows closing in. The gold glow in their eyes flickered brighter as they surrounded you, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and rising chest like it was their favorite meal. The bed dipped under their weight. You were completely caged.

“You're ours tonight,” Abby murmured, nose brushing yours. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you tied that damn ribbon.”

“It was your idea to edge me for a week,” you shot back, your voice breathy as his hand slid along the inside of your thigh, slow and unforgiving. “So consider this... payback.”

Romance's voice wrapped around you like silk. “Sweetheart,” he crooned from your left, already slipping onto the bed with all the lazy confidence of a devil in silk sheets. “You can’t tease demons and expect to win. That’s not how your little game ends.”

“Besides,” Baby drawled, nudging in close, his breath brushing your jaw. He flicked the bell at your throat, the delicate chime loud in the thick air. “you kinda like being hunted, don’t you?”

“I—” you began, voice barely there.

But you never got the words out. Jinu’s mouth was already on your knee—hot, hungry—lips brushing skin as he dragged them slowly upward.

You gasped, hips flinching as your breath stuttered. “Oh—!”

“See?” Jinu said, pulling back just enough to smirk. “She does.”

Abby grinned above you, eyes glowing like molten gold. The others were circling, moving slow, deliberate, like predators closing in on a prize they’d finally cornered.

“Ugh, this ribbon,” Mystery muttered, kneeling beside you. His fingers toyed with the bow at your throat, tugging it just enough to make the bell chime again. His jaw flexed. “It’s in the way.”

You looked up at him slowly, eyes half-lidded. “Then take it off.”

But before Mystery could pull the ribbon loose, Baby leaned in, lips brushing your ear, voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur that curled heat down your spine.

“No,” he breathed, the word rough like a promise. “Leave it on. I wanna hear that pretty little bell every time we drive you into the mattress.”

Your thighs twitched.

Someone groaned.

“Let’s see how long you last now that the chase is over.”

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Never Come to a Fansigning Aroused...(Incubus Saja Boys x Reader, NSFW)

Part 1: 

Words: 5.4k

Tags: First person, gangbang, p in v, anal, blowjobs, no protection, multiple fucking creampies, reader is having her guts rearranged, dirty talk, degradation, brief instances of spanking, teratophilia, demons and incubus. Jinu is the meanest. Mystery is the neediest.

Summary: After coming to a fansigning aroused, you attract the attention of more than one demon…but rather all five of the Saja Boys. 

A/N: I will be honest. I have never written a gangbang before. There might be an imbalance between the Saja Boys. Nonetheless, I hope ya'll still enjoy the fic! It is slightly proofread but not beta read.

MINORS DNI

READER

With the note held in my hand, I frowned. What the heck did Jinu mean? I’m a delicacy that they want to eat up?

Before I could think anymore about it, hands wrapped around my waist. I gasped and dropped everything. My posters scattered everywhere in a papery whirlwind. I moved my head at the same time a chin rested against my shoulder, forcing me to press my lips against the cheek of the person who held me. 

Not just any person. 

It was Jinu. 

Jinu’s hands held my waist, his thumbs pressing gently against the dips in my hips. I’m caught off guard.

“Ji-Jinu, what are you doing?” I gasped, my body…it’s tingling with the man’s very presence. 

“You walked off before I could ask about something important.” Jinu’s nose pressed against my neck and I heard him take a deep breath in. I felt the twitch in his nose as he took the deepest inhale that I had ever heard. Was he smelling me? 

“You have a very nice perfume on. What’s it called?”

My perfume was that important to creep up behind me and scare me?

I gulped and tried to think but Jinu was so damn close that I couldn’t. There was a growing fog in my brain, like there was something in the air. Some kind of drug that was making it hard to do anything.

“I…I can’t remember, Jinu. I’m sorry. I know it’s a strawberry pomegranate scent though, if that helps.”

Jinu tsked next to my ear and shook his head. “Actually…That’s not what I’m smelling right now.”

“What…Are you smelling?” 

Jinu’s hand touched my stomach, and instinctively I straightened my back. The warmth of Jinu’s chest against my back makes me completely aware of how close Jinu is to me. Every part of him was somehow pressed against me. That’s including his crotch region. Did…He have a boner against my ass?

The hand on my stomach traveled down, slightly pushing my shirt up before traveling further. Along the way, I swear his fingertips grow longer and sharper. 

A pathetic whimper escaped my throat. “What are you doing, Jinu?”

“Finding the source of the smell, my sweet.”

Jinu’s hand plunged into my shorts. I cried out as his fingers instantly dove into my panties next. The bulge in my shorts from his massive hand forces the button of my shorts to pop off, making my clothing much looser and slip down, especially as I squirm and struggle against his body. His hand slides through my slick folds, sharp nails pressing into me before pulling out. 

“Jinu!”

I jerked, trying to pull out of the man’s arms before he finally took his hand out of my pants. I see his tongue pop out of his mouth out of the corner of my eyes, licking at fingers that looked more purple than skin-toned. Sharp yellow eyes snapped down to me, and I realized very quickly that Jinu didn’t look like Jinu anymore. Deep purple scars lined his face. I couldn't tell how far those scars went, but they dipped down his neck as well. 

I felt both scared and turned on at the sight of this more demonic-looking form. 

“Don’t worry, sweet one, I’m not the only one who looks like this,” he chuckled.

Jinu grabbed my cheeks with his wet fingers before turning my face to look to the side. With horror, I realize that the rest of the Saja Boys stand there with the same demonic get-up. How quickly had they changed before meeting me out here? How? It had been literal minutes. 

In all their pants, there were bulges of various sizes. However, Abby’s stood out particularly the most for two reasons. 1). He was fucking massive. Probably a shower rather than a grower.  2). There was a wet stain directly over the massive bulge. Oh god, was that from when I sat on his lap earlier?! Oh fuck!

I squirmed but Jinu merely chuckled against my ear. His hold on me tightened. “You see what you do to us?” The hand on my hip drags me closer and I can feel his bulge press against my ass even more. “What you do to me? Now they’re going to watch as I fuck you, and then maybe if they behave, they can have a turn with you as well.”

I couldn’t stop him as Jinu grabbed my shorts, violently yanking them down with inhumane strength. But I could still protest.

“We’re still at the meet and greet, Jinu…!”

“Who cares?”

My panties were torn off next, thrown at the other Saja Boys. Baby caught them with a smirk before he held them to his nose and mouth. 

“We could be caught!”

“Then we better give them a good show. I need everyone to see who owns you.” Jinu’s hand went to my throat, holding me up enough that I was on my tip toes now, barely able to hang onto the arm that held me. I could breathe, but barely.

He left my shirt on for some reason but my entire bottom half was exposed.

I couldn’t see it but I heard something unzip behind me. Then something large and warm prodded between my legs. Jinu made a few adjustments before warmth spread my cunt apart. 

Gasping, I looked down and could see the tip of Jinu’s cock poking out from between my legs. It was massive and purple with the same scars, and when Jinu lowered my body I watched helplessly as my oozing lips straddled the shaft. Ginormous veins nearly the same size as my pinky finger and the flesh of his cock was a different sensation grinding against me and my clit 

Erotic whimpers escaped my throat.

“You’re so wet that I don’t think you even need any lube. Besides, you can handle a little pain, can’t you?”

“Jinu, please, I…” 

“Shut up, slut.”

Jinu grabbed my upper arms on both sides, dragging me back and forth so his shaft caressed all parts of my cunt. He took another deep inhale.

“That’s what I was smelling. Your fucking cunt as it bled for us. You know, I smell when most girls come to our fansignings aroused, but yours? You smell the best of them all. I could barely wait for you to make it down that line. I almost fucked you on that table you know?” He laughed, continuing to drag me back and forth until I felt a rising orgasm. 

“Jinu, please…” I begged, my head becoming more murky. All I could think about was how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside me. How much I wanted to cum.

“There’s no begging allowed, slut. I’ll let you cum whenever I feel like you earned it,” he threatened. 

Across the room, the other Saja boys were taking turns with that pair of underwear Jinu had graciously thrown at them. They were tugging at the lacey pair like they were a pack of hungry hyenas fighting over meat. Their pants were down and all were jerking it as they smelled and licked at the wet spots. 

“Eyes forward, or on me, slut.” Jinu growled. My head snapped back forward. 

Jinu pulled his cock back, making the tip brush against my clit. 

Then he slams inside of me, bottoming out instantly. 

I shriek, my hands balling out into fists beside me. I bowed my head, panting and trying to adjust to the new burning sensation that came with his thick cock being buried deep inside my pussy. Sweat beaded down my temple and my spine, and my cunt clenches around Jinu. 

“That’s the fucking stuff…” Jinu moaned.

Pulling my arms back more until I was in a perfect arch, Jinu pulled out then slammed back inside of me, moving fast right off at the start. 

His pace is brutal and unrelenting, like a man who was starved.

His pelvis slams against my ass, his cock reaching the very end each time, punishing my cervix. I can feel as our combined juices gather at my cunt, dripping down onto the floor. The smell would rise to my nostrils. The air around us was already filled with the smell of sex. Mostly me…Fuck, that was all me wasn’t it? I was wetter than I had thought.

Small moans escaped my throat. Jinu split my cunt open like no other man had done before. 

I reached my orgasm and bit my lip, whining as I clenched around Jinu so hard that the man grunted. It must have been okay because he didn’t snap at me for cumming.

Jinu released one of my arms and instead grabbed at my shoulder. He grounded himself before slowly shoving his cock all the way inside me. He fills me with his seed with a grunt that sounded more like an animalistic growl. 

“Don’t think about it.” Jinu snapped. 

My heart jumps. I think he’s snapping at me first, until I looked at the other Saja Boys. Mystery had taken a step forward, his hand wrapped around his cock. Mystery looked to be the thickest of them all with his foreskin pulled back from the position of his hand. 

Jinu pointed a clawed at him warningly. “One more step forward and I don’t let any of you fuck,” he threated. 

Romance yanked Mystery back with one hand, his other wrapped around his thinner but still thick cock. I couldn’t tell if he had foreskin. 

Jinu pulled out of me and I whined at the loss. My legs nearly give out from the rough fucking but Jinu catches me and holds me up with one strong arm. My head rests back against his upper chest, head close to his shoulder. He moves me so I face the Saja Boys. His fingers spread my cunt open, his long taloned middle finger pushing in and then out, allowing for a flow of his cum to drip out of me. 

“Look how needy you made them, sweetheart. Should I hold you up while they take turns fucking you?”

“I…” I’m at a loss for words. 

I watched between my legs helplessly and then looked back up at the others. Romance seemed the most calm and collected which said a lot since he had a tight jaw and a focused furrow in his brow as he jerked himself off. 

Baby was hogging my panties and had them wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off directly over the former wet spot. Now those panties were completely soaked, showing off how much they had all used them. He had another lollipop in his mouth, and his eyes were focused not on me…but my cunt.

Mystery was practically frothing at the mouth like a rabid animal. I could tell that he was the one that was holding himself back the most. His cock jerked needily and he wasn’t even touching it. That thing would destroy me. 

Abby was furiously stroking himself off, hand rubbing at his head and then back down to the base. He didn’t have any foreskin so I could see his bare head, poor and swollen with precome at the slit. Cum was already spread across his abs, showing that he had jerked himself into an orgasm without even touching me. 

I gulped. 

I didn’t realize that my death would involve having sex with a group of pop idols. My cunt pulsed around Jinu’s fingers as he plugged his cum inside. 

“Fuck…She just clenched around my fingers. She loves the thought of being destroyed by us.I guess dinner is served~” Jinu cooed at the Saja Boys. 

They all exchanged glances like they were double checking their permissions. 

Mystery was the first to approach. Well, it was more of a sprint. He grabbed at my legs, lifting them off the ground before wrapping them around his narrow waist. Jinu wrapped both arms around me and lifted me, helping Mystery hold me up and suspend me in the air.

I whined as I felt Mystery’s hot cock against my abdomen before he adjusted himself. He holds the base of the monster before pressing the tip against my entrance. 

As he pressed inside me, I hissed. Jinu hadn’t even been big enough to fully prepare my poor hole for the stretch of my cunt as Mystery shoved himself inside me. I came the moment he was half inside, nearly squirting over the two men holding me. 

Jinu chuckled next to my ear. “That’s a beautiful sight. I can see right where he’s inside you.” His talons are unusually delicate as he tickled over the slight bulge in my stomach, moving in circular motions. The sensation causes my post-oragasmic body to clench and jerk against the cock inside me. The extra lube from my cum causes Mystery to slip the rest of the way up, pushing Jinu’s fingers up a little higher. 

Jinu scoffed. He spoke directly to Mystery with a dark tone, “I shouldn’t even be letting you go first, considering the stunt you pulled earlier.” 

“Sorry,” Mystery replied in a monotonous, uncaring tone. 

“Are you really?”

“No. I need to fuck her cunt before I go crazy.”

“Have at it, but don’t break her before the others get a turn.”

Don’t I get a say in this?

Mystery shifts his whole body, his hairy happy trail meeting my cunt with each thrust. He barely gave me time before he began to pound inside me, his happy trail slapping against me now.

Jinu chuckled. With every thrust from Mystery, my back was slamming against the man behind me. I could feel his still hard cock each time. 

“Nnnh…Mphm…” I whined, head thrown back against Jinu’s shoulder.

Mystery gets in my face, his body slightly bending over mine. Romance, Abby, and Baby are all standing behind him. Their yellow eyes glow with hunger.

Romance and Baby move on either side of me. They grab on both sides of my shirt, tearing it open. Their hands roam all over my body, kneading, pinching, and pulling on my breasts and my stomach. Baby is the first to lean down and wrap his mouth around my nipple, his eyes staring straight up at me. 

“She’s even more beautiful covered in sweat,” Romance sighed dreamily. He fondles my breast and pulls my nipple. 

“That she is…”

Jinu turned my face toward him. He doesn’t just kiss me, he consumes my mouth. His tongue is much longer than earlier and slides down my throat, almost making me gag.

“I can’t wait to taste that cunt,” Abby groaned from over my right shoulder, having moved there at some point. Things were happening so fast, that you could barely keep up with anything. 

“Trust me, it tastes fucking amazing.” Jinu groaned as he pulled away from my mouth, spit connecting us. 

Plap, plap, plap.

Mystery’s thrusts become more sloppy and uncoordinated. He digs his sharp nails into my thighs, his body arching more, his hips angling to thrust deeper inside me. His balls slam against my ass, wet droplets of my slick and Jinu’s cum splattering everywhere. When he pulls back, I can catch a glimpse of his face as he was angled above me. Fuck, I knew it would be beautiful.

Romance moves his face to mine, his lips pressing to mine before he shoves his tongue inside my mouth, exploring me. I let my tongue run along his, spit getting everywhere. His mouth suctions against mine, slurping up my spit before he pulls away. He lets his slender fingers travel down my nape to my clit, stroking it up and down as Mystery destroys my fucking cunt. The slick gets all over Romance’s fingers with each slam forward from Mystery. 

The thrusting lasts a few more seconds before Mystery finally growls. He shoves everyone else out of the way (except for Jinu, who was still helping him keep me up). Romance is removed from my cunt and Baby from my breast. The wetness against my nipple cools, making the flesh harden. 

Mystery shoves his cock all the way inside me, cum exploding from his cock against my sensitive walls. 

At the same time, I cum, my knees shaking. A burst of cum shoots out of my pussy, getting all over Mystery’s lower abdomen and mine. I also feel it cascading down my ass. 

“Please…! Mercy!” I sobbed as I pleaded.

Jinu scoffed. “What did I say about begging, slut? Shut your fucking mouth.”

“You’re far too rough, Jinu dear.” Romance scoffed. 

The male with the pink hair shoves Jinu by his arm, bravely pushing his leader out of the way. My body shifts before Romance takes over holding me. He holds me differently from Jinu, softly. Like I was a delicate flower that would wilt without love and care. He presses his lips against my neck, then to my cheek. 

“I would still love to have you as my model…Especially after little sessions like this,” he cooed to me. 

One of his hands disappeared under me. I tense when I feel a cock rub against my asshole. Romance shoves the leaking cum from my cunt down down before sliding deep into my asshole. 

“AHH!!” I screamed, throwing my head back. 

Romance shushes me. “Shhh, it’ll be uncomfortable, but the more you relax it’ll feel better. Just relax your body, okay love?” He whispered calmly against my ear. He was a more gentle presence next to my ear than Jinu had been. 

“I want to go again.” Mystery mumbled, hands tightening on my hips. I could tell that he was eager to continue but was waiting for Romance. 

Abby groaned. “Seriously? But you just went!” he complained.

“Let the man get it out of his system,” Jinu responded. “You know what kind of dog Mystery becomes when he doesn’t cum as much as he needs to.”

Abby groaned. “Fine.”

My mind spun. How many rounds would each man last?

Mystery didn’t have to wait much longer for his bandmate to bottom out. Romance closed the last inch of his cock inside my ass with a single hard thrust, his pelvis flush against my ass. My fingers and toes curl.

Mystery grunted and began to trust again. Romance joined him, the two silently finding a rhythm. When Romance pulled out, Mystery thrust forward. Then Romance would thrust in and Mystery pulled out. 

Drool slips out of the side of my mouth as the males use me for a while longer. Abby leans down and licks it right up. His tongue brushes against my teeth and lips.

“I wonder what it’s like to have her sucking on our cocks.” Baby leans his cheek against my chest. He takes his drenched piece of candy and draws on my flesh with it, then licks the flavorful spit trail up.

Mystery lasts for only a while longer. His sloppy thrusts become the telltale sign of being close to cumming again. Sure enough, he slams inside and cums another large load that is barely able to fit inside my already stuffed cunt. 

Romance paused for a moment, balls deep inside me but he was nowhere close to finishing himself. Panting, Mystery pressed his palm on my stomach before he pulled out, my knees shaking as he did so. If it wasn’t for Romance holding me, I would have fallen to the ground. 

Abby took Mystery’s place a second later. The tall and buff male smirked down at me. He ran a clawed finger up my inner thigh before hooking into my cunt. Mystery’s and Jinu’s cum oozed onto the finger. He admired it. 

“Now it’s my turn. I hope he stretched that fucking cunt.” Abby snarled and pumped his cock. My eyes widened at the sight of the massive cock with veins that pulsed. At this point, I was getting it mixed up on who was larger than who.

Abby pressed inside me and his cum coated pelvis met mine in an instant. There was a lewd squelch as he sheathed inside me. 

At this point, I couldn’t feel my cunt. I couldn’t feel anything as Abby bulged me worse than Jinu and Mystery did. 

“Oh sweet thing, you take us both so well,” Romance chuckled. 

“I’ve never had a cunt stretch like this without breaking.” Abby smirked. 

Romance kissed my cheek in a failed attempt to comfort me. Abby and Romance met eye contact. They smirked before they adjusted me between them, pressing closer together until I’m pretty much folded in half between them. My head is on Romance’s shoulder and my ankles up on Abby’s shoulders. 

“Fuck, you’re swallowing me, baby girl.Your cunt’s so hungry for me.” Abby smirked and started the pace. Romance and Abby aren’t as in sync as Romance and Mystery were, but they eventually find a flow that makes me see stars, another orgasm being coaxed out of me. 

Abby and Romance pressed their faces into my neck. They lick, suck, and bite the flesh until my neck was covered with so many hickies that it was just pure dark purple. Abby licks a stripe up the center of my neck before kissing me on the lips. His tongue plunges into my mouth, Romance and Abby slamming in and out of me mercilessly. 

I could barely keep my eyes open. At some point, I think I had passed out and woke up when Romance shoved his thumb into my mouth. 

“Hnng…!” Romance grunted and hilted all the way inside my asshole, releasing his seed in long quick spurts. He digs his teeth into my neck, holding me to the spot as he thrusted upward. Once he was fully inside my body, he stopped and rested inside me, plugging all his cum inside my ass. 

Abby continued his thrusting, his hands stroking up and down my legs in a soft, caressing manner. He smirked down at me. 

“Mmmm, babe, you look so sexy in my arms. You think that you can fit more of my cum inside you? You already have so many loads inside you.” His eyes flicker down to my cunt. “I’m getting it all over myself babe…Might have to press your face against my cock and let you lick it all off me.” 

Romance nuzzled his face next to my ear. He bit behind my ear and chortled softly. “He will make you do it too, baby girl, so don’t tempt him.” He rocked his hips but wasn’t fully thrusting inside me anymore. Abby was doing all the work now.

“Th-Thank you, Romance. Thank you, Abby.” I whined. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Words stopped functioning inside my brain.

Abby chuckled. Some beads of sweat dripped down the tip of his nose, falling onto my body. He grunted and thrusted inside me, his hips shakily pounding inside me. There was a messy overflow of cum that rushed from my body when Abby came, his load lasting longer than Mystery’s, which meant that there was a lot of it. 

The male smirked and pulled half way out, watching the way the cum could barely fit inside with an entertained expression.

“See? What did I tell you? Getting all that cum all over my abs.” Abby pressed my hand against his body, forcing my fingers to spread the sticky cum, drenching his happy trail. 

Both Romance and Abby pull out, leaving me breathless. Abby holds my cheek against his chest, holding me up while my legs wobble and nearly give out again.

Romance grinned and bent over, looking as his cum and his bandmate’s cum leaked out of my body, having nowhere else to go while my womb was already so stuffed full of them all. Well, almost. Baby still had yet to be inside me. 

A hand came down on my ass. 

“Hnng!” I whined and turned my face so my cheek was still pressed against Abby but I could see what was going on behind me. Every other Saja Boy was behind me, sneering. I couldn’t tell who had spanked me, but I had a feeling that Jinu was the perpetrator since his smirk was more devilish.

Abby moved me and laid me out on the cold floor of the stage, finally letting me rest. My heels are pressed into the floor and my legs spread.

I closed my eyes, thinking I would have a moment to breathe. I just felt my own body for a moment. The sting in my vagina and in my asshole was noteworthy, and the cum leaking out of me was neverending. 

A body climbed over me, and my eyes shot open. 

Romance was on top of me. Pink hair flowed down his face and got in mine. He stroked my cheek and tucked hair behind my ear as he stroked my inner thigh straight up to my core. “We’re not quite done with you, beautiful sweet thing.” He chuckled, his pelvis slamming into mine as he thrusted into my cunt. He filled me within seconds. 

I whimpered, unable to fully moan. My throat felt too shredded and ached from screaming. 

Romance pushed my legs up by my knees, stroking the sensitive part that was on the underside of my knee. Someone grabs my ankles, and when I look up it's a smug Abby, his cock close to my face.

How many times were they going to use me…?

Baby kneels next to me, his fingers pressing against my lips. He opens my willing mouth and shoves a piece of sour candy into my mouth. I cringe, closing my eyes at the flavor. Almost immediately, a cock is shoved into my mouth. It’s stubby compared to the other males but still larger than any other regular man, still reaching the back of my throat with hardly any effort.

When my eyes opened, it had been Baby who had done the deed. He had pulled my head to the side, holding onto my hair as he thrusts in and out, spreading the taste of salt and sour back and forth over my tongue. I struggled to not swallow and choke on the candy as he used my mouth.

I clawed at the ground as Romance pounded into my cunt and Baby slid in and out of my mouth. My hands are grabbed and cocks fill them. Abby and Mystery forced me to cup them as they thrusted, using my fingers as their own personal cocksleeve. Abby now held my ankles with one hand. All of my holes, except my asshole, were being used. If only Jinu had laid down first before Romance had pounced on me…

Fuck, I’m such a fucking whore. 

Romance doesn’t last long before he cums again. He barely has time to lean down and kiss me before Jinu pulls him away by his hips. 

“Hey!” Romance snarled. 

“If you step in the way of me being inside of her, I will rip your fucking head off,” Jinu snarled back at the male, pointing a clawed finger at the man. 

This made the other Saja Boys back off from me. My legs fell back down on the ground, shaking.  

Baby pouted. “I still haven’t been inside her. When is it going to be my turn?”

“You can have her after me. Just shut up right now.” 

Jinu grabbed my hips. I am weak as he pulls me to my hands and knees. I’m barely able to hold myself up even with my hands bracing on the ground. Jinu pulled my ass into the air and slammed into my sopping cunt. 

“You’re stretched out, my little slut.” Jinu smirked and shoved his thumb into my asshole, using it as leverage for his brutal thrusts. He pulls me back and forth against his cock, forcing the entirety of it inside before pulling out. 

My flushed cheek feels amazing against the cool ground but it doesn’t last long. Baby grabbed my face and yanked me off the floor. He shoved his cock back into my mouth. Jinu and Baby spit roasted me right there. I propped myself on Baby’s thighs, holding them as he thrusted back and forth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I tasted the leftover sour candy on his cock. 

Mystery came closer, kneeling next to Baby. He stroked his cock back and forth, pushing his foreskin back and forth. Baby paused briefly and smirked down at me as Mystery brought the tip of his cock toward my mouth, shoving it inside as well. 

“Look at that…she can take two cocks in her mouth at once.” Jinu laughs. He brings a hand down against my ass again. “That’s something special.”

“I’m just glad it’s my cock,” Mystery mumbled.

I gag. I drool. When Jinu thrusted forward, it forced me to take the two cocks further. Tears welled at the overwhelming sensations that came from every direction, especially when Jinu added fingers to my clit, swiping it back and forth. 

How was it that the more they all fucked me, that they got more energized?

Romance and Abby took my hands and placed it on their cocks. They pull my hands back and forth on them. My arms are weak but eventually I got the message and stroked them myself. Now. I was somehow pleasuring each of the Saja Boys at the same time.

Nothing was going to be normal after this. 

I would never be the same after having the Saja Boys in all my holes. 

My holes would always be wrecked for anyone else. 

Cum comes from everywhere. It floods my mouth, it gets on my back and my hair, and Jinu fills me up again. 

This time, no one catches me when I collapse to the ground as the three men pull away. 

I whined when Abby dragged me closer to him, pulling me into his lap. “Don’t worry babe…I have at least one more load in me for you…” He stroked my cunt, flicking it until I was almost convulsing in his lap.

“Hey!” Baby snapped at the man, who paused his ministrations on my clit. “I still haven’t been inside her cunt once. If you’re going to use her, you better use your ass, because I need a fucking turn.” The male growled. 

“That’s fine with me,” Abby compromised calmly. 

Abby pushes into my asshole, spreading my legs open for Baby, who positioned himself between my legs before thrusting inside me. Baby moaned and pressed his lips against mine, happily thrusting and using me alongside Abby. I was mush but I did my best to kiss Baby back, my tongue swirling with his, tasting all the candy he had eaten that night. 

My hands are filled, each Saja Boy taking turns having their cocks on or in me. It’s all a messy blur as they switch out. One cock is in my hand before suddenly it’s another. I couldn’t keep up.

Abby cums before Baby and pulled out. Baby grabbed at me and flipped me so I straddled Abby’s abs. Baby thrusts back inside me but inside my ass this time. As he thrust forward, he forced my cummy cunt to spread against Abby’s abs, making a bigger mess and spreading it all over himself. 

“Fuck babe.” Abby rested both arms cockily behind him as he watched me with glee. 

Cum hits my back. It gets everywhere all over me, covering me in a thin sheet of sexual fluids. It fills my mouth, forever changing my tastebuds. 

When my eyes lock forward, I see Jinu standing next to Romance. Both their cocks are half hard. The males were smirking, nowhere close to being done with me. “Maybe we should take her home and keep her.” Jinu crossed his arms. “She can be our constant supply of sex and powers.”

“I agree.” Romance held his chin. 

My eyes were torn away from them when Mystery shoved himself into my mouth again, holding the back of my head as he thrusted in and out of me. I close my eyes and suck on his cock. I don’t have any other choice.

I don’t know when I pass out. But when I wake up, plugs are in my holes but otherwise I’m clean and no longer covered in fluids. 

I’m also somewhere else entirely. An arm is draped across my chest, and when I look - The Saja Boys are all in one bed, asleep next to me. 

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Teaching Caleb how to touch you !

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a/n: this was another request!! you know who you are <3 this might've dragged a bit. sorry. ALSO, i promise i'm working on all your requests! i have 45 and i'm working as fast as i can 🙏. but i hope this was okayy

content: inexperienced caleb, it's his first time time touching you, he's super nerviee, like really nervous, titty sucking, fingering, dry humping, soft sub calen

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You’ve never seen him this shy—cheeks pink, fingers hesitantly tracing your body as he kisses you.

You smile against his lips when—finally, after a few long, breathless minutes of kissing—you feel one of his hands close around your waist. "Are you nervous?"

Caleb lets out a soft breath. "Of course I am."

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes half-lidded and soft as he scans your face like he's trying to memorize what you look like in this moment.

"I've wanted you for so long," he murmurs, hand trembling. "I don't.. I don't want to mess anything up."

You immediately soften. You bring your hand up to his face and rub soothing circles over his cheek. "You won't mess it up."

He swallows hard, his eyes darting down because looking at you too long right now makes him sweat. "But I don't know what I'm doing," he says, quiet and raspy. Almost as if he had to force the words out of him.

"I can help you."

Caleb looks at you again, uncertain.

"I just... I want it—this—to be perfect. I don't want to let you down.."

Your chest squeezes.

He's always been too sweet.

You slowly lean down pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Anything with you is perfect, Caleb. I promise."

Caleb lets out a shaky breath. "Okay..." His other hand carefully finds your waist. "Is this okay?"

"Mhm."

His throat bobs painfully, his eyes darting down to watch his hands skim up your sides. And you just sit there. You don't rush or push. You just sit in his lap, watching the reverent look in his eyes.

Caleb pauses at the hem of your shirt and looks up again, his lips parting with a silent question.

You nod. "It's okay, Caleb."

Then slowly, he's slipping his hands underneath your shirt and running his hands up your stomach, edging toward the swell of your breasts but not quite touching them yet.

He shudders, almost instinctively digging his fingers into your ribcage. He doesn't mean to. He just can't help it. Years and years of pining after you and now he was finally touching you like this. It's hard not to be greedy. To not touch you everywhere—kiss everywhere.

"Can I go..." he pauses, exhaling shakily, "higher?"

"Yes."

Caleb slips his palms over your breast and his lips part on a quiet breath.

You fit into his hands so perfectly. For a second, he think his hands were meant for this and this alone. Holding you.

"You're so soft," Caleb awes, squeezing gently. Then, he swipes his thumbs over your pebbling nipples. "Pipsqueak..."

"Do you want to take my shirt off?" You swallow hard, your legs squeezing around his torso. Are you being too self-indulgent? You don't know. All you know is that this—teaching him, being the first girl he's ever touched—feels too good.

Caleb's breath hitches. "Do you want me to?"

When you nod, he shudders.

"Then yeah. I really.. I really wanna take your shirt off."

At his answer, you reach down and start pulling the fabric up. Caleb's hands slip away from your chest to help, trembling slightly.

When your shirt falls away, he can only stare.

"Fuck, you're so pretty.." He brings his hands back to your breast, squeezing once more.

He licks his lips, his eyes darting up to yours like a secret plea. "Can I... kiss you here?" His voice cracks with nerves.

"Yes," you breathe, your heart racing.

Then he leans forward, his lips brushing over your breast, so soft you barely feel it. "Does that feel okay?"

"You can put more pressure."

Caleb purses his lips against your chest in another kiss and you nod. "Yeah, just like that."

He continues, peppering your skin with little kisses before getting bolder, letting his tongue dart out between his lips to taste you and you arch into him, your hand twitching with the urge to tangle in his hair.

He kisses you through the fabric of your bra, the touch making your back tense.

Caleb looks up.

"Too much?"

You quickly shake your head. "No, no. That felt really nice." You hesitate for just a second before murmuring, "You can take off my bra, too."

"You sure?"

You bite your lip softly. "Yeah."

He reaches behind you, fumbling with your clip a few times before your straps slip off your shoulders before it's tossed to the side.

Caleb stares again, pupils blown wide, like he can't believe you're letting him see you like this. He dips his head down again, pressing a slow kiss directly against your nipple. "How's that?"

You sigh, slipping hands through his hair. "That feels good..."

Caleb hums before flicking his tongue against the achy nub and can't help the way your hips jerk against his at the touch.

He groans. "You really like that."

You can barely nod before he's wrapping his lips around your breast and sucking. You let out another staggered breath and hold him tight.

"Caleb..!"

Caleb whines at the sound of his name, his hips giving an instinctive roll. "'M'sorrry. I just... can't help it when you sound like that." he breathes against your skin.

But you shake your head. "It's fine. You're doing... really good!"

He rolls his hips up again. He really can't help it. Not when you're in his mouth and talking to him like that.

He keeps sucks and licking, sneaking in little nibbles that make you gasp and arch your back. And then he's switching breasts, making sure he gives the other one the same attention.

It's only when Caleb's jaw feels sore that he comes off with a soft pop, your chest littered and kisses and his saliva.

"You're... You're even better than I imagined," he huffs, leaning up to kiss your lips while running his hands down your thighs, then back up, stopping at your breasts again.

"Am I doing okay?"

"Yes, more than okay," you assure, your voice shakier than you expected it to be.

Caleb’s breath hitches. His thumbs skim under the waistband of your shorts, hesitating.

"Can I touch you here too?” he rasps, voice wrecked with nerves and want.

Your chest tightens. “Yes, Caleb.”

He nearly whimpers. “Show me how. Please."

You guide his hand down, your own hand over his. When his fingers press where you’re already wet, he groans softly, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “God, you feel so good…”

You bite your lip, trying to keep your hips still, but they grind into his hand anyway. "You.. hah.."

Caleb can't help it; he runs his fingers through your slick, his stomach clenching at warm it is. Was all this really for him?

"What do you need?" he breathes, putting a bit of pressure on your needy flesh. Not enough to push in, just enough to (accidentally) tease you. "Show me... how. Please.. I don't—I don't know—"

"Shh, it's okay. I'll show you," you whisper, guiding his hand over your sex. You lead two fingers to your clit and press firmly. "This is the spot right here."

Caleb shudders, his fingers nudging at you like he's trying to memorize what it feels like. "Yeah. Yeah, okay.."

Then, you start guiding him in slow circles. "A-and just rub... small circles, okay?"

Caleb nods, nervous, but eagerly taking over. He does exactly what you taught him, clumsy at first. But he gradually falls into a steady rhythm.

"Like this?"

"Yes..!" You grip his shoulder and tip your head back slightly. "Just like that, Caleb!"

Caleb moans in response, rubbing tighter, rougher circles.

Warmth blooms in your chest—makes everything feel fuzzy. If Caleb told you, right now, that this was his first time, you wouldn't believe him.

You whimper, the sound making him twitch in his jeans.

"Caleb! Please! Please, please..!"

He groans, bringing his free hand around your hip and tugging you closer as he continued working over.

Warmth pools between your legs, soaking through the fabric of your panties. Just when you start to feel that familiar pressure in your stomach, Caleb stops, his fingers sliding down to tease at your entrance.

"Hah..! Caleb?"

You look at him again, blinking through hazy eyes.

"I'm sorry," he instantly says, his chest heaving like your pleasure was his own. "I just wanted to see you like this a little more—I'm sorry—I can go back to—"

You shake your head. "No, that's really sweet." You take a moment to catch your breath before asking, "Do you want to feel inside?"

Caleb nods. "Yes. Yes, please."

"You can," you reply, your voice quiet.

Caleb glances down, watching his hand bulge from your panties as he carefully—very carefully—slides one finger past your tight ring of muscles.

"Hah! You—Oh God.. You're so warm, Pips," he gasps, slowly sinking his finger inch by inch, watching your reaction the whole time. When he's knuckle deep, he breathes out a shaky, "Are you okay?"

You nod, fighting the urge to start grinding down on his finger. "Mhmm.. It feels so good, Caleb."

He starts pumping slowly. Agonizingly slow. Like any faster might break you. But when he sees you squirming and holding back whines, he quickens his pace.

"You can add another."

Caleb doesn't hesitate. He slips another finger in with one, slick push. "Fuck."

That's all he can say. All he can muster.

And the sounds your body starts to make are filthy. Straight out of his fantasies. With a small, embarrassed sound you hide in the crook of his neck, your cheeks burning.

But Caleb whines, leaning his head against yours.

"Don't hide, Pips. Please... I wanna see you." His voice is trembling, like not getting to see what this does to you physically pains him.

So slowly, you lift your head back up and he looks completely wrecked. And you're right there with him—brows knit with pleasure, lips parted with your breathless moans.

He's panting now, your breath mingling with his as he gently rocks his hips up.

"Please. Go back—go back to my other spot. I—I need it. Need you."

Caleb groans. You need him.

"Okay."

He eases his fingers out of you, pressing them to the achy spot at the cleft of your sex again. "Fuck... Pips.. I don't.. I lost it."

"It's okay." You guide him to that spot again. "Right there. Right there please."

He starts rubbing firm circles again, using the same pace you taught him. "There?" He asks, voice wrecked.

"Yes! Yes!"

Caleb grunts, jostling you in his lap as his hips jerk underneath you. "Fuck, fuck—sorry."

You don't even notice it though. You're lost in the feeling of his fingers. "Are you close?" he pants.

A moan tears from your throat at the same time. "Y-yes. I'm close. I'm—" You dip your head against his, your eyes drifting down between your bodies.

You bite your lip. The way his hand disappears into your panties and his arm flexes as he continues to rub tiny circles shouldn't turn you on so much, but it does. It makes your head spin and your stomach clench.

"Caleb..!"

"Y-yeah?"

"I'm—Oh fuck. Caleb, I'm—Please!" you whine. "Please, please!"

He doesn't have time to speak before you're going rigid above him—hips jerking against his hand, choked moans spilling past your lips, and your grip on him becoming bruisingly tight. Then you're going limp.

Caleb gently draws his hand back, marveling at the mess on his fingers before holding you close. "Hey, are you okay?"

When you only hum against his shoulder he shakes you softly. "Pips, look at me."

You pull your head back to show him the blissed-out look on your face and he lets out a sigh of relief.

He swallows hard, his chest falling and rising too quickly. "You're so pretty."

You smile, your chest giving a little tug. "Stop it.."

"I can't help it," he murmurs, pressing lazy kisses to your cheeks and lips.

You smile, leaning into his little pecks.

His lips find your forehead as he breathes out, "Did I really make you feel that good?"

"You made me feel amazing."

Caleb sighs, pulling you in by your waist and burying his face in your shoulder. "Thank you for helping me."

"Of course."

You're silent for a beat, then gently, he rolls his hips up, a staggered breath slipping past his lips. "I'm—hahh—sorry.." Even then, he doesn't stop.

Instead, he slides his hands down your hips and guides you against him. "Can I please? You were amazing... But.. but you feel so..nng.. nice."

"Yes, baby," you coo, forcing yourself to see straight again as you follow his rhythm. "You did so good."

Caleb whimpers into your shoulder. "Say that again."

"You did soo good, Caleb."

Another whimper, his hips rolling faster now, more desperate. His breath stutters, and you can feel how hard he is beneath you—how badly he wants it.

"Please… Pips…” His voice is wrecked, trembling. “I—I don’t think I can—"

You press closer, giving his ear a tender nip. "It's okay. You were so sweet for me. Just enjoy yourself."

His next breath stutters out of him, hot against your skin.

Everything after that blurs. All he knows is that you feel too good to be true. That he wants to stay in this moment with you. Forever.

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[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

Rafayel's perfect, pretty little waist

The studio smells like paint and bergamot. Afternoon light spills through the tall windows, gilding everything it touches—canvases, sculptures, the sweep of Rafayel’s violet hair where it falls across his cheek as he lounges shirtless on the velvet chaise. His abs flex subtly with every lazy breath, golden skin dusted with drying pigment from some half-finished masterpiece behind him.

You’ve been watching him for the better part of an hour, pretending to be focused on your book. But your eyes keep drifting, don’t they? The taper of his waist. The cut of his obliques. The way even stillness looks sculpted on him.

You shift your weight, pulse quickening with every inch of your growing mischief.

He doesn’t notice the way you cross the room—until you're standing above him. He tilts his head, gaze sliding up lazily. "Mmm? Done pretending to read?"

You don’t answer right away, just lower yourself onto your knees beside him, resting your chin on the arm of the chaise as you let your fingers trail, featherlight, along the sharp lines of his waist. He watches you half amused, half intrigued.

Then, in your softest voice, you ask, “Can I ride your waist?”

Silence. The kind that crackles like lightning before the storm. His body stills entirely, even his breath.

“...Excuse me?” his voice drops, but it isn’t cold—it’s shaken, stunned. His amethyst eyes snap to yours, wide and glimmering. He looks genuinely thrown off, and it thrills you.

You smile sweetly. "It’s just—Rafayel, your waist is insane. Like, it’s so perfectly built and slim but strong and your abs are like…" you sigh dramatically, fingers pressing just slightly into the lines of his stomach. "It’s unfair. I think about it a lot."

His jaw tightens, and a bloom of pink rises to his ears, crawling to the apples of his cheeks.

You might’ve expected him to roll his eyes and flick your forehead. Tease you with some too-clever quip about how you’re hopelessly obsessed with him—because you are. But instead, he exhales a shaky little laugh and drags a hand slowly up your arm.

"You want to ride my waist?" he murmurs, voice lower now, richer. “That’s how you’re choosing to word it?”

You blink up at him, all innocent mischief. “Mm-hm.”

"Oh, cutie." the word slips from his lips like a sigh—mocking, indulgent, but edged in something rougher. He draws you in with a single tug of his hand, casual and possessive all at once, and suddenly you’re straddling his hips like it was always meant to end this way.

His gaze flicks down to where your thighs cage him. Then slowly—so slowly—back up. "You can’t just say things like that while looking at me like that." his voice is velvet-draped iron. “Is this what I get for letting you run around my studio unsupervised?” he mutters, feigning exasperation as his fingers flex just once.

“Mhm, could be,” you whisper, leaning closer, letting your breath skim his cheek, “Or maybe I got too bored by that book and instead figured out your weak spot. We both know it, Raf— I know exactly how to handle you.”

That earns you a sharp inhale. One that betrays just how close to the edge he already is.

You’re not sure what you expected—probably some mocking, sultry comeback, another of his theatrical flourishes. But instead, he just stares at you like he’s trying not to combust.

The shift in his body isn’t subtle: the tense exhale, the flicker of heat behind those amethyst eyes, the flex of lean muscle beneath you.

“I’m this close,” he murmurs, voice dropping, “to throwing all my paints off that table and letting you ride me until the sun sets.”

Your smirk falters barely, because you didn’t expect him to fold so fast.

“Oh?” his lashes lower, tone lilting now, teasing like silk slipping between fingers. “Don't tell me you're the one flustered now. I thought you had a plan.”

You meet his eyes and, even as your cheeks warm, you say, “I still do. I just didn’t expect you to short-circuit so fast.”

That earns you a real laugh, soft and breathless. He brushes a knuckle down your cheek, tilts his head. “I let you have your little moment, miss bodyguard. But if you keep looking at me like you want to devour me…” his voice is practically a purr now. “…don’t act surprised when I ask for seconds.”

And just like that, it’s your heart pounding. Your skin flushed. Your entire body suddenly hyperaware of every inch of him beneath you.

He sees it, and his grin sharpens, smug and devastating. But his ears are still pink. And those amethyst eyes are still completely wrecked with want.

“Yeah? What if I want seconds, hm?” your voice is silken mischief as your fingertip drags a slow, deliberate line down his chest, over the sculpted lines that tense ever so slightly beneath your touch. He flexes without meaning to, a betrayal you catch instantly—and savor. “Would you let me?” you murmur, leaning in, your breath warm against his skin. “I know how much you love when I’m on top. I could feel it... in the way you twitched just now.”

Rafayel doesn’t reply immediately. His lashes lower, amethyst gaze half-lidded as he watches you, pupils blown, lips parted in some half-formed retort that never quite makes it to sound. He always tries to act unbothered, lounging like a prince on his velvet throne—but the tension in his jaw, the way his hands tighten against your thighs, and the faintest blush painting his ears and cheekbones tells another story entirely.

You live for this. For the moments when you pull one of his own games on him and it actually works. He’s so utterly stunning like this—trying to maintain the illusion of control while it slips through his fingers, while you take the reins.

And of course his hands are already on you, smoothing along the length of your bare thighs, fingers slipping up beneath the hem of the oversized shirt you’d stolen from him days ago and never returned. You never really wear anything else in his studio anymore—just his clothes and a pair of soft panties, because somehow, the minute you step into it, his hands always find their way to your skin.

Usually, it’s him teasing you until you’re squirming, trembling, breath caught in your throat as he whispers maddening nothings and drags things out until you beg.

But now you’re the one pressing your thighs around his hips, you’re the one setting the air alight with tension, watching the slow unravel of that perfectly poised smirk as his composure frays under your fingertips.

He exhales, low and tight, before gripping your waist and shifting—smooth, practiced, but not as casual as he wants it to seem. He settles you both onto the nearby couch in a controlled sprawl, then leans back, chest rising and falling beneath you, his expression wrecked in the most delicious way.

He places you exactly where you wanted to be—right on the carved slope of his abdomen, skin flushed and taut beneath your weight. His voice is low, a breath of velvet, but there's a rasp to it now. "Go on, then," he murmurs, eyes fixed on your mouth, your hands, anywhere but your eyes. "If you're going to be bold... be bold."

His hands remain on your hips, thumbs grazing over the dip of your waist as though he could take control at any moment—but he doesn’t. He won’t. Not now. Not when you're the one unspooling him thread by thread.

You steady yourself, palms pressed to his chest and shoulders, his muscles twitching beneath your touch. Then you start to move slowly, deliberately, grinding against the sculpted ridges of his abs through the damp barrier of your panties. The friction is heady, just enough to drag a tremor through you, and the soft sound Rafayel makes—low and breathy, more felt than heard—only urges you on.

His hands grip your ass, firm and possessive, as though he’s trying to guide the rhythm. But he stops short of it, resisting the urge to take over because he knows this is yours to lead.

"Mm," he finally exhales, voice curling around a sharp edge of restraint, “I was going to paint today, you know. Finish that painting I’ve been stuck on this past week.”

You smile, rolling your hips just enough to make him grunt again, that beautiful sound escaping his throat like he didn’t mean to let it slip.

“Oh?” you tilt your head, feigning innocence as your nails lightly rake down his chest. “You can still paint. After I’m done making a mess out of you.”

That gets his eyes on yours. Fully. Raw, dilated, burning amethyst. His smirk is slow, shaky, wicked. “And what a devoted little muse you’ve become.”

But his voice is hoarse now. He’s falling apart, and he knows it.

His eyes are drinking you in like he’s memorizing brushstrokes—slow, reverent, utterly spellbound. You move above him, hips rolling back and forth with a rhythm sharpened by want, the slick friction of your soaked panties dragging deliciously across his abs. Every time your clit catches on the ridge of sculpted muscle beneath you, your breath stutters—moans slipping free, quiet at first, then sweeter, needier.

That sound wrecks him.

Rafayel’s head tips back with a low, unguarded whine, his fingers digging into the softness of your ass. It’s rare to hear him make a sound like that—honest, uncomposed, utterly undone. Your lips twitch in delight as you trace a teasing finger along the bow of his mouth, brushing gently like you’re sketching color into a living canvas.

His breath hitches at the touch.

“You have no idea,” you whisper, your voice syrup-slow as you lean closer, “how many times I imagined this. Riding you like this… your stupid perfect abs, that impossible little waist…” your thighs clench involuntarily as you say it aloud—confession edged in heat, dragging along your spine like the echo of a touch.

“You look obscene, you know,” you murmur, voice almost reverent now, “and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About making a mess all over you. Just like this.”

Your thighs tighten again, and he feels it, just how badly you want this—crave it, even. His eyes flutter closed for half a second, a groan bleeding out of his throat like he’s losing the ability to keep quiet. Then, suddenly, his mouth is on yours—desperate, fevered, bruising in the way it claims. Tongues clash. Teeth scrape. It's a kiss full of impatience and praise, of fire that’s been simmering too long beneath the surface.

You tremble in his lap, the pressure winding tighter with every roll of your hips, and still—still—he finds a way to speak, voice ragged and taunting in the most affectionate, wicked way. “Oh? Already trembling?” he breathes against your lips, a smirk ghosting along his tone. “Not going to give up on your little fantasy now, are you, cutie?”

You want to reply, to snark something back—but then his hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers brushing upward until they find one sensitive nipple and tug, hard and deliberate.

You shatter. Your orgasm crashes over you with a sharp cry that melts into a moan against the curve of his neck, your body locking up, clenching, shaking as your soaked panties rub your release messily across his abs. Rafayel groans beneath you at the sensation, hands gripping harder, like he wants to feel every tremor, every drop.

But his touch doesn’t relent. His fingers continue to tease your nipple even as your breath stutters, and before you can fully come down, his other hand is already sliding lower, sneaking past your panties like he owns you—and he does, in this moment, in every moment like this. You’re not even fully recovered when his fingers slip inside—long, slow, curling deliberately.

Your moan cracks on his shoulder.

"Still so wet for me,” he murmurs, voice raw with heat, yet still frustratingly amused, as if he isn't on the edge himself. “You finally got your little wish, mm?” his teeth scrape gently against your jaw, fingers stroking so slowly inside you it feels like punishment.

“That turned you on this much?” he breathes, tongue brushing against the shell of your ear. “Riding my waist… making a mess out of me. And now…” his lips ghost along your cheek. “Now you’re going to be good and give me one more, aren’t you? Just one. You looked so pretty when you came the first time…”

You can barely answer, your mind hazy and hips already moving again, helpless against the way his voice wraps around you, coaxing and coaxing and coaxing like he’s pulling strings beneath your skin.

Rafayel watches you like a masterpiece in motion, eyes heavy-lidded and gleaming, as his fingers work deeper, slower, crueler. And you’re already unraveling again around his slender fingers that know exactly how to work you up.

He had made you come like this before—more than once. So many times, in fact, that your body already knew the rhythm of it, the inevitable descent. The way his fingers moved like they were painting with you, not just inside you. The way he watched, every twitch of your body committed to memory like brushstrokes on silk. But even with all that history—every time he’d dragged you to pieces with just his hands—this moment felt different.

You knew exactly how much this turned him on.

The slow, wet sound of your arousal coating his fingers. The weight of you atop him, flushed and trembling, hips chasing each curling motion like you’d die if he stopped. He had to be aching. You could feel it in the way his breath stuttered, hot and shallow. The subtle shudders he tried to mask each time your walls clenched around his fingers. And still, the bastard refused to give you exactly what you wanted.

His fingers curved inside you with expert precision… but just barely missed that devastating spot that would’ve pushed you over the edge. Not by accident—never by accident with him. No, he wanted to see you like this—trembling, desperate, grinding down for more like you’d do anything to catch the friction he kept barely out of reach.

Your voice was nothing more than a mewl in his ear, broken words struggling past your parted lips as you whispered his name again and again, a chant, a plea, a breathless surrender.

And finally—finally—he gave in. Rafayel pressed his fingers just right, again and again, stroking over that aching bundle of nerves with such maddening purpose that you almost wept from the pleasure. Your moans melted into his neck, hot and needy, and he responded with a shiver so sharp it startled you—his whole body jerking beneath you like a live wire.

You were too close to speak. Too close to question the heat of his mouth as it opened against your throat, kissing, nipping, biting down as he groaned low and helpless right into your skin.

And then just as your thoughts began to splinter, he moaned. Not quiet, not restrained, but guttural and raw, right against your ear.

His fingers didn’t slow. If anything, they moved faster, deeper, relentless now as if he'd been holding back only for the pleasure of breaking you in this exact moment.

You shattered with a broken, wrecked cry, your orgasm hitting like a violent wave, all nerves and light and liquid heat spilling through you as your body convulsed around his fingers.

You heard him gasp. Felt the tension under your thighs, the tremble in his chest, the chaos in his breath. And then he stilled.

When his hand finally slipped from between your legs, he brought his fingers to his lips without ceremony, licking them slow and indulgent, violet eyes never leaving your face. His gaze was wrecked, utterly undone yet amused in that signature Rafayel way, with something darker coiled underneath the soft curve of his mouth.

He didn’t say a word. That look alone told you he was already imagining painting you like this—flushed, dazed, dripping with satisfaction, your thighs still twitching from aftershocks.

You leaned in, cradling his face in your hands, pulling him into a kiss that was all tongue and hunger and grateful, shaking need. And when you finally broke apart, breathless and pressed forehead to forehead, you felt his smile before you saw it.

And then—just barely, like it was nothing at all—he whispered against your mouth, “Guess I lost control too.”

Your brows furrowed, dazed. “What…?”

He hummed, soft and smug, one hand trailing down your back. “You were so sweet chasing your pleasure like that,” he murmured, lashes low, voice a whisper of silk and sin. “I might’ve gotten carried away watching.”

Your heart stuttered as realization sank in. He hadn’t even needed your hands. Just you. Just the sight of you falling apart.

You stared at him, jaw slack, and Rafayel had the audacity to grin—lazy and flushed and completely unapologetic.

And then, because he couldn’t help himself, he added with a sigh, “You really do make the most breathtaking art, cutie.”

[justanotherpersonaroundtheworld]

cause I’m cool on my own. but it’s warmer in your arms ꕤ jinu

part two

pairing: jinu x fem!angel reader

summary: Jinu never believed in angels, has his world turned upside down when he spots a breathtakingly beautiful girl. But before he can speak to her, she’s already gone. When fate brings them together again, he discovers she's an angel who was raised to fear demons like him, yet they're both drawn to each other with an inexplicable pull that feels like coming home.

genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)

word count: 16,808 (almost 17k bye I need help)

warnings/tags: demon x angel trope, strangers to lovers, forbidden love, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, shy!reader, reader is described as shorter than jinu, meet cute!, emotional!reader, miscommunication. reader saves jinu <3 (no death) but gwi-ma goes down! love confessions. soulmates. corruption kinda? but it’s so sweet. UGH. inexperienced/virgin!reader, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom jinu, ok… just in overall bye, jinu is soft for reader, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, consent king? hell yes. overstimulation, major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, oral fixation. breeding kink aaaaa sorry. body worship kinda. one time use of “daddy” I AM SO SORRY. lots of pet names. this is high key sweet and soft and then turns filthy. jinu is worshipping his angel ok! aftercare. reader has hair, no further description though. this is not beta read sorry!

a/n: OH GOD! finally! I am so excited to share this with the world. I love this story sm. so self indulgent. I think this might be oc? or a bit more soft? idk. the timeline of the movie isn’t totally the same as what I’m writing. I absolutely loved this story and the aftercare scene means the world to me. also english isn’t my first language so bear with me. but either way I love this. I hope you enjoy!!! 🩷🥰

this goes without saying, but if you don’t like it don’t read it <3

AO3 • masterlist

Angels were never something Jinu believed in. He couldn't fathom their existence in this reality—the world felt too chaotic, too broken for such pure beings to exist. The idea seemed like wishful thinking, nothing more than fairy tales meant to comfort the naive.

But as he waited for his usual order at the small coffee shop tucked away on the corner of the busy streets of Seoul, Jinu realised he had been wrong all along.

There, standing so gracefully in line, was the most breathtakingly beautiful girl he swears he’d ever laid eyes on. You gazed up at the menu boards with their endless array of drinks, one delicately manicured nail tapping thoughtfully against your chin as you pondered your choice. When your turn came, you approached the counter with a shy smile that made something flutter in his chest.

You weren’t just beautiful—you were breathtaking.

He was completely entranced, utterly captivated by your presence. Jinu stood there slack-jawed and dumbfounded, his heart hammering against his ribs at an alarming rate. Time seemed to slow as he watched you move with an effortless grace that made everything else that happened in the coffee shop fade into background noise.

And he was staring. Shamelessly, helplessly staring.

Yet somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to care. His eyes traced over your gentle movements as you seemed to stumble endearingly over your words, ordering what he was certain must be something as sweet as you appeared to be. He couldn’t understand this magnetic pull he felt toward a complete stranger, this girl who had wandered into his ordinary Tuesday morning and turned his entire world upside down with nothing more than your presence.

Perhaps angels did exist after all, and perhaps one had just ordered a mocha with extra foam.

Jinu released a shaky breath through parted lips as he watched you delicately sip from the straw of your chocolate flavoured coffee, your rosy pink gloss leaving the faintest trace on the white paper.

Then he felt the world stop as you finally looked up from your drink, and your eyes met his from across the crowded room. The coffee shop’s ambient chatter seemed to disappear entirely. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, and for a breathless moment, you simply stared at one another. A flicker of something like recognition passed across your sweet features before a small, shy smile bloomed on your lips, and Jinu for once in his life was at a loss for words.

“Order for Jinu!” The barista’s voice cut through the spell like a knife, announcing that his coffee order for the Saja Boys was ready and pulling him reluctantly from his trance.

He blushed before moving. His movements felt mechanical as he collected the tray of drinks, his mind still trying to recover from your shared moment. But when he turned around, expecting to find you still there—perhaps to finally work up the courage to speak to you—his heart sank.

You had vanished.

The spot where you'd been standing was empty, leaving only the lingering scent of vanilla and the ghost of your smile. Jinu stood there with a tray full of coffee and a chest full of yearning, wondering if he'd ever meet you again.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * ˚.

Jinu had been replaying that brief encounter in the coffee shop for days. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quiet his mind. His thoughts constantly drifted back to you—your warm, radiant smile, the effortless kindness in your eyes. He got addicted of the way your presence seemed to quiet the chaos inside him, even if only for a second.

Dark thoughts still curled at the edges of his mind, clawing at old wounds that refused to close. But whenever he thought of you, the sharp ache dulled. The pain didn’t disappear—but it became bearable. Lighter. Like your memory was a balm his soul had long been searching for. The shadows in his mind seemed less suffocating when you occupied even the smallest corner of his thoughts.

He needed to think about you. He craved it, even just to ease the weight pressing down on his chest and soul, even if only for a fleeting moment.

To say that Jinu was becoming obsessed and growing feelings for someone he barely just met was minimising his experience.

He was completely, irrevocably drawn to you, enchanted by someone whose name he didn’t even know.

A quiet pull, a yearning that made no sense. You were a stranger, yet you felt… familiar. As if he had been waiting for you without realising it.

For days, he’d searched for you in every crowd, scanned every café, every street corner, every room and passing face, clinging to the hope of seeing you again. Hoping to catch even a glimpse. To finally speak to you, to hear your voice, to learn your name.

One evening, beneath the velvet sky over Seoul, Jinu was walking with no real destination—his thoughts torn between his mission to take down the Huntrix and the quiet ache you left behind.

He just wanted to try and clear his head.

A strange pull, soft but certain, tugged at his chest—like invisible threads winding around his heart. He didn’t question it. His feet moved on their own, guided by instinct or fate or something in between, weaving through the city until he stopped in front of a quiet, unassuming building.

And though he didn’t know why… he felt it.

You were near.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ♡໒꒱ * ˚.

The rooftop was cold beneath your legs, the concrete rough against your skin even through your jeans, but the quiet was worth every shiver.

You buried your hands deeper into the warmth of your hoodie and gazed out at Seoul's skyline—thousands of lights flickering like bright stars, glittering like precious gemstones scattered across black velvet. Each flicker felt like a heartbeat, steady and alive.

The wind tugged gently at your hair, carrying with it the distant symphony of the city below: the steady hum of late-night traffic, the occasional wail of a siren, and the soft murmur of life continuing in the streets far beneath you.

But up here, it all felt so far away. Muted. Gentle.

This was your sanctuary, the peace you were always seeking. This place had always been your escape. The one corner of the world where the weight of everything seemed to lift. Where silence wouldn’t feel so lonely, but soothing. Here, the stillness wrapped around you like a familiar friend.

Moments later, you felt him before you heard him.

He didn’t make much noise when he appeared on the rooftop. Just a soft thud of sneakers against concrete and a subtle shift in the air around you, as if the city itself paused to acknowledge his presence.

You didn’t turn to look at him right away.

Your heart was suddenly too loud in your chest, as if it knew something your mind hadn’t caught up to yet. The air felt warmer now, more alive, more… aware. Like the space between you had begun to hum with something delicate and invisible, like the start of a song only the two of you could hear.

You bit your bottom lip, fingers curling tighter into your sleeves. He was close. Not too close—but close enough that you could feel his presence sinking gently into your quiet.

And still… you waited.

Because some part of you was afraid that if you turned around too soon, it might all vanish.

The silence stretched between you like a taut string, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of destiny. Both of you lingered in that suspended moment, neither quite brave enough to break the spell. But curiosity and something deeper, something that felt like fate itself finally won.

You turned your head slowly, your heart hammering against your ribs as you looked up to meet his gaze. And just like in the coffee shop, the world stopped spinning. Time became meaningless. The city’s symphony faded to nothing.

A wave of heat crashed over you as you met his impossibly beautiful eyes, your skin burning with a mixture of shyness and something far more dangerous. You knew what he was—his aura sang with dark energy that made your celestial blood recognize him instantly. Demon. The very beings you’d been warned about since you first unfurled your wings, the creatures your fellow angels had taught you to avoid at all costs.

Yet as you gazed at him, drinking in the sharp angles of his face and the way moonlight caught in his dark hair, you felt nothing but an overwhelming magnetic pull. It didn't matter that you were strangers, his energy called to yours like a missing piece of your soul finally clicking into place. Every instinct screamed that this was dangerous, forbidden, impossible.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care or listen to those instincts.

He was the most breathtakingly beautiful creature you’d ever seen, regardless of what his kind was supposed to represent.

You watched, mesmerised, as a blush crept across his cheeks, the tips of his ears turning an endearing shade of red when your lips curved into a soft smile. For a demon, he seemed almost... Vulnerable.

“Hi.” His voice was barely above a whisper, rough with nervousness. “You're the pretty girl from the coffee shop.”

A sweet, melodious giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it, the sound floating between you like music. Heat spread through your entire body as you ducked your head bashfully, then met his eyes again with a warmth that surprised even you.

“I guess I am,” you murmured before biting your bottom lip as you looked at him.

Jinu slowly moved closer, each step deliberate and careful, as if he were approaching something precious and fragile. But he came to an abrupt halt about two meters away from where you sat, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. He looked like he was wrestling with himself, words dying on his tongue before they could escape.

Your small, encouraging smile seemed to give him the courage he needed.

“Can I...” he started, then stopped, running a hand through his dark hair. “Can I sit next to you?” The question came out rushed, and he looked away for a split second, vulnerability written across his features. “Please?”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise—not at his request, but at how genuinely nervous this demon seemed. After a moment, you composed yourself and offered him the sweetest smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Jinu blinked, clearly not expecting your acceptance. He stood frozen for a heartbeat, looking almost dazed by your response, until your soft giggle broke through his stupor and spurred him into action.

He settled down beside you with careful precision, leaving a respectful distance between your bodies, close enough to feel his warmth, but far enough to maintain propriety. The breath he released was long and relieved, as if he'd been holding it since the moment he’d asked.

Silence enveloped you both again, but this time it felt different. More intimate. More charged. You found yourself acutely aware of his presence beside you. The way he breathed, the subtle cologne that mixed with the night air, the way his fingers drummed silently against his knee.

Your shyness returned with a vengeance, and you found yourself nervously playing with the hem of your hoodie, twisting the soft fabric between your fingers.

You could feel his gaze on you like a physical touch, warm and intent. When you finally gathered the courage to glance at him, you found him already watching you with an expression so tender it made your heart skip.

“I'm sorry,” he said quietly, clearing his throat. “I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It's just...” He paused, seeming to choose his words carefully. “I'd love to know the name of the beautiful girl sitting next to me.”

Heat bloomed across your cheeks like sunrise, and when you turned to face him fully, you caught the way one corner of his mouth lifted in the most endearing half-smile.

As you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself getting lost all over again. They were so dark, so deep—like looking into the night sky and finding entire galaxies hidden within. The longer you stared, the wider his smile grew, until you suddenly realised you were gaping at him like a lovesick fool.

“Sorry,” you whispered, looking away in mortification.

His smile only widened, and he shrugged with easy grace. “Don’t be. I was doing the same thing.”

You cleared your throat, feeling braver. “Only if I can know your name too.”

“Deal,” he laughed, and the sound was like music in the quiet night.

You looked at him with a shy smile as you whispered your name, the syllables feeling precious as they left your lips.

Jinu’s entire expression softened as he received your name like a gift. A soft blush painted his cheeks, and he looked away briefly before meeting your eyes again. “Such a beautiful name,” he murmured, his voice reverent. “My name is Jinu.”

You bit your lip bashfully, your heart fluttering at the way he said it. “Thanks. Jinu... I like that. It suits you.”

“Does it?” he asked, tilting his head with genuine curiosity. “What does it suit me for?”

You considered him for a moment, taking in his gentle demeanor despite his otherworldly beauty. “It sounds... warm. Safe.” You paused, then added more confidently, “Not at all what I expected from a demon.”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise, and he whispered, “How...” before looking away for a brief moment. When he turned back to you, he was trying to maintain a serious expression, but you could see right through it. The way his jaw tensed slightly, the uncertainty flickering in his gaze—he was nervous. Vulnerable. Perhaps even insecure.

“And what did you expect?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Something scarier,” you admitted with a small laugh. “My kind always told me demons were... well, terrifying. But you're...” You trailed off, suddenly shy again, your heart hammering as you prepared to voice what you really thought.

“I'm what?” he prompted gently, as he slightly leaned closer to you.

“Beautiful,” you breathed, the word escaping like a confession. “You're absolutely beautiful.”

He looked away immediately, but not before you caught the way his entire neck flushed red, the color creeping up to the tips of his ears. The sight made you giggle softly, a sound like wind chimes in the night air.

When he turned back to you, you quickly pulled the collar of your hoodie up to cover the lower half of your face, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and a knowing smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

“You said... your kind?” he asked softly, his voice like velvet in the darkness. “What do you mean by that? And how do you know what I am?”

This time it was your turn to smile, though it was hidden behind your makeshift fabric shield. You lowered the hoodie just enough to reveal your grin. “I’m an angel.”

Jinu’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly in shock. Everything suddenly clicked into place. Your otherworldly beauty, the way you seemed to glow even in the moonlight, the inexplicable pull he felt toward you. But he knew, deep in his soul, that it wasn’t just your celestial nature that drew him in. There was something else, something that felt like recognition, like coming home after a lifetime of wandering.

“I know what you are because I can sense it,” you continued, your voice growing more timid. “Angels... we feel these things. Supernatural auras, energy signatures...” You paused, then added quietly, “But that’s not all I feel.”

Jinu’s breath caught. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. “What else do you feel?”

You bit your lip, looking away as your fingers found the sleeves of your hoodie, twisting the fabric nervously. The vulnerability in your next words made his heart race.

“I don't know how to explain it,” you whispered without meeting his eyes. “I just know I'm drawn to you. Like... like gravity. Like I don't have a choice.”

Jinu’s expression softened completely, and he inhaled sharply before shifting closer to you on the concrete ledge. The space between you suddenly felt electric, charged with possibility and danger.

Then he did something that stole your breath entirely.

His fingers, warm and gentle, found your chin and tilted your face toward his. Your eyes widened as you found yourself drowning in his gaze—brown eyes that held galaxies and promises and something that looked dangerously like forever.

“I feel it too, sweet angel,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. His thumb traced the line of your jaw with feather-light touches that made your entire body come alive. “You’re the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The most beautiful thing I never knew I was searching for.”

When his hand finally dropped from your face, you had to bite back a whimper at the loss of contact. The sensation was entirely foreign; this ache, this need, this feeling like you might dissolve if he stopped touching you.

The emotions you were experiencing weren’t the only foreign things you were feeling. Not only did you feel the warmth spreading all over your body, but it also spread between your legs. This was whenever he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing to ever exist.

You barely knew him, and yet every fiber of your being recognised him as if you’d been waiting your entire existence for this moment.

The rational part of your mind knew this was forbidden territory. Angels weren’t supposed to feel anything close to romantic attraction, let alone harbor feelings for demons—the very beings you were created to oppose. This was dangerous, reckless, potentially catastrophic.

But as you sat there in the moonlight, his warmth radiating toward you and his scent filling your senses, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

It felt too right to be wrong. Too perfect to be forbidden.

Too much like destiny to walk away from.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ ✧ ໒꒱ * ˚.

Days melted into weeks, and what had started as stolen moments became a beautiful routine.

Almost every day, you found yourself seeking out Jinu’s presence like a flower turning toward the sun. In the beginning, you’d always meet at your two sacred places-the rooftop where you'd first truly seen each other, or his favorite coffee shop where destiny had first intervened. But as your connection deepened, so did your courage to explore the city together.

Soon you were discovering hidden corners of Seoul side by side. You visited quiet bookshops tucked between bustling streets, met up in late-night convenience stores where you’d share ice cream and whispered confessions, secluded parks where cherry blossoms fell like snow around your intertwined fingers. Each new place became another chapter in your secret and blossoming love story.

It didn’t matter where you met anymore.

Whether it was a crowded subway platform or an empty riverside bench, as long as you were with him, your heart felt complete. His presence had become your home, your sanctuary, your piece of heaven on earth.

The warmth that had bloomed in your chest that first night on the rooftop had never faded.

If anything, it had grown into something magnificent and consuming—spreading through your veins like liquid starlight every time he smiled at you, every time his fingers accidentally brushed yours, every time your phone lit up with his name. Even the simplest text from him could make your entire being vibrate with joy, and the sound of his laughter had become your favorite melody.

You were falling, and you had never felt more alive.

You felt a pang of guilt. Angels weren't supposed to experience such emotions, especially not for a demon. Not for Jinu. Not for anyone at all. Yet, you found it impossible to resist. There was something captivating in the demon’s gaze that drew you in.

Your bright eyes and warm smile radiated friendliness, making you open to everything around you. Each time he playfully flirted, you would turn all flustered, and you would shyly look away.

To say that Jinu was completely and utterly falling for the shy angel would be the understatement of the century.

He reminded himself repeatedly that he shouldn’t let his guard down; his heart was softening for an angel. As a demon, he had spent over 400 years building his walls up. He would often feel like he didn’t deserve anything good to happen to him. Or that he was broken and deserved to live all eternity with this guilt. Yet, every time he gazed at you, those thoughts faded away. There was nothing dark about you. You were pure, far too good for someone as damaged and cursed as him.

Whatever connection you shared, Jinu eventually embraced it wholeheartedly. He enjoyed having you close, relishing the moments of touch, the warmth of hugs, and the intimacy of holding you tight. To him, you were his most cherished treasure.

The care and affection you shared for each other blossomed into something deeper. It blossomed into love for each other. You were in love with each other.

The care and quiet affection you shared slowly blossomed into something deeper—something tender, fierce, and undeniable. It blossomed into love. Real, soul-deep love. You were in love with each other.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * ˚.

You found yourself caught in a reckless fever, heart fluttering like it belonged to Jinu—completely lovestruck.

You never thought you’d feel this way. You never wanted to. You had guarded your heart so carefully, kept the world at a distance to avoid the sting of heartbreak. And yet… here you were, letting someone in. And not just anyone: Jinu. Somehow, impossibly, you had fallen for him. And it wasn’t just a little. You found yourself absolutely and irrevocably charmed by Jinu.

Soft whispers passed between you like secrets shared in a sacred language only the two of you understood. His dark eyes would linger on yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken, each stolen glance building toward something inevitable, something that felt written in the stars themselves—your first kiss.

It happened during one of those perfect spring evenings when the world seemed painted in gold. You were both perched on your beloved rooftop, the same place where you’d first revealed your true selves to each other, watching the sun begin its descent toward the horizon. The air was warm and sweet with the promise of summer, and Seoul spread out below you like a glittering tapestry.

Jinu had been telling you some ridiculous story about his bandmates, his animated gestures and theatrical expressions sending you into fits of laughter that bubbled up from your very soul. Your giggles were infectious, making him laugh even harder until you were both breathless and giddy, sitting close enough that your knees touched and your shoulders bumped with each wave of mirth.

“You’re such an idiot,” you said between breathless giggles, your shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter.

Jinu gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest as if you'd wounded him. “How dare you! I’m a *cute* idiot—you said so yourself not even ten minutes ago.”

“Hmm, I don’t recall saying any such thing,” you replied with theatrical thoughtfulness, tapping your chin while pretending to search your memory. Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you watched his expression shift.

“What?” Jinu’s jaw dropped in genuine shock this time. “Oh, that’s it!”

Before you could react, he lunged forward with his arms outstretched. Both of you were still perched on the rooftop, the beautiful warm evening shining as a beautiful backdrop, but all you could focus on was the playful glint in his eyes as his fingers found your sides.

“No, no, no!” you shrieked, dissolving into uncontrollable laughter as he tickled you mercilessly. You squirmed and wriggled, trying desperately to escape his grasp while gasping for air between giggles. “Stop! Jinu, please! I’m sorry—I was just teasing you!”

“Oh, now you remember?” he said with a mischievous grin, but his fingers finally stilled against your ribs. He huffed out a laugh, unable to keep up his mock-serious expression when faced with your flushed, tear-streaked face from laughing so hard.

“You’re terrible,” you panted, still catching your breath but unable to stop the residual giggles from bubbling up.

“And yet, you’re still here with me on this rooftop,” he pointed out with a smug smile, settling back beside you. The gentle breeze carried the sound of your shared laughter across the warm spring evening.

Jinu couldn’t help but stare at you as you continued to giggle softly, your joy absolutely infectious. The way your nose crinkled when you laughed, how your eyes practically disappeared into crescents—he was completely smitten. In moments like this, with your guard down and pure happiness radiating from every part of you, he felt like the luckiest being alive.

“Your laugh,” he said suddenly, his voice soft with wonder. “It’s like music. I could listen to it forever.”

The sweet confession made you pause mid-giggle, warmth blooming in your chest. Warmth and heat rose in your face as you looked at him. “You’re being cheesy now.”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a boyish grin, “but I’m still a cute idiot, right?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “The cutest,” you conceded, and the way his entire face lit up made your heart do little flips in your chest.

“I knew it!” he exclaimed triumphantly, pumping his fist in the air like he'd just won a great victory.

And there your laughter mingled with his once again, creating a perfect moment that felt like it could last forever.

As your laughter gradually faded into contented sighs, the sun painted the sky in brilliant strokes of amber and rose. You found yourself mesmerised by the beauty of it all— the way the light caught in the windows of distant buildings, how the world seemed to glow with ethereal warmth.

“It’s so beautiful, Jinu,” you breathed in awe, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he murmured, his voice thick with something deeper than admiration. “She’s so beautiful.”

The reverence in his tone made you turn toward him, only to discover that he wasn’t looking at the sunset at all. His eyes were fixed entirely on you, drinking in every detail of your face as if he were trying to memorise you. The golden light cast a warm halo around both of you, making the moment feel almost divine.

Heat bloomed across your skin under his tender gaze, your heart beginning to race as he slowly shifted closer until your shoulders pressed together. The simple contact sent electricity through your entire being. His hands rose to frame your face with infinite gentleness, his thumbs tracing the curve of your cheeks as if you were made of something precious and fragile.

Your breath caught in your throat as his face drew closer to yours, the space between you charged with anticipation and desire. His eyes moved between yours and your lips in a rhythm that made your mouth go dry, made your entire world narrow to this single, perfect moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice full of wonder and affection, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, and then he was leaning down, closing the distance between you.

When his lips finally met yours, it was soft and deep and absolutely perfect-like coming home, like finding the missing piece of your soul, like every romantic story ever told suddenly making sense. The kiss tasted of forever and felt like falling into starlight.

You never wanted this feeling to end.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ ❤︎ ໒꒱ * ˚.

But paradise, as you would learn, was never meant to last.

Ever since that perfect evening when he’d first kissed you under the painted sky, you and Jinu began seeing each other less and less. The change was subtle at first—a cancelled coffee date here, a shortened phone call there—but it grew into something that gnawed at your heart like a persistent ache. You found yourself wondering if you'd done something wrong, if something had fundamentally changed in the way he felt about you.

The questions burned in your throat, but you could never quite voice them. Whenever you gently mentioned that you missed seeing him more often, Jinu would offer the same explanation with apologetic eyes: his busy schedule with the band, upcoming performances, endless rehearsals. You tried desperately to believe him, to convince yourself that it was just temporary, but something deep in your celestial intuition whispered that there was more to his distance than he was letting on.

What you didn’t know was that Jinu’s retreat from you was tearing him apart from the inside. He was acutely aware of every missed date, every shortened conversation, every time he saw your face fall when he made another excuse. But he couldn’t bear to tell you the truth about Gwi-ma’s plan for this world—couldn't bear to see the light in your eyes dim when you learned what he’d done, what he’d abandoned, what he was still bound to do.

The weight of his past felt like chains around his soul. He knew that if you discovered how he’d abandoned his own family, how he’d traded their lives for his freedom from torment, you would never look at him the same way. You were pure light, celestial goodness incarnate, and he was darkness masquerading as something worthy of your love.

He didn't deserve someone as precious as you. So he convinced himself that slowly retreating was an act of mercy, for both of you.

The evening everything changed, began like any other, until it didn't. The moment Jinu betrayed Rumi, revealing her secret in the most humiliating way possible, he felt something inside him shatter. It never felt good to crush someone’s spirit, but Gwi-ma’s hold on him left no room for mercy. This was the price of his freedom from endless torment, someone else’s pain.

Meanwhile, you were going about your evening when you noticed the sky beginning to shift. The usual soft pastels of twilight were giving way to something darker, more ominous—shades of deep pink and crimson that made your angelic senses scream in warning. The skies would never paint themselves in such colors naturally.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you rushed through the crowded streets, following the surge of people all heading toward the massive stadium in the city center. You pushed through the throngs of concertgoers, your celestial instincts telling you that something catastrophic was about to unfold.

When you finally got through the stadium entrance, a song was beginning. The stage blazed with ethereal light as the Saja Boys stood in traditional dark robes, their gat casting shadows over their faces as they harmonized in a way that made your blood run cold. The sound was beautiful and terrifying, demonic in its perfection.

You gasped, pressing yourself against the back wall of the stadium, but you could see and hear everything with crystal clarity. The crowd swayed hypnotically, completely unaware of what was about to happen to them.

They were going to steal their souls.

Tears blurred your vision as you watched, your heart breaking into a thousand pieces. You’d known Jinu was a demon, but you’d hoped—prayed—that he could never be capable of something so monstrous. Yet there he was, his voice weaving the deadly spell that would consume thousands of innocent lives.

You stood frozen in shock throughout their entire performance, your body trembling as the full scope of the horror unfolded before you. When their song ended, another voice rang out near one of the entrances.

Rumi emerged, the crowd parting to make room for her arrival.

You remained paralysed as she and the other huntrix girls began their counter-performance, their voices pure and strong as they fought against the encroaching eternal flame that is Gwi-ma. Demons materialized from the shadows, and the girls cut them down with ruthless precision, their song never faltering even as chaos erupted around them.

Everything raged on until Gwi-ma's voice boomed across the stadium: “Your voices cannot defeat me!” A massive ball of fire erupted from his form, hurtling directly toward Rumi.

As Rumi struggled against the flames, your body moved of its own accord. Light exploded from your skin as you transformed into your true angelic form, wings unfurling as you shot toward the stage like a comet.

But then you saw him—Jinu, throwing himself between the fire and Rumi, sacrificing himself to save her.

“No!” The scream that tore from your throat was raw and desperate. You couldn’t lose him, not like this, not when you haven’t truly expressed how you felt about him.

Moving faster than lightning itself, you channeled every ounce of your celestial power to push back the flames. Tears streamed down your face as the fire finally dissipated, and you immediately wrapped your arms around Jinu's injured form, pouring your healing energy into him until his breathing steadied.

Without hesitation, you took flight, cradling him against your chest as you soared through the night sky. You didn't stop until you reached the balcony of your apartment, a place he’d never seen but that suddenly felt like the only safe haven in the world.

You carried him through the balcony doors into your bedroom, laying him gently on your bed as tears continued to cascade down your cheeks. His face was pale, his body marked with burns and bruises that made your heart clench with pain.

“I’m okay, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but tender as he watched you cry.

But he wasn’t okay, you could see the damage written across his skin. Closing your eyes, you hovered your hands over his injured form, channeling every bit of healing power you possessed. Golden light flowed from your palms as you worked to mend his wounds, to take away his pain and make him whole again.

Jinu gasped softly as your power washed over him, his injuries fading under your celestial touch. When you finally felt him completely healed, when the last of his pain had ebbed away, your angelic form dissolved and you collapsed to the floor beside your bed.

Your cries wouldn’t stop—you were overwhelmed by everything that had happened, by the horror of what you’d witnessed, of what could’ve happened, by the knowledge that the man you loved had been capable of such darkness, and by the terrifying realisation that you’d almost lost him forever.

Jinu sat up on your bed, looking down at you as you fell apart before him. His heart shattered as he witnessed how broken and overwhelmed you looked, how the tears streamed down your face without mercy, as if they’d never stop.

He knew he was the reason for your pain, and the weight of that knowledge crushed him. He desperately wanted to fix it, to make things right. He was grateful that his angel had saved him, but now he needed to save his girl—to save what they had together.

Your cries echoed in the silence even after Jinu climbed down to sit beside you. Gently, he moved to wrap his arms around you, hoping to pull you into his lap, into the safety of his embrace.

You pulled away with a sharp flinch.

The moment you recoiled from his touch, Jinu’s heart plummeted. He watched, helpless, as you retreated further into yourself, building walls between you that felt insurmountable.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you finally whispered through your sobs, your voice raw and broken.

“What do you mean, my angel?” His voice trembled with barely contained fear.

“I can’t have a relationship with you when you keep hiding shit from me.” The words came out harsh, angry. You'd always tried not to curse, but you were beyond caring now. Were you still a real angel? After all, you'd fallen for a demon—a demon who kept secrets and had tried to destroy the world. “I can’t keep going if you’re going to hold me at arm’s length... I just can’t.”

Your sobs intensified as the words poured out. “I can’t be with someone who lies to me, who keeps me in the dark.” You didn’t care how devastated Jinu looked. You needed to release this pain from your heart. “I thought we trusted each other.”

“I do trust you—”

“Do you?” you interrupted, your voice cracking. “Because it doesn’t feel that way to me.” Your words came out in broken fragments between gasps. “Was our connection, our relationship, was any of it real?"

“Of course it was,” Jinu said with fierce conviction. “Everything between us was and is still real.”

“Then why—?” Your voice shattered completely, and you couldn't finish the question as fresh waves of grief overwhelmed you.

Jinu sat in the heavy silence, absorbing every word, every tear, every tremor in your voice. He understood now, you weren't just overwhelmed by recent events. You were drowning in the need for truth, for closeness, for the connection you’d thought you shared.

He’d been terrified to reveal his secrets, his past, deepest fears and feelings. But sitting here, watching you break apart, he realised he was even more terrified of losing you. He would do anything to keep you, to love you, to care for you and receive that same precious gift in return.

For the first time in what felt like hours, he couldn't hear Gwi-ma’s voice. A brief glance outside revealed the Honmoon sealed, its rainbow and golden hues glistening with renewed hope. For the first time in four centuries, he felt like he could truly breathe—like he could finally be himself without the weight of ancient curses crushing down on him.

He was going to tell you everything.

Jinu turned to face you fully, his eyes steady and filled with newfound resolve and understanding. “I’m going to tell you everything,” he promised, his voice thick with determined sincerity. “But first, I need you to know… I want to be here for you. I want to be present because you need me, because I care for you and because you deserve that.” His voice softened then, wrapping around you like a warm blanket and embrace. “I’m sorry I shut you out. It won’t happen again. You’re not alone in this, not in your feelings, not in your pain. I’m here for you. I’ve got you.”

The raw sincerity in his voice made your rigid body begin to soften. You’d been so certain he would retreat again, build those walls higher. But here he was, surprising you in the most beautiful way possible. His care, his presence… It meant everything.

He opened his arms slightly, a patient invitation. No pressure, no demands—just quiet understanding. Through your tears, your vision blurred and uncertain, you could still feel the gentle patience radiating from him with a certain warmth.

Slowly, carefully, you crawled into his lap, melting into him the moment you felt his solid presence. He enveloped you completely, his arms a sanctuary as one hand caressed your hair and the other traced soothing circles on your back. You cried into his chest, finally allowing yourself to be held, to be vulnerable in the safety of his affection.

After what felt like an eternity, your violent sobs gradually softened into gentle, shuddering breaths. You buried your face deeper into the crook of Jinu’s neck, finding solace in his familiar warmth. The demon pressed tender kisses against the crown of your head, each one a silent promise, while his hands continued their soothing caresses along your back and arms.

As your breathing finally steadied, you slowly lifted your head to meet his gaze. Your eyes were still glassy with tears, but there was something else there—patience, understanding, unconditional love. That look gave him the courage he’d been searching for.

With trembling hands still holding you close, Jinu began to unravel the threads of his past. His voice was barely above a whisper as he told you about abandoning his family four centuries ago, how that guilt had become a festering wound that never healed. Gwi-ma had weaponised that shame, using his memories and pain like puppet strings, making him dance to every cruel command. The humiliation, the feeling of worthlessness, it had all been carefully orchestrated.

He explained how he and the other Saja Boys had been molded into a K-pop facade, their true purpose hidden beneath the glittering surface: to hunt down the huntrix, destroy the Honmoon, and plunge the world into darkness. His voice cracked as he admitted the truth he’d been running from telling you.

“But the moment I met you,” he said, his eyes finding yours with desperate honesty, “I knew what I’d been trying to ignore all along. Everything I was doing was wrong. You made me remember who I used to be, who I wanted to be again.”

His breath hitched as he continued, “My shame, my doubt... it made me pull away from you. And Gwi-ma’s voice.. it was always there, whispering poison into my thoughts, making me believe I was nothing. That I didn’t deserve anything good. That I didn’t deserve you.”

As you listened, tears welled up in your eyes anew. You could feel his pain as if it were your own, each word cutting through your heart. The weight of everything he’d carried alone, the fear that had kept him from you, it was almost unbearable to imagine. But through it all, one truth remained crystal clear: you couldn’t stop loving him. Every fiber of your being told you that you were meant to find each other, that your souls were intrinsically connected.

You were soulmates.

You could feel his heart thundering against his chest, could see how his hands trembled as he laid his soul bare before you. Near the end of his confession, you reached for one of his shaking hands, interlacing your fingers with his and squeezing gently—a silent reassurance that you were there, that you weren’t going anywhere.

Jinu’s entire body seemed to melt at your touch, the tension flowing out of him like water. He knew then that he was safe with you, that his greatest fear wouldn’t come true.

As he finished speaking, you shifted in his lap, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close to your body.

“Thank you for sharing everything with me,” you whispered against his ear, your breath warm and comforting. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and Jinu felt warmth spread through every inch of his being.

When you finally pulled back—reluctantly, and only just enough to see his face—your eyes were soft with understanding.

“I wish you had told me sooner,” you whispered with a small, tender smile, “but I’m so grateful you’re sharing everything with me now.” Your hands came up to cup his face, thumbs tracing the sharp lines of his cheekbones. “You’re so beautiful, Jinu. You’re everything and more to me. It doesn't matter that you’re flawed… we all are. You deserve love and peace just as much as anyone else.”

Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears as you gazed at him with such gentleness that it took his breath away.

The tears Jinu had been fighting finally broke free, streaming down his cheeks in silent rivers.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice broken with emotion.

“Yes, you do,” you said with gentle but unwavering firmness. Without hesitation, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a kiss that tasted of tears and promises and new beginnings.

As you started to pull away, Jinu immediately chased your lips, capturing them in a deeper kiss that spoke of desperation and love and gratitude all at once.

“God, I love you so much,” he whispered against your lips when you finally parted, his forehead resting against yours.

Fresh tears sprang to your eyes at his confession, your heart stopping for a moment before racing ahead. “Y-you? You l-love me?” you questioned, disbelief coloring your voice even as hope bloomed in your chest.

“Of course I do,” he said, his expression tender but serious, his eyes never leaving yours. “There's no one in this world—in any world—that I love more than you.”

“I love you too, Jinu,” you hiccuped through your tears, your voice thick with emotion. “So much.”

Without another word, you pulled him down to meet you, sealing your mutual confessions with a kiss that tasted like healing and home.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ♡໒꒱ * ˚.

Throughout the evening, neither of you could stop touching, holding, or kissing each other—like two souls trying to memorize every second. You remained curled up on the floor, nestled in his lap, lips moving languidly together in an unhurried rhythm that spoke of longing and tenderness. Every kiss deepened with time, slow and reverent, before turning more fervent—more hungry—as his hands began to explore your body through the barrier of your clothes.

Jinu kissed you with devotion, like you were something sacred. His fingers traced the curves of your form with awe, his lips pressing gentle, lingering kisses to your skin as though he were trying to worship every inch. You could feel your breath quicken as the heat between you bloomed, your body squirming instinctively in his lap, soft whimpers spilling from your lips.

One of his hands rose to your cheek, tilting your face toward his. You met his gaze, those deep, dark eyes made your whole body flush with warmth. There was so much emotion behind them, so much quiet intensity that it stole the breath from your lungs.

“It’s okay to stare,” he whispered with a teasing softness, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “I’m all yours now.”

His thumb brushed gently along your cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice low and full of adoration.

Without another word, his lips found yours again, this time with less hesitation, more urgency. He kissed you like he needed you, like he couldn’t get close enough. One hand cradled your jaw delicately while his mouth moved against yours, your bottom lip caught between his in a kiss that sent sparks through your spine.

Thoughts scattered in your mind like fallen stars. All that existed was him—his scent, his touch, his breath against your skin.

You pressed yourself closer, arms sliding around his shoulders as you kissed him back with a desperation you didn’t know you had. Jinu’s lips moved to your cheek, then your jaw, and lower still pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to your neck that made you gasp. Your hands tangled in his dark hair, fingertips lightly tugging, wordlessly begging him to keep going.

He lifted your chin, locking eyes with you as his lips claimed yours again, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with intoxicating precision. The air around you shifted, thick with emotion and unspoken want. His arms wrapped fully around you, one hand at your lower back, the other gently holding the curve of your waist.

You didn’t know it was possible to want someone this much.

A moan escaped you as Jinu dropped his head to your neck again, lips brushing against your sensitive skin, planting soft, claiming kisses. Your hands rested against his chest, feeling the heat of his body through his shirt, his steady heartbeat pulsing beneath your palms. You could feel the tension growing between your bodies, the way your hips instinctively shifted, seeking friction and closeness.

“Jinu—” you gasped as his mouth found a sensitive spot, his tongue soothing where he had just marked you.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze heavy with need but still so full of affection. Then he leaned forward and kissed you again, this time slow, deep, and sweet.

“Your lips…” he breathed against your mouth, “they’re heavenly.”

Your mind was a haze, your heart pounding with a wild, dizzy rhythm. You had never felt anything like this before. It wasn’t just desire, it was love, pure and overwhelming. Everything about him, his voice, his touch, the way he held you, made your heart feel like it had found its home.

You let out a quiet whimper, unable to hide how your body ached for him, how your heart already belonged to him. You moved your hips against him instinctively, drawing a low groan from his throat.

His forehead pressed to yours as he caught his breath, brushing a strand of hair from your face before kissing the corner of your mouth.

“God, I need you so bad, baby,” he whispered, voice shaking with want.

Suddenly his hands grasped your hips, halting your movements. You whimpered as he held you back from rutting your clothed pussy against his crotch.

“Are you sure you want this?” He whispered, his voice sounding deeper.

“Y-yes, Jinu. Please.” You begged and shivered in his arms, breathless and trembling, desire pooling deep within you. You had no doubt now, no fear, no second thoughts. He was the only one who could make you feel this way. The only one who could touch your soul like this.

You were simply perfect. In every way. The expression on your face, the sounds you made, and how your body reacted to his touch captivated him. He was so in love with you, deeply enamored with something so pure and innocent, taking his time to corrupt you gently and lovingly.

Jinu gathered you into his arms with ease, holding you close as if you were something fragile and precious. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, your body drawn to his like gravity itself was pulling you together. The sudden loss of friction against your aching center left you whimpering softly, your hips shifting needily, grinding against the hardness beneath his clothes in search of more.

He let out a deep groan, his breath hitching as you moved against him, back and forth, slow and desperate. Even through the layers of fabric, you could feel the way he responded to you, the tension rippling through his body like a tightly wound string ready to snap.

With careful hands, he laid you down onto the soft comfort of your bed, his touch gentle as if he were laying down a treasure. He stepped back for just a moment, eyes drinking in the sight of you—the soft glow of your skin, the way your little white summer dress had ridden up your thighs, the delicate lace of your little thong now on full display. You looked like a dream, ethereal and divine, a vision made just for him.

“Fuck…” he whispered, as his gaze lingered on the way the damp fabric clung to your most sensitive parts. He gently spread your thighs apart, his breath catching at the sight.

“So wet already,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, his voice dark and full of awe.

His fingers reached out, barely brushing the soaked fabric. Even that small touch made you tremble, a soft whimper escaping you as your hips jerked involuntarily toward his hand.

Jinu’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, heavy with heat, but there was something else in them too—something tender, reverent.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” he asked, his voice low and rough, tinged with something deeper. Possessive. Protective.

You shook your head, cheeks burning, unable to speak through the haze of sensation clouding your thoughts.

His thumb pressed on your clothed button, slow and purposeful. You gasped, the pressure sending another wave of warmth flooding through you, your body arching into his hand.

“No?” he asked again, a teasing edge in his voice now, though it remained soft. “No one’s ever made you feel like this?”

You let out a trembling breath, too flustered to meet his eyes. Your hands lifted to hide your face as you mumbled shyly, “No… never.”

Jinu stilled for a moment, the corners of his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. Something in his chest tightened at your answer, part of him had suspected, but hearing the truth made his heart swell. You were untouched, unclaimed. And now, you were here, trembling beneath him, trusting him with something you’d never given anyone else.

He leaned down slowly, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above the lace. You shivered at the contact, your fingers clenching the sheets.

“My sweet little angel,” he whispered against your skin, his voice now filled with something reverent and unshakable. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

He knew then he couldn’t rush this. He didn’t want to. You deserved to be worshipped, cherished—not just touched, but loved. And he wanted to be the one to show you everything, slowly, gently, with infinite patience.

With a breathless smile, he kissed his way up your inner thigh, his hands never leaving your skin. "I’ll take care of you,” he murmured. “I promise. Let me show you what it means to be loved.”

You whimpered softly, your body aching, your core clenching around nothing—yearning, desperate, begging for his touch. For him. The need built like a storm beneath your skin, hot and aching, and only he could calm it.

Jinu shifted, rising slowly as he moved to the foot of the bed. The low light kissed his skin as he shed his partly burned robe and clothes with quiet intention, his eyes never leaving yours. Every motion was unhurried—like he wanted you to feel every second of anticipation.

When he was left in just his dark boxers, your breath caught.

Your eyes were drawn downward—drawn to the thick outline of his cock, straining against the fabric. Your mouth went dry, and then immediately watered with want. Your body reacted instinctively, your thighs squeezing together, your slick heat pulsing with need.

But then, a flicker of nervousness danced in your chest as you looked at him—at all of him.

Your gaze lifted slowly back to his face, the man you loved beyond measure. And there he was, looking at you with a small, knowing smirk that only made the warmth in your cheeks burn hotter.

But then the teasing faded from his expression, replaced with something softer. Something tender.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” he murmured as he began crawling up the bed toward you, his voice laced with warmth and unshakable affection. “I’ll take my time with you. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

His body hovered over yours, strong arms braced on either side of you, surrounding you with warmth and the scent of him. You reached for him instinctively, your hands exploring the planes of his back, the curve of his shoulders, the muscle beneath his skin.

“Jinu… I need you,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your fingers roamed his body.

A deep, guttural groan escaped him, and in the next moment, his mouth was on yours, urgent and burning. He kissed you like a man starved, like he’d been waiting a thousand years just to taste you. You whimpered against his lips as his hands caressed your thighs, slow and reverent, like he was savoring every inch of your skin.

Your mind swam in heat and emotion, lust clouding your thoughts, love tangling itself around every breath you took. You pressed your hips upward, moaning softly into his kiss—hoping, pleading for more.

He pulled back just enough to let out a low, teasing laugh. “Such a needy kitten…”

“Only for you,” you whispered, eyes wide and full of longing as you looked up at him. “Please… touch me.”

He smirked again, his hands continuing to wander over your trembling body. “I am touching you,” he murmured, feigning innocence as his fingers danced along your sides and traced the curve of your waist.

“Jinu,” you whined, voice sweet and desperate as you squirmed beneath him. “Please. I need you…”

His teasing gave way to something deeper, a gaze so full of love and hunger it made your heart stutter. He leaned in, brushing his lips against your temple before whispering, “You’ll have all of me, angel. Every inch. Every heartbeat. I’m yours.”

And the way he looked at you right then—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—told you that he meant every word.

His thumb runs along your lower lip, tracing it slowly, his eyes lost in wonder. You watch him for a moment, the look in his eyes as he stares at his thumb moving on your lip. He’s looking at you like you’re the most extraordinary thing in the world, touching you so tenderly and with such gentleness, and you never want him to stop.

Jinu leans in then, slowly, watching you with intensity while he moves his other hand to come and cup your face. He leans in until his forehead touches yours, and you sigh softly as you enjoy the closeness again. The tip of his nose nuzzles yours, his warm breath kissing your lips, less than a few millimetres away now, and you move your thumb on his cheek, stroking his skin and making his eyes fall close as he lets out a relieved sigh.

Then, at last, he kissed you again.

The moment your lips met, something in you gave way. The kiss grew deeper, more heated with every passing second. Your hands threaded into his hair, fingers curling around the dark strands and tugging just enough to make him groan into your mouth. One of his hands trailed slowly up your thigh, making you tremble with anticipation.

Your whimpers came faster the closer his fingers crept toward where you needed him most. When they reached the band of your delicate thong and tugged, you let out a shaky, mewl.

Jinu couldn’t help himself. His fingers slipped the damp fabric aside, and he groaned low and rough when they met your soaked folds. His long, skilled digits stroked your slit slowly, purposefully, and you couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped you.

“Fuck…” he murmured against your lips, voice hoarse and full of awe. “You’re dripping, baby. All for me?”

You nodded quickly, overwhelmed with heat and need, your voice catching in your throat. “Y-yes… please…”

“What do you need, princess?” he whispered, teasing, even as his breath hitched at the way you writhed beneath him.

“Need more,” you breathed, arching your back and grinding your hips against his fingers, desperate for him to ease the ache inside you.

One of his fingers teased your entrance, rubbing slow circles around your pulsing heat. The slightest pressure from his fingertip had your body clenching, already trying to pull him in.

Your hips bucked as his finger finally slipped inside, and your head fell back with a helpless moan. But just as quickly, he pulled away, leaving you empty—and aching.

Tears welled in your eyes from the sudden loss, frustration bubbling up inside you as he chuckled darkly above you.

“Patience, kitten,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against your cheek.

“Please…” you whimpered, voice soft and pleading. You needed him—his touch, his warmth, him—more than anything.

“For an angel,” he groaned, eyes dark with desire, “you’re so needy. So desperate for me.”

You whimpered again, and his restraint finally snapped.

His hands gripped the hem of your little dress, fingers curling around the fabric as he pulled it up, taking his time. “I love it when you beg,” he whispered. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

He began kissing his way down your body, his mouth worshipping your skin with every pass—trailing heat along your chest, your ribs, your waist. The fabric slowly peeled away from your form, leaving your upper body bare to him. You trembled beneath his gaze, heart pounding as his eyes roamed every inch of you, unable to settle on just one place.

The way Jinu was looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration, had you feeling so alive.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, voice full of something raw and reverent. “So beautiful…”

His hands slid over your hips, pulling you closer as he lowered himself down. His lips met your bare skin again, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to your curves. His fingers traced over your thighs, over the lace of your thong, ghosting across the edges as if memorizing you by touch.

When his mouth returned to yours, the kiss was deeper this time—hungry, passionate, and full of the longing he could no longer hold back. Your hands clutched at him, and you felt yourself slowly, deliciously unraveling.

His fingers traced lightly around the band of your underwear, teasing, tempting, promising. Every movement was slow, deliberate—meant to savor, not to rush. And you wanted nothing more than to let him take his time.

Because this wasn’t just lust. This was love.

And tonight, he was going to show you how both could intertwine.

You don’t know what to do with your hands. They’re trembling so much, and your core is, too, as he begins mouthing along your collarbone with affection.

“You’re so ethereal,” Jinu whispered, voice thick with awe, as his lips traced reverent paths across your exposed skin.

Your bare chests pressed together, skin against skin, heat blooming between your bodies like fire beneath the surface. Your breath hitched as you gazed up at him, your wide eyes locking onto his face while he continued to press slow, damp kisses across your collarbone and shoulders—each one stealing another piece of your breath.

His large hands slid down your sides, resting at the delicate curve where your waist met your hips. He held you there, firm and grounding, as his lips journeyed lower. You trembled when you felt the soft brush of his nose skimming the swell of your breast, his warm breath fanning across sensitive skin. A whimper slipped from your throat, your body responding before your mind could catch up.

Then Jinu stilled.

He leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to the side of your breast—tender, unhurried—before lifting his head to meet your gaze. His forearms rested on either side of you, bracketing your body protectively. Your heart pounded, and he could feel it.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low and careful, the intimacy in his tone wrapping around you like silk.

You nodded, breath shaky, but he didn’t move, not yet.

“I need more than that, angel,” he said gently, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with care. “If we’re going to go any further, I need you to talk to me. I need your voice. Think you can do that for me?”

You stared into his eyes—so dark, so full of love—and something inside you softened. The way he held you, the way he saw you, made the fear melt into warmth. You nodded again, this time with more purpose.

“Sorry,” you whispered, barely audible. “Y-Yes, Jinu… I can do that.”

His expression lit with quiet pride, and his lips curved into a soft smile.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the words sending shivers down your spine. The praise felt like sunlight in your chest.

He pressed another kiss to your chest, then continued lower, letting his lips trail gently through the valley between your breasts. Each kiss was feather-light, full of unspoken devotion. Your hands curled into the sheets beneath you as your eyes fluttered shut, heart racing.

“And if you want me to stop…” His voice was rough now, strained with restraint. “You tell me. Right away. No hesitation, okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed, barely able to form words through the heat pooling low in your belly. “I understand, Jinu.”

His mouth hovered just above your skin, breath hot and heavy. “Good,” he whispered.

He breathes in through his nose as he inhales your scent and you shiver when he exhales warmly through his mouth and onto your nipple. “Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful.”

Then, he wraps his lips around one nipple, teeth just skimming your skin as he sucks and licks with passion.

“Jiiinuuu,” you mewl as you try to grind your hips against something, your cunt seeking friction.

“Good?” he quips back, peering up at you as his mouth curls into a Cheshire Cat smile. You feel your skin flush with heat as you just stare down at him. Lust is written all over your face and he has no trouble reading your expression. So he resumes licking, long, lavishing licks with the flat of his tongue over your pebbled nipple as a hand goes up to squeeze your other breast.

You take it upon yourself to bring the hand that’s squeezing your breast, guiding it down to your heat. As his fingers slip underneath the band of your underwear, down to where you need him the most, his mouth falls open to unleash a loud groan onto your nipple as his fingers slip between your wet lips.

Heat overwhelms you as Jinu litters soft kisses down your chest. Your hands find his head, running your fingers through his dark hair as his mouth continues to wander all over your naked skin.

Jinu’s lips move slowly down your body, kissing every little place he can find on your skin while his hands trace along.

He then leans forward, breathing in your core and running his nose along the patch of dampness. You pull at his hair as he inhales your scent. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he hums as he looks up at you with a dark smile, his hands leave your skin to curl his fingers into the waistband of your panties. “You smell so good. Can’t wait to taste you.”

A shuddering breath leaves your lips as you lift your hips instinctively allowing him to take off your underwear. Once he pushes your legs wide for him, you whimper as the air hits your wet slit. He takes a moment as his eyes take over you, your glistening centre clenching around nothing as he continues to stare at your wet hole.

Jinu licked his lips slowly, his eyes dark and full of reverence as he lowered himself between your thighs. His warm breath danced over your skin before his mouth followed, pressing slow, lingering kisses to the inside of your thighs—licking, sucking, worshipping.

Each touch was purposeful, tender, but it left you trembling. He was so close to where you needed him most, yet still teasingly far away, making the ache within you pulse stronger.

“So pretty…” he murmured against your skin, his voice like velvet.

With gentle hands, he lifted your legs and draped them over his shoulders, positioning you perfectly. Your breath hitched as you watched him settle between your thighs, eyes never leaving yours—dark, intense, and full of want.

You were about to plead, already breathless and aching, when his lips finally brushed against your soaked folds. You gasped, your body jolting as he nuzzled into you, his mouth slowly parting your lips, smearing your slick across his kiss-bruised lips.

Then came the first stroke of his tongue—slow, deliberate, devastating.

You moaned aloud, back arching, hips twitching beneath his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, electric, as his tongue moved expertly, tasting you like he’d waited lifetimes just for this moment. You squirmed at the contact, hands fisting in the sheets, barely able to think through the pleasure building between your legs.

But just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back, and a whimper of protest left your lips.

Only for him to return with his fingers.

His hands were so careful, so steady, as he used one to spread you open, exposing your most sensitive parts to his hungry gaze. He groaned low in his throat at the sight of you—wet, trembling, and completely undone beneath him.

“Look at you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “So wet for me…”

He slid one long, slender finger inside you, and your body reacted instantly, tightening around him, gasping at the sudden fullness. You moaned into the pillow beside you, your hips shifting instinctively toward his touch.

But his voice stopped you.

“Don’t you dare silence yourself,” Jinu growled, the gravel in his tone sending shivers down your spine. “I want to hear every sound you make. Every single one.”

Your answering whimper only seemed to encourage him.

He watched with fascination as your body clenched around his finger, the way your slick walls gripped him tightly—desperate, needy. His jaw tensed, his desire etched into every part of him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes locked on the way your body responded to him. “Such a tight, perfect little pussy…”

He leaned in again, lips brushing the inside of your thigh as he whispered, “Can’t wait to feel this pretty cunt wrapped around my cock.”

Your breath caught at his words, they were vulgar, yes, but said with such raw admiration, such unrestrained desire, that it made your entire body throb in response.

Your little mewls grew louder, rising with the waves of pleasure that began crashing through you. You could barely breathe through it—through him. The way his fingers moved inside you made your mind go blank. They were thicker, longer, stronger than your own—just one of his felt better than anything you’d ever given yourself.

Your body trembled, clenching around his finger with a desperation that only made you ache more. Your hips began to move instinctively, grinding down against his hand, seeking out more of the pressure, more of him. Jinu moaned low in his throat, the sound thick with desire as he watched you come undone beneath him.

His eyes roamed your body hungrily, unable to settle on one place. The way your lashes fluttered, your parted lips, your flustered chest—he wanted to memorize every part of you. You were breathtaking like this. Writhing. Wanting. His.

You were panting now, lost in the haze of pleasure. And then you gasped, his fingers returning, slipping two more inside your heat. The stretch made you whimper, your tight walls fluttering around the sudden fullness. It was overwhelming, but it was perfect.

“Shh… you’re doing so good for me,” he murmured, his voice low and ragged.

He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to the added pressure, curling and spreading his fingers inside you as your body began to rock with his rhythm. Every motion, every delicious drag of his fingers left you gasping, trembling, your hands flying to his hair and gripping tight.

Jinu leaned in then, and your lips found his again. He kissed you hard, pouring every ounce of his desire into the way his mouth moved with yours. You moaned into him, helpless against the tide of pleasure crashing through your body as he swallowed every sound you made, like he needed to feel you, taste you, consume you.

Your hips moved in sync with the push of his fingers, and he curled them just right, just enough to make you see stars behind your fluttering lashes. His tongue slipped between your lips, claiming your mouth with slow, searing intimacy.

“That feels good, doesn’t it, kitten?” he rasped, pulling back just slightly to breathe the words against your lips. His thumb slid up, brushing gently over your clit.

You cried out, your hips jerking beneath him. You nodded, breathless—but he wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Use your words, angel,” he whispered, voice laced with heat and command.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned, hands shaking against his skin. “Please, Jinu—please, it feels… it feels so good.”

A groan vibrated in his chest at your response, and his mouth found your body again—kissing lower, slower, with growing hunger. His lips ghosted over your ribs, your stomach, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

And still, his fingers never stopped.

You whimpered softly, unable to contain the way your body quivered with every motion, your hips twitching as he continued to work you open with aching tenderness.

His mouth reached your hips, and you felt your breath catch in your throat, your body already begging for more—silently, helplessly, reverently. Your hands tangled tighter in his hair as he looked up at you from between your thighs, eyes dark, full of love and hunger all at once.

He hadn’t even taken you yet, and still—You had never felt so desired. So adored. So completely his.

Jinu breathed you in the moment he leaned forward, your scent thick in the air—sweet, intoxicating, entirely you. His lips parted, wetting them slowly, as his eyes lifted to meet yours with a smoldering kind of reverence. And then, without hesitation, his head dipped between your thighs.

His warm tongue dragged a deliberate, aching stripe up your folds—slow and firm, stopping only once he reached your sensitive clit.

“Ah—Jinu!” you gasped, hips jolting clean off the mattress as the sensation surged through you.

A chorus of helpless, breathy sounds escaped you—soft whines and broken moans that spilled freely from your throat. Your hips stuttered beneath him, chasing every flick of his tongue like it was the only thing tethering you to earth.

And Jinu? He just sighed contentedly, like he’d found heaven between your thighs. Like this—you—was all he’d ever need. His hands gripped your hips tenderly but firmly, one holding you down to keep you from writhing too far out of reach, the other still buried between your legs, fingers pumping slowly, expertly, curling upward with each thrust.

Your voice dissolved into fragments of his name, repeated over and over in a dazed, breathless chant. A prayer. Your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatening as the pleasure mounted. His tongue flicked and licked over your clit with unrelenting attention, and all the while, his fingers kept moving inside you, finding that spongy, devastating spot deep within.

The tension in your abdomen grew sharper, tighter, each wave stronger than the last. His lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking gently but purposefully, and that coil inside you twisted nearly painfully with how close you were to coming undone.

“A-ah—too much!” you squeaked, voice strangled and thick with desperation. “T-too—Jinu, I—I can’t—”

“Easy, angel,” he murmured, pausing only long enough to press a soft, soothing kiss to your trembling thigh. His fingers stilled inside you, holding you carefully as he looked up, his expression full of mischief and something achingly tender.

“Jinu… baby,” you mumbled into the pillow, your voice muffled and shaky.

“I know,” he cooed, brushing his hand along your hip. “I’ve got you, my sweet girl. It’s a lot, I know… Can I keep going?”

You nodded faintly, then forced yourself to find your voice. “Y-Yeah. Just—just give me a second…”

He smiled, that warm, knowing kind of smile that made your heart ache. “I’ll wait forever for you.”

But the moment didn’t stretch for long and neither of you wanted it to. The seconds apart felt like hours, a kind of torturous pause, until Jinu finally leaned down again.

This time, his tongue slipped between your folds with renewed tenderness, lapping upward in a slow, deliberate motion until it found your clit again. You sighed—high-pitched, broken—at the exact moment he did, his deep, dreamy exhale warming your skin.

Jinu began to lap at you again, this time more carefully. His fingers moved inside you in a slow, steady rhythm, no longer pushing too hard but coaxing you, gently building you back up with a lover’s patience.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, barely able to hold yourself together. Your trembling fingers tangled in his hair, while your other hand covered your mouth, trying—but failing—to contain your cries.

“Fuck… ahhh… d-daddy…”

Jinu groaned deep against you, the word catching him by surprise—but clearly affecting him. His lips sealed more firmly around your clit, sucking in time with the steady pulse of his fingers.

“Fucking hell,” he growled into your heat, voice ragged and full of awe. “You taste like heaven. You feel so perfect. You’re everything.”

The intensity, the praise, the intimacy, it was all too much, and yet, not nearly enough. With every word and every stroke of his tongue, he wasn’t just making love to your body.

He was worshipping it.

“Jinu, oh my fucking— god,” you cry out loud. He sucks lazily at your clit while he curls his fingers into you. Jinu eventually sucks harder on your clit, still occasionally swirling his tongue around your little bud while moving his fingers inside you a bit faster. You keep chanting his name between moans as you now hold onto his hair with both of your hands.

You gasp loudly as your whole body trembles even more, the hot feeling continues to spread all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving at their own accord against Jinu’s hand and face. Then your body tenses as you come against his mouth. Your whole mind feels like exploding and all you can see is stars. You feel so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and emotions you are experiencing. Your body is still trembling as you feel yourself come down from your high.

“You’re doing so well for me baby,” he says proudly as his fingers slow down, slipping out of you to rub your slit softly, while he continues to lick your clit, still helping you ride out your orgasm.

You are a sputtering mess while he teeters you towards overstimulation.

As you come back to your senses, you feel his fingers slip away from your heat. Your pussy clenches repeatedly around nothing, you feel like a hot storm and you’re sopping wet from the waist down and dripping down the poor sheets, as you whimper helplessly.

You need him so bad. Your pussy continues to pulse, begging to be filled all over again. Begging for his cock.

“Taste so good angel, I could eat this pussy all day.” He said as he licked his lips and fingers.

Jinu slowly made his way back up your trembling body, his warmth following the path of his kisses as he climbed. Every brush of his lips was tender—worshipful—as if he was stitching the pieces of your soul back together with each soft press.

When he reached your face, he didn’t rush. He lingered, planting delicate kisses along your jaw, then your cheeks, before nuzzling his nose against yours with a quiet breath of laughter. You giggled, light and breathless, your heart fluttering in your chest.

His lips touched your forehead next, then your temple, your nose—every inch kissed with love before finally settling on your mouth. He kissed you slowly, smiling against your lips, the both of you laughing quietly between each kiss like two lovers tangled in a dream.

It was sweet. Intimate. A moment you never wanted to end.

He pulls away with a satisfied sigh, he smiles as he reaches to touch the side of your neck, tracing his fingertips up and down.

You sigh as you melt at the feel of his touch and kiss his thumb as it comes to trace across your lips. You wrap your still shaky legs around his hips as you stare into his eyes.

“I need you, Jinu… I’m ready,” you whispered, voice breathless but steady.

His gaze searched your face, his touch soft as ever. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his voice holding the kind of tenderness that made your heart ache.

You nodded with certainty, lifting your hand to gently cup his cheek. “Yes.”

Still, Jinu lingered, his concern for you shining in his eyes. “We can stop at any time, angel. If it becomes too much… you just say the word.”

That sincerity—so deep and unshakable—only made you fall harder.

Your fingers reached up to trace his face, your eyes softening. “I know,” you said with a small, teary smile. “I’m nervous… but I don’t want to stop. Not with you.”

His eyes softened even more, if possible. “Angel,” he murmured, thumb brushing your cheek, “I just want you to feel safe. And I need you to know, if you change your mind at any point—tonight, or ever—I’ll still adore you. Nothing could change that.”

Tears stung your eyes at his words. They felt like a warm blanket wrapped around your entire being. You’d never felt more cherished, more seen, more loved.

There was no one else on this universe you trusted more than Jinu. He wasn’t just a demon. He was your safe place. Your heart.

Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you brought your other hand up to cradle both sides of his face. He leaned into your touch, his deep, brown eyes never leaving yours.

“I want this with you,” you whispered. “I trust you… and I love you with everything I am.”

Jinu’s expression melted, shifting into something so full of awe, so reverent, you swore it reached your soul. He looked at you like you were divine—sacred. As if you were something holy he was afraid to break, but so desperate to hold.

Your cheeks flushed under his gaze, but the warmth it brought made the nerves fade just a little more.

He leaned in slowly, lips brushing yours with such gentleness you could cry. The kiss deepened, soft and full of emotion, as one of his hands cradled your face like you were the most fragile, precious thing in existence. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer until you could feel the full weight of him pressing against your center, straining through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Your breath hitched.

Driven by instinct and longing, your hands slid from his cheeks, down the strong lines of his chest and over the taut muscles of his abdomen. Your fingers trembled slightly as they slipped under the waistband of his boxers. You hesitated only a moment before tugging gently.

Jinu’s breath caught. His gaze locked with yours again, reverent and patient. He leaned back just enough to discard the last barrier between you. The moment stretched, quiet and full of anticipation, as he finally rid himself of his boxers and tossed them aside.

Your eyes widened.

He was beautiful—breathtaking. Long and thick, perfectly shaped, and hard for you. The sight of him sent a wave of heat rolling through your body, tightening deep in your core. The thought of him inside you, filling you, had your thighs trembling.

But the nerves returned, lingering.

Jinu noticed immediately. He always did.

He moved closer, lips brushing over yours again, then your cheek, your jaw. His voice was soft, laced with the gentlest amusement. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours, hm?”

You blinked up at him, flustered. “H-how… how will that fit?” you whispered, cheeks blazing.

He laughed softly—warm and affectionate, no mocking—and your pout only made his smile grow.

“I promise,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “it will fit. I’ll take my time with you, angel. You don’t need to worry.” He kissed you again, slower this time, reassuring, grounding. “We’ll go as slow as you need. I’ve got you.”

And in that moment, wrapped in his voice, his touch, his love—you believed him. You knew he meant every word.

Jinu settled himself between your thighs, his body blanketing yours, the warmth of his skin making your own burn with anticipation. You felt him at your entrance, thick and heavy, teasing the place where your need pulsed strongest. He rested his forehead gently against yours, his eyes searching, asking silently for permission one last time.

You smiled and kissed him, soft and breathless, your hips rising instinctively to meet his. “I love you,” you whispered, voice trembling with affection and desire.

His gaze glowed with a warmth that rivaled the stars. “I love you more,” he murmured, brushing his lips over yours in a kiss so gentle it made your chest ache.

The two of you kiss languidly for a moment, treasuring the heat of each other's bodies as your lips slot together with ease, but soon enough the kisses became deeper, and hands started to grip tighter and legs tangled together.

He held his length in his hands as he kept rubbing the head of his cock from your entrance, up to your clit, circling until you squirmed underneath him, and back down. Jinu loved the sounds you made as he spread his precum around your slit, where you were still dripping for him.

The thought of him finally entering you with his cock made you wetter and turned you even more on. Jinu swallowed your whines with his lips against yours, his hips rolling with yours. He kissed you full with fervour, his grip on you intensifying heatedly.

You were trembling against him, full of anticipation. His body covered your whole body with his. You writhe against him, wishing he was just in you already and filling you up and making you see white.

“I’ll try to go slow, okay, angel?” Your demon lover says before leaning back down to kiss your lips again, he reaches down and grasps himself to line up between your lips and slide. He is rubbing the tip firmly over your slit and your mind is all over the place.

“P-please, Jinu,” you stuttered, your body trembled even more underneath him. “P-put it in, please?”

He rubbed himself up and down your slit for a while longer before he moved his dick teasingly around your core. You arched your back slightly and whined loudly out of frustration.

“Relax sweet girl,” he whispered against your mouth.

You whimpered in anticipation as his forehead touched yours. He nudged the tip of him against your hole, still slick with arousal. Your legs trembled underneath him, a mix of nerves and excitement. Once he notched himself inside of you, a gasp elicited from the both of you.

You knew it was just the tip of him, but you couldn’t help but feel the stretch already. Jinu slid in so slowly it was agonising. He was careful, like he was afraid you might break. You let out a long broken whine as he gradually pushed more of him inside you. He was so big.

You tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly as you whined underneath him. He panted along with you, his warm breath fanning over your face while he kept his forehead pressed against yours. The stretch stung, but his pace kept it bearable. He guided himself a centimetre further, then another, another, until you were digging your nails into his scalp, a gasp spilling from your lips.

His hips stilled instantly once he heard the pained noises falling from your lips. Tears began to prickle at your waterline, a combination of discomfort and the overwhelming feelings coursing through you.

“Doing so good for me baby,” he praised as he peppered your face with soft kisses. “You’re doing amazing.”

“Please,” you whimpered as your eyes fluttered close.

He continued to move almost painfully slow, letting you adjust to every centimetre of him. After a couple of seconds you were able to relax more into it. You whimpered, clutching his shoulders at the stretch, the heat in your abdomen grew as your walls fluttered around him, pleasure beginning to bloom in your stomach.

“Such a good girl,” he grunted softly. You think there isn’t a possibility to get more wet but as he utters those words you feel your heat get even more wet.

Once he bottomed out, a soft gasp slipped past your lips as his tip kissed your cervix. The tears that lingered at your eyes fell freely down your cheeks. You felt so full and relieved as he stilled against you. Your walls involuntarily fluttered around him, getting used to his size. Jinu’s soft lips were on your forehead, leaving soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings and words of encouragement.

You took your time, letting the moment wash over you like a slow, rolling tide. When you finally opened your eyes, blinking through the heady haze, Jinu was already looking down at you, his expression clouded with concern.

“I’m fine,” you whispered between shallow breaths, giving him a small, reassuring nod. “It’s just… a lot.”

And it was. The way he filled you—completely, utterly—made you feel like your body had been waiting for this moment, for him. Like he had been carved by the universe to fit only you. The sensation wasn’t just overwhelming—it was otherworldly. You swore you could see stars behind your eyes, constellations drawn in the shape of his name.

You shifted slightly beneath him, adjusting, and your body instinctively clenched around him. A low groan rumbled from his chest, and you caught the flicker of restraint in his features—the way his brow furrowed, the tension in his jaw. He was holding back for you.

“Jinu,” you breathed, reaching up with a trembling hand to brush the curls from his forehead, your fingers lingering in his hair. “You can move.”

His eyes locked onto yours, and something in him softened. There was devotion there. Worship. Love.

When you gave the slightest tilt of your hips, inviting him in further, his restraint cracked—just a little—and he moaned your name like a prayer. His lips parted as he wet them, and then, slowly, he began to move.

His thrusts were deep, slow, and deliberate—like he wanted you to feel every inch of him, every breath between each connection. He never pulled back too far, never rushed. Just the rhythmic rock of his hips against yours, grounding you both in the moment.

The initial sting began to melt away, like ice thawing under the sun, giving way to something softer… warmer. You sighed, breath catching in your throat as pleasure bloomed gradually inside you, slow and bright. He watched every reaction on your face, his hands holding your hips, his body covering yours with reverent care.

“Jinu,” you whimpered, your fingers curling around the back of his neck.

Slowly, you were getting used to his girth, anticipating it every time he pulled out of you before moving forward again. Your legs were splayed open on either side of his hips as he grind his cock into you. The angle was so good, gradually he picked up his pace, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. As Jinu fucked into you in languid strokes, the sound of slick skin was being heard in the room.

Every time he thrust into you, his pelvic bone dragged along your throbbing clit, making you cry out his name in pure ecstasy.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl,” he whispered against your skin, his voice husky and warm. “Taking me perfectly.”

Soft grunts fell from Jinu’s lips whenever he hit a specific deep spot inside you. You whimpered as his lips moved back up to your lips, enveloping them in a heated kiss. His hand found its way between your bodies to gently circle over your sensitive clit.

At a certain point you felt him slide into a pressure point in your core, coupled with the way his fingers circled your clit, it had you clenching like a vise around his dick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure he was providing you. The whimpers that fell from your lips became higher pitched as he picked up his pace.

“Feeling good kitten?” He moaned, as his lips curled into a soft smile while he couldn’t help but admire the way your face contorted in pure pleasure. Too overwhelmed by the new experience. Filth and praise continued to come out of his mouth as he fucked you. “This pussy was made for me.”

His mouth captured yours in a desperate kiss, swallowing every soft whimper and breathless moan you gave him. The world around you blurred—reduced to nothing but the sound of your mingled breaths and the electricity sparking between your bodies. That familiar tightness coiled low in your belly again, growing tighter with every careful thrust and whispered touch.

Your whimpers, gasps of pleasure and pants increased as ecstasy and warmth overwhelmed your senses.

Jinu’s hands were everywhere, grasping, caressing, exploring as if he still couldn’t believe you were real. His palms skimmed your hips, your waist, your spine like he was trying to memorise every curve, every inch of your warmth.

The rhythm of his body against yours grew more urgent, his movements more focused. He could feel it, that you're on the edge, and he adjusted his hips slightly, searching for the perfect angle that would blow your mind. When he found it, the sound you made had his breath catching in his throat.

Your legs locked around his waist as the wave built, and your arms wrapped tighter around him, trembling from the sheer intensity. Your nails dug gently into his back, and he groaned at the feeling—at the knowledge that you were falling apart for him, and only him.

The pressure in your belly burned white-hot now, every nerve ending lit aflame, every second bringing you closer to unraveling completely beneath him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, cursing under his breath when you purposefully tightened your walls around him. “Bet you’d look even prettier with my cum inside your pussy. All full and messy.”

“Please…” you moaned as you thought about him filling you up. “Please Jinu, baby, fill this pussy up.”

He grunts as he buried his face into your neck as he fucked into you, making the whole bed rattle at his force.

“You want to cum sweetheart?”

You nodded frantically at his words while your eyes fluttered close as you bit your bottom lip harshly. You were bucking up beneath him, nails digging into his skin even more as his hand moved back to your clit as another came to intertwine your hands together, pinning them to the bed. He rubbed your clit with enough pressure to ensure you’d cum around him.

“Cum for me, angel.” Jinu demanded softly.

And when he finally nudged against that spot inside you coupled with his deep voice–your body broke into waves of pleasure, trembling violently as your climax crashed through you like a storm, all heat and chaos and light. His name tore from your lips, wild and raw, before his mouth found yours again—urgent and tender—swallowing every sob, every gasped breath, as if he needed your pleasure like oxygen. Your head lolled back, your back arching violently as you twist and contort in pleasure underneath him.

Jinu groaned in your ear as your walls spasmed and pulsed around his cock, begging him to cum inside, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.

“Fuck,” he moaned, pushing himself up as he thrust deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. “You want me to fill this pussy up? Make it all messy?”

You were still in a daze but you were still able to understand him so you nodded vigorously at his words, whining even more at the sensitivity. Your pussy squeezed around his cock in anticipation. “Please…”

He moved his hips sloppily before he groaned loudly, as he finally came inside you. The warmth of his seed filled you up and spread within your walls. You whimpered at the feel of his cum dripping out of you once he pulled out.

It was a blurry haze when you came back to your senses, your whole body was aching whilst simultaneously feeling the most relaxed you've ever been, equally as exhausted as it was energised, and you didn’t bother trying to question why. Just pure contentment.

Once both of you caught your breaths, Jinu pressed his forehead against yours before kissing you tenderly.

“That was…” He breathed, smiling tiredly at the complete dopey mess he had made of you; hair all over the place and eyes lidded heavily, heated skin glowing and your lips looked swollen from all the kisses you’ve both shared.

“Oh yeah, that was everything.” Your voice came out hoarsed, still recovering from the height and volume it had gone, and you cleared your throat gently before you smiled up at him.

Your skin was damp with sweat, sticking softly to his, but Jinu didn’t seem to care in the slightest. If anything, he only pulled you closer, like the thought of distance between your bodies was unbearable. His hands roamed slowly, reverently—gliding over your sides, your back, your arms—touching you as if he was still in awe, still stunned by how beautiful you looked falling apart beneath him… all because of him.

You looked up at him, completely overwhelmed with love, with wonder, with something impossibly soft blooming in your chest. Both of your hands came up to cup his cheeks, your thumbs brushing gently over his flushed skin. Then you pulled him down into another kiss—slow, warm, and full of emotion. A kiss that said everything you couldn’t quite put into words.

He smiled against your lips before pulling back just enough to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “We have to clean you up,” he mumbled, his voice low and slightly hoarse as his fingers trailed gently down your sides, making you shiver and close your eyes in blissful exhaustion.

“Later,” you murmured with a whine, already sinking into the post-lovemaking haze. “I’m tired.”

Jinu chuckled quietly, the sound low and fond. In one swift movement, he slipped his arms beneath you and lifted you into the air, drawing a surprised yelp from your lips.

“Up you go,” he said, smirking as your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

You opened your mouth to protest—something about being perfectly capable of walking to the bathroom—but the soreness settling into your legs betrayed you. The moment you shifted, a dull ache pulsed through your body, and your words died on your tongue.

He raised a brow knowingly as he looked down at you with amusement. “Thought so,” he said with a wink, holding you like you weighed nothing and walking toward the bathroom with you nestled safely in his arms.

He reached the bathroom and gently set you down on the edge of the bathtub, his hands lingering on your waist as he leaned forward to turn on the water. To your surprise, he grabbed a familiar container and dropped your favourite bath bomb into the filling tub. The fizzy swirl of scent and colour blossomed through the water, and a smile curled on your lips as you watched it bubble. The fact that he knew which one you loved most tugged sweetly at your heart.

Once the bath was warm and the water had risen just enough, Jinu turned off the tap and stepped toward you again. Without a word, he scooped you back up into his arms and carefully lowered you into the tub. You let out a soft sigh as the warmth of the bath enveloped your tired body, relaxing your sore muscles and calming every last nerve.

You leaned your head back, eyes fluttering closed as you soaked in the comfort and tranquility.

“Jinu?” you called softly, hoping he hadn’t left.

“Yes, my princess?” he answered immediately, voice gentle.

Your eyes opened to find him still beside you, sitting at the edge of the tub. You reached toward him with a timid smile. “Can you... please join me?”

Jinu’s lips quirked into a mischievous smile. “Of course, my angel,” he said as he rose to his feet.

You scooted toward the center of the tub, making room for him behind you. He stepped in carefully, the water rippling with each motion, and then slid in beside you. Almost instantly, his arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you back into his chest.

You sighed contentedly, melting against him as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered near your ear, pressing a trail of featherlight kisses along your neck. His voice was low and sincere, like a sacred vow only meant for you.

A soft, blissful smile played on your lips. You shifted slightly, snuggling even closer to him in the warm water, letting your bare bodies press together under the bubbles. Your legs tangled effortlessly with his, and for a moment the world faded away, leaving only his breath, his warmth, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

And that was how the rest of the night passed—wrapped up in each other, in soft touches and lazy kisses, the quiet intimacy of shared space and tender silence. In his embrace, you felt safe, adored, and deeply, utterly at home.

Jinu caught your heart, so effortlessly, as if it had always belonged to him. Promising to hold onto it forever.

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