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Desire Me, Damn Me [final]

KPOP Demon Hunters!AU | Jinu x Hunter!Reader

genre: smut, lil comedy, e2l

rating: explicit

description: You’d be damned if you owed that demon a favor. When he asks to meet, you make a salacious deal in exchange for his continued silence. You tell yourself it’s just business, but your denial gives way to a burning desire that makes you question your existence, your purpose, and worse… your heart.

word count: 9.8k

warnings: cussing, kissing, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, lots of orgasm edging, virgin!OC, sneaky sex, belly bulge (he’s hung in his demon form okay), it’s vanilla at first → rough sex, balcony sex, claws, long demon tongue, breast play, little blood, unprotected sex, creampies, overstimulation, sprinkles of comedy

a/n: Think of the reader as Rumi! I also incorporated dialogue from the movie into this, so *spoilers* if you haven’t seen it (the film is incredible, so please watch it). The Saja Boys refused to take my soul until I finished, whomp whomp. I struggled with the smut scenes, so please let me know if you enjoyed them! I love fangirling together. Hehe. I ADORE comments and read every single one, too.

“Teddy bears and choo-choo trains? Really?”

Unbelievable. You’re on your knees on a rooftop of all places, trying to provide him a service, and all he can focus on are your pajama bottoms?

You look up at him with your mouth agape, stunned to silence. He closes his fist like he’ll pump it, but his voice suddenly drops to a whisper.

“Choo-choo…” he breathes, moving his fist slowly up and down.

Your confusion twists into a menacing scowl. As you extend your wrist, your hunter’s sword is summoned from an intricate swirl of neon blue and violet light beams. Once it materializes, you thrust it upwards with an aggressive grunt.

“Whoa!” the demon yelps as he dodges in the nick of time.

You stand up and lash out, swinging the blade in unpredictable arcs. Yet he evades each attack with infuriating precision, as if it were a dance.

“I could’ve told your friends what you are,” he reminds you as you slam your sword in a vertical slash. Unfortunately, he’s already vanished, disappearing into a swirl of magenta mist.

You turn around, scanning the rooftop in its entirety for him. Its four ridges form a square perimeter, rising sharply and dipping inward to a hollow courtyard. The ridge he stands on is directly opposite yours—a narrow spine of curved, blue tiles, providing just enough distance between you to make an attack impossible.

“But I didn’t, did I?” he continues, his voice cutting through the silence. “Because they don’t know.”

A low growl bubbles in your throat, but you swallow it, opting for revulsion. “And I intend to keep it that way. Even if it means making a deal with someone like you.”

He paces along the ridge, arms loose by his sides. You match his steps, walking in tandem, balanced upon the narrow spine of the roofline.

“Someone like me?” he replies, a sharp edge in his words. “We’re the same. You’re a demon girl. A hunter. Hiding, walking around free in the human world.”

“Just hunter,” you correct, “not demon.”

He stops walking, looking back over the ridge. “Then how’d you get the patterns?”

Demons bear intricate marks across their skin—violet “patterns.” Did he expect you to dump your life story about how your mother was a hunter and your father was a demon?

You halt your steps, feeling your chest tighten. “That’s none of your business.”

His eyes soften, like he’s pitying you. It fuels your anger further. “I know what it feels like to have them.”

“Feel?” you spat. “You’re a demon. Demons don’t feel anything.”

He gives you an incredulous glare at the assumption. “Is that what you think? That’s all demons do. Feel our shame, our misery.” His wallowing in self-pity is brief, and a smirk soon breaks through, erasing his previous vulnerability. “Our… lust.”

You tighten your grip on the blade. “Don’t misunderstand. This is simply a business meeting, not lust.”

“Oh? You could’ve offered me anything for keeping your secret,” he says with a teasing lilt. “Yet the first thing that you came up with was giving me a blowjob.”

You roll your eyes. “To get ahead is to give head, or whatever the saying is.”

He brings his hands together in a slow, deliberate applause. Though surprise glints in his eyes, he doesn’t flinch. “Wow… in all my 400 years of living, I’ve never heard such a saying. You’re horny.”

Words catch in your throat as you rack your brain to formulate a proper comeback.

“No! I wasn’t thinking! Besides, you accepted the offer!”

He arches a brow. “Because you told me to shut up and take my pants off. Was I not supposed to obey?”

“You can forget about it now,” you huff.

He shrugs, kicking at some loose debris on the shingles. “That’s fine with me. You’re not my type anyway.”

“What?! I’m everyone’s type!”

“So you offer this… salacious little deal to just anyone?” His low chuckle makes every nerve in your body ignite. You stiffen your stance, clutching the blade handle like your life depends on it, while he strolls across the ridge. The distance between your bodies closes until your sword rests against his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

He leans in just enough for the blade to kiss the fabric of his hoodie.

“Do it.”

He’s bluffing, right? Your brain screams to go through with it, but your heart falters like it knows you’d be making a mistake.

“I came here to talk about your patterns,” he says, voice dropping an octave lower. “But maybe I had other reasons too.”

“Like what?”

He tilts his head slightly, and a wide grin forms. “Maybe I’m just as horny as you.”

You press harder until the blade punctures the fabric—a warning. “Shut up.”

“It’s okay, you know. If you desire me the same way I desire you.”

“Who says I do?” Jinu steps forward again, causing the sword to draw a faint line of crimson. The puncture is not deep enough to cripple—his reaction lacking—but enough to freak you out. “What are you doing?! Get back!”

He extends his hand toward you, brushing the tips of his fingers against your collarbone. Your demon patterns flare to life, the neon purple glow unmistakable beneath your skin.

“Yours are a reminder too,” he murmurs. “A shame of your own. A shame you can never escape…”

Shame. Shame for not being fully human nor demon—a cursed feeling that’s burdened you your entire life. But the current shame you’re feeling is different. Invasive. Like a disease that’s been plaguing you since the day you crossed paths, and he had bumped into you.

Back then, he hadn’t even offered a helping hand when you fell. Now that same hand is cradling your face like it’s fragile enough to shatter. He leans in closer, pupils dilating, and the sword draws more blood. It’s unsettling how he doesn’t flinch.

“Jinu…”

“If you want to repay me for keeping your secret,” he whispers, brushing a thumb across your cheek, “then give me your desire.”

You want to hit him. Hell, you’re already stabbing him. It’d be over in a second—the tension, the temptation, the madness. But when you glance down and see crimson drip along the steel, a silent alarm goes off in your head.

And against everything you believe in… you kiss him.

The intention is to save him. At least that’s what you tell yourself, but deep down you know better. Shame coils tighter around your ribs, yet you feel lighter. Freer.

His eyes widen in surprise, then soften as his body relaxes, savoring the moment. Neither of you moves, not really. The kiss—if you can even call it that—feels too pure for what you are. What you both are.

That’s when you suddenly pull away. It’s like you’ve been plunged into ice-cold water, effectively shocking you awake to your treacherous actions.

“No, this is wrong.” You don’t look at him directly, as if you’re trying to convince yourself more than him.

“Why?”

Is this what your mother went through? Did she bury her desires for your father until it twisted into something unbearable?

“We can’t be together. It’s forbidden. I’ve sinned.”

His gaze never wavers; it’s warm and dangerously loving. “I love your sins.”

“You’d be the only one. You crazy—“

He inches forward again, chasing your lips, and you feel the sword impale him deeper in the chest. Your instinct is to yank it out, but he clutches your wrist to keep you still.

“J-Jinu!”

You freeze. His lips press against yours once more. Jinu’s eyes are closed; yours are open wide like you’re in a horror movie. Your hands tremble in his, but he moves his lips as a gentle reminder that this is real. That he’s not afraid.

You give in. Just for a moment, you pretend like he’s not your enemy. Your eyes flutter shut, and he tilts his head to find the best angle. It feels more natural this time.

A demon like him doesn’t deserve to live. It’s obvious. So why is it that, when he deepens the kiss, you’ve never felt more alive?

It’s your blade’s noisy hum that snaps you back to reality. All your ancestors who wielded it before you must be rolling over in their graves, sending you a distress call to wake up.

You have to push him off.

The blade tears away from his body with a sickening squelch. He stumbles back, clutching his chest with a wince. And like magic, you see his wounds seal themselves up gradually as if they were never there. He chuckles when your ogling eyes linger a second too long on his body. The torn fabric had revealed the sharp lines of his toned abdomen and his beautiful skin.

“Get away from me,” you say, voice shaking.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he says in a gentle tone, like you’re some kitten who will run away if spooked.

“I’m not ashamed.”

He holds his arms up in surrender and backs away a few steps when you raise your weapon once more.

“Denial. I get it. I was once there too. I’ll be here when you’re done pretending.”

“There won’t be a next time!” you yell, slashing the blade in another vertical strike.

But there’s no body to strike. The only thing left of him is magenta mist, and you shout in frustration to the cold night sky.

Trying not to think about Jinu is impossible. It doesn’t matter if you drown yourself in long rehearsals or endless ramen/kimbap breaks.

Zoey, your energetic and ever-passionate bandmate, keeps dragging you back into it with her endless pages of song lyrics dedicated to taking down the Saja Boys. However, something about them left you feeling icky inside.

There was so much hate. Too much. The lyrics bleed with venom for all demons, saying all they deserve is an eternity of misery. You can’t ignore the sinking feeling in your chest that something was wrong.

Then came the joint fansigning. The Saja Boys’ popularity had skyrocketed, so instead of losing half your fanbase, you came up with the brilliant idea to have the boys sit with your group.

Of course, he ends up next to you.

“Should I tell them?” he murmurs under his breath, the teasing lilt back in his voice.

“No,” you snap through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna tell them. Eventually.”

Your forced proximity doesn’t go unnoticed. One fan gets excited and shows off her shirt, and you don’t know what’s worse: the bold letters declaring your unofficial ship name or the cartoonish drawing of you on Jinu’s back.

To top it off, she gave him angel wings.

Angel wings.

You put on your best camera-ready smile and autograph more posters like there isn’t bile bubbling in your throat.

“I’m not gonna talk to someone who’s helping Gwima,” you say in a hushed whisper.

“I’m helping myself,” Jinu whispers back. “Look. If I help him, he’s promised to erase my memories. And those voices in my head will be gone.”

You’re unsure exactly what kind of voices Gwima’s been torturing him with, but you don’t care enough to inquire further.

“Pathetic,” you sneer.

“I’m pathetic?”

He leans in too close for comfort, whispering a soft taunt, “You can’t even talk about your patterns.”

The way his voice gets underneath your skin makes you want to punch his face, but you stomp his foot under the signing table instead. Can’t let the fans see you lose your cool after all.

“Ahh!” he moans, biting back the urge to scream.

“You want me to talk about my patterns? I hate them. Just like how I hate demons. How I hate Gwima,” you hiss.

You don’t miss how his eyes grow dim. You meant every word, but didn’t consider them affecting him.

“Do you hate me?”

His words hang in the air, but not a peep comes out of you. That question is charged, dangerous, and you know whatever answer you gave would damn you both.

Fortunately, a little girl comes up to the table with a picture she drew for Jinu. You stand up and start applauding.

“Woo! Jinu, everybody!” you exclaim.

Saved.

You toss and turn for the sixth time tonight. Your body feels drained, but your brain is buzzing as if hooked on caffeine. With a frustrated sigh, you flop onto your back and stare at the ceiling.

“Do you hate me?”

That question loops in your head. Hate Jinu? That would be hypocritical. Biologically speaking, you shouldn’t even exist. From the very beginning, you were and still are a mistake.

It isn’t Jinu you hate. It’s yourself. Having to hide your patterns, your identity—it was suffocating you. Even your voice, your greatest weapon, is failing you now. You can’t sing anymore. Every high note is strained, like your vocal cords are being sandpapered.

And Jinu? He doesn’t hide anything. Not his nature. Not his hunger. Not even his desire.

You envy that kind of freedom. Being wanted felt good. Addictive, even. You just wanted to be free of expectations, even for one night.

Rising from your bed, you peer down at your uninvited guests sprawled out on the floor. One perks up as soon as you stand, accidentally knocking your waste bin with a flick of its oversized paw. It tries to fix it, but its paws are far too clumsy to steady it properly. You giggle and kneel down, setting the bin upright.

“It’s okay, Derpy.”

That’s Jinu’s tiger—the one he sent to deliver his first letter leading to your first private encounter. Ever since then, the creature’s been attached to you. It’s always accompanied by its magpie buddy, an odd bird with six yellow eyes and a tiny black hat. You don’t know why he has the hat, but it brings a smile to your face anyway.

This time, it’s your turn, and you slip a letter into Derpy’s mouth. A bright blue portal blooms beneath its paws, and the animal duo sinks into the floor. They’re immediately teleported to the demon world, where human souls soar through the magenta sky like comets, leaving behind a trail of blue as they enter Gwima.

Jinu watches them from below, his eyes crestfallen, but he perks up once he sees the invitation in Derpy’s mouth.

He doesn’t hesitate. The moment he reads your letter, he heads straight to the destination mentioned. Now he’s leaning against the stone wall, eyes scanning the horizon while he waits.

“She wants to meet, and she’s late?” he mutters, annoyed.

You land onto the wall’s upper ledge, landing in a low crouch like Spider-Man. A mischievous grin is plastered on your face. It doesn’t take long for him to notice your presence, and his reaction is pure gold.

“AHH!” He clutches his heart, chest heaving like he’s about to pass out. “You made me come all this way out here just to jumpscare me?”

You jump down beside him. “Follow me.”

He obliges and walks with you. “Well, I’m glad you’re finally ready to talk. Although you could’ve picked somewhere nicer for a date.”

“Ew!” You stop dead in your tracks. “What are you talking about?!”

Jinu casually holds up the card, pinched between his forefinger and middle finger. The bold white font clearly states: SAVE THE DATE.

“That doesn’t mean—ugh…” You sigh. Why did the last card from your stationery hoard have to say that? “You’re so old. This is strictly a business meeting.”

He holds both hands up in surrender. “Okay. Loud and clear.”

As you walk side by side, you explain to Jinu that there’s another way he can earn his freedom. If Huntrix wins the Idol Awards, then the Honmoon will be sealed. He won’t have to deal with hearing those voices anymore.

“What makes you think the Honmoon can save a guy like me?”

You glance up at him. “Because if there’s no hope for you, what hope is there for me? You tried to help your family and made a mistake… but I am a mistake.”

With that, you leap high into the air onto the familiar roof. It’s the same one where you were truly alone with Jinu. He follows suit, landing behind you with a grunt and a half-panicked yelp from almost slipping.

“Whoa—!”

You don’t have it in you to laugh.

“I’ve been a mistake since the moment I was born.” You spin around slowly to face him, your eyes hollow. “So what’s one more mistake, hmm? Drop your pants.”

Jinu blinks. “What?”

You’re already putting your hair up with the emergency scrunchie on your wrist like you’re about to go to war. He swallows hard, trying not to stare, trying even harder to ignore how tight his pants have suddenly gotten.

“Did you not hear what I said? Take your pants off.”

“Okay, I’m getting a sense of déjà vu here…” he says, backing away slowly. He stops just short of the slope’s edge. “I know I’m a demon, but don’t you think it’s cliche to assume all we care about is sex?”

“I told you this was a business meeting. You make sure the Saja Boys lose, and I’ll give you this in return.”

You get down on your knees, straddling one leg on each side of the curved spine of the roofline. It’s far from comfortable, but your muscles are strong enough to hold you up well. To your surprise, Jinu lowers himself too.

“Jinu, what are you—”

He grabs your chin and lifts it gently, his fingers warm to the touch. His gaze pierces you, like he sees something beneath your calm facade. It makes your face heat up.

“Why must everything be a transaction with you? You don’t have to go through such means to get what you want.”

Behind his gaze, there’s a hint of melancholy. Beyond his voice is a quiet sadness.

“No… that’s not it.”

“Then explain so I can understand.” He releases you. “Are you… okay?”

Shit. You hate how he sees right through you. “I just feel like I’m spiraling out of control. I’m a mistake, chained by my past. And doing things like this gives me a sense of control back.”

He gives a thoughtful hum and says, “I would think it feels degrading.”

“No. It’s the opposite for me.”

“I see.” He slowly stands up, casting a shadow over your seated position. The moonlight hits him at the perfect angle, illuminating his sharp features. “Then I relinquish control over to you for the night.”

You look up at him through your lashes, the confusion in your slow blinks adorable.

He smirks, arms crossed over his chest. “What? Aren’t you going to take control like you wanted?”

You give him a pointed look.

“Take your pants off.” The navy blue joggers he has on are easy to slip off in one quick motion. “Boxers,” you add.

He slides them off rather quickly. You did little to hide your gasp when his cock springs out, an impressive size even when semi-erect. He chuckles, a proud Cheshire grin across his face.

“You should see it when I’m in my true form,” he boasts, puffing his chest out slightly. “In my human form, it’s a more manageable size.”

“Manageable?!” you exclaim.

“What? The average human’s penis is—“

“Not what you’re packing…” You gulp. “But doable…”

When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, his body tenses as shivers crawl up his spine. You stroke it from tip to base, and his breath hitches. A few pumps are all it takes for him to get fully hard. This pleases you.

His cock is hot against your skin, pulsating with need. Its velvet skin has a prominent vein running down the middle that makes you salivate. Its slight left curve leaves you fantasizing how it’d hit all your sweet spots if given the opportunity.

“That feels good…” he says, taking in a sharp breath. You stop your actions but grip him tighter, causing his body to jolt slightly. He spots the mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“Hands behind your back.”

Jinu cocks his head with a sly grin, lacing his hands behind his back like he’s done nothing wrong.

“Good boy,” you praise. Blood rushes to Jinu’s cheeks before he realizes how hot his body has become from the way the words roll off your tongue.

You trail soft, deliberate kisses up his thigh, each one slower than the last. When you reach the innermost part, the final kiss is a teasing bite. He bites his lips to refrain from groaning, and you resume stroking him to distract him from the lingering sting.

It works like a charm because your hand is unbelievably soft, a stark contrast to his calloused ones. He feels spoiled, especially when you spit into your hand. The extra lubrication increases his pleasure tenfold, and your steady rhythm makes his knees buckle.

“Look at me,” you demand.

He does, and your glare is so sharp that it’s like you dare him to come. His body involuntarily shakes, his pants gradually growing louder, and he’s unable to control himself. So depraved. So desperate.

You stop again and he whines. It’s adorable, so you press a chaste kiss on his tip to placate him.

“Keep going…” he says, voice raspy.

“Careful now,” you warn. He watches as you lightly run your teeth across his tip. It’s a reminder that you’re in control of the situation. That his cock is at your mercy and he’s in a vulnerable position, not an enjoyable one. It’s incredibly arousing.

“Please…”

You decide to reward him for his good manners. When your lips wrap around his cock, he can’t help but buck his hips. It makes you gag, but you recover quickly, shooting him a sharp glare that says: Don’t do that again.

He nods and watches you sink down halfway when your gag reflex betrays you again. Rather than pulling out, you stay there and control your breathing until you’ve adjusted to his size. Your eyebrows draw together, determined, like this is a challenge you refuse to lose just before you take him fully.

Once your nose lightly taps his pelvic area, your jaw relaxes and the two of you groan simultaneously. Your mouth is soft, warm, and everything is slick from your saliva. Jinu savors the feeling while throwing his head back. More saliva gathers in your mouth as you work him up and down, remembering to swirl your tongue around his thick cock every few seconds.

“Fuck…” he breathes.

You say the same thing in your head. His voice had always been hypnotic—that low ASMR kind that lingered in your bones. So his moans? Absolutely sinful.

Your throat burns from the harsh pace, but you refuse to slow down. Killing a demon is easy. But pleasuring a demon? That’s what true power is. A sense of control that you desperately craved.

When he looks down, the sight that welcomes him is hot as fuck. You’re fluttering your eyelashes like you’re so innocent, as if there isn’t a massive cock shoved in your mouth. How can he not come?

“Ah, ah, ah,” you say, wagging your index finger side to side. “No touching.”

Jinu doesn’t even register that he broke your rule and had placed a hand on your head. He’s cursing himself for his greed, but he was so close to his high.

Though his tone is playful, his scowl says otherwise. “Is this amusing for you? Edging me?”

Your eyes crinkle from smiling too hard. “Could be worse. I could kill you instead.”

“Maybe I’d prefer that.” You clutch his balls in a tight hold, the pressure hard enough to rip a choked gasp from him.

“Is that so?” you question, the glare in your eyes cold enough to freeze Hell over. Standing up, you extend your wrist and manifest your Hunter’s blade. Before he can figure out your intentions, you lunge at him, and he stumbles.

The two of you tumble down the roof’s slope, and at the last second, Jinu uses his claws to grip the tiles and successfully slows you down. The friction jolts through both your bodies, but it’s enough to prevent a disastrous fall.

His head hangs above the edge, and you straddle him, pressing the blade tight against his throat. He resists and pushes back.

“Oh, you’re strong…” he coos, his smile wide enough to flash his sharp canines.

“Still think you’d prefer dying?”

“If you keep looking at me like that, I don’t care how I die. By coming, by your sword… as long as you’re the one touching me.”

You don’t know why those words sound sickenly sweet, but they make you falter. Before he can see cracks forming in your walls, you kiss him. The blade between your bodies dissipates, much like your resistance.

Jinu seizes that opportunity to flip you over, and you’re suddenly on your back, breathless with surprise. His hand glides slowly up your arm, fingers tracing the purple cracks etched in your skin. You feel him interweave his fingers with your own.

Then he leans in and kisses you.

It’s more tender, deeper than the last. As if time has stopped, and you two are the only ones left on Earth. Once he pulls away, your lips are swollen, and you’re both panting.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a mistake,” he says.

You don’t know what to say. You can’t say anything.

So you do what you do best and push him away.

The Idol Awards are tomorrow.

Now wasn’t the time to freeze, but you couldn’t go through with it. Performing “Takedown” (quite on the nose) didn’t feel like your most authentic self. Each lyric poked your conscience, and you told your teammates about your doubts. The lyrics didn’t feel right.

Mira reminded you that it’s too late to change the song. Paired with her nasty side-eye, the frustration was loud. Zoey tried to revise the lyrics, but to no avail. She was one second away from a total meltdown, chucking her songbook in a huff.

Then everything fell apart when a sudden tear in the Honmoon formed. A surge of demons flooded the subway station, and you froze. Again. Mira and Zoey had to jump in to save you, but by then it didn’t matter. The passengers on the subway were gone. Every last one of them.

The silence afterward was deafening. You felt the distance growing between you and your team.

“Trust me, I’m gonna make sure we win.”

And you meant it. You may have lost this battle, but you’ll win the war when you all perform at the Idol Awards. You have to. Because if this plan with Jinu didn’t work… then betraying everything you believed in would have been for nothing.

Later that night, you step out of the bathroom, pulling the scrunchie from your hair and letting it fall loose around your shoulders. Once you settle on your bed, a familiar, muffled voice captures your attention.

“Cherries. They’re cute.”

Your head whips to your balcony. Behind the glass stands Jinu, pointing downward. You follow his gaze to your pajama pants, printed with little red cherries. You leap to your feet and rush to the sliding door, yanking it open.

“What are you doing here?!” You place both hands on your head, seconds from ripping your hair out. “If Zoey or Mira—or my god, Bobby—sees you, it’ll be catastrophic and—”

You stop mid-sentence.

The golden light from your lamp casts a soft glow over him, but Jinu looks anything but radiant. He stands there like a statue and something’s off. His eyes are distant. Hollow. Wrecked.

“Are you… okay?” you ask, voice soft. A small, bitter chuckle escapes him, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. When you caress his face, he finally lifts his gaze to meet yours. He leans into your palm like he’s starved for warmth, closing his eyes to savor the moment.

“I’m hopeless,” he whispers. His hand comes up, covering yours. “I want to believe in your crazy plan, but I don't think I'm the one to help you.”

“Jinu… you’ve already helped me so much.” He opens his eyes, the hopelessness in them replaced by genuine curiosity. “Since I've met you, and the more I talk to you, I don't understand it, but somehow, my voice has healed.”

He gently squeezes your hand. “And I don’t hear his voice when I’m with you.”

“His voice?” you ask, concern coating your words. “Did Gwima hurt you?”

He sees your other hand ball into a fist, your whole stance shifting slightly like you’re ready to fight. The anger in your eyes burns hotter than his ever did.

You wait for an answer, but his face is unreadable. He just watches you.

No makeup. Comfy clothes. Hair down for the first time around him.

You’ve never looked more radiant.

“You should let your hair down sometimes, [Y/N],” he finally says.

You pull your hand back and run your fingers through your hair, face flushed.

“It gets hot,” you mumble. Your voice cracks slightly, and for some reason, that makes Jinu laugh. A real laugh.

“Well, you’re hot,” he says after his laughter subsides. Your eyes widen, and his face mirrors yours. He cringes at his own words. “Okay, that was worse than having Gwima’s voice in my ear.”

A beat of silence. He clears his throat.

“I should go… um… bye.”

He’s quick, but you’re faster as your hand latches onto his wrist. He glances back, startled, only to see you giggling. The sound is genuine, light. You even snort a little. He’s completely undone by it.

“Don’t leave yet,” you say. “Maybe for one night… we can be free.”

“Free of what?”

You shrug. “Expectations? Shame? Guilt? For four hundred years, you’ve been under Gwima’s thumb, yet you still hold onto hope for freedom. I… admire that about you.”

“Really?” he says, turning to face you fully. He lifts both hands and gently cups your face, looking at you like you’re the only thing that anchors him to this world. “Is this a compliment or… a negotiation. Another business meeting?”

You don’t know what to say. Yes, no, maybe so? The line between deal and desire has been blurred long ago.

“I told you… You don’t have to go through such means to get what you want.” He’s closer now, where you can feel his hot breath on your face.

“What about you? You’re the one who came here first.”

“Because I didn’t know where else to go.”

The silence hangs in the air, but it isn’t awkward. It’s charged, full of unspoken desires and tension that would drive one mad. He’s the first to break the silence, releasing you and stepping back to give you one last chance to deny him.

“I know I’m no good.” He’s not. Demons are never good, yet why do you want to tell him he’s good for you? Why is it so easy with him? “My soul is already damned, so if being with you is a sin, what’s one more?”

He swallows hard. “I can’t escape you.”

You say nothing.

He tightens his fists.

“Please say something.”

“I’m supposed to be your opposition, your obstacle. But the more I deny the truth, the worse it gets. And that involves you, Jinu…” He watches as you close the distance. “I can’t escape you either…”

“Does that mean…”

“If this is the sin that damns me, then let my soul belong to no one else… but you.”

He no longer hesitates. His lips crash into yours, both hands cradling your face like you’re precious. The kiss is a tad clumsy from his eagerness—your noses bumping—but endearing nonetheless. Once you both find your natural rhythm, he gently slides his tongue against yours. A low moan escapes him and fuck, it’s unbelievably sexy.

He pauses as he strips off his shirt, but the second his mouth is back in view, you pull him to you again. The urgency of your kiss knocks him off balance, and you both stumble back onto the bed. He laughs as his heart swells at how eager you were, too.

His shirt is still caught around his head, but he’s grinning as he finally tugs it free.

“No need to rush,” he murmurs in a soothing tone. He tosses the shirt aside and quickly flips you over, so that he’s on top. “You have me. All of me.”

You hook a finger in his silver curb chain necklace, tugging him down. Your lips meet again, but you kiss him harder. You kiss him longer. As if this moment is your sanctuary where you can unleash your desires without judgment.

Your hands roam his body with the same curiosity he shows yours. You grip his bicep first, squeezing it when he deepens the kiss. Then you ghost along his sides until your hands find his back, where you drag your nails lightly down his skin.

He starts at your face, cradling it, but his touch doesn’t stay there. His hands trail down until they eventually rest on your waist. The longer he kisses you, the more he lets go, breath hitching louder. He grips your waist it’s an anchor that tethers him, keeping him from losing himself in you entirely.

This time, you slide your tongue against his, and the sound you release is a cross between a moan and a sigh. The action is as lewd as it looks, messy and unrestrained. It’s like you’re a teenager again.

After a couple minutes, Jinu pulls back and you’re both breathless.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. Your shared smiles are enough.

“Jinu…”

You take the initiative and lift your hand, tracing his abs with your index finger. He shudders upon contact, and your fingers trail down to his belt buckle. You fumble with it longer than intended, clumsy under the weight of your haze. It’s embarrassing, but Jinu simply smiles and rolls off you to make it easier.

You settle onto your knees, fingers working at his belt as the buckle clinks. The rest comes easily as Jinu lifts his hips, allowing you to slide his jeans down. He slips his boxers just low enough to reveal the faint trail of hair and his sharp V-line that disappears beneath the fabric.

“Help me?”

Amusement is laced in his words because he knows you’re ogling. He lifts his hips again and you slip the last material off fully. His cock stands tall, the tip leaking and your mouth waters at the sight.

He’s completely bare now. His eyes glow yellow, slitted like a serpent’s, giving him a haunting beauty. His skin has turned a cool shade of violet with darker purple patterns that snake across his body like a twisted map. They seem to be pulsating every so often, including the ones on his cock.

“Do you hate them?” He’s referring to his patterns, but you understand the real question: Do you hate me?

“No.”

“Then show me yours.”

You gulp, then slowly lift the hem of your T-shirt over your head. Your movements are hesitant, but he doesn’t say a word. Stepping off the bed, you slip your pajama bottoms off. They fall with a soft thud on the ground, so now you’re left in just your underwear.

Out of habit, you rub your arms and have your eyes fixed to the floor.

“Show me all your patterns,” he says. If looks could cut, his would be a blade. It’s not just your patterns he’s eager to see. It’s you. All of you. All you bear.

With every layer you remove, he’s removing the walls you’ve built up beneath cloth and fear. You listen and remove the last piece of clothing. Hunger ignites in his gaze as his eyes rake over your body. Every curve, every pattern, every scar, every mole.

“Lie down on the bed.” You obey and lay flat as Jinu gets on top, using his thighs to spread your legs open. He hovers over you, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The subtle pout tugging at your lips is precious.

“I noticed you didn’t have a bra on,” he says, far too casually for the situation. You roll your eyes.

“It’s uncomfortable to sleep with it on…”

“Yet you won’t let me see you?” His voice grows softer when you don’t reply. “How do you feel?”

“Exposed,” you say without thinking. “Vulnerable.”

He lets out a low hum, like he already expected that. His fingers drift to your collarbone and the faintest touch causes your patterns to resonate, glowing a soft purple against your skin.

“And?”

You swallow. “A little ashamed.”

“Don’t be. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just as beautiful with the cracks showing.”

He starts with a kiss to your forehead—soft, lingering, almost reverent. He stays there for a breath longer than expected before pulling away with an audible smooch. Then his lips travel lower, brushing along the line of your neck. He finds the curve and sucks the flesh, the sensation both ticklish and electrifying as the sensation goes straight to your core.

After he hears a soft whimper, he pecks your collarbone and then kisses your arms. Each touch weakens your defenses until you lower your guard on your own. His eyes glint with lust, and you don’t miss how he runs his tongue across his bottom lip at the sight of you.

Your chest heaves, and he settles his face in the valley of your breasts.

“You’re shaking,” he says, his hot breath hitting your skin. “I never thought the leader of Huntrix would be so nervous.”

You bury your face in the crook of your arm. “I’ve never done this before…”

You’re shaking harder now, unsure why this information makes you want to cry. He’s had tons of experience, hasn’t he? And here you are… fucking it up.

Jinu gently takes your hand and peels it off your face, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You see he had reverted back to his human form.

“So am I your first?” There’s no mockery in his tone. Just genuine care.

You want to die, but all you can do is nod. “I haven’t done anything except give oral because I couldn’t let anyone see my patterns…”

“Oh. Oh,” His gaze softens. “So… I’ll be the first to pop your cherry?”

All your nerves settle except for the last one, which he is on. You flick him on the forehead. “Now’s not the time for jokes.”

“Ow… I thought it was funny,” he says with a pout.

You giggle, the tension in your shoulders faded. “Okay, yeah, it was kinda funny.”

He rolls his eyes, but his warm smile assures you he’s not bitter. “If you don’t want to continue—”

“I do,” you interject. “I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

“Alright. But I need you to be sure. Watch.”

He brings your hands together, then uses one hand to pin both wrists above your head. No distractions. No hiding. Not anymore.

His eyes shift back to that piercing yellow, pupils elongating into narrow red slits similar to a snake. A slow smile curls his lips, showcasing how his canines had lengthened into sharp fangs. The most unsettling part is when his tongue slithers out, abnormally long and sinuous.

“Are you scared?” His voice hisses the words, each syllable dripping with venom.

You should be. But your thighs rub together instead.

“Give me your desire, [Y/N]. I need you to want this,” he says.

“I want you.”

His cock twitches and he has to distract himself from taking you right then and there. He lowers himself to your chest and allows his tongue to roam. It leaves a trail of saliva as it coils itself around your breast. When the muscle contracts, you arch your back and moan as the tip plays with your nipple. Jinu’s free hand massages your other breast and he rubs your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger like a dial, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

He fondles you like this for a couple minutes, loving the feel of your supple skin. His tongue soon releases you, replaced by his lips to suck on your tit harshly. You writhe underneath him, but it’s useless. He still has you pinned down as his tongue swirls around your areola before going over to your other breast and giving it the same treatment.

When he finally pulls away, his lips begin a slow descent. He presses kisses to your abdomen, then your outer thighs, and finally the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Each kiss blooms more of your patterns, the violet veins growing more opaque with every touch.

He settles his head between your thighs—like a sniper. You glance down to see his eyes shift goldenrod as he opens his mouth, swiping his tongue across his lips like he’s about to devour his last meal on Earth.

“You’re soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you down here yet…”

He runs two fingers along your slit, coating the digits in your essence. He makes a point to show you how it glistens from the warm glow of your lamp. When he parts his fingers, it stretches in its viscous appearance before breaking.

Then he indulges. “Fuck… you taste like sin.”

He slides his arms beneath your thighs, pulling you closer to him near the edge of the bed. Your breath stills. One hand is on your lower abdomen and the grin he wears now is more sinister. You could swear his skin has deepened to a richer shade of violet.

“Watch me.”

Those are his final words before he licks a stripe across your slit, the wet muscle earning a sharp gasp from you. Your forearms help prop yourself up to watch him, but he sinks his head lower and presses his mouth against your folds. He’s relentless and starts making out with your cunt, causing your hips to buck. You no longer have the strength to stay up, so you’re flat on the bed again, but he squeezes your thighs like a reminder.

You peer down and see those piercing demon eyes again. He pulls his mouth back and allows his naughty tongue to stretch until it invades your walls. As it slips in and out of you at a steady rhythm, you’re struck with horror and immense lust. He finally looks the part—a demon who has truly taken your soul.

You’re fisting your pillow, panting hard, your moans broken. Then his mouth latches onto your pussy again, allowing his tongue to reach deeper than before. The muscle wiggles inside your walls, coaxing more essence to pool out as he laps up the never-ending flow.

Your patterns glow with a fiery intensity. Even more so when he inserts a finger into you. The combination of his thick tongue and finger stretches you out nicely as they work in tandem. He presses his lips against your clit and then sucks hard enough to have you screaming.

But then all feeling is lost. Jinu’s pulled away.

“No, no, please,” you beg before registering what’s happening. His cheeky grin comes into view when he uses his arms to hold himself up above you.

“Not so fun when you’re the one being edged, huh?” How petty. He lets out a low laugh the moment the realization hits you. “I do like hearing you beg. Can you do it again?”

“Condom. Drawer. Now,” you say, enunciating each word with impatience.

He tsks at you. “That’s not begging.”

Your skin feels like it’s on fire as your patterns radiate off your body. It’s as if something’s been unleashed. Jinu’s eyes lock onto your left one—now the same piercing yellow as his. You hiss at him, but the voice that escapes you isn’t yours. It’s deeper, darker, and dare he say… demonic.

It only excites him more.

“Fuck me now.”

You grip his throat, your claws pressing just deep enough to sting without drawing blood.

“Damn,” he rasps, a crooked smile forming. “You have no idea how much you turn me on.”

You release him and he rubs the area where it was sore. Then he’s at your nightstand, quick to open the drawer and pull out a condom. He tears off the package with his teeth and tries to roll it onto his cock.

“I was afraid this would happen…” he mumbles. You sit up and immediately see the problem. Jinu’s cock has… changed. Now that he’s unleashed his full demon form, his body adjusted, and he no longer fits the condom.

His cock is bigger than before, slightly more girthy and swollen. Jinu hangs his head low, cursing softly, as if disappointed in himself. You take the condom and toss it aside without a care.

He looks up and sees you lie back down. You use your fingers to part your pussy lips open. He can’t believe his eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asks. You nod.

“Yes. Please fuck me. It’s okay.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He lines himself up at your entrance, having one hand support his body from crushing yours. Inserting just the tip alone has you gasping and the further he sinks into you, the more your walls resist from the foreign feeling.

He reminds you to relax. “Breathe. Remember… we’re the same. You’re meant for me.”

You feel your lungs betray you as every inch you take becomes more and more difficult. Despite him prepping you well, a demon’s cock far exceeded a human’s in anatomy and structure.

“Fuck!” you whine. “J-Jinu…”

“I’m almost in.” He drags the last inch in and then lets out a sharp exhale as he bottoms out. “Fuck… you even feel like sin…”

You’re full. Too full. It’s not painful, fortunately. But the discomfort lingers. You lay a hand across your belly, feeling a slight bulge. You should be afraid—but a deeper part of you aches for more.

“Can we stay still for a moment?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, his face twisting like he’s in pain from his lack of self-control. But for you, he holds back.

“Anything for you.”

His words make your tight pussy involuntarily clench. His cock twitches and it coaxes out more lubrication, which you’re thankful for.

“You’re so big… You can see how much you fill me up, Jinu,” you say, tilting his face down toward your belly.

Hearing you utter his name in this situation puts him in a daze. “Fuck, I could come right now. You’re so tight for me, god—fuck!”

He’s using both arms to balance himself now, his fists gripping your bedsheets hard enough that they tear from his sharp claws.

“Thank you for being patient with me,” you say. It takes everything in him not to plow you into oblivion. “Please go slow?”

He nods and pulls out slowly. It slides with ease, but putting it back in is a whole different story. When he drags his cock against your insides, it provides a slight burn. Seeing how the bulge in your stomach fades and reappears with each movement is… terrifying. Yet undeniably thrilling.

Sweat beads on his temples. His resolve is slowly crumbling with each slow, agonizing thrust. You reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. It distracts him from his greed and you from the intense stretch. Jinu kisses you rougher, like he’s gone mad.

It makes you hornier. It makes you relax. It makes your walls tighten. And when you wrap your legs around his waist, he goes all in.

His thrusts are no longer languid motions. He’s rocking his hips at a steady rhythm now, slamming into your pussy like it’s his last day on Earth. Your pussy squelches, the obscene noise egging him on further. He’s hitting your sweet spot over and over, unrelenting, and you’re both a moaning mess.

He gets off you for a second, the warmth now lost. You almost cry at the cruelty, but he moves into a kneeling position and wraps his hands under your thighs. After carefully lining himself up again, he hammers into you at full force, having you scream.

The leverage of this position allows Jinu to see your breasts sway and bounce with each thrust. The sight is mesmerizing and his hips start to stutter when finally, he comes inside you. The creampie makes you feel like you got to rebel. It’s freeing and nasty, but you love it altogether.

You enjoy his closeness when he lays on top of you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, face flushed. “It’s been so long and—”

“Jinu, it’s okay,” you reassure, fingers combling gently through his soft, raven black hair. He lifts his head, ready to protest, when a knock on the door alerts you both.

“Rumi?”

Mira. Oh fuck, what do you do?

“Shh…” Jinu says, putting a finger to your lips.

“I can hear you!” she shouts.

The doorknob jostles. This is it. This is how it all ends.

You blink and suddenly, the city sprawls before you, its glistening lights flickering like stars. The cool night air brushes against your overheated body. Jinu had teleported you, but this time you’re on the balcony. Thankfully, you’re hidden from view, tucked behind the wall of potted plants just as Mira steps into your room.

You wait with bated breath, feeling his cum dripping down your thighs. That’s when Jinu covers your mouth from behind and you squeak in protest. He swipes two fingers across your labia, gathering as much of his seed as he can before pushing it back into your dripping pussy. Your moans are muffled, and he slowly fingers you as Mira rummages through your room.

“Rumi? Are you here? We need to talk!”

Jinu litters kisses on your upper back, sending tingles down your spine as his fingers work you. He switches techniques and you feel him curl his fingers at different angles, different speeds, to see which one earns the most reaction. It’s deliciously evil, but you allow yourself to enjoy the building pleasure.

“Woo Jinu? What was that about, Rumi?!”

Jinu speeds up on purpose at the mention of his name. You’re seconds from reaching your high when Mira sighs and you hear your door shut. Jinu pulls his fingers out, much to your dismay. You want to cry.

He kisses the shell of your ear and whispers, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you come… after I watch you fall apart.”

Guiding you toward the balcony railing, he places a gentle hand on the small of your back, coaxing you to lean forward. You grip the rail with both hands, your body bent at a perfect angle.

Jinu presses soft kisses along the patterns etched into your back. “My good demon girl… You’ve damned me for all of eternity…”

You feel his tip prodding your entrance again. “J-Jinu, we’re outside. Someone could see!”

His deep chuckle makes your stomach flip. “And? I want them to see you. The real you. All your patterns… your soul… baring it all for me.”

As if on command, your patterns begin to glow in the dark. You’re grateful to be on one of the top floors. Maybe no one will see. It’s late anyway…

“You’re all I need, [Y/N]... Let me devour you.”

His hypnotic, low voice entices you and keeps you obsessed. It compels you to want more. His cock is already rubbing against your pussy lips, coaxing more juices to flow. He’s ruined you, and he knows it.

“I’m yours, Jinu.”

Something in him snaps. He thrusts into you in one quick motion, plunging into your tight walls. It’s not slow or tender. He’s carnal, consumed by lust as he grips your hips and rocks your body back and forth, chasing his high without any remorse.

He’s fucking you so hard that one hand slips from the rail. He grabs it and pulls it back, so you can face him and more of your luscious body is visible for his feasting eyes. You can’t believe your eyes, as the Jinu you see now truly represents the embodiment of sin.

His demon form consumed all his soft human features. His hands are now claws that dig into your flesh like hooks. You’re bleeding from his grip and crimson slowly drips trails that mimick the patterns down your ass and thighs. It stings, yet it edges you on further—pain and pleasure intertwining into a rush you can’t resist. Your whines grow sharper, and Jinu stops, seeing the pain he was inflicting.

“I-I’m sorry. I—”

“No,” you say, your voice dripping in venom. “Don’t stop.”

Your left hand morphs into a claw and you sneak it behind him, grabbing his ass and urging him to keep going. It pierces his flesh, and the stinging sensation shocks him into teleporting you both again.

You find yourself pressed against something flat and cold. You realize it’s the glass window to your balcony and Jinu is behind you, one hand pushing against your head to hold you in place while his free hand is pulling one of your arms back.

“You teleported?!” you hiss. He doesn’t answer with anything but a twitch of his cock. Your eyes roll back when he shoves himself back into your sopping cunt. You bite your lip to force back a scream, but he tortures you with calculated thrusts, each one brushing against your sweet spot more and more.

He then snakes his hand from your head to your belly, holding you up so your entire body is against the glass. Your breasts are smushed, and you’ve never felt so dirty. Jinu thrusts up into you with so much force that you can barely stand.

When your head hangs down from exhaustion, his large hand grips your chin and forces you to look up.

“Look at yourself in the reflection,” he demands. You’re lost in a daze, but you see what he means. Your patterns glow bright enough to light up the city, as well as your demon eye. “You’ve never looked more beautiful…”

He slips out of you for a second and you don’t have time to protest when he spins you around, forcing your back against the glass. One hand hooks under your thigh and lifts it up as he bends his knees to adjust for your height differences.

“I want you to watch you come,” He lifts his hips up and enters you again. “Fuck… Gwima can destroy me if it means I can have you.”

He kisses you, shoving his tongue inside to quell your moans. His grunts grow louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin being so loud it’s obscene, and you’re thankful it’s nighttime. You can’t think straight as your mind melts from the overflowing pleasure. Your hands are wrapped around his neck and each thrust bounces you against the glass. It’s rough and primal, and you’re sure the glass can’t withhold the pressure. It might break the same way you’re about to.

But then he stops kissing you.

“You take me so well,” he praises and it makes your heart thrum like a hummingbird’s. “We’re—” he thrusts extra harsh—“one and the same… you were made for my cock.”

“J-Jinu, please… I need to come.” Tears prick the corner of your eyes. “I can’t take it anymore, please!”

He effortlessly lifts you off the ground, his hands holding you up by your ass. He rests your back against the cold glass to give himself a short break.

“You even cry pretty…”

“Shit! Please don’t stop now…” you say, trembling.

“Are you sure? This time will be different… it might even hurt.”

You shake your head, not a single braincell left except for the need to come. “I don’t care, I need you to fill me up, please—I’m tangled in your soul…”

How you always say the right words, he doesn’t know. But he rewards you by bouncing you up and down his cock at a brutal pace. It’s like he wants to break you, but you no longer care. It feels too good. The pleasure rises again and you’re shouting his name like a mantra. Your entire body clenches, zeroing in on your pleasure until something snaps and then crashes like a dam that burst open.

But Jinu doesn’t stop there. He continues to use your body like a toy, and you let him. The enticement of another orgasm is impossible to resist, so you welcome the overstimulation. You chase it like it’s your last breath. Your eyes roll back, your body grows limp, and Jinu lets out the nastiest growl when he comes again.

You’re too far gone to notice how your belly swells up from his seed. It’s not until Jinu kisses your eye, the one on your demon side, that the pain hits you. You feel impossibly full, the ache stretching through you, but Jinu whispers soft praises into your ear to distract you.

“Your pussy is so greedy… milking me dry. You letting yourself go like this is the sexiest thing…”

Jinu basks in your shared warmth a couple minutes more. There was no movement. Just soft breaths and synchonized heartbeats.

Then he carries you back inside and heads to your shower. He lowers you down onto the included bench and pulls out, the amount of cum rushing out pornographic. You feel numb but ultimately relieved.

“I’ll help you clean up. Where are your towels?” he asks. You slump against the tile wall and point toward the closet across the room. He steps out, grabs two towels, and returns. As he passes the mirror, he catches sight of his reflection.

“Really?” you ask, your voice hoarse.

“What?” he says, admiring his human form. “I need this face to steal your fans.”

You roll your eyes at his lame joke, but something catches your attention. “Wait, you have a tiger tattoo on your back?”

He glances over his shoulder with a sly grin. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

He joins you in the shower and turns it on. The water turns hot quickly and he holds out a hand, waiting for you to take it. Once you’re on your feet, he wraps his arms around you from behind. He reaches for a bottle, but you catch his wrist.

“That’s my facial cleanser.”

“Oh.”

He reaches for another item, only for you to shoot him another look. “That’s shampoo.”

“Seriously?”

He tries again.

“That’s a body scrub.”

He groans. “How many bath products do you have?!”

You both laugh, and finally, you point him to the right item. He lathers the soap in his palms, then traces your patterns with slow, gentle strokes. The way he touches you makes your chest ache with something soft and full.

“[Y/N]?” he murmurs against your ear.

“Yeah?”

“I… I can’t wait to see you on the stage tomorrow.”

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Desire Me, Damn Me (teaser) - OUT NOW!

KPOP Demon Hunters!AU | Jinu x Hunter!Reader

genre: smut, lil comedy, e2l

rating: explicit

word count: 5k currently, still writing! teaser is 700 words

warnings: cussing, kissing, oral sex (m & f receiving), virgin!OC, sneaky sex, stomach bulge (he’s hung in his demon form okay), balcony sex, it’s vanilla at first… → rough sex, claws, little blood, unprotected sex, creampie, lil comedy, probably more tags soon i dunno

a/n: Think of the reader as Rumi, who is half-human, half-demon! I also incorporated dialogue from the movie in this. PLEASE tell me what you think, enjoy the snippet below!