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The Crimson Pact | Part 9

SoulBond!AU

Pairings: Yandere!Saja Boys x F!Reader

Synopsis: You were never supposed to remember them.

Four hundred years ago, a pact was made—a blood-soaked bond tying five demons to one human soul: yours.

They’ve waited lifetimes for your reincarnation, cursed with obsession, tethered by fate.

And now that you’ve returned?

They’ll burn the world before they let you go again.

Warnings: Explicit Smut / NSFW. Minors DNI (Do Not Interact), Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Fingering, Breast Play / Touching, Penetrative Sex (P in V), Breeding Kink / Creampie, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Soul bond with the Saja Boys, Yandere themes!, obsessive behavior / possessiveness, romantic psychological tension, intense emotional fixation, yearning, dark romance.

A/N: Surprise! My little gift. There are 2 very explicit smut scenes here, so pls be warned! I've added a warning tag to the areas where the smut starts and ends for my non-smut readers. I finished this chapter earlier than I expected. My brain and hands just work faster when I'm writing filth? I'm also confused. Must be my uterus taking over the keyboard. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

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The Saja boys are all demons.

They are wrath and ruin. Jealousy and death.

And yet, before her, they kneel.

Because she is the Heart. Because her soul is what keeps them from unraveling into true monsters. Because they were bound by her love and her curse.

They don’t just crave her—they depend on her. Without her presence, their minds deteriorate. Their bodies decay. Their hunger becomes unbearable.

Only Y/N’s touch tames the demon inside.

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Names (For those who get confused): Haneul (Abby), Seoha (Romance), Hwimori/Hwi (Mystery), Seungho (Baby)

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Part 9:

This Was Always Fate

A low groan echoes through the room, followed by Haneul’s familiar rasp. "Gotta steal her now, boys."

The others groan in protest, Jinu tightening his arm around your waist possessively. "Not fair." Seungho mutters darkly, still panting.

"We just got her," Hwimori grumbles, hand resting protectively on your thigh.

"I’m still dizzy," Seoha mumbles, forehead resting against your shoulder. But they part reluctantly when Haneul strides in, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips. You giggle softly—completely spent, bare and glowing—as he scoops you into his strong arms like you weigh nothing.

“My turn to spoil our girl,” he says with a grin, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. You nuzzle his chest, giggling again. “You guys are so dramatic.”

“You’re not even walking,” Jinu mutters from the bed, still sulking.

The bathroom is warm, glowing in amber light. Steam rises from the full tub, bubbles glistening. Candles flicker along the tiled edges. You blink, surprised. “All this… for me?”

“Of course,” Haneul says, placing you down gently on a plush bath mat. His voice lowers, tender but rough-edged. “Only the best for my princess. After all… you just took a beating.”

You gasp, lightly smacking his chest. “Haneul!”

He smirks and promptly slaps your bare ass in retaliation. You yelp, face flushed. “You’re awful!”

“Mmm. You love it.” He leans down to kiss your cheek before guiding you into the water, and you melt with a moan the moment your sore body sinks into the warmth.

“Oh my god…” you sigh, closing your eyes briefly. “This is heaven.”

When you open them again, you freeze. Haneul’s hands go to his waistband. He slides his sweatpants down, and your eyes widen— heart skipping. “Wait—”

He raises a brow, stepping into the tub behind you. His massive erection bobs proudly before he settles, smug. “Relax, baby. I’m just getting in to wash you.” Then, voice lower, eyes glittering with mischief he says, “Besides… it’s not my fault my cock loves the sight of you.”

You go red instantly. He chuckles, pulling you between his legs and kissing your temple. “You’re so damn adorable when you blush. Want me to go harder just to see that face again?”

You sink into him, hiding your face. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re mine,” he murmurs, nipping your ear. “Tomorrow night… I’ll be the one inside you. So behave, hmm?”

You shiver. He pulls you into his chest, his muscular arms cocooning you, your spine pressed to his hard torso. His hands are large and sure as they reach for a silk sponge, lathering it with soap.

“Can’t be gentle with the world,” he mutters softly against your ear, “but with you? I could spend forever doing this.” The sponge glides over your arms, your shoulders, your thighs. His touch is soft. Worshipful. He kisses your shoulder. “They made me a demon when I asked for vengeance. But now? All I want is peace. And you.”

Your heart warms at his words and you turn your head to kiss him softly. His eyes flutter shut, savoring the feel of your soft lips on his. “I want that too.” you whisper.

He smiles tenderly and kisses your cheek. You feel his fingers in your hair, dipping you back just enough. You close your eyes as he gently rinses your scalp, massaging soap into your roots with fingertips that once ended lives—and now tremble in devotion.

He kisses your forehead as he cradles you again, wet hair slicked against his chest. “I’ll never let you carry a burden alone again. You were meant to be held. Cared for. Cherished.”

There was a soft knock at the door. Seoha steps in, smirking, a fluffy towel in hand. His damp hair is pushed back and he's shirtless too—lithe and lean, his violet demon markings faintly glowing under his skin. “You two done hogging the afterglow?”

“Barely,” Haneul grumbles, but he lifts you anyway.

You squeak as you're lifted again, but melt into the feeling as Haneul kisses your cheek and passes you to Seoha. The latter demon catches you effortlessly, wraps the towel around your body, and leans down to press a kiss to your collarbone. “Our girl,” he murmurs, voice husky. “So fucking perfect.”

He dries you carefully, lovingly, fingers tracing your thighs, back, and hairline. “Arms up baby,”

You smirk and lift your arms. Seoha smiles down at you softly, dressing you in one of his shirts. He steps back to admire you for a moment. “Yep, definitely mine.”

You smile and squeak as he goes to lift you again, peppering your neck in kisses. You squeal as he walks you back into your bedroom. When you enter, you see the boys are waiting on your bed. All except Jinu who had gone to take a shower.

And you’re finally clean, warm, safe—and utterly, irrevocably theirs. Seoha places you gently in the center of the mattress, like setting a crown upon velvet. Hwimori is on you in a second, crawling across the sheets with the urgency of a man who hasn’t seen you in weeks, not minutes. He wraps himself around you tightly—too tightly—and buries his face into your neck with a low, throaty sigh. “I liked your smell better before the bath,” he mumbles petulantly against your skin.

“Hwi!” you scold with a tired laugh, smacking his shoulder with what little energy you have. But your fingers curl into his bare skin anyway. You can't stop touching them.

Seungho chuckles from behind you, his large hands sliding around your waist like silk restraints. “You smell perfect. Like us. Like what you are.” His voice is starved. He presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, his breath hot and possessive.

Seoha climbs in beside you next, fingers combing through your damp hair like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. “You should sleep, baby,” he murmurs, his voice velvet and coaxing. “We’ll be here when you wake up. Always.”

Haneul leans against the headboard, eyes glowing faintly even in the dim light. He doesn't speak. He just watches you with that low-burning intensity, like he’s guarding the gates of your dreams. His fingers trail up and down your arm soothingly.

You feel them all. The soulbond pulses faintly beneath your skin—like lullabies in your bloodstream. Every touch, every breath they take, echoes inside your chest. Your eyes flutter shut and your body aches in the sweetest way. The sheets are soft, but their skin is warmer.

You fall asleep like that. Surrounded. Claimed. Devoted to. Four pairs of eyes watching your breathing slow. Four monsters-turned-men who would kill for you, burn for you, beg for you. Who have waited lifetimes just to hold you like this.

And tonight, finally, they do. You fall asleep, utterly satisfied, completely worshiped—and so, so deeply loved.

The door creaks open with a low whisper. Jinu steps in, towel draped loosely around his shoulders, hair still damp from the shower. Droplets of water still cling faintly to his skin, highlighting every muscle carved from centuries of waiting. His gaze immediately locks onto the bed. And he exhales a slow, amused breath.

You’re buried.

Hwimori curled tight against your back like a watchful wolf, his nose tucked behind your ear. Seoha cradling your upper body, fingers intertwined with yours. Seungho at your feet, long legs tangled in yours, his eyes open and burning low—like coals that never cooled. And Haneul. Towering. The biggest of them all, seated shirtless at the headboard with your head resting on his thigh, one calloused hand rhythmically stroking your hair like he was trying to lull himself more than you.

A ring of obsession. A shrine.

“Really?” Jinu mutters under his breath, wiping his hair with the towel. “No room for me now?”

“You already claimed her first,” Seungho murmurs, not even looking up. “Don’t be greedy.”

“You were the first inside her,” Seoha adds silkily, voice laced with teasing venom. “Let us have the rest of her for tonight.”

Jinu scoffs lightly, but there’s no real heat behind it. Just a twitch at the corner of his mouth. He walks closer, gaze dropping to your sleeping form—peaceful, slack with exhaustion, glowing faintly in the candlelight. The soulbond’s threads shimmer like phantom silk across your chest, pulsing gently in sync with your breathing.

“She’s so small,” Haneul murmurs, brushing a finger along your cheek. “So fragile.”

“So perfect,” Hwimori whispers, nose twitching against your pulse. “She smells like us now. She’s ours.”

“She was such a good girl,” Seungho hums, eyes dark with memory. “She took Jinu so well. Took all of us… even if we weren’t inside her.”

“She glowed,” Hwimori sighs dreamily, pressing closer. “She glows when she comes. Did you see that? Like moonlight in her blood.”

Jinu chuckles low in his chest, towel now forgotten as he settles on the edge of the mattress. “Of course she glows,” he murmurs, brushing a finger down your thigh. “She’s the only light left in this cursed world.”

They fall quiet again, all of them now watching you breathe—like they’re memorizing it. Like they’ll carve it into their bones if they have to. And in the hush of the room, surrounded by monsters who’ve waited centuries to call you theirs…

You sleep. Unknowing. Loved beyond reason. And claimed far beyond saving.

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The temple stones breathe in silence, the air ancient and slow. Candles sputter in deep alcoves where no wind reaches. Dust glows gold in the shafts of violet moonlight filtering through the cracks in the temple roof—witness to secrets that predate time.

Two figures sit in the shadows of gods long buried.

“You saw her.” It isn’t a question.

“I did,” the first answers, voice dry and velvet-rich. “In the mall, of all places.” A pause. “She looked right at me.”

The second figure hums, his posture unreadable. “And?”

“A scared, fragile little thing,” a chuckle followed. “That beast arrived shortly after. He’s got sharp senses.”

The second one shifts slightly. “She’s merging with it, then?”

The first leans his head back against the stone. “Not just merging. She’s accepting it. That’s why this tether may actually hold.”

A pause.

“Unlike our friend.” The tone sharpens slightly.

The second sighs, old weariness pressing into his bones. “That was different. Daehyun was… misguided. He loved her.”

“Hmm,” the first murmurs, “Too much… enough to try the impossible.”

“She was a hunter.” the second states.

“She was his heart.”

Another silence follows, heavier now. “She wanted to bridge the worlds with him,” the first murmurs. “But you can’t open that gate without the right voices. Without all three. And you can’t forge a tether out of a soul already sworn to the hunt.”

“They tried anyway.”

“His mistake.” the first tutted.

The second tilts his head toward the shaft of moonlight. “And this one?”

A slow, wicked smile curves the other’s mouth. “She’s not broken. Not yet. She sees them. The demons. Not just what they show her—but what they are.”

The second hums, “And the demons?”

“They’re so lovesick they can’t see the storm coming.”

A low laugh, this time from both.

“The cursed king has no idea what he’s just allowed,” the first murmurs, more to himself. “He thinks the girl is a prize. A reward for obedience. He doesn’t know he’s handed them the match that could burn his throne.”

The second glances toward the moonlight. “Will it destroy him?”

“Not yet,” the first says. “But I have a feeling… this will not be like the last attempt.”

The second is quiet for a long while. Then, almost to himself, he says: “The Honmoon is fragile. Always was. Even now, it’s held together by borrowed will and borrowed song. It needs hunters to stay strong.”

“Which makes it mortal,” the first hums. “Fallible.”

There’s a long stretch of silence before the first’s eyes twinkle with promise. “She’ll choose them,” he says confidently. “Even the monstrous parts. Especially those.”

A silence that tastes like prophecy. And far away, curled in tangled limbs and soul-threads that shimmer with forbidden fate, a girl sleeps—still dreaming, still blind to what waits in the hollow places of the world.

But not for long.

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The sun barely filters through the thick blackout curtains, golden rays painting lazy stripes across the sheets. You stir, sore and drowsy, cradled against warmth. The sheets shift behind you, and a deep voice rumbles in your ear, low and teasing.

"Good morning, gorgeous," Seoha purrs, voice still laced with sleep.

You blink, turning in his arms to face him. His hair is a tousled mess, and his amber eyes shine with lazy affection. You smile, stretching slightly, only to wince at the soreness in your thighs.

"What time is it?" you mumble.

"Half past eleven," he says, trailing his hand over your side. "We let you sleep in. You needed it after last night."

Your cheeks burn, but you smile. "I feel good. Well rested."

Seoha grins, mischief curling on his lips. “Good to hear.”

And then— He grinds his hips forward, letting you feel the hard ridge of his morning wood press into your belly. You gasp. "Seoha!"

"Mmm?" he hums, mouth dipping to your jawline. "I already know what I want for breakfast."

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His hands trail up, cupping your breasts, kneading them gently. You moan as his thumbs circle your nipples. "You were so good for us last night," he whispers, grinding against you again. “Do you know what you do to me?”

“Hmmm,” you mumble in reply at the sweet feel of his touch. You could get used to this.

His touch feels like fire on your skin. He peels his shirt off your frame, letting it pool at your back. "I love you in my clothes," he mutters, eyes dark, "but I love you more like this. Bare. Mine." He dips his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling until you're gasping, writhing under him. His fingers trail downward, slipping between your legs.

"So wet for me already, angel?"

You nod, breath catching as the bond flares to life, your body responding to his like it’s wired into your bones. You shouldn’t be this turned on first thing in the morning, but here you are. A victim to their touches.

"I’ve been patient," he murmurs, pushing one finger into you. You moan. Yep, you could definitely get used to this. "Watched them have you. Waited my turn. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this?"

His fingers curl just right, stroking your walls in all the places that need them, and you bite your lip, crying out softly. He groans, adding another finger. He moves above you now—shirtless, gorgeous. His skin is back to its normal hue. Defined muscle ripples beneath violet demon markings that stretch like painted desire across his arms and chest.

The bulge in his sweatpants strains. He fingers you harder, his muscular arm tensing between your thighs. Seoha’s other hand cups your breast, squeezing gently as his eyes rake your body. "So fucking beautiful," he breathes. “I’ve dreamed of this for centuries. I’ve died and lived for this. For you.”

Your body arches as he curls his fingers again, and you come with a broken cry, shattering in his hand. Seoha watches you unravel, moaning softly. Watching your beautiful face contort in pleasure almost short-circuits his brain.

He brings his slick fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of your juices. "Fuck, you taste divine. I need to be inside you. Now." He growls, pulling down his sweats and your breath catches. Of course he was huge. These demons would be the death of you.

"Jesus. Are all of you like this?"

He smirks, palming himself. "We’re made for you, baby. Every inch."

He positions himself, placing his cock against your stomach—showing you just how deep he’ll reach. It sits just below your navel. Holy mother of-

"You’ll take all of it," he says, low and commanding. "And you’ll love it."

He kisses you deeply, possessively, claiming your mouth as his. Then he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. You pant up at him and bite your lip, helpless, and watch as his other hand guides his cock to your entrance.

He pushes in slowly, letting you feel every inch of him stretching your walls. You gasp, your legs shaking as you adjust to the sheer size. "So tight," Seoha groans, eyes squeezed shut. “You’re perfect. Fuck, you were made for me.”

Tears prick your eyes from the fullness. He kisses your face, murmuring soft praises. It would take time getting used to having all of them this way.

"Just breathe, baby. Let me in. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you."

When he bottoms out, he lets out a guttural moan. His forehead touches yours, his breath ragged. He stays like that for a moment, eyes shut. Savoring the feel of the very thing he’d been waiting for across lifetimes.

Then he starts to move.

At first, it’s slow. Torturously slow. Like he’s savoring every inch, memorizing the shape of your body from the inside. You feel everything. Every inch he gives you, every twitch of his aching cock. How it molds you from within.

You whimper. "Faster. Please."

"You sure you know what you’re asking for, angel?" he asks, voice like gravel. His eyes burn like fire. Like any confirmation from you would make him snap.

You nod.

He pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in. You cry out, jolting up the bed, head tipping back. The force rocks you, pleasure flooding your senses.

And then— He sets a punishing pace. Not rushed. But hard. Each thrust drives deep, filling you over and over. The wet sounds of your sex echo through the room. Seoha groans against your neck, snapping his hips tight against you with a heavy slap each time.

Your hands claw at his that were holding them down. You’re moaning, sobbing, drowning in the sensation. "So good," he growls. "Taking it all like a good girl. Letting me fuck you open."

He bites your shoulder, hips relentless. You’re trapped beneath him, pinned and possessed. Taking all that he gives you, and it was almost too much. Then he pulls back, grabs your knees, and pushes them to your chest putting you into a mating press.

Your eyes roll with this new position as you feel him drive in deeper. Reaching places you never even knew you had. You squeal. "Seoha—ah—wait—!"

"No more waiting, baby," he snarls. "You’re mine. My turn. My reward. My love." Every sentence he says with a hard thrust of his hips. His patterns glow brighter and the force of his thrusts knocks the wind out of you. His thrusts are brutal, deep. You gasp, seeing stars.

"You were made for this. For me. Say it."

"Yours," you breathe.

He fucks into you harder. "Say it again."

Tears form in your eyes. You grit your teeth in need, desperation. "I’m yours, Seoha. Always."

"That’s right," he growls. "Let everyone hear who you belong to."

You feel your climax building, fast and sharp. He feels it too, in the way your pretty pussy flutters around his shaft. He groans. "Come for me, baby. Give it to me. Everything."

"Seoha—please—I—"

You break.

White-hot bliss crashes over you. You scream his name, your fingers grip and claw at his hand pinning them down over your head.

Seoha’s roar splits the air. He drives in one final time and stills, burying himself to the hilt as he cums deep inside you. His hips jerk, filling you. "Take it," he groans. "Take all of me. I want you leaking with my cum. Marked. Mated. Filled."

You’re panting, whimpering at the aftershocks of your orgasm. You shouldn’t feel alive, but you did. More alive than you ever have in your life before they came into it. He trembles above you, kissing your face. Whispering sweet praises. "You’re everything. You’re mine. I’ll never let you go."

He stays in you for a moment, savoring the warmth and the bond, and the feel of you wrapped around him. Like he didn’t want to leave. Then, he gently pulls out, cradling your body in his arms.

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You’re breathless, slick in sweat, but deliciously satisfied. You look up at the man who holds your heart and both break into a smile. Morning sex, huh. Who knew it would feel this good?

You bury your head in his slick chest. “Well, that’s one way to start the day.”

He chuckles breathily and smirks in your hair. “We could make it an everyday thing…”

You’re about to retort when a knock on the door interrupts. "Brunch is ready, lovebirds!" Haneul calls through the door. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Seoha sighs, smirking. "Time to eat, baby. Trust me—you’ll need the energy to survive the rest of the day."

You pout up at him adorably as he lifts your arms to put his shirt back on you. “I don’t know if my legs work…”

Seoha breaks into a grin. Fully aware of how he has himself wrapped around your finger. “That’s how I know I did my job. Come on– up we go!” He lifts you up into his arms and you wrap yours around his shoulders with a smile. Now this princess treatment, you could use everyday.

The scent of freshly cooked food wafts in the air as Seoha carries you bridal-style out of the bedroom, one arm tucked firmly beneath your thighs and the other against your back like you’re something too precious to touch the ground. Which, to them, you are.

The moment you enter the open living area, the boys stir like predators catching your scent. Haneul is behind the kitchen island shirtless, golden skin glowing as he flips something in a pan like it weighs nothing. Seungho leans against the kitchen wall nursing a coffee, wearing only grey sweats that hang deliciously low on his hips. Jinu’s already seated at the table in a black tee and dark pants, his hair still damp from a shower, looking every bit like the regal leader he is. And Hwimori—your lap seat for the day—is already in the dining chair, fidgeting eagerly in a soft hoodie and shorts, eyes wide and hungry like he’s been waiting hours just to hold you.

“Good morning, princess,” Jinu greets, lifting his mug. “Sleep well?”

“More like slept like the dead,” Haneul adds with a smirk.

Seoha grins devilishly. “Made sure of that.”

There’s a sudden smack as Seungho casually slaps the back of Seoha’s head as he walks by. “Too early for your mouth, loverboy.”

You’re placed gently into Hwimori’s lap, and the demon nearly vibrates with delight. The moment you settle, he buries his nose into your hair and inhales deeply like you’re his favorite scent. “You smell so good like this,” he mumbles with a purr, voice low and worshipful. “All used up.”

Your cheeks flame as you mumble, “Good morning…” shy and small, eyes darting to each of them. The room softens. Their eyes don’t just look at you—they devour you. Dote. Adore. Like you’re something they dreamed into existence and still can’t believe is real.

They’ve tasted you. Worshipped you. And they’re already addicted. Jinu leans forward and takes your hand, brushing a kiss to your knuckles. “How are you feeling?”

You glance at all of them, heat rising to your cheeks. There’s concern in their eyes, protective and possessive, laced with love so fierce it could tear cities apart. You smile softly. “I feel amazing.”

Hwimori nuzzles your temple, purring louder now. That one sentence makes all of them exhale in relief. “That’s our girl,” Seungho mutters, watching you like he’s already planning his round.

From the corner of your eye, you see a massive blue tiger enter the dining room. You smile as he bumps his head to your lap affectionately. “Well, good morning to you too, Derpy.”

The tiger spirit purrs as your hands scratch the back of his ear. From the window, you see the bird spirit in his tiny hat fly in, landing on Jinu’s shoulder.

“Hey, hey, hey, no animals at the dining table!” Seoha jokes.

“Then why are you here?” Seungho mumbles.

With perfect timing, Haneul sets a massive brunch plate in front of you—eggs, salmon, avocado, lean sausages, fruits, yogurt, oats. “Whoa. That’s… a lot of protein,” you blink.

He winks. “Of course. Don’t want you breaking on us now.”

Your mouth drops open in disbelief and Seungho adds dryly, “Consider it meal prep.”

“… And I’m the meal?”

Seoha leans in and steals a bite from your plate—only to pass it into your mouth with his own, kissing you as you chew. “Always.”

From Jinu’s shoulder you swear the bird groaned.

You let out a helpless little whimper, cheeks flushed. “You guys are too much… I feel like I’m being fattened up for sacrifice.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Jinu says, setting a tall green smoothie before you. “Energy booster. You’ll need it.”

You’re overwhelmed—in the best way. Loved. Held. Fed. You’ve never been pampered like this before. No one in your past life… no one in this life. Slowly you begin to ponder, being soulbonded to five demons isn’t hell. It’s heaven.

You let them feed you—Hwimori slipping fruit into your mouth, Jinu dabbing your lips with a napkin, Seoha licking syrup off your fingers on purpose. The animal spirits have now gone to lounge on the balcony to soak up some sun.

You’re glowing… until something shifts. You stiffen. There’s something… damp between your legs. Your eyes widen in horror.

You’re still in Seoha’s shirt. No underwear. And his cum is leaking out of you. On Hwimori’s lap. You squirm instinctively.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Jinu asks, voice immediately alert.

“I—um—I just need to grab some underwear real quick—”

Hwimori’s arms tighten around you. “No,” he murmurs, confused but unwilling to let go.

“I really need it—”

A pause. Hwimori blinks once. Then whispers, “Seoha’s seed is leaking out of her.”

The entire table stills. And Seoha? He just laughs.

You whimper and shrink into Hwimori’s arms, mortified, you smack his chest. “Hwi!”

“Guess I stuffed her too full,” Seoha drawls.

“Seoha!” You scold, burying your face into Hwimori’s hoodie.

The boys don’t mock you. They don’t laugh. They grin. Wicked, possessive, and hungry. Seoha brushes your hair aside, lips on your ear. “I should be angry it’s leaking out.”

“But that just means,” Seungho says, licking syrup from his thumb, “we’ll have to fill you again.”

You stare at them, flustered and horrified. “Okay, okay, can I please just eat breakfast in peace?”

They chuckle, and Jinu presses a gentle kiss to your hand. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed, princess.”

“Let’s keep her cute forever,” Seungho murmurs, rubbing a lazy hand over your bare thigh.

Breakfast continues—with less scandal and more pampering—until your curiosity gets the better of you. “So… what are your plans today?”

Jinu sighs. “I’ve got some idol management stuff to deal with. Schedules, planning.”

“Just you?”

“No. Seoha’s coming too.”

Seoha freezes mid-bite. “What?”

“You didn’t check the group chat?” Haneul smirks. “Oops.”

“Why do I have to go?” Seoha protests.

“Because you and Jinu already had your turn,” Seungho replies flatly.

You snort and cover your face with your hands. “Oh my god.” You look around at the others… the way they’re still eyeing you. Yep. You have a full day ahead. A small part of you flutters in excitement. Like perhaps Christmas came early, or your birthday…

Then, a thought pops up. “Wait… when are your birthdays?”

They blink. “That’s random,” Haneul mumbles, biting into a piece of toast.

You shrug with a smile. “How can I be soul-bound to all of you and not even know when your birthdays are?”

Seoha hums, swirling his juice lazily. “Fair point. Though mine was... what, centuries ago? I’ll have to dig deep.” The table falls into a thoughtful silence as they each search their long memories for scraps of their past lives.

Jinu is the first to speak. “September 16,” he says quietly, his golden eyes far away. “The harvest season. My mother used to say I was born under the sign of order… but destined to bring chaos.”

Seoha tilts his head. “November 7,” he murmurs. “It rained that day. I remember because my mother cried, said the sky was mourning early.”

Haneul grins, drumming his fingers on the table. “March 28. I remember the trees were just starting to bloom. I used to climb them to steal fruit.”

Seungho grunts. “October 9. That year, a fire broke out the night I was born. My dad said it was an omen.”

Then, all eyes shift to Hwimori. He stiffens slightly, the fork pausing halfway to his mouth. “I... don’t think I have one,” he says softly. “Spirits aren’t born the way you are. I just... came into being.”

You frown at that, expression turning thoughtful. “Then let’s give you one.”

Hwimori blinks. “What?”

You smile. “A birthday. We’ll choose a date. And celebrate it. This week, even.”

His eyes widen slightly, a flicker of something ancient and soft crossing his face. “You’d do that?”

“Of course,” you say, reaching to brush his head. “You deserve to be celebrated too, Hwi.”

His lips twitch into a small, stunned smile, and he leans in, nuzzling your neck with a purr. “You really are too good for me.”

The others watch with softened expressions, and Jinu murmurs, “Okay, angel. Let’s do it. We’ll throw him a birthday.”

Seoha raises his glass. “To Hwimori’s first birthday—and our girl with the golden heart.”

Brunch goes on as usual. Eventually, Jinu and Seoha rise to leave. Seoha, of course, makes a production of it. He throws himself dramatically across the couch. “Tragic. Ripped away from my goddess at her peak of fertility.”

You throw a napkin at his head. “You’re so dramatic.”

He grins, snatches your wrist, and peppers kisses across your cheeks, forehead, nose and neck. “I’ll miss you. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

Jinu’s goodbye is quieter. He cups your face gently and presses his forehead to yours. “Be good, love,” he murmurs. “Call me if any of them step out of line.”

“I will.” You kiss him softly. “Come home soon.”

When the door closes behind them… you’re left with Haneul, Seungho, and Hwimori. They’re standing there. Staring. Smirking.

You clear your throat. “I’m going to… paint. See you guys later!”

And then you bolt. The sound of three possessive demons groaning behind you chases you down the hall.

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You're painting in your studio—lost in color, the strokes of the brush calming the flutter in your chest. Beside you, Derpy and Birdie take a nap, lulled by your quiet humming (and the tiger also being used as your fluffy backrest).

It’s been two hours, maybe more. After your shower, you hadn’t bothered putting on much. Just Hwi’s oversized hoodie—left for you without a word—and your panties. You’d forgotten to grab clothes, and somehow it felt right to wrap yourself in something that smelled like them. Like home.

Your bare legs are flecked with paint when your stomach growls. You set the brush down, stretch your arms, and yawn. Time for a snack.

Padding barefoot down the hallway, you slip into the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes—only to find Seungho already rummaging through the cabinets.

“Think you can run and hide from me, princess?” His voice curls into your spine before his hands do—warm and possessive as they wrap around your waist. His lips brush your neck and then he licks a slow stripe up your skin.

You shiver. “I wasn’t hiding. Just… painting.”

“Mmm.” He pulls back with a dark smirk. “Did you want a snack?”

You nod, lips parted. “Yes please.”

He grabs a bag of chips from the shelf while you open the fridge and grab a Yakult. “Where are the others?” you ask.

“Haneul’s in the gym. Hwimori’s in the studio. Want me to take you there?” He sounds casual, but his fingers tighten subtly at your hip.

“I’m okay,” you say softly, slipping a second Yakult into your hand, then a third. You hand him one. His eyes gleam, but he kisses your head and passes you the snack.

You squeak out a “Thank you!” and he just watches you walk away with that lazy predator grin, the one that makes you feel like you’re being hunted even when they let you go.

You head down the hall. Quiet. Curious. You press your hand against the gym door and gently ease it open—and freeze.

He’s there. Haneul. Shirtless. His massive frame is haloed in sunlight streaming from the tall windows. Broad back glistening with sweat. Skin flushed. Muscles carved from something godlike and brutal. He’s lifting an enormous barbell over his shoulders—something impossibly heavy—like it’s nothing but air. His biceps bulge with each curl, veins dancing across his forearms, his expression taut with focus. He doesn’t see you yet.

He’s wearing just sweatpants that hang low on his hips, clinging to his thighs in all the right ways. You swallow, hard. Your heart stutters, your thighs clench. You stare. Awestruck. A little dizzy.

The bond tugs tight inside you—want, need, hunger. You try to step back but knock into the doorframe with a soft thud.

His head turns and he spots you. A smirk creeps across his face. Slowly, deliciously dangerous. He pulls his earbuds out. “Like what you see, baby?”

You nearly drop the Yakults. “I—uh—was just… checking in. And I brought you something?” You hold out the tiny bottle, a weak defense against the wall of man walking toward you.

He doesn't stop. Each step feels heavier than the last, weighted with tension. The air thickens. He’s got that look in his eyes—the one that says he’s barely restraining himself. “You always sneak in when I’m sweating,” he says lowly, crowding into your space.

“It’s not on purpose—” you start, heart thudding, but your back hits the wall. He plants one thick forearm beside your head, trapping you gently. The muscles ripple with residual effort, still swollen from the workout. His other hand lifts the Yakult from yours without breaking eye contact.

“Then why,” he murmurs, leaning in, voice deep and slow, “are you looking at me like it’s the first time you’ve ever seen me?”

You glance down, lips parting. He’s massive. His chest is heaving from exertion, abs slick and hard and rising with every breath. His skin is warm with heat and smells like salt and cedar and something purely Haneul. He’s so close. You can see the droplets trailing down his throat.

You murmur, breath hitching, “You look… strong.”

He tilts his head. His smile sharpens. “I am strong,” he replies—and then, lower, filthier: “Wanna know what else I’m good at carrying?”

Your breath stutters as he brushes a knuckle down your jaw, then trails a line of his sweat along your throat. Your whole body shivers. He sees the way your legs press together. The way you try not to stare at his glistening chest. The way you bite your lip.

He growls, soft and low. “You make me lose my mind,” he whispers, voice rough with want. “You walk in here looking like that—wearing someone else’s hoodie and nothing underneath? You know what you do to me, baby?”

Your lips part to say something. Maybe a tease. Maybe a denial. But you don’t get the chance. Because then— His hands are suddenly at your waist, and you’re lifted off the floor like you weigh nothing at all.

His palms span your thighs, strong and sure as he settles you on the padded wall mat behind you, pinning you in place with the sheer size of his body and the searing heat of his skin pressed against your inner thighs.

Your breath hitches. He’s panting too. Face flushed. A tremor in his hands that betrays how close he is to losing control. His hips grind forward—and you feel it.

Hard. Huge. Heavy against your core.

You gasp. And Haneul? He moans. Head dropping into the crook of your neck, nose dragging up the side of your throat, lips ghosting your ear. “I’ve been waiting for this my whole life,” he murmurs. Then pulls back to look at you.

Your cheeks are flushed. Your thighs trembling. And he smiles like a wolf who’s about to feast.

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“Haneul… please—”

His eyes gleam like molten gold at the sound of your voice, raspy and wrecked already. You’re trembling, pressed up against the wall with your thighs bracketing his waist. His hands, massive and hot, grip your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “Please what, baby?” His voice is rough silk. Teasing. Dangerous. “You want me to touch you? Is that it?”

You nod, breath shallow. Your mind is spinning, body too sensitive, too hungry to form words. Every inch of him is overwhelming—broad shoulders gleaming with sweat, chest heaving as he takes you in like he’s starving.

His hand slides down, fingers brushing the soaked curve of your panties. He curses under his breath. “Fuck,” he growls. “Look at you. So wet… just from seeing me like this?”

You can’t respond. He sees the haze in your eyes and smirks, feral.

“My poor girl,” he murmurs, voice dropping. “You’re trembling.” He brushes over the wet spot again, and your knees nearly buckle—even with him holding you up. “You always get like this when I’m near, huh? You need me that bad?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer. With one sharp motion, he tears the thin fabric at your hips—ripped clean like it was never there. His gaze darkens. His pupils dilate. “Been dreaming about this,” he breathes, hungry. “Been patient. Too patient.”

Without warning, he drops to his knees—still holding you up with terrifying ease. He lifts your legs over his thick shoulders, locking your thighs around his neck. You squirm, breath catching in your throat. “Wait—Haneul—”

But he’s already leaning in. Your back arches instinctively as his hot breath ghosts over you. His hands grip your thighs, firm and anchoring. His mouth brushes you, once, then again—soft, teasing strokes that have your fingers flying to his hair in a desperate bid to ground yourself.

And then he moans. It’s a deep, guttural sound that vibrates straight through you.

“Fuck,” he groans again, burying his face into you like a man possessed. His tongue moves with urgency, lapping and savoring like you’re the only sustenance he’s ever known. Your moans spill out, helpless and high, bouncing off the walls of the gym.

You clutch at his sweat-dampened hair, helpless. “Haneul—oh my god—”

He looks up at you, his eyes glowing gold, demon markings beginning to shimmer across his skin. There’s no humanity left in them now. Just hunger. Just you. “You taste like a fucking dream,” he growls, voice raw with emotion. “My dream. My girl. My everything.”

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down. You can barely breathe, the intensity building so quickly you feel like you’re going to fall apart—if he lets you. But he won’t. His grip only tightens. His arms keep you pressed to the wall like you weigh nothing. You can feel every drag of his tongue, every press of his mouth, every low, ruined sound he makes as he drowns in you.

“Haneul—! I’m–!”

He groans again at your unraveling voice, dragging his mouth against you like he needs this. Like he’ll die without it. His fingers dig into your hips possessively, keeping you right where he wants you. You come apart in his arms. Shaking. Crying out. Gripping his shoulders like a lifeline as your vision flickers white.

He doesn’t stop until you’re limp in his hold—wrung out and gasping. And when he finally pulls back, lips slick, his glowing eyes rise to meet yours again. He licks his bottom lip slowly. “You’re mine,” he whispers, voice shaking with love and lust and madness. “No one gets to taste you but us. No one ever will.”

He stands with you still in his arms. The look on his face is nearly unhinged—awed and worshipful and absolutely feral. His cock strains against his waistband. He then pulls down the garter and your eyes widen at the sight of his aching shaft. Thick and heavy, pressed between your bodies. You feel the heat of it. The weight of it.

He growls, looking down at the sheer size of him compared to your torso. He murmurs low in your ear: “You’re so small, baby… but you’ll take all of me, won’t you?”

You swallow. You’ve never wanted anything more in your life. You nod, whimpering, and he captures your lips in a devouring kiss that is almost primal.

And then— he lifts you, lining you up to his shaft before he sinks into you.

The stretch is slow. Deliberate. He groans as your walls begin to accommodate him, and your back arches at the sensation. You dig your nails into his shoulders, overwhelmed, gasping.

“Haneul—I don’t think I can—”

“Yes, you can and you will,” His voice is a soft growl. “You were made for me. For this. For us. You’re doing so well, baby.”

He inches deeper, his thick length filling you like nothing else ever has. The pressure, the fullness—it’s too much, too perfect. You almost sob as he sinks the last inch in and presses flush against you, fully seated. Fully inside.

Both of you still. His body trembles slightly, jaw clenched as he tries to rein in the animal urge to just take. But then he exhales, shaky. “So warm,” he whispers. “So tight. God—baby, you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.” He grunts, almost pained. “Don't worry princess, I'm gonna mold you to my cock.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, and then—he begins to move. Lifting you up to thrust back in. That thrust has you both leaning your heads back in pleasure. It’s slow. Measured. But you feel it everywhere—how he fills you, stretches you, claims you. You whimper as you take him.

His hands grip your thighs tighter. The wall behind you shakes with each motion. Your moan escapes helplessly as your head tilts back, lost in the sensation. He growls, barely restraining himself. You see his large muscles flex and harden as he's thrusting into you.

And then he picks up the pace. Haneul pins your hips against the wall and starts jack-hammering into your heat. Going so deep you don't know where he starts and you begin. Harder. Deeper. Each thrust slams into you with devastating power. Your cries mix with his groans, the slap of skin echoing in the gym like music only the two of you can hear.

He buries his face in your neck, biting gently. His sweat mingles with yours. You cling to him as if you might fall apart—and maybe you will.

“You feel that, baby?” he pants, hips snapping into yours. “That’s me. Deep inside. Where only I get to be.”

Your legs quake as the pleasure builds again, sharp and hot. You can barely form words. But he watches your face, obsessed, ravenous, utterly in awe. “You’re taking me so well. My perfect girl. My good girl.”

He thrusts harder—faster. Then pauses, just for a moment, to look down between your bodies. A low, wicked chuckle leaves his lips. Eyes glittering in awe like he’s mesmerized as he watches himself disappear inside you— so deep in this position that it forms a bulge in your stomach. He curses at the sight. “Look at that,” he murmurs, stroking a hand over your belly. “You can see me, baby. I’m so deep.”

You gasp, breath caught. The pressure there is insane. He palms it again, groaning. “God, you’re gonna break me,” he moans. “Or I’m gonna break you.”

You cry out as he slams into you again, pace wild now. Controlled only by the need to make you his. To brand you. Body and soul.

He watches himself disappear inside you, over and over. "Where do you feel me, baby? Tell me."

You whimper, "So deep- In my tummy, Haneul-"

He growls at that and goes harder. You moan, holding onto him for dear life as the sounds of your lovemaking fill every inch of the room. He thrusts into you and lifts you as if you weigh nothing. Like a ragdoll. Your nails dig deeper into his back at the pleasure and he groans, leaning in to bite your shoulder, grunting, sheen with sweat, as he fucks you against the wall.

You feel the coil in your stomach tightening and plead, "Haneul— I'm— I’m–!"

"I know baby." he moans, angling his hips higher to reach a spot within you that has you seeing stars. You squeal. He's lost all control and sense of reason at the feel of you wrapped around him.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave—sharp, sweeping, uncontrollable. Your body clenches around him and he snarls against your ear. “That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he grits out. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”

You’re sobbing his name, fingers clawing into his back as he keeps thrusting, desperate now. His rhythm stutters. And then—he groans, long and broken, thrusting deep one final time. His body shudders. You feel it. Heat. Flooding. Filling you. His breath catches as he presses deep, holding you flush as his arms tremble with restraint.

“You’ll take all of me,” he pants. “Every drop. Fill you so full, it’ll drip out all day unless I plug you up myself.”

You moan softly as his lips ghost over your skin, worshipping. Repeating praise in a voice cracked by emotion. “Such a good girl. You’re mine. You’re mine.”

Your heart pounds against his. And for the first time in your life, you believe—truly—that no one could ever love you like this. Not with this much fire. Not with this much worship.

Not the way Haneul does.

You’re both panting. The world outside the gym doesn’t exist—just the sound of Haneul’s uneven breathing, the rapid beat of your heart, and the heat between your tangled bodies. Your arms are still wrapped around his thick shoulders, your legs draped over his waist, and he’s still inside you. Warm. Heavy. Pulsing with the last tremors of release.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, voice low and raw. “Took everything I gave you. You always do.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then nuzzles your temple with his damp forehead.

Without pulling out, he carefully turns and lowers both of you to the gym mat. He leans back against the wall, cradling you in his lap like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held.

“Just… wanna stay like this for a while,” he says, still breathless. His arms wind tightly around your waist, keeping you flush to his chest. “Wanna plug you up a little longer, baby.”

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You let out a breathless laugh, burying your face into his neck. He smells like sweat, warmth, and something distinctly him—earthy, masculine, grounding. Your fingers gently comb through his damp hair, and his hold on you tightens just slightly, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

He exhales softly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this. Having you. Holding you like this.”

Your hand gently cups his cheek. “You don’t have to get used to it,” you murmur. “Just… stay.”

He leans into your palm, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “I used to dream of this,” he admits. “Back then… when I didn’t know if I’d ever find you again. I’d close my eyes and try to remember what you felt like in my arms. Now that you’re really here—” His voice falters. “—I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go.”

You smile, pressing your forehead to his. “Then don’t.”

A warm, almost disbelieving smile curls on his lips. “Careful,” he whispers, “I take things literally.” You chuckle, and he hums, shifting slightly to adjust you in his lap without slipping out. His arms tighten around you.

The two of you stay like that for a while, bodies slick with sweat, hearts steadying in each other’s arms. You feel safe in his hold. Worshipped. Like every inch of you is wanted beyond reason.

Eventually, he shifts, still holding you. “Alright, princess,” he says, lips brushing your neck. “I should probably start dinner… though…” he cups your hips and gives you a teasing little grind. “…you’re already pretty full.”

You groan and swat his shoulder, and he chuckles, kissing your sternum as he starts to gently lift you off him.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers with a wicked grin. “I’m sure you’ll still have room for dessert.” TO BE CONTINUED

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A/N: Wow, my ass was clenched when writing this. I kid you not, my hands flew so fast on the keyboard at the pure filth in these smut scenes. But also, I sprinkled in some fun love scenes too + more plot points tying in now. And I'm sorry I just- Abby? Hello?! Size kink go burrrr. I had to, I had to. I'm not even sorry.

I hope you guys enjoyed this one! Any bets on who's claiming next? ;) Next chapter will have more smut again just because we obviously have two more men waiting patiently for their turn, and then the conflicts will roll in a bit more as shit will start to get real. Let me know what you guys think of the chapter in the comments! Reblog, Like, etc. I appreciate it all. <3 Much love MWAH Willa x

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No Soul, No Salvation

Part II - The betrayal

Part I

(~14,800+ words)

Synopsis - You transmigrated in the world of Kpdh. You were desperate. Desperate to go back to your original world. But the boys have another plan. A plan to completely trap you in their hell.

Paring - Yandere! Saja boys (mainly Jinu) x Fem! Isekai! Reader

Genre - Mature, Smut, Dark / Yandere, Angst, TW. NON CON, Idol au, isekai

Warnings - yandere, non-con , dub-con, gangbang, double penetration, exhibition kink, breeding kink, squirt, pussy eating, restraints, possessive, toxic love, betrayal, manipulating, may or may not write part three

You offered yourself in exchange for hope. But hope was never part of the contract.

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After that event, they made you quit your job.

Instead, you were now kept by their side.

They would touch you after events.

They would make you suck their cocks in the public restrooms.

And they even made you follow them around with no panties.

It’s fine. You reassured yourself

There’s no need to be ashamed. This place isn’t real. And I’m going back to my original world after all.

That’s your daily mantra as you walk around with pussy dripping with your own juice.

They would bend you over any where, hallway, side of the street, and even on stage during rehearsal

Spread you open and rubbing you one out.

People would see your pussy get filled with fingers and would see you giving into the pleasure of their mouth.

But everyone is too hypnotized by their music to know what’s actually happening.

Getting their soul taken by Gwima after the performance ends.

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You stood on the edge of the rooftop stage.

The Namsan Tower.

The one “Your Idol” had hijacked for their Honmoon performance.

The city below was quiet, too quiet. Like it was holding its breath.

Around you: velvet drapes, humming sound equipment, incense burning black in the air.

The scent was something…not quite comforting.

But hazy in a sense.

That’s when you notice it was drugged.

Everything felt distant.

Like you were watching your body from behind a wall.

Why would they drug the air? It wasn’t mentioned in the movie.

Then, it clicked. It’s not for the audience. It’s for you.

Because you can’t be hypnotized by their song.

But why? You were obedient.

Not once, you broke your end of the bargain.

So why would they drug you?

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“Please keep your promise,” you confirm. No, begged.

The words scratched their way out of your throat.

Jinu stood in front of you.

Dressed in black. Eyes glowed golden, half covered by the long hat. His markings clearly visible, no longer hiding the devil in him.

His fingers brushed your cheek.

“Of course,” he said softly.

“You’re keeping your end of the deal. So am I.”

But something in his voice sets alarms in your head.

He’s lying.

You can tell.

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, which stares down at you pitifully.

You turned. You meant to run.

But Abby was already behind you.

Smiling.

His voice was the opposite of Jinu’s, sweet, sugary, like a lullaby laced with venom.

“No more running, baby girl.”

“You’re the show tonight.”

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You barely saw the others slip in.

Mystery.

Romance.

Baby.

Each of them moved like dancers in a dream.

No, a nightmare.

Every light shift and shadow ripple was choreographed.

Rehearsed.

Like they’d waited for this.

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You stumbled, dizzy.

Your knees gave.

Abby caught you with ease, lifting you like you weighed nothing.

“Shhh. It’s just the fog,” he purred into your neck.

“We need your body loose. Your mind quiet.”

“We can’t have you make any fuss during our most important moment.”

You tried to protest but your lips felt numb.

And Jinu?

He was watching.

Quiet. Still.

But not detached.

Hungry.

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They carried you to the top of Namsan tower.

Velvet cushions. Dark silk ropes. A ring of red runes glowing faint beneath your bare feet.

And in the distance, the faint sound of an instrumental version of “Your Idol.”

Slow. Twisted. Warped.

While the ritualistic chants pound your head like drums.

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Your wrists were bound, soft, but tight. Silken cords pulled taut above your head, suspending you upright like a puppet mid-performance.

Someone unzipped the back of your dress.

Fabric peeled away.

The air hits your skin like ice.

But hands followed. Warm. Too many.

You were glad the show hasn’t actually started yet.

There’s no one in the audience.

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You couldn’t tell whose fingers were whose.

Some skimmed.

Some gripped.

Some teased with slow circles.

Jinu stood in front of you, still silent, as Abby and Baby began kissing down your neck, your collarbone, your chest.

A tongue circled your nipple.

A mouth sucked until the moan spilled from you unbidden.

You hated it.

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“You said yes,” Jinu murmured.

“You gave permission.”

“And that means you’re ours.”

A hand slid between your legs. Two fingers parted your folds and found you already wet, embarrassingly, traitorously wet.

Abby laughed softly.

“She’s ready. I told you she would be. I’ve been training her for this moment.”

Romance stepped forward.

He knelt and began to eat you out with practiced cruelty, slow, deep strokes of tongue that had no intention of mercy.

Your hips jerked.

You tried to twist away.

But the restraints held.

And so did the boys.

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Jinu still hadn’t touched you.

He just watched.

But his eyes… they burned.

Like he was memorizing your every twitch, every gasp, every time you moaned and hated yourself for it.

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When Romance pulled back, your thighs were shaking.

Your climax had hit like a wave, hot, humiliating, and unsatisfying.

You were shaking, dizzy, eyes fluttering half-closed.

You thought it was over.

It wasn’t.

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Jinu knelt in front of you next.

He unbuckled his belt with a straight face.

Eyeing you like a predator.

“Now it’s my turn.”

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You couldn’t speak.

You didn’t beg.

Maybe part of you thought this was still part of the deal.

You’d endure.

You’d give them what they wanted.

If it meant saving Rumi…

Mystery and Romance grabs each of your legs and lifts them up, making your pussy fully exposed to Jinu.

Finally, the time has come, the final rite that will put all these tortures to end…or so you thought.

When Jinu said he wants you, you thought it meant your body. But oh, how wrong could you be?

Your folds being parted by Romance’s fingers bring you back to reality, meeting Jinu’s gaze focused on your glistening cunt.

“C’mon hurry up Jinu. It’s our turn after you screw her.” Abby said impatiently.

You turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze, trying to dissociate from whatever’s going to happen to you.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Jinu demanded as he forcefully turned your head to look at him as the tip of his dick rubs against your swollen clit.

You let out an unwilling moan as the pleasure starts to build again.

“You said I could have you,” he whispered.

You did.

“Your body gets excited too easily.” Jinu groaned out as he looked at the filthy scene in front of him.

He slid into you in one slow, brutal thrust.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream.

It was too much, too thick, your body already overstimulated.

But there was no space to argue.

Just the rhythmic thrust of his hips. The grunt of pleasure. The way your body betrayed you again.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he mercilessly pounds into you.

His thick cock, thicker than any fingers Abby rams into your pussy every now and then, longer than any vibrator Baby forces inside you, forces your pussy to gash with liquids.

It pokes your womb, making you yelp in pain and pleasure.

You were crying now. Silent, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as your pussy stretched around him.

He moaned low. Deep.

“Say it or I’ll cum inside.” He threatened, making you panic and thrash around only to be held tighter by Mystery and Romance.

“N-no, don’t—hic! Ah! Don’t c-cum inside!- eek! P-please!” You sob out in between each thrust making the boy’s cock even harder.

“Say it princess, or…maybe you already have something in mind?” Abby suggests as he comes from behind and starts fondling your clit.

“Like being pregnant with Jinu’s babies? Not that we don’t want it though.” Abby continued as he smirks at Jinu who looks like he would burst just from the thought of him breeding you.

“Argh—mmh! (Y/N)…! Might as well—mmph— just- put all my seeds inside your little pussy—hah! I’m c-cum… ing!” Jinu choked out as he ride out his seman inside you making you squirt in return with a squeal at the sudden burst of warmth.

“N-no… not inside. L-let me go!” You struggled as you look at your pussy overflowing with Jinu’s white cum.

“Hey don’t spill anything.” Abby says as be block Jinu’s cum from spilling with his own dick.

Your eyes widen in surprise as he’s far thicker and girthier than Jinu.

It won’t fit.

“P-please… no more—-ah!!” You were cut mid sentence as he shoves his cock, too big to even get half in.

“Still so narrow… so good~” Abby exclaimed in pleasure as the other watched in awe.

Your tiny pussy trying it’s best to fit Abby’s giant cock, completely filled with Jinu’s cum looks so vulgar even for the demons.

Romance and Mystery stroke their own cock faster as they watch you getting violated.

Baby toys with your clit in circulation trying to make the experience more pleasant. It ain’t helping that much when the 10inches bone is plunging into your tiny cunt.

The outline of Abby’s cock is clearly visible in your abdomen making it all look more raunch.

You screams in pain as his cock now fully submerged in your pussy.

Jinu caressing your hair as he looked down at you pitifully as if he isn’t the mastermind of all these.

Sick bastard

“Now, now, don’t hate me so much (Y/N). You’ll learn to take Abby’s dick regularly in no time.” He cooed as he wiped your tears.

You cried when the demon between your legs started pounding you mercilessly as he’s close to his orgasm.

“You look better like this,” Jinu whispered.

“Unmade.”

Abby finished inside you.

You felt it drip out between your thighs, hot and sticky.

“Get a hold of yourself princess, we’ve got 3 more to go.” Romance whispers in your ear as he moves to your front, only leaving Mystery behind.

“Do you think she’ll be able to take both of us?” Mystery asks, making your eyes wide.

“Of course, Abby stretched her enough.” Romance replies as he tease his lengthy cock at your entrance.

It’s slightly curved upward.

Then in a moment you can feel Myster’s cock prodding at the same entrance.

Your eyes filled with horror but before you could protest, they invaded you whole at the same time making you cry out.

Double penetration.

Held open like a toy on display.

Your body wasn’t yours anymore.

It belonged to the mission.

To the lie you told yourself.

They aren’t as big as Jinu or Abby but both of them at the same time are excessive.

They began to fuck your cunt in sync with Mystery growling in your ears.

Every sound echoed across the rooftop stage.

You started to spasm against their cocks in their arms.

The rhythmic shove sending you into jolts.

Baby bends down to watch your pussy getting rammed by two cock making him salivate.

All those emotions come and go with every thrust they force into you.

Every ram nudges your most sensitive part making you orgasm countless times.

Your pussy gushing with juices gets them excited even more.

“She’s being so stretched out yet she can’t stop squirting.” Baby says in awe as me strokes his own dick while keeping his focus on your filled out pussy.

“Princess, take all of our cum okay?” Romance moaned. Deep.

You know they’re both close judging by their increase in speed.

You want this to be over now.

Exhausted and overstimulated.

They too, finished in you making your pussy filled to the brim with cum.

Baby gave your swollen and stretched out pussy a one long lick.

Your hole contracting with every touch, amplifying the arousal in him.

“Gosh. I’m gonna clean this violated hole. It’s so filthy.” He whimpered as he kept lapping at your folds.

You just laid there.

Legs shaking as he eats you out.

Squirting in his face before he shoves his cock in immediately with no warning.

You’re far too stretched out to be hurt.

It feels dirty in a way for Baby. He feels like he’s fucking some public use kind of hole.

Everytime me shoot, your cunt gushes with the other boy’s cum.

“What a sight.” Abby exclaimed as he starts stroking his now enlarged cock.

“Too bad we have such limited time.” Mystery sighs in disappointment.

“We just have to finish our final show and we can have the princess all to ourselves.” Romance smirks.

You look at Jinu.

Hatred would be an understatement.

Only you both know that this is the end.

He’s gonna die here.

Tonight.

Or is he?

“Yes. Our final show.” Jinu recites as he looks at you.

An expression you couldn’t read.

———————————————————————

You collapsed.

Your restraints were finally undone.

But you didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Hands cradled your body. You didn’t even know who anymore.

Your eyes fluttered open just in time to see them leaving.

You were left on the top floor of Namsan tower. Trapping you inside while they perform in the stadium downstairs.

I’m finally going home

You thought to yourself bawling out.

Tears of both relief of finally escaping this nightmare and anguish of losing grace streams down your face.

I’m free

———————————————————————

Somewhere, the Honmoon pulsed in the sky above.

The ritualistic chants got overlaid by the start of the beats.

A melody oh so familiar to you.

“I’ll be your idol.” Roared through the whole world.

You could feel it.

A vibration in your chest.

A red beam exploded through the air.

You prodded yourself up.

Your body gave out on itself due to the torment you went thru and the incense in the air making you drowsy.

They’re performing “Your idol.”

Revealing who they are.

In the distant crowd, you see hypnotized Zoey and Mira.

The final showdown is about to happen.

The guys who afflicted you with pain are gonna die.

You tried to carry your body down to the elevators.

The greed of wanting to witness the end of wrongdoers inspirited you to finally reach the bottom floor.

Clean air hits your nose as you are no longer encased in the drugged room, clearing your head.

The boys raised into the air as the song finished.

The Honmoon.

Ripped.

———————————————————————

The crowd reached out to the boys.

Not one person in the crowd in their right mind.

A few seconds passed.

Your heart is beating like a drum.

Anticipation.

Hope.

Rumi…

And just as you predicted, Rumi showed up.

Markings all over her body. Eyes glowing golden.

Her voice echos like she’s no longer human.

“And the Honmoon is gone” Gwima affirms.

It’s playing like how it should be in the movie.

“It is.” Rumi echos back until her expression changes and she bravely saids

“So we can make a new one!” And then she launched.

———————————————————————

The fight

The song

The attack of Gwima

It all played out like how it ought to be.

But one thing that’s different this time is Jinu.

He stood there.

Observing like a hawk.

His cold eyes just staring at Rumi getting attacked by Gwima.

Watching her be destroyed by Gwima.

He didn’t step in.

Till the end.

Till all of Rumi vanquished.

———————————————————————

“No,” you whispered.

“No, no, no—”

You tried to stand.

But Jinu caught you.

Cradled you like a lover.

And whispered in your ear:

“I saved her like I promised”

“She’s now at peace.”

“In heaven”

You stared at him, eyes wide with horror.

“I kept my end of the bargain.”

“Now you’re forever mine.”

———————————————————————

He smiled.

“You know, I’m glad you don’t have a soul.”

“Because even when the world is falling apart…”

“Gwima can’t have you.”

“So you’re all ours.”

———————————————————————

And then came the screams.

Far away

the sound of people.

Being devoured.

One by one.

You tried to speak.

To scream.

To fight.

But Jinu kissed your forehead.

“It’s over now.”

“We’re going home.”

———————————————————————

You sobbed.

You screamed.

You begged for Rumi.

But it was done.

The world had fallen.

The girls were dead.

And your soul, even if it was missing, was bound.

To them.

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Shall I write an epilogue or a sequel?

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NO SOUL, NO SALVATION

Part I – The Glitch, The Bargain

(~10,000+ words)

Synopsis - You transmigrated in the world of Kpdh. You were desperate. Desperate to go back to your original world. But the boys have another plan. A plan to completely trap you in their hell.

Paring - Yandere! Saja boys (mainly Jinu) x Fem! Isekai! Reader

Genre - Mature, Smut, Dark / Yandere, Angst, Fluff (slight), Idol au

Warnings - yandere, slight stalking themes, dub-con, gangbang, dubious, blowjob, possessive, toxic love, betrayal, manipulating, may or may not write part two

The first thing you noticed wasn’t the music. It was the feeling. A low hum curled beneath your ribs like bone reacting to static.

Not quite pain. Not quite melody.

More like the world whispering:

You shouldn’t be here.

You blinked against the strobe lights, the vibrating cheers, the swarm of fans packed into the side street.

On stage stood five boys dancing, grinning, glowing.

Idols.

No… not just idols.

The Saja Boys.

They performed “My Little Soda Pop” with candy-colored ease, but you couldn’t unsee the truth. You watched it just last night. On Netflix. Alone in bed.

Kpop Demon Hunters.

This exact scene. These same moves. Same smiles. But now you weren’t on your couch.

Now, there was no screen.

————————————————————

Your breath hitched. No one around you noticed. They were too busy swaying, laughing, and entranced. But you stood frozen, heart hammering.

This is a dream.

This has to be a dream.

You pinched yourself. It stings.

————————————————————

That’s when it started. Not the music that had always been playing.

The souls.

You didn’t see them with your eyes. Not at first. It was something deeper, a sense that opened like a second sight.

The crowd wasn’t just dancing. They were glowing.

Blue flickers, like candlelight through glass. And then, slowly, painfully, those lights turned red.

Not LED red. Not mood lighting.

Soul red.

You stumbled back, disoriented. Your mouth opened… to scream? To run? You didn’t know.

But then you saw something strange. Your reflection. In the store window beside you.

No red.

No blue.

No light.

Just… you.

A girl with no visible soul.

————————————————————

Someone else saw it too.

You didn’t need to turn to know.

You felt it. That weightless gravity. The gaze that hooked.

Jinu.

He stood dead center onstage, microphone raised, gaze flicking casually over the crowd.

Until it landed on you.

And stopped.

You looked away.

Quick. Too quick.

But it was already too late.

You’d become visible.

————————————————————

You went back to the place, an apartment building address written at the back of your ID card.

With keys conveniently in your bag. You jumped into bed as soon as you get home.

In hope that this is all just a dream.

Then midnight struck.

And nothing changed.

You broke out into a cold sweat.

Still here.

————————————————————

You were their new assistant, apparently. That’s the identity this world assigned you.

You checked your phone. A group chat with HUNTR/X girls.

You were in it. Your name was there.

This world didn’t think you were a glitch.

But you knew better.

————————————————————

The story has multiple canon events that you remember:

Rumi is part demon, hiding her identity.

Jinu is supposed to bond with her, soften, eventually sacrifice himself during Gwima’s final assault.

HUNTR/X defeats the Saja Boys and seals the Honmoon.

And you?

You’re just supposed to stay out of the way.

Don’t interfere.

Don’t change anything.

Just wait it out, and maybe,

maybe the story will resolve and you’ll go home.

————————————————————

And the next time he saw you was at the show Huntrix wasn’t supposed to be at.

Bobby contacted you immediately to go to the girls because they were not supposed to show up at the show where Saja boys were doing spice challenge.

The canon event where Jinu found out Rumi has markings.

The start of their relationship.

————————————————————

“Why aren’t you affected?”

The voice came from behind you, low and curious.

You spun around.

Jinu.

Up close, he didn’t look like an idol. He looked like a knife in human form.

Is the fight over? Did he help Rumi cover up her wound so that Mira and Zoey wouldn’t find out?

“You were at our debut, right?” he interrupted her thoughts. “My Little Soda Pop?”

You nodded slowly, heart caught in your throat.

“Everyone was jamming to us,” he continued. “Except you. You didn’t even blink.”

You tried to shrug.

“I don’t like crowds.”

“You didn’t like the song either.”

He said it plainly, without insult.

“I— I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to.”

He stepped closer.

“There’s no soul signature on you.”

Your mouth went dry.

He knows.

You were still trying to piece together a response when he said, almost to himself

“You’re not from here.”

A chill ran down your spine.

Of course he knew. He can see souls. But yours, it’s just not there.

You’re an empty shell.

The empty parking lot.

Just the two of you present.

You turned and walked away. You didn’t run. Just walked, stiff and fast.

Jinu didn’t follow.

But his eyes burned into your back like a curse.

————————————————————

After that, you caught him in strange places.

Not just him.

Sometimes it’s Abby. Then it Mystery, or sometimes all of them.

The back hallway. A rooftop. Once in the supply room of the rehearsal studio.

Always just standing there.

Waiting.

They never spoke.

But you could feel it… like the chill that runs down your spine.

Like you were being monitored.

————————————————————

After some times, things got… complicated.

You tried to push the story back on track.

You encouraged Rumi to talk to Jinu.

You even went so far as to tell her:

“He’s not as bad as he looks.”

Which makes it strange because she was wondering the same thing. Why did he help her out when her clothes ripped?

But he never contacted her after that event. He wasn’t curious about why she has those markings.

He has another thing on his mind. The said thing being ‘You’. The girl with no soul.

And of course you noticed their interest. They’re not exactly trying to hide it.

It’s just, it’s different than how Jinu was interested in Rumi like in the animation.

He was supposed to care for Rumi.

He was supposed to die for her.

————————————————————

One night, after a late rehearsal, you sat outside on the fire escape.

Rumi had just left crying. She couldn’t reach the note. Her voice was cracking.

You hadn’t try to comfort her.

You couldn’t. Not without breaking canon harder. It’s Jinu’s job.

That night, you opened the window and sit on the balcony.

You wiped your eyes on your sleeve, you miss home.

How long will you be stuck in this place? Is your body okay? How much time has passed in the other world? Did your parents miss you?

“You cry too easily,” came a voice.

You looked up.

Jinu.

He stepped onto the balcony railings, hands in his jacket pockets.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly.

“You’re not.”

He sat beside you.

You tensed but didn’t move away.

He was quiet for a long time.

Then he asked:

“what are you (y/n)?”

You were stunned. You didn’t think he would ask the question head on.

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

“Also, aren’t you busy? You have so much stuff to do.”

Like being with Rumi. Building a bond with her.

He tilted his head.

“Like what?”

“Like preparing for the comeback? I don’t know?”

He looked amused.

“You know what we are, don’t you?”

You turned away.

Silence.

“I-I don’t understand-“

“Why aren’t you questioning how I suddenly showed up on the 7th floor balcony?” He continued.

You turned away.

Silence

He’s right.

You’ve been caught. You didn’t think you could get caught twice.

You have no explanation to do. They wouldn’t get it. And you don’t wanna draw more attention then you already do.

The story mustn’t change. You have to go home.

“Jinu, you have to help Rumi.”

The words just… slipped out.

“And why is that?”

He asked as he rested his head on his palm. Eyes locked onto your form.

“It’s just… it’s how it’s supposed to be.”

You looked at him, locking into his gaze.

“It’ll set your soul free…from the very thing you’re running from.”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously

“And how do you know that? You don’t know me-“

“I do.” You interrupted. You didn’t wanna explain you transmigration in detail but you feel like you need to get this out to put him right back on the track.

“You’re not a bad guy. That’s one thing I’m sure of.”

He looked at you. Not sharply. Not cruelly. Just… surprised.

Like he hadn’t heard something kind in years.

His voice dropped.

“You shouldn’t say things like that to someone like me.”

You swallowed. “Why not?”

He leaned in, close enough to smell the hint of cologne beneath his stage sweat.

“Because I’ll start to feel bad for what I’m about to do.”

————————————————————

From that moment, it got worse.

He started showing up more.

Not to talk, just to be near.

And every time you tried to create space between him and Rumi, it felt like his fixation grew.

————————————————————

At first, they were just supposed to observe you. A side mission from Gwima.

Just keep an eye on the girl with no soul.

But now?

Now you felt it in the way they looked at you. Especially Jinu.

He wanted you.

————————————————————

You woke up in the middle of the night. Everyday. At 3am.

Pacing.

Panicking.

The canon was slipping. Jinu should have bonded with Rumi by now. He should be softening her.

Not you.

You looked down at your hands. They were trembling.

You had to fix this. You had to put it back.

————————————————————

You thought you were bartering with a boy who still had a heart. But Jinu was already gone. Or worse, still in there, watching, as he offered you up.

————————————————————

The next time he appeared, it was raining.

So many souls were taken as the sky broke open. Saja boys were gaining popularity. Rumi was arguing with the girls about the song lyrics and ran out.

You followed her to comfort her because there’s no one else who will. But she just disappeared into the rain.

Rain hammered the rooftops like drumming fingers, and you ducked under a low awning, soaked to your knees.

That’s where he found you.

Jinu.

Not with his idol smile. Not with the cocky tilt of a demon prince.

Just… him.

Leaning against the wall like he’d always belonged there.

Like he’d known exactly where you’d run.

“Are you still trying to fix this world?”

His voice was calm. Curious. Almost teasing.

You stiffened.

“Why are you here? You should be following Rumi…”

He smiled, not unkindly.

“And again, why is that?”

You wanted to walk away.

You should’ve.

But your legs didn’t move.

“You’ve been pushing me toward Rumi.”

“Encouraging her.”

“Avoiding me.”

He listed it all off so gently.

Like he was reciting facts. Not sins.

You swallowed. “It’s for the better.”

“For who?” he asked.

You blinked. “Everyone.”

There was silence.

Rain pooling in gutters.

Your breath fogging faintly in the cold.

And then Jinu said:

“Why do you always talk like you know something that we don’t? Like you’ve seen the ending. ”

You didn’t answer.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready to tell us. I have eternity to wait.”

What does he mean by that?

“(Y/N,) stop pushing me toward Rumi. You’re the one I love.”

Your stomach twisted.

“L-love? What? How? What’s happening?” You started walking backwards as your eyes grew wide at his confession.

“You’re the only one who’s ever looked at me like…”

He hesitated. As he took a step closer.

“…Like I’m not already damned.”

He’s getting consumed by his marks.

“You’re not,” you said before he could spiral further into his visible hurts.

“You’re not damned, Jinu.”

His gaze snapped to yours. The markings stopped glowing.

You stopped his more demonic thoughts.

And in it, for a fraction of a second, you saw something break.

————————————————————

Later, you told yourself that was the moment you lost.

It got worse from there.

He started showing up more. But never like a lover. Not even like a stalker.

He was something quieter.

Something inevitable.

Like rot in the walls.

You see him… no, them, in your nightmares.

Stripping you.

Ravaging you to the point of insanity.

Only to wake up in a cold sweat.

3AM

————————————————————

Every time you tried to get closer to Rumi, to encourage her, to keep the story on track, you felt Jinu’s presence behind you.

Watching.

Waiting.

————————————————————

The seal had begun to shimmer red, corrupted by the Saja Boys’ growing influence.

Red. Then blue. Then back to red.

Flickering like a warning.

And you knew:

The canon was slipping. The ending you knew was bleeding out.

Jinu and Rumi didn’t bond. And the final stage is about to happen.

Rumi will be exposed.

And this time, she might not come back stronger. Singing Golden. With her voice that saves the world.

And even if she did, Jinu won’t save her from Gwima.

At least not the Jinu you knew right now.

————————————————————

So you made the only choice you had left.

You decided to bargain.

With the devil himself.

————————————————————

Jinu met you that night without question.

You sent a text, no location, just a single word: “Talk?”

He was already waiting when you arrived.

Empty studio. Dim light.

Just him.

“I need your help,” you said.

He didn’t blink.

“Rumi. HUNTR/X. The Honmoon is failing. You feel it, right?”

He tilted his head. Slowly.

You went on:

“If you can stop it, if you can protect them, or stall Gwima, I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want.”

He said nothing.

“I mean it,” you pressed.

“Anything. If you promise to save them, I’ll give you—”

“You.”

One word.

Not a question.

A fact.

————————————————————

Your throat closed.

He stepped forward. Just one step.

“Say it.”

“Say you’re mine. Say I can have you. Completely.”

You opened your mouth, and closed it.

He waited.

“This world’s rules are old,” he said softly.

“Demons can’t touch humans unless they’re invited in.”

He looked at you like he already owned the answer.

“But you’re not even human, are you?”

————————————————————

You should have walked away. Should have said no.

But you thought of Rumi.

Of the girls.

Of the Honmoon fracturing.

Of the way back home.

“He can’t keep me here forever. I’ll be back to my world after the story is completed. It’s just gonna be for a moment.” You thought to yourself

And you nodded.

“If you promise to help them… then yes.”

“I’m yours.”

————————————————————

He exhaled.

Not relief. Not lust.

Something older.

Like the sigh of a lock turning.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

He stepped closer. And this time, when he reached out, you didn’t flinch.

His hand curled around your neck.

Not tight. Not cruel.

Just enough to feel your pulse hammering beneath his thumb.

“Finally… you gave me permission.”

He leaned down, lips brushing your temple.

“So now, I can have you.”

————————————————————

You thought it would end there, a kiss, maybe. A claim. Something symbolic.

But then the door opened.

And the others entered.

Abby.

Mystery.

Romance.

Baby.

Saja Boys.

All of them.

————————————————————

You stepped back.

“Wait- I didn’t-… this wasn’t the deal-…”

“It was,” Jinu said simply.

“You offered yourself. You didn’t specify who could take.”

You stared at him. He’s twisting the bargain. Can you trust him completely?

“You said you’d help them.” You asked him suspiciously.

“I did.”

A beat. He caressed your cheeks.

“I will.”

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But even then, in the blur of movement, the hands, the voices, reminds you so much of your nightmares.

“You’re just as we imagined” Mystery whispered as he goes down your slit.

You whimpered trying not to focus on the pleasure.

Abby squeezed you thighs as he holding your legs up. Pulling them apart. Making it easier for Mystery to eat you out.

His buff abs supporting your back from behind you as you are sitting on his lap

His bulge touching your back

“Just like in your dreams.” He whispered in your ears. “You were enjoying it in them too.”

Your stomach drops.

Those dreams aren’t just nightmares.

“She looks so much better than the dreams.”

Saids romance as he sucks on your nipple. His other hand unbuckling his pants.

“So much sweeter.” Mystery continues. He gives a last lick on your clit before making room for Baby.

And baby replaced his own mouth instantly on those swollen clits.

“All those sounds you’re making right now makes me wanna tear your pussy apart.”

Baby saids in his deep voice as he suck in your clit before inserting one finger inside you.

“So tight…mmmh.”

“If she’s this tight, she would be able to handle my cock.” Abby replied to Baby as he observed your pussy devouring Baby’s now 2 fingers.

You opened your eyes in terror and see Jinu just standing at the corner. Leaning against the wall. Observing.

You felt dirty. Defiled.

“Hey, don’t cry…” Romance saids as he lick your tears. Fake sympathy laced his voice, “we haven’t even gotten to the good part.” He finished with a smug.

“Open up.” Mystery came to your other side. His boner touching your lips.

“Quickly obey us, will you?” Romance too on your right side.

Both of their cocks, rock hard touching your face.

Waiting to be pleasured by your soft and wet mouth.

You open hesitantly as you cry harder. The quicker they come, the quicker this will be done.

You lick both of their tips before Romance grabs your hair and forces your head to his cock.

“Fuck. It’s so good.”

He fucks your mouth relentlessly as Mystery stroke himself between your boobs.

Their moans filled the room as your cries were muffled by Romance’s cock.

Abby’s dick grows harder as your pussy twitches against Baby’s face while you moan against Romance’s cock.

Romance came in your mouth which you cough out immediately which make him say

“Awwn, swallow it next time okay?”

And right after, Mystery releases on your boobs covering you in cum.

“Fuck, she looks so sexy.” Abby whimpered.

“Too bad we can’t fuck her pussy before Jinu does.” Baby replies as he curled his now 3 fingers in your while rolling your clits on his tongues.

“At least let me see her pussy. You’re covering her with your face.” Abby saids as he lifts your eyes up further, folding your body.

Your ass in the air as your back slide how Abby’s lap, your pussy open to the ceiling. It’s spread wide for everyone to see. Your wet slimy pussy pulsating with pleasure.

Shame.

“She was so close to coming you know.” Baby wince as he had to say goodbye to your pussy and he wipes his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make her squirt.” Abby saids seductively as he turns you over so now you’re sitting on his face.

“My turn baby girl.” He speaks against your pussy before guiding your head down to his cock.

His cock was bigger and longer than both Romance and Mystery, making you choke on it.

You tried to come back up but Mystery held your head down.

“Uh uh, keep sucking him girl. Abby’s cock will fill you up every morning in the future.”

You’re chokes and cries were muffled my his cock.

“She’s so wet Jinu. I think you can easily bang her if you want right now.” Abby talks to Jinu standing and watching in the corner, while spreading your pussy apart to show him your gaping hole lubed by your love juice.

“It’s so slippery that both my two fingers isn’t enough. She wants more.” He put another finger in your pussy while eating your out, stilling locking his gaze at Jinu’s lustful gaze.

“So tight.” Abby’s fingers were longer and thicker than Baby’s hitting your most sensitive spot making you quiver in pleasure. Your eyes rolling back into your head.

The scene looks so filthy like it came strange out of a dark web porn site.

The fact that you were being touched by 4 boys at the same time make you filled with shame.

And all the eyes on you watching you do something sacred that only lovers would do.

You pussy making squelching noises as Abby lick and suck on your clit as he fingers your hole. His other hand spreading your ass cheeks open as his thumb teased your other hole.

“How would you feel being filled up both this hole and your other hole?” He spoke against your pussy as he stuck his thumb in your ass.

It’s already lubed out by your overflowing cunt juice.

“You’re such a slut. Look at you taking in all holes. Jinu chose the right one. Don’t worry (y/n) we’ll fill all those slutty holes up with our dick.” Baby moaned out as he look at you. He’s stroking his cock as he do.

“That’s right’s. All of us can’t wait to dick you down- omg look at that pussy squeeze at my fingers. Does the thought of us fucking you gets your little hole excited?” He chuckles as his tongue plays with your bundle.

You can feel yourself getting nearer as his long fingers keeps hitting your spot and his tongue swirling at your clit.

“Ah you moaning against my dick feels so good!” Abby exclaimed as fingers you faster and sucks on your clit harder.

You screams in pleasure, shaking in quivering your hips which Abby keeps holding you down onto his face, not stopping even for a moment to breathe, well, a demon doesn’t need to.

The finger fucking at your pussy continue even after you came makes your hands gasp and gag.

You try to escape this torturous pleasure as you feel something build up in your lower stomach again making Abby smirk.

“Yes, baby girl, do it. Squirt on me. Give me all your love juice. I’ll give you mine too.” He saids as he curled his fingers in you and his left hand’s thumb that is in your ass wiggles.

His lips trapped your clit in between and tongue professionally moves to and fro, left and right so fast that it felt like a vibration coming from the best sex toy.

Your pussy felt like it has mind of its own, pushing itself down onto Abby’s lips riding the rhythm of his fingers before liquids burst out of your vagina, covering him with your juice.

He immediately came afterwards keeping your head in place making you swallow his cum.

“God that’s so lewd.” Romance claimed as he watch your pussy still spasming on Abby’s face, holes, gaping open as he pulled his thick and lengthy fingers out.

Your overflowing liquid mixing with their cum makes the room smell like sex.

Jinu walked over to you, hazy, unable to form words, only coarsed noises as he you can see his blurry form getting nearer.

“Did you like that?” He asked foully.

Disgusting. You thought.

Vile

Violated.

But a part of you still believed.

Still hoping.

That he’d not break the promise.

That somehow this was still part of the plan.

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But you didn’t know yet.

Not really.

You wouldn’t know until it was far too late.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

𝐒𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist Part 5

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: this chapter ended up being long and it’s also my first time writing a full fic smut, so I'm a little nervous putting it out there. If you enjoy it, your comments and reblogs would mean the world to me—it really helps keep me going 🥺✨

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Jinu’s lips ghosted over yours like a promise, like a storm just barely restrained. The air between you was molten—your heart beating so loud you swore he could hear it. You gasped when you felt the soft give of the mattress beneath your back, the way he laid you down like you were made of glass. But his hands trembled. Not from hesitation—but from control. From the sheer force of his need battling the reverence he held for you.

His thumb brushed your cheek, then your bottom lip—slow, as if memorizing its shape. “Are you sure?” he whispered, voice cracked with restraint. “Tell me now, baby… because if I go any further, I won’t be able to stop.”

Your body answered before your mouth could. Your fingers curled in his shirt, tugging him closer as your breath fanned over his mouth. “I want this,” you whispered, voice unsteady but certain. “You. I want you, Jinu”

Something shifted in his eyes.

The golden glow flared behind his lashes—his pupils narrowing, a low growl vibrating in his throat before he swallowed it down. His demon stirred, licking at the edges of his control, but Jinu never let go of his gentleness. He leaned in again, his voice huskier this time, raw with longing.

“Where do you want me baby?” he murmured, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. “Tell me where… how you want me.”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. The ache pulsed low in your belly, sharp and consuming. Words failed you, your lashes fluttering as your thighs squeezed together in desperate anticipation. All you could do was look at him and that was enough.

Because Jinu knew.

He groaned softly, the sound low and reverent, and you didn’t know who moved first but suddenly, your mouths collided. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was heat and hunger. His hands slid down to your waist, yanking you flush against him like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between your bodies.

You whimpered into him, fingers threading up into his dark hair and pulling—harder, the harder he kissed you. And he loved it. He moaned into your mouth, and the sound made your knees weak, even from where you lay beneath him.

His hands swept down your spine and gripped your ass with a groan, lifting your hips into his like he needed to fuse you together. You felt him—all of him—hot and hard and barely held back, pressing into you through his sweatpants.

“God, baby,” he growled against your mouth. “You’re gonna drive me insane…”

He kissed down your neck, his lips open and worshipful, tongue brushing sensitive skin with every pass. His teeth scraped gently along your throat before he soothed the sting with a kiss.

And when your breath hitched, when your hips rolled up against him instinctively, he hissed through his teeth, his forehead pressing to yours.

“Say it again,” he whispered raggedly. “Say you want me. I need to hear you.”

“I need you,” you whispered, raw and trembling. “Please, Jinu. I need you.”

He groaned against your mouth, full of desperation and reverence, like your words unraveled whatever fragile thread of control he had left.

“I’ll give you everything, baby,” he breathed, his voice shaking as he kissed you again but slower this time, deeper. “Everything.”

Jinu slid down on your body with devastating focus, his hands trailing worshipfully down your sides. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, your thighs trembling as they opened for him. And when his mouth reached the inside of your thigh, he stilled, pressing his face against your skin like he needed to ground himself. You felt him shudder.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice cracked with restraint. His nose brushed the edge of your inner thigh, his breath warm and ragged. “You smell so good, baby.”

The first lick dragged from bottom to top, slow and purposeful, making your back arch off the bed. The second was firmer—hotter—his tongue curling right where you needed it most.

Your gasp turned into a whimper. “Oh my god… yes, Jinu.”

“Mmm,” he hummed against you, the sound low and rough, like it came from somewhere deep in his chest. “That’s it, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

You reached for him blindly, fingers diving into his soft hair, anchoring yourself to the only thing that felt real—him. A soft tug was all it took—your silent plea for more—and he answered with a growl that rumbled through your core.

You barely noticed the faint rip of fabric as your panties were torn clean away, the sound swallowed by your pulse and his breath. You felt the curve of his smirk pressed to your thigh before you saw it. And then there was only him. His mouth. His tongue. The desperate, almost reverent sounds he made into your skin like he was starving.

“Please,” you breathed, voice breaking. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop…”

He didn’t. He groaned like your begging only made him hungrier and he slid his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer, holding you down like he needed to feel every tremble, every gasp.

“God, you’re dripping,” he muttered, tongue moving in maddening circles. “You want more, baby? Want me to make you fall apart?”

You nodded, helpless, your legs trembling beneath his touch. “Yes…. Please…. I’m close….”

You didn’t know your name anymore. Just his.

“That's it,” he murmured, voice muffled against you. “You’re doing so good for me… so fucking good.” You cried out, legs trembling around his shoulders, your body tightening until the world went white behind your eyes. His voice was the only thing that kept you tethered, whispering praises like a mantra. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Just like that. Let me feel it.”

When the high finally ebbed, you collapsed into the mattress, breathless and blinking through tears.

Jinu slowly rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared at you with dark, reverent eyes.

You could barely breathe. Your limbs were trembling, your chest rising and falling with uneven gasps. But Jinu didn’t give you a second to retreat.

His hands skimmed up your sides, slow and reverent, until they found the hem of your dress. He paused.

“Can I?” he asked, voice rough with need, but still gentle—like he needed your permission more than anything.

You nodded, whispering, “Yes…”

That single word broke something in him. He sat back on his knees and pulled the dress up and over your head, his knuckles brushing your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When your bra came into view, he let out a quiet, guttural groan that vibrated straight down your spine.

“God, look at you,” he murmured, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached up to trace the curve of your breast through the lace. “So perfect.”

His fingers trembled slightly as they reached for the delicate lace covering your chest. He traced the curves reverently, his thumbs sweeping slowly over your nipples through the fabric, coaxing a soft, involuntary arch from your body. You let out a shaky breath, and he smiled dark and soft at the same time.

Then his lips were on you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue circled your nipple. He sucked gently through the lace, drawing a soft moan from your lips that made him growl low in his chest.

“Jinu…” you gasped, hips shifting beneath him.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “I know. I’ve got you.”

He reached behind you, unclasping your bra with practiced ease, and when it fell away, he stilled, drinking in the sight of you bare.The way his eyes roamed slowly across your body made you feel like you were being unraveled thread by thread, his silence louder than any words.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered.

Embarrassed under the heat of his stare, you instinctively moved your arms across your chest, trying to cover yourself. You couldn’t meet his eyes. But before you could retreat further, Jinu caught your wrists in his hands, firm but gentle.

“Don’t,” he murmured, voice soft but commanding. “Don’t hide from me.”

You swallowed, unable to meet his eyes.

He leaned in, brushing his nose along your jaw, his breath hot against your skin. “You don’t have to be shy, baby. You’re beautiful.” His lips hovered over your ear. “And you’re mine.”

Your breath hitched.

His hands slid up your sides again, reverent and slow, until they cradled the curves of your breasts. “Don’t hide what’s mine, baby.”

His thumbs brushed over your nipples, coaxing a soft, involuntary moan from you. You arched slightly, breath hitching.

He leaned in, his mouth claiming one nipple while his hand massaged the other, his fingers rolling the sensitive peak between them with just enough pressure to make your legs twitch. His tongue circled slowly, dragging heat through your body in waves, and then he sucked, slow and deep drawing a startled cry from your lips.

Your fingers dove into his hair, holding on, grounding yourself.

Jinu groaned in response, mouth still full of you. “So soft,” he murmured against your skin. “So fucking sweet.”

His hand squeezed your other breast more firmly, kneading in rhythm with the strokes of his tongue. Then he switched, kissing a slow path across your chest before taking your other nipple between his lips, tongue flicking, mouth warm and relentless.

You whimpered, hips shifting beneath him, the ache building again, more intense this time. Your head tipped back against the pillows as he left gentle nips along the curve of your breast, trailing kisses up your sternum, over your collarbone, before sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.

“Jinu—”

“I want them to see,” he rasped. “Want them to know you’re taken.”

He pressed another hickey on the curve of your breast, then another near your collarbone. You were breathless, writhing beneath him, your hands cradling his head as he kissed and sucked and licked every inch he could reach, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of your skin.

“Please,” you whispered, voice breaking. “Please, I need….”

Your head lolled back against the pillow, mind floating, body arching into his mouth with a need that made you dizzy. He kept worshipping you with his lips, dragging his tongue in slow spirals, leaving tender hickeys over the softest parts of you like he was painting proof of his possession.

By the time he pulled back, your chest was flushed, glistening, covered in his mouth and his marks. You were breathless. His hands framed your waist, eyes dark and wild with reverence.

Then he stood. Slowly. His chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. And even with the distance between you, your body still burned where his hands had been.

“Jinu…” you whispered, reaching for him without realizing it. Your voice was small, cracked. “Please…”

His head dropped back for a second, exhaling sharply like your voice had wrecked him. He looked down at you—messy, bare, still trembling—and something about you in that moment must’ve undone him completely.

“I know, pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice low and thick. “I know.”

Your eyes followed him instinctively, your body still buzzing from the heat of his mouth, your skin marked by his reverence.

And then—your gaze dropped.

The bulge in his sweatpants was impossible to ignore now. Your breath hitched as you watched him curl his fingers into the waistband. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you exhaled shaky and wanting.

He undressed slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Every inch he revealed made your chest tighten, not just from desire but from how vulnerable, how intimate, this moment felt.

You reached for him, your fingers brushing along the firm lines of his abdomen, desperate to feel closer but before you could move any further, Jinu caught your wrist and gently pushed you back into the sheets.

“No, sweetheart,” he murmured, leaning over you, his voice like velvet and smoke. “You don’t need to come to me. I’m right here.”

You whimpered, breathless and aching beneath him. “Jinu… please…”

His eyes darkened, flicking over every inch of you as if memorizing the image of you spread out before him. “Please what baby?” he asked, voice thick. “You want me to fill up your pretty little pussy?”

That low growl in his tone made your breath catch. Your back arched, your thighs spreading instinctively. “Yes,” you whispered, voice trembling with need.

That broke whatever restraint he had left.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his hand sliding down your thigh, gripping it firmly as he nestled himself between your legs. His other hand braced beside your head, grounding you. “So eager… so wet. All for me.”

He guided his cock between your thighs, dragging the thick head slowly along your wet folds. Both of you gasped at the contact his breath catching, your back arching from the tease.

“Fuck…” he growled, barely holding on. You whimpered as the tip nudged against your entrance, slick and hot. “Jinu…”

He looked down, eyes hooded and feral, precum smearing against your skin as he slowly rocked his hips forward, letting the head slip just barely inside.

“Tell me,” he murmured, voice low and trembling with restraint. “Do you want me baby?” His eyes darkened. “Do you want all of us?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “I want all of you. I want you. Please…”

That was all he needed.

With a quiet curse, he pushed in, slow and deep. Your lips parted in a soft cry, the stretch making your thighs tremble. Jinu groaned low in his throat as he sank into you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed.

“Shit… baby, you’re—” he breathed, voice strained. “So tight, so warm… every part of you, made for me.”

Your hands gripped his arms, your body curling around him as he bottomed out. A helpless moan escaped you as the pressure and fullness overwhelmed you.

Jinu stilled, breathing hard, letting you adjust to him. “You okay?” he whispered, brushing a kiss to your temple.

You nodded, eyes glossy. “Y-Yeah. Just… move. Please.”

His hips began to rock, slow at first, each stroke making you gasp as he dragged against your most sensitive spots. The rhythm built naturally, fluid and hypnotic, the friction sending waves of heat curling through your spine.

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, watching the way you unraveled beneath him, the way your breath caught, the way your body welcomed every thrust.

Jinu’s mouth found your throat, your shoulder, your lips, whispering praises in between. “You’re mine,” he breathed against your ear. “I’ll never let you go again.”

You moaned his name again, your nails digging into his back. “Harder,” you breathed. “Don’t stop please…”

The only sounds were your breathless moans, the soft creak of the bed, and the quiet slap of skin meeting skin. It felt like time was slowing, narrowing down to just the two of you.

A heat rolled off his skin—deeper, darker, more primal.

Your hands splayed across his back, and that’s when you saw it. His skin had begun to deepen in color, taking on a smooth violet hue, and glowing dark marks trailed up his sides, his shoulders, and now his cheekbones. His golden eyes gleamed with slitted pupils, feral but still full of love. His hands—no longer just hands—now tipped with sharp claws that sank into the bed beside your head, trembling with the effort to stay gentle.

But you weren’t afraid. You were in awe.

You reached up, brushing your fingertips along one glowing mark on his jaw. “I see you,” you breathed. “All of you. I love you.”

His whole body trembled at your touch.

“You have no idea what that does to me,” he growled, voice hoarse and reverent all at once.

He began to move, slow and deliberate at first, grinding deep enough to make your breath hitch. His strokes weren’t fast—they were consuming. His hips rolled into yours with a rhythm that bordered on desperate reverence, like he wanted to carve himself into your soul with every thrust. And he was—your body responded to him like a match to flame, your head tilting back, soft moans slipping from your lips as your fingers tightened around his arms.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, burying his face in your neck. “So fucking good… I can’t get enough of you.”

You whimpered beneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him impossibly closer. Your body was already trembling, overwhelmed by the mix of physical pleasure and emotional weight—the bond between you and Jinu now glowing, alive, wrapping around both your hearts like chains made of light.

Then he said it.

“I love you,” he gasped against your skin, his thrusts faltering for just a moment. “I love you so fucking much.”

Your heart shattered and swelled all at once.

“We love you so much,” he added, voice thick and trembling as the connection flared brighter, the bond no longer just between the two of you. “You’re ours, baby. Forever.”

“Damn it,” Jinu growled, his voice breaking into something low and feral as the last thread of restraint snapped.

His body surged into yours, harder now, deeper, the rhythm relentless. Every thrust hit with purpose, striking that devastating spot inside you that made your spine bow off the mattress, made stars dance behind your eyes.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, sharp and unfiltered, but all you could hear was him—his ragged breaths, his trembling groans, the soft curses spilling from his lips as he lost himself in the feel of you.

“You’re perfect,” he panted, the muscles in his arms flexing as he braced himself above you. One hand pressed flat against your lower belly, possessive and firm, making you feel every inch of him buried inside. “Look at you… taking me so well. So tight around me, baby. Like your body was made for this. Made for me.”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Your mouth fell open, but only breathless gasps slipped out, your body trembling from the force of the pleasure winding tight inside you. You were spiraling, dizzy, drunk on him.

He dipped lower, his lips brushing your cheek before grazing your ear. “You love it, don’t you?” he whispered, voice wicked and reverent all at once. “You love how I fill you… how I own you.”

You whimpered in response, your fingers digging into his back, nails scraping over glowing marks. That was all he needed. Jinu’s grin turned dark—proud, hungry—and his hand slid lower, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs.

He rubbed slow at first, taunting, circling, then picked up pace, matching the rhythm of his hips. You cried out, your entire body jolting beneath him as the pleasure turned blinding. It was unbearable and addictive, like he was drawing something sacred from you.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his jaw clenched, hips snapping harder. His movements were no longer careful. They were claiming, desperate, overwhelming. “You’re so close. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

Your body clenched around him without warning, the release crashing over you like a wave of pure light. Your back arched, your lips parted in a silent cry as every nerve in your body lit up, shattered, then melted into molten bliss.

A guttural moan ripped from his throat as he thrust deep one last time, your body dragging him over the edge with you. His forehead dropped to yours, his breath hot and shaky, arms locked tight around you as he let go inside you, completely, fully, yours.

Your body was still trembling, limbs loose and heavy, a delicious warmth spreading through every muscle like a lullaby. Your eyelids fluttered as you tried to stay present, but your body was already sinking, soft and spent against the mattress.

Jinu didn’t move right away. He hovered over you, his breath still uneven, chest rising and falling against yours. One of his hands slid up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing beneath your eye where a tear had dried. His voice, when he finally spoke, was low and reverent.

“Don’t sleep yet, baby,” Jinu murmured, his voice rough but soft. You felt his knuckles brush your cheek as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “Let me take care of you.”

You blinked your eyes open slowly, just enough to see the faint glow still flickering in his golden eyes. His skin had faded back from violet to its usual warmth, but the memory of his marks glowing against your skin still lingered in your mind.

He slid away from the bed briefly, and you whimpered faintly at the loss of him. But he was quick. You watched through heavy lids as he returned with a warm cloth and a glass of water, already rolling his sleeves up. The contrast between how fiercely he’d taken you and how tenderly he now touched you was dizzying. He parted your legs gently, murmuring soft praises as he began to clean you up with slow, careful strokes.

“You were perfect,” he whispered, gaze locked on yours as if daring you to look away. “You did so good for me. My girl. My good girl.”

Each word made your chest flutter.

You winced slightly from the sensitivity, and Jinu immediately pressed a kiss to your inner thigh—then another, closer to your hip. “Shh… I’ve got you. You’re okay,” he murmured, his thumb gently tracing over your skin.

You reached for his hand, weakly lacing your fingers through his. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle, one by one, lingering on the curve of your wrist where your pulse fluttered.

“Arms up, baby,” he coaxed, holding the oversized long-sleeve open. You obeyed with a sleepy hum, and he carefully slipped the fabric over your head, pulling it down your arms like you were fragile silk. It hung loose and soft on your frame, draping you in his scent.

“There,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “You look beautiful in my shirt.”

You mumbled his name, nearly lost in the haze.

He chuckled softly and pulled you into his arms. “I know, baby. I know you’re tired.”

As he settled you into his chest, you burrowed instinctively closer. His heartbeat was steady beneath your cheek, a rhythm that soothed you more than words ever could. His fingers stroked through your hair slowly, again and again, lulling you into the edge of sleep.

“You did so good for me,” he said quietly, reverently. “My pretty girl… letting me in like that. Letting me have you.”

You had fallen asleep with your cheek pressed to his chest, lips slightly parted, breath soft and even—like all the tension had finally drained from your body. The aftermath of your bond’s deepening still hummed faintly in the air, like static after lightning. The room felt sacred. Still. Warm.

Jinu didn’t sleep right away.

Instead, he lay there, unmoving, barely breathing, as if he might disturb the way you were wrapped around him. One of his hands rested protectively on your hip, the other slowly, almost reverently, lifted to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered there, tracing the curve of your cheek with a feather-light touch.

His golden eyes—no longer glowing but still bright with emotion—searched your sleeping face like it was the only thing that mattered. And to him, it was.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice barely more than breath. “My girl. My everything.”

He leaned in and pressed the softest kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips—just a whisper of touch. You stirred faintly in your sleep, nuzzling closer to him, and he let out a shaky breath, the kind only a man on the edge of obsession lets slip.

He trailed his fingers down the slope of your jaw, then over your collarbone, not to wake you, but to memorize every inch of your skin. His gaze darkened slightly, possessive, reverent.

“I don’t think you’ll ever understand what you’ve done to me. How deep I’ve fallen for you.” He chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it—just a weightless kind of awe. “It’s not just me anymore. We all feel it. We’ve tried to stay away. Tried to be patient. But now…”

Your hand twitched faintly in your sleep, fingers curling into his shirt. Jinu brought that hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across your knuckles, then holding it against his heart.

“Now you’re here. And you’re ours.”

He held you tighter, his nose nuzzling into your hairline, breathing you in.

“I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “I’ll love you until my last breath. Even after.”

His thumb grazed over your knuckles one last time, and only then did his own eyes begin to flutter shut. But even as sleep pulled him under, his hold on you didn’t loosen. Not even a little.

He slept with his forehead against yours, arms wrapped around your waist, a soft, satisfied hum leaving his lips as he sank into slumber with you.

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Warmth surrounded you before your mind had even fully woken. A slow breath puffed against the back of your neck, and strong arms were wrapped securely around your waist, a soft hum of contentment rising from the chest pressed against your back.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to see Jinu’s face. Relaxed, peaceful, utterly unguarded in sleep. His lips were parted ever so slightly, lashes dark against his cheeks, and even now, he looked like something carved from a dream.

You turned gently in his hold, you reached up and brushed a knuckle against his temple, your heart thudding a little harder when he leaned into your touch.

You didn’t want to move. But the soft pangs of thirst and the lingering ache in your limbs told you you needed to.

Carefully, you eased yourself from his grip, one breath at a time.

Jinu stirred slightly, a low sound escaping his throat as he rolled onto his stomach,one arm tucked beneath the pillow, the other stretched toward where you’d been. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, the sculpt of his back bare and on full display.

Long, red scratches trailed down his back.

Your scratches.

The sight made your stomach clench and your cheeks burn. Your fingers twitched with the memory of digging into him, of holding onto him like your life depended on it. The shirt he’d given you last night hung off one shoulder now, loose and far too big, but doing little to hide the evidence.

You padded quietly into the kitchen, fingers rubbing the sleep from your eyes, expecting silence—maybe the soft hum of the fridge or the distant tick of a clock.

But instead… four pairs of eyes turned to you all at once.

Abby, standing near the window with a mug in hand. Mystery leaning back against the island, arms crossed, his dark gaze heavy. Baby perched lazily on the counter, a spoon still hanging between his fingers. And Romance, seated at the table like he’d been waiting for you.

The room fell silent.

You blinked, heart stuttering. “Oh,” you said softly. “You’re all here.”

No one answered right away. Their gazes had dropped slowly and hungrily trailing down the oversized black long-sleeve that hung off one of your shoulders. Jinu’s shirt. The hem barely brushed the tops of your thighs, and the hickeys blooming along your collarbone were impossible to ignore.

One of the sleeves had slipped down just far enough to make Mystery’s throat bob as he looked away, his fingers flexing against the countertop. Abby’s jaw tensed, knuckles white around his mug.

“Hyung’s shirt?” Baby asked with a low whistle, eyes glinting with something dark and teasing. “Damn, sweetheart… You’re gonna kill us before breakfast.”

Romance’s voice broke the tension. “Come here,” he said, soft but firm, lifting his hand in a quiet beckon.

You blinked again, still too sleepy to read the shift in their energy. Your feet moved before your thoughts did. Romance sat down and tugged you gently onto his lap, his large hands settling around your waist like it was instinct. Warmth bloomed at your cheeks, but you didn’t resist. His chest was solid against your back, and he smelled like cedarwood and something faintly sweet.

“You sleep okay?” he murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle his nose into your hair.

You nodded. “Mhm.”

“Of course she did,” Baby muttered with a smirk, sipping his drink. “Hyung made sure of it.”

Abby shot him a warning glance, but Baby just shrugged and chuckled, clearly pleased with himself.

His hands settled on your thighs, thumbs slowly stroking soft circles against your skin through the oversized fabric of Jinu’s shirt. The hem had already risen dangerously high when you climbed into his lap, and every lazy brush of his fingers made it ride higher. You didn’t realize how much of your skin was showing… but the boys definitely did.

Abby was standing by the counter, pretending to stir something in a mug, his jaw tense. Baby had frozen mid-bite, spoon hovering in the air as his eyes flicked away with effort, and Mystery was gripping the edge of the table, his expression unreadable—but his knuckles were white.

Romance didn’t stop. His mouth found that one spot on your neck—just over the bruise Jinu had left hours ago. He let his lips linger there before nipping lightly, a teasing graze of his teeth.

You squirmed, startled more by the heavy silence in the room than the kiss itself. But Romance’s grip tightened, steadying you with fingers that said don’t move unless I let you.

He chuckled softly, voice lowering until it was a purr against your throat. “Don’t squirm, baby,” he warned, possessive and smooth. “You’re driving them insane.”

You blinked at him, flustered. “I didn’t mean—”

“I know.” he whispered, kissing that spot again, slower this time.. “You never mean to. That’s the problem.”

Your breath hitched.

The others were quiet—too quiet. You dared a glance and saw Baby’s head drop, the tips of his ears red. “Hyung, you’re gonna break all of us at this rate,” he muttered, trying to sound light, but the strain in his voice was impossible to miss.

Romance only smirked. “She walked in like this,” he murmured, brushing a thumb over your hip. “Not my fault she’s making us lose our minds.”

You blinked, flustered, suddenly aware of the heat of all their eyes on you.

But then, Romance shifted gears. He reached over with his free hand and picked up a spoonful of soft egg from the table. “Open up, baby,” he said gently, holding it out to you like it was the most innocent thing in the world.

And somehow, with his hand wrapped around your thigh and his breath against your neck, it felt anything but.

Still, you obeyed. You opened your mouth, and he fed you gently, watching you chew with far too much satisfaction in his eyes. “Good girl,” he whispered, almost too quietly for the others to hear.

Abby appeared beside you a beat later, setting down a glass of water with more force than necessary. “You need to hydrate,” he muttered, eyes flicking to your bare thighs before quickly turning away.

You blinked. “Oh. Thank you, Abby,” you said softly.

Romance only chuckled under his breath and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, letting the fabric slip a little farther.

Mystery followed next, he placed a dish of fruit in front of you with practiced calm. “Eat slowly,” he said, eyes lingering just a second too long on your flushed face. “You need to regain your strength.”

Romance’s fingers brushed the corner of your lips with a napkin, slow and indulgent, like he was savoring the excuse to touch you. “One more bite, baby,” he coaxed, holding the spoon out. You leaned forward, obedient without thinking, but the warmth of his lap and the way his arm tightened around your waist made it impossible to ignore the closeness.

And then there was Baby... well, Baby was grinning. Which was always a warning. He slid into the seat beside you, leaned in, and bumped your knee with his own. His grin was playful, but his eyes burned.

“So…” Baby finally said, cocking his head to the side, that mischievous glint in his eyes as he rested his cheek against his hand. “Hyung treat you right?”

You froze just as Romance brought a piece to your lips. You choked, coughing as the bite went down the wrong way, a strangled gasp leaving your throat.

“Baby!” Romance barked, shooting him a glare as he immediately shifted, hand soothing down your back. “Breathe, sweetheart. I've got you.” His voice was gentle, even as he glared at Baby over your shoulder. “Seriously?”

Abby let out a sharp sigh and threw a dish towel at Baby’s head. “Do you ever think before you talk?”

“Ow—hey, what?!” Baby ducked, laughing. “I didn’t mean anything bad. Just—look at her.” He gestured at you dramatically. “She’s glowing. Look at those legs. Look at that neck. She's wearing Hyung’s shirt and nothing else.”

Mystery pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, “You’re the reason we have to hide bodies.”

You were coughing less now, though your face still felt like it was on fire. “You guys are so embarrassing,” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands.

Romance chuckled, low and amused. His arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you snug against his chest. “Ignore him. He’s just jealous,” he murmured in your ear, his voice like velvet. “He’ll get his turn.”

That only made your breath hitch, and Baby nearly groaned again, running a hand through his hair.

“You can’t just say things like that, hyung,” he mumbled, trying to play it cool, but the way his eyes lingered on the curve of your exposed shoulder said otherwise.

“You’re not helping,” you whispered back, completely mortified.

You swatted at his chest weakly, but he caught your wrist and kissed your knuckles instead, his eyes dark with something tender—something possessive.

You sank further into Romance’s lap, hiding your face behind your hand. “Can I please have a normal breakfast?” you whispered, still coughing, cheeks burning.

That made Baby chuckle, but before he could speak again, Mystery tossed him a warning look over his shoulder.

“Tease her again and I’m personally locking you out of this penthouse,” he said coolly.

“Ouch,” Baby mocked, holding his chest. “So much for brotherhood.”

“Try breathing through your other nostril next time,” Abby muttered.

The moment your laugh slipped out, soft and unguarded, every head turned.

Romance leaned in, brushing his nose along your temple, and whispered, “There it is….”

Abby’s expression softened, the storm in his eyes dimming. Mystery’s tense posture eased as he sat down beside you, folding his arms on the table. Even Baby looked caught off guard for a moment, lips parting before he settled into a quiet grin.

“Don’t laugh like that unless you want all of us to fall harder,” Baby mumbled, eyes lowering.

“I think she already has,” Mystery murmured under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch. His words hung in the air like gravity.

You paused, looking around at them—all of them. These five men, demons or not, who surrounded you with such intensity. Who looked at you like you were made of stars. Who didn’t even try to hide how deeply they were falling.

A slow smile tugged at your lips again, this time softer… more vulnerable.

You didn’t know exactly what this meant. Not yet. But as their eyes drank you in like you were the only thing keeping them grounded—

You knew one thing for certain.

Whatever this was… It was starting to feel dangerously close to home.

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Jinu’s brows furrowed the second his hand met cold sheets. The warmth that had clung to the space beside him was gone. He sat up abruptly, golden eyes flicking around the room. The curtains were drawn just enough to let in morning light, dust dancing in beams across the floor. But you were nowhere in sight.

He reached out instinctively, as if the bond would answer him more clearly than his eyes could. And though he could still feel you—distant, calm—it wasn’t the same. The absence of your weight, your scent, the softness of your breath beside him made something primal twist in his gut.

“Sweetheart?” he called, voice rough with sleep and something heavier beneath it.

He was about to get up when the door creaked open and Baby peeked his head in, followed by Abby and Romance, walking in like they owned the place.

“Someone’s awake,” Baby sing-songed, eyes sweeping across the room with a lazy grin. “Damn, hyung. This place looks like a crime scene.”

Romance gave a low whistle as he surveyed the sheets hanging half-off the bed, the dents in the mattress, and claw marks etched faintly into the headboard. “ Looks like someone had a very good night.”

Abby didn’t say a word at first. He knelt quietly, reaching down to pick something off the floor. He held it up between two fingers—your torn underwear. The delicate fabric was barely intact.

“Oh,” Baby laughed. “Oh. That’s hers?”

Jinu groaned, dragging a hand through his tousled hair, too dazed and still half-hard to be embarrassed. “She didn’t seem to mind losing it,” he muttered, his voice rough with sleep and leftover arousal.

Baby doubled over laughing. “Hyung, seriously?! It’s literally torn in half.”

Jinu finally stood, wearing only sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his torso bare, muscles shifting as he stretched his neck. “Where is she?” His voice had lost its sleepiness, laced now with concern. “I couldn’t feel her right away.”

“She’s with Mystery,” Abby replied. “He’s giving her a bath.”

“No need to panic,” Romance added, tilting his head. “He’s taking good care of her. You wore her out.”

Jinu’s eyes darkened at the thought, and then he groaned quietly. “Tch. Guess I didn’t do enough if she can still move.”

The room fell silent.

Baby’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious right now?”

“Jinu,” Abby muttered, deadpan. “She was barely walking. Mystery had to carry her halfway to the bathroom.”

Romance blinked in disbelief. “You left her covered in hickeys and bruises and you’re saying that wasn’t enough? Have you even looked at yourself?”

Abby walked behind him and smirked. “Speaking of—” He dragged two fingers gently down Jinu’s spine. Jinu flinched slightly as Abby traced the fresh red scratches running across his back. “She really clawed you up.”

Jinu didn’t even try to hide the satisfied growl in his throat. He reached over his shoulder, dragging a finger lazily down the angry red scratches that lined his back.

“She wanted to mark me,” he said simply. “So I let her.”

“Of course that pleases you,” Baby muttered.

Romance groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You're unbelievable.”

“Obsessed,” Abby muttered, but there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Completely wrecked.”

Jinu didn’t even deny it. “She’s ours. What do you expect?”

Baby folded his arms, lips twitching. “I mean, yeah. But at this point, you’re setting the bar real high. If she’s already struggling to stand…”

“Then maybe next time, she won’t leave my bed so soon,” Jinu said, eyes gleaming, voice dropping into that low, possessive tone that made all three of them pause.

Romance let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “She’s never going to get a break between the five of us.”

“That’s the point,” Jinu said, leaning back again, casual but wrecked, his voice all smoke and satisfaction. “She doesn’t need to.”

The tension in the air hadn’t faded.

Romance leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. His gaze flicked toward the door as if he could hear the water still running down the hall. “So… what now?”

Jinu didn’t move. “What do you mean?”

Abby sat on the arm of a nearby chair, his voice low but clear. “The mission. The souls. The reason we’re even here.”

Baby let out a scoff. “You really think any of us are gonna keep stealing human souls now?”

Silence settled over the room again. Heavy, this time.

Romance finally spoke, slower now. “We were sent here to feed. Corrupt. Harvest.” He exhaled through his nose. “But after her? After this? I can’t even look at another human without thinking about how it would break her if she knew.”

Jinu’s jaw ticked, and he finally sat upright. “We’re not doing it.”

All eyes turned to him.

“I’ll talk to Rumi,” he said. “We find another way. No more feeding on the humans. No more manipulation. If we want to stay near her…” His gaze darkened, fangs flashing slightly behind his lips, “...then no one touches another soul.”

Baby blinked. “You really think the hunter's gonna listen to you?”

Jinu’s golden eyes gleamed. “She will. Because if she doesn’t, I’ll make her.”

Abby didn’t argue. He just nodded once, quiet approval in his eyes.

Romance sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This bond… it’s changed everything. I can’t explain it. It’s like she’s in my blood now. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t need anything else.”

Baby sat up slowly, his gaze flicking toward the hallway. “Speaking of what’s ours…”

Romance sighed. “Don’t say it.”

Baby dropped onto the floor dramatically, lying back with a groan. “You’re all so serious, damn. Can we go back to the part where she’s naked in a bathtub right now?”

That broke the mood instantly.

Romance rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

Abby raised a brow. “You’re the one who said she could barely walk. What do you think’s happening in there?”

Jinu growled under his breath, sharp and low. “If Mystery puts his hands where I think he is…”

“He’s washing her, hyung,” Baby said, throwing an arm over his face with a groan. “I’m suffering, okay? Let me cope.”

Romance chuckled. “You’re suffering?”

“She’s soft, wet, and glowing,” Baby muttered. “And we’re just sitting here like idiots.”

Abby stood. “Then maybe go check if the bath’s done.”

Baby sat up instantly. “You think?”

“Or,” Jinu said dryly, “we could give her the privacy she deserves.”

There was a pause.

Then Baby grinned. “You mean the same privacy you destroyed last night?”

Jinu didn’t answer. He just smirked.

Romance shook his head. “We’re all doomed.”

“We’ve always been doomed,” Abby said quietly. “Now we just have something worth burning for.”

Jinu clenched his fists.

“I should’ve made sure she couldn’t walk for at least a week.”

Baby groaned, throwing his head back. “Hyung. We’re already losing our minds. Please stop talking like that unless you want us all to combust.”

Abby tilted his head. “You’re the one who brought it up.”

Romance exhaled, his eyes glowing faintly gold. “We’ve already changed. It’s not about feeding anymore. It’s about keeping her full. Happy. Safe. That’s our new mission.”

Baby muttered, “I’ll keep her full, alright—”

“Baby.” Three voices snapped at once.

He threw up his hands with a grin. “I’m joking… mostly.”

Then he stood, stretching slowly. “So… are we just gonna wait, or are we checking on her?”

The bond flared then, subtle but unmistakable.

A soft flutter of emotion—contentment, then a flicker of want.

She was thinking about them.

Romance inhaled sharply. “She misses us.”

Baby shot to his feet. “Now can we go there?”

“No,” Abby and Jinu said in unison.

“Why not?”

“Because she deserves peace after last night,” Jinu said. “Let Mystery take care of her.”

Romance stood. “If we go there now, we’ll overwhelm her.”

Baby snorted. “That’s the goal.”

Jinu looked toward the hall. “Five more minutes.”

“Or?” Abby asked.

“Or I make sure none of you get to touch her for the rest of the day.”

“Oh, hell no—” Baby sputtered, already half out of his seat.

Romance let out a low, amused laugh. “You’re lucky she’s your mate too,” he murmured. “If she weren’t, I’d be fighting you for real after a threat like that.”

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The warm scent of jasmine floated lazily in the air, clinging to the soft steam rising from the bath. You were sunk into the tub, your body hidden beneath a thick layer of delicate bubbles, your skin tingling from the heat—and from him.

Mystery sat on a low stool beside the bath, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his focus utterly devoted to you. He’d been so careful, so tender—his touch ghosting along your skin like you were something sacred. With one hand, he dipped the sponge again into the water, then gently drew it along your arm in slow, soothing strokes.

“You really don’t have to,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers followed behind, rinsing the lather with a gentle pour of warm water. “I can take care of myself.”

His voice was quiet, calm, but there was something unyielding underneath. “I want to.”

Your breath hitched. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

Mystery’s lips quirked, but he didn’t press. Instead, he reached around you and began to gently scrub your back, his touch firm yet careful, like he was afraid to break you. His knuckles brushed the nape of your neck, then down to your shoulder blades, and you swore the sensation lit sparks down your spine.

The heat wasn't just from the bath anymore. It came from the way his fingers lingered on your skin. The way his voice dropped when he said your name. The way your bond tugged—insistent, magnetic, and dizzying.

You shifted slightly in the water, bubbles rising with the movement. Your breath felt short, fluttering. And when your eyes met his again, you knew he felt it too.

That pull.

The ache.

“Are you feeling needy, sweetheart?” he asked, voice pure velvet now. Teasing. Dangerous in its gentleness.

You glared—only it wasn’t very threatening, not with your cheeks flushed and your eyes wide. “No.”

He chuckled low in his throat. “That pout says otherwise.”

“I’m not pouting.”

He tilted his head, letting his hand dip just slightly into the water, fingers brushing the surface near your wrist. “Mm, you are. And you’re adorable when you are. Makes me want to keep you like this.”

“Like what?” you asked breathlessly, heart stammering as his fingers ghosted up your arm.

“Naked,” he said simply. “Soft. Wrapped in steam. Needy only for me.”

You couldn’t stop the little noise that slipped out—a mix between a gasp and a whimper—and that’s when you knew he wasn’t going to let you off easy.

He leaned closer, eyes locked on yours. “You want a kiss, don’t you?”

The bubbles shifted with your breath. You stared at him, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

He smirked. “Say it.”

You shook your head, a soft pout forming.

“Poutier than ever,” he murmured, then leaned in and captured your mouth before you could protest again.

The kiss was soft at first. So soft it stole your breath. His lips tasted like warmth and slow-burning fire. But when your hand slid wetly up to the edge of the tub, gripping his arm, that was when the kiss deepened.

He tilted his head, claiming your mouth with a gentle dominance that made your toes curl under the water. His hand slid behind your neck, thumb stroking the hinge of your jaw while his other braced the tub’s edge beside you. Every part of him felt like he was holding back—like he wanted more, but wouldn’t take it unless you asked.

You moaned into his mouth, and he drank the sound in like he needed it to survive.

The kiss deepened until you were breathless, your fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him closer—closer—

A soft knock sounded at the door. Then, it cracked open.

“Hey… are you—” Baby’s voice cut off.

You startled slightly, but Mystery didn’t even flinch. He lifted his head slowly, brushing one last kiss to your cheek before turning toward the door.

“She's fine,” he said coolly.

“Baby?” Jinu’s deep voice cut through the steam like velvet, followed closely by Baby’s dramatic sigh.

“Oh, now this isn’t fair,” Baby groaned from the doorway. “She’s all soft and glowing and half-naked, and we’re stuck out there pretending to care about ethics.”

Romance stepped in behind them, towel over his shoulder, eyes dark with heat—but calm. Abby followed silently, his gaze moving straight to your face like he was checking your every breath.

You instinctively shifted in the water, though the bubbles still covered you. “I’m okay,” you said softly, voice small in the mist.

Mystery didn’t move. He just continued brushing his hand across your collarbone, protective and unbothered by the others. His voice remained even.

Jinu came to kneel beside the tub, opposite Mystery. His eyes roamed your face, then down to your glistening shoulders and the curve of your neck. “Are you sore?” he asked gently, fingers reaching to cup your cheek.

“A little,” you admitted, leaning into his touch.

Abby rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “We just wanted to check on you. You’ve been in here a while.”

“She was getting attention,” Mystery said, casually.

Your face went crimson. “Mystery…”

“What?” he said innocently. “I didn’t lie.”

Romance stepped closer and crouched beside the tub, brushing a damp strand of hair from your temple. “Do you want more time?” he asked, gently.

You shook your head. “I should get out soon…” you sat up a little straighter, the water sloshing gently against the sides of the tub. “

That was a mistake.

All five of them suddenly stilled.

Their eyes locked on you. On your collarbone peeking above the bubbles. The droplets sliding down your throat. The curve of your thighs just barely visible beneath the foam.

You froze, then groaned softly. “Can you all please look away?”

They blinked in unison.

“Oh,” Baby said. “You meant now-now?”

“Yes, now-now,” you huffed, sinking deeper into the water. “Turn around.”

Jinu blinked like he’d been pulled from a trance. “Right. Sorry.”

Romance smirked but turned his back smoothly, hands folded behind him.

Abby cleared his throat and closed his eyes, though he stayed close.

Baby sighed. “This feels illegal. I’m looking at the ceiling.”

Only Mystery stayed where he was, not moving an inch but his gaze dropped, not in defiance, but with devotion. “I’ll help you with the towel.”

You gave him a look, cheeks warm.

“I won’t peek,” he said gently. “I’ll just hold it up.”

And he did—lifting the soft towel and averting his eyes as you stood from the bath, water trailing down your skin in slow rivulets, the air suddenly thick with heat again.

You stepped into the towel, and his arms wrapped it around you like silk, careful and reverent.

The others turned back once you were secure, but they didn’t speak. They just watched you.

The towel clung to your damp skin, short enough to show the curve of your thighs and just loose enough to dip off one shoulder. You padded barefoot through the hall, water still glistening on your collarbones. You didn’t mean to tease.

But the bond between you and them had other plans.

Every sway of your hips made the tension behind you thicken. You felt it—them—watching, their stares like a heat pressing between your shoulder blades.

A synchronized groan echoed behind you.

“Hyung, I swear she’s doing that on purpose,” Baby muttered, voice strained.

“She knows exactly what she’s doing,” Abby added, jaw tight, eyes locked on your retreating form like he wanted to drag you right back in.

“Of course she is,” Romance said smoothly, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. “And I’m not even mad.”

Jinu’s golden eyes followed you like a magnet, burning from where he stand. “I told you I didn’t do enough last night,” he murmured to no one in particular. “She’s still walking.”

“Still walking and swinging those hips,” Mystery added, voice low, unreadable—but the twitch in his jaw and the faint glow under his skin betrayed everything.

You stopped, letting the silence stretch for one tantalizing moment before glancing over your shoulder with a sweet little smile. “So... whose clothes can I borrow?”

Five demons froze.

Then the room exploded.

“Mine!” Baby shouted first, hand raised like a kid in school. “She should wear mine! I’m the maknae! I deserve it!”

“You deserve a leash,” Mystery scoffed.

“Mine,” Jinu said first, stepping forward.

“Back off” Abby growled, stepping in front of him “She literally slept in your shirt. It’s my turn.”

“I volunteer mine,” Romance said smoothly, voice like velvet. “She needs something breathable. Silk. Comfortable.”

“She should wear mine,” Mystery said calmly, voice low but firm. “It’s oversized and clean. She’ll feel safe.”

You blinked at the chaos, lips twitching. “So… do I get to choose?”

“Nope,” Baby grinned. “Let fate decide. Rock, paper, scissors.”

“Seriously?” you laughed.

Abby cracked his knuckles. “Oh, we’re doing this.”

The boys formed a loose circle in the middle of the room, eyes narrowed like predators, hands flexing. You wrapped your towel tighter around you, watching the absurdity unfold with growing amusement.

Mystery won first round. Then Abby. Then Baby tied twice with Jinu. Romance accused someone of cheating. You were halfway through stifling laughter when the final round came down to the best of three. Abby got cocky too early. Romance kept tying. Baby cheated once. Mystery barely moved but somehow stayed in. Jinu? He just grinned the whole time like he already knew how it’d end.

In the final round, Jinu threw rock. The others threw scissors.

“Of course,” Abby sighed dramatically.

“No!” Baby cried. “You cheated!”

“Lucky,” Jinu said with a crooked grin, stepping toward you like a hunter closing in on his prey. “Come here, baby.”

“My hoodie,” he murmured, his voice a low purr, “and nothing underneath.”

Your breath hitched as heat bloomed under your skin. His fingers brushed your arm as he handed you the soft, oversized fabric—dark, warm, and smelling like him.

“Go on,” he teased, eyes dipping. “Unless you want help putting it on…”

You snatched it, flustered. “I got it, thank you.”

Romance smirked. “You sure? He’s very good with sleeves.”

You didn’t answer. You just turned on your heel, stalking down the hallway toward Jinu’s bedroom, ignoring the chorus of low groans and quiet chuckles that followed you.

The hoodie in your hands was soft and warm, like he’d poured his heat into it just for you. You dropped your towel with a huff, pulling it over your head. It swallowed your frame instantly, sleeves long and hem brushing your thighs—bare, save for the brush of air against your skin.

You opened one of Jinu’s drawers and grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, tugging them up over your hips. They were loose, too big, but comforting… like being wrapped in all of them at once.

As soon as you turned to head back out, the door opened.

Jinu stood there, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he raked them down your form. He guided you into the softly lit living room, your hand small in his as his hoodie draped low over your thighs, swallowing you whole. The fabric still smelled like him—cedar and something darker—and your skin hummed where it touched your bare back.

The moment you stepped into the living room, your body wrapped in Jinu’s hoodie, Abby’s gaze locked on you like a slow pull of gravity. His eyes darkened, pupils dilating as if your presence alone triggered something primal. Without a word, he reached out from the couch, his massive arm hooking gently around your waist and pulling you down into his lap.

“Right here, angel,” he murmured, voice low and rough like a velvet growl. “C’mere.”

You blinked up at him, your cheek resting against the solid wall of his chest, lulled by the deep thud of his heart beneath you. “You’re warm…”

Abby chuckled, low and pleased. “You’re always cold. Let me fix that.”

You melted into him without hesitation, curling into his massive frame like you belonged there—and maybe you did. The way he shifted you in his lap, adjusting you so effortlessly to fit against him, made it feel like his body had been carved just to hold you. His hand slipped beneath the hem of the hoodie, fingers settling at the small of your back, stroking slow, hypnotic circles that made your lungs catch.

Your breath hitched, bare skin brushing his calloused palm, but instead of tension, it unraveled you. The warmth, the scent of him surrounded you, grounding you like a tether to something deeper than yourself. Abby pressed a kiss to your temple, a soft sound escaping him—satisfied, content, possessive.

And your body responded like it remembered this. Like it had missed him.

Jinu watched with a slight smirk from across the room, arms folded as he leaned against the wall like a proud man watching his treasure get worshipped.

The hoodie slipped slightly off one shoulder, exposing more skin, and he took the opportunity to kiss the hollow between your neck and shoulder, his lips warm and reverent. You sighed, the sound almost a whimper, and his grip tightened just a little.

Moments later, a soft dip in the couch signaled someone joining. You barely lifted your head before Baby settled on your other side, hair still tousled and eyes gleaming with mischief. “What’s this?” he asked, voice teasing. “You two look suspiciously comfortable.”

You didn't answer—too drowsy, too warm. Your hands moved on instinct, the pull of your bond guiding your sleepy actions. One hand rested over Abby’s chest, fingers lightly kneading the soft fabric of his shirt. The other floated aimlessly… until it found Baby’s cheek.

He froze.

Your fingers brushed against the smooth skin of his face before you gave a small, absent press, like a sleepy kitten seeking heat. Baby blinked, stunned… then let out a soft, involuntary sound—almost a purr.

“Oh my god,” Abby chuckled, chest rumbling beneath you. “Did you just purr?”

“She’s got him domesticated already,” Jinu laughed, walking past and tossing a blanket over all three of you. “It’s kinda cute.”

Baby, still stunned, leaned into your touch like he couldn’t help himself. “She’s warm,” he mumbled, half-defensive, half-whiny. “And she’s touching my face. What was I supposed to do?”

You made a small, sleepy sound of approval and shifted closer, fingers still curled where you needed them most. Abby’s other hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, easing you against him like you were the most precious thing in his arms.

Baby leaned in and nuzzled into your palm, letting out a soft, helpless sound—a purr. His lashes lowered. “You’re unfair when you’re sleepy,” he muttered, kissing your wrist. “So warm. So soft.”

Soon, Mystery appeared and leaned against the wall with a quiet smile, while Romance took a seat on the armrest, watching with fond eyes.

The soft rise and fall of your breathing had shifted into the rhythm of sleep, your cheek nestled perfectly against Abby’s chest, fingers still curled like a kitten over his shirt. His hand never stopped moving—slow, lazy strokes up and down your spine, each caress more worship than comfort. He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss into your hair, inhaling deeply as if your scent could tether him to the present.

Baby had gone unusually still beside you, just watching. His head tilted slightly toward your touch, his lashes fluttering when your knuckles brushed his skin with every slow breath you took. The soft rise and fall of your chest, the quiet way your lips parted as you slept… it was making something raw in both of them ache.

“She asleep?” Baby whispered.

Abby nodded, his voice thick with something reverent. “Yeah. Out cold.”

The room was quiet, but charged. The others had fallen into their own spaces

Abby’s fingers slid up to your nape, his other hand moving from your lower back to cradle your thigh, adjusting you carefully in his lap without disturbing your sleep. “You feel that?” he murmured. “How she just sinks into us. Like she knows.”

“I do,” Baby added, his voice barely audible. “I feel it every time she touches me.”

Romance reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “She needs all of us. The way she pulled you in,” he said to Baby with a crooked smile, “and the way she lets Abby hold her like that. She was made for this. For us.”

Then, as if drawn by the bond they all shared, each of them leaned in to leave a kiss. A whisper of devotion pressed to your temple. A warm brush over your forehead. The faintest graze of lips on your shoulder. Even Mystery, ever careful, let his fingers run down your arm before pressing a kiss to your hand, as though making a silent vow.

You stirred faintly, a soft noise in your throat, your fingers tightening their hold—one against Abby’s chest, the other brushing Baby’s jaw. He leaned into the touch again, eyes fluttering closed, a soft purr vibrating in his throat.

“Don’t wake her,” Abby warned with a low chuckle, but he didn’t stop stroking your back, his touch a constant, grounding rhythm. “She needs this.”

“We all do,” Jinu said. “Just a little longer.”

And so they stayed like that—five demons once built to steal souls, now completely undone by the one girl who had no idea she’d already claimed theirs.

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Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 8)

HERE IS PART 8! Sorry I've been working on more music projects! (LMK If u wanna hear my cover of no seperation from heavens official blessing) THIS IS THE FAN SIGNING OF HUNTR/X AND SAJA BOYS! (PSA my tag list is full sorry guys! please enjoy sorry I'm late!

‘Alright boys, let's settle down.’ Jinu said, crossing his arms and walking towards the group.

‘Hm.’ The boys relented, easing their slightly intimidating stances.

‘So, the hunters are having a fan signing in two days hm?’ Beom narrowed his eyes, moving to his favourite spot on the couch, crossing his legs. Huh, kinda like a cat claiming its territory.

‘How long do those usually take?’ Rae took his place in Y/N’s gaming chair, turning to face where Y/N was standing in the kitchen.

‘Maybe half a day?’ Y/N supplied, still looking somewhat confused. She wasn’t entirely sure of what had just conspired around her.

‘I see.’ Min sat down to her left, resting his elbow on the marble countertop, his tone light.

‘Why?’ Y/N turned, looking at the oldest man who was running his fingers through his hair.

‘Might wanna pay you a visit is all.’ Min’s eyes glinted with mischievousness, his smirk saying everything she needed to hear.

‘You can’t kill them.’ Y/N poked Min’s cheek, drawn by his smooth, unblemished skin. She shook her head, moving toward her PC to turn it off.

To Min’s credit, he only turned a light shade of pink, as he brought his hand down to hover over the spot the girl had touched. His purple hair falling back into place as he savoured Y/N’s touch.

‘But you’re saying we can visit?’ Beom gave a devious smile, lifting his eyes from his phone momentarily.

‘You don’t even have the tickets to go to the fan signing.’ Y/N laughed, spinning around as her computer monitor turned black, standing to walk back to the kitchen.

‘Hm, I think you forget what we’re capable of.’ Beom’s eyes flashed a golden colour, before turning back into his humanesque eyes.

‘That's true… I hear one of the body guard’s likes handsome men.’ Y/N looked amused, staring at Beom’s steadily reddening face.

‘NO, I MEANT HYPNOSIS.’

‘Ohh.’ Y/N chuckled, hiding her laughter behind her hand. ‘Yes of course Beom-ie. The hypnosis!’

‘How come Beom gets a nickname?’ Abel grunted, still standing behind Y/N.

‘Why are you still behind me?’ Y/N blinked, shifting her neck to glance at Abel.

‘Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to darlin’.’ He crossed his arms, eyes glinting with unspoken desire, moving to sit down on one of the counter chairs.

Y/N gave a confused look, as Jinu set down a bowl of soup in front of her with a clink. The soup’s scent wafted toward her, hearty, warm and inviting.

‘Jinu, if you do this for me everyday I might as well make you my wife for real.’ Y/N let a breath of content out, picking up her spoon and digging in. A peaceful smile spread over her lips, letting the soothing broth slide down her throat.

‘Are you proposing?’ Rae chuckled. ‘You know that marrying Jinu would mean marrying all of us too?’

‘That is true. We’re a package deal.’ Jinu gave a forlorn smile, before looking at his friends with the same soft smile.

‘Huh, having five pretty husbands is better than one!’ Y/N joked, completely missing the flash of hope, resonating off of the men’s faces.

‘Hmm, I won’t let you forget this.’ Jinu whispered, watching as Y/N brushed her thumb finger over her lips.

‘Hmm? Did’ya say something?’ Y/N asked, standing to get herself another bowl of soup.

‘The rice is ready. Have a bowl of that and soup, then you have to go to bed. You’ve been awake for too long.’ The black haired man replied, without missing a beat.

‘Mmh, what are you, my mother?’ Y/N whined, as her bowl was taken gently from her hands by Abel, who was now scooping rice into it.

‘No, we’re your wives, remember?’ Min said, his head laying to rest on his arm.

‘And such pretty wives you’ll make!’ Y/N nodded, thanking Abel with a nod, as the muscular man gently set down her last bowl of food.

The room began to blur, as Y/N continued to pick up her spoon. Listening to the men chatter around her, slowly becoming a lullaby. Dozing off was inevitable, seeing as she had definitely overworked herself

‘Shh, look, she’s nodded off again.’ A voice whispered, soft and teasing.

‘Y/N does realise we’re men right? Even worse, we’re demons. Does she have no care for her own safety.’ Beom sighed, walking toward the girl who had fallen asleep.

The youngest man bent his knees, sliding his arm under Y/N’s legs, putting an arm under her back. He gently slid the girl from her sleeping position, bringing Y/N to the ensuite in her room.

Y/N had two toothbrushes for some reason, an electric one and a regular one. Beom opted for the electric one, seeing as it would be easier to brush Y/N’s teeth that way. He chuckled at the cartoon stickers on the toothbrush.

‘Come on open up.’ Beom muttered, wetting Y/N’s toothbrush, applying a mint toothpaste.

Beom gently pulled Y/N’s jaw down, turning the electric toothbrush on to the lowest setting, brushing over Y/N’s teeth gently.

‘Okay Y/N-ie. Time to rinse.’ He whispered, ‘Spit it out.’

Y/N gargled the water weakly, before spitting it out back into the sink.

‘That’s my girl.’ Beom smiled, picking Y/N back up, walking out of the bathroom.

Laying Y/N on her bed, Beom took notice of another presence in her room.

‘Don’t forget to wipe her face.’ Min walked forward with a warm towel.

‘Thanks Min 형.’ Beom held his hands out, as the oldest man placed the warm town into his grasp.

‘It’s nice to see you taking care of someone else now, for a change Beom-ie.’ Min gave a subtle smile, patting the youngest on the head.

Centuries ago, when they took in Beom. They had found him, hollow and void of emotion in the underworld. It genuinely was heartwarming to see that Beom had developed his own sense of compassion. Gwi-ma had made it almost impossible to have any emotions other than shame and anger.

The underworld was his pen of cattle, ready for disposal at any moment. His demons no more than play things for him to pass the time as the Honmoon drew closer and closer to being closed.

And yet, there was something these five boys had since long lost.

Hope

Hope in the form of a girl, who had freed Abel and Beom.

Hope that ignited a spark in them that had been extinguished for centuries.

‘Urgh.. I’m still hungry,’ Y/N whined, in a half asleep state, opening her eyes slightly to spot the purple haired man.

‘You can eat tomorrow morning. No one’s taking your food. Come on now, it’s time to sleep.’ Min hushed the girl, placing a reassuring hand on Y/N’s face.

‘Thanks for taking care of me Beom. You too Min.’ Y/N brought her hand up to touch Min’s hand, for a brief second. ‘Min, you have such pretty eyes.’

A flash of white blue and gold. Just like the one Beom and Abel had experience. A ripple of iridescent colour echoed through Min’s patterns as Y/N’s hand fell limply to her side.

‘Wha-’

‘Shh!’ Beom hushed the older man, quickly putting a hand over his mouth.

‘Wah wash dat.’ Min mumbled, gently peeling Beom’s hands off his mouth, staring incredulously at the now lightly snoring girl.

‘That was what caused Gwi-ma to think we were dead.’ Beom looked at Y/N, heaving a sigh. ‘Me and Abel also felt the same spark. Although, we aren’t sure what causes it.’

‘But how could she just-’

‘She also doesn't know. Y/N said that it could be something to do with the fact that she was meant to be a hunter.’

‘Meant to be?’ Min looked confused.

‘Yes, meant to be. She can see the Honmoon and see the lines but apparently she can’t use spirit power to create a weapon.’ Beom explained, pushing Min out of the room with his hands. ‘She also said we had to stay quiet. Jinu wouldn’t be happy if he found out this was possible.’

‘But what if Jinu found out he could be free too? I can ignore Gwi-ma but he's actually just not in my head anymore. He’s completely gone!’ Min whispered excitedly, looking as if he had been healed from a century long headache.

Beom paused, contemplating his response.

‘But you heard him, he said Y/N was just a means to an end.’

‘Right…’

‘Is she asleep?’ The mentioned man piped up, startling Beom and Min as they eased the bedroom door shut.

‘Yeah, she’s down for the night.’ Beom recovered quickly, smoothing out his handsome face from its momentary, anxious display.

‘That's good.’ Jinu nodded, before slinging his arm around Beom. ‘I grabbed a bowl of soup for you. You better drink every drop of it.’

‘Did you-’

‘I put extra salt in it just how you like it.’ Jinu nodded, crossing his arms triumphantly

‘Okey I’ll eat it.’ Beom power walked over to the kitchen, forgetting about the previous situation. His mind was now focused on the bowl of soup waiting for him in the kitchen.

‘Two hundred years and he still enjoys salty food.’ Min shook his head, looking amused.

‘Wasn’t salt used as a trading tool back in your day grandpa?’ Jinu jeered, nudging his oldest friend with his elbow teasingly.

‘Why you little.’ Min quickly twisted Jinu into a playful headlock, dragging him to the kitchen.

‘Hey, hey! I was kidding! Come on grandpa, it’s time to go back to the retirement home!’ Jinu continued, as Min released him.

‘You brat.’ Min gave a soft snort, shaking his head.

–

The fan signing came, Y/N had spent the morning pleading to the men to leave the Hunter/x girls unharmed.

Honestly, she wasn't sure how they were going to get into the fan signing. They didn't camp out like the movie, they had spent the morning pestering Y/N, wanting her to stay home.

‘Guys, I promised to go. They're my friends.’ Y/N sighed, staring at the downcast group. They genuinely hated the idea of Y/N being anywhere near Huntr/x. Not because the girls were hunters, but because they seemed to also share an interest in what the Saja Boys had already deemed as their girl.

‘Are we not your friends?’ Min whispered, as if not wanting to know the answer.

‘What? Yes. Okay look, if I let the tiger-’

‘Derpy.’ Jinu cut in, looking hopeful.

‘Okay, if I let Derpy come with me, will you guys stop pouting.’ Y/N said, trying to fight a smile, watching five handsome men speak in hushed whispers. Deciding amongst each other of this was good enough for them.

‘Okay. But can we come if we don't kill Hunter/x?’ Rae asked, his dark lavender eyes were wide, pleading.

‘HAH. If you can somehow get in, sure! You underestimate their staff.’ Y/N turned around, walking towards her front door to pull on her shoes. Derp had since appeared out of a portal, striding over to Y/N, rumbling a question for pets. One that Y/N happily gave, giving Derpy scritches under his chin.

Five pairs of eyes, flashed bright yellow for a second from behind Y/N, all filled with a touch of deviousness.

‘I’m heading out now!’ Y/N called out, blissfully unaware of the challenge that she had unknowingly issued. ‘Come on sweetheart, we’re gonna go meet my friends!’

‘Oh, we are so crashing that stupid fansign.’ Beom smirked, watching Y/N wave as the elevator doors closed.

–

‘Alright, team! I know everything is Saja, Saja, Saja. But we’re gonna turn it, Huntr/x, Huntr/x, Huntr/x!’ Bobby cheered, the three girls stretched as Y/N walked into the room.

‘Y/N/N!’ The girls chorused, standing up from their table.

‘Hey girls! I’m here!’ Y/N walked over, letting herself be enveloped in a group hug. ‘Hey Bobby! Hope you’re doing well!’

‘I’m doing good! Glad to see you’re up and awake!’ Bobby replied, before looking around, checking if anything else needed organising.

‘We’re so glad you’re here! We missed you so much!’ Zoey chirped, dragging Y/N to stand behind where the girls were sitting.

‘Zoey, it’s only been like a day and a half max.’ Mira chuckled before adding, ‘No but for real, we have missed you.’

‘You’re still down to have us over after the fan sign right?’ Rumi asked, eyes round and earnest.

‘Of course! We can have dinner and then come back to mine to record!’ Y/N nodded, giving Rumi a soft pat on the head.

‘Oh my gosh, I want a headpat too!’ Zoey whined, grabbing Y/N’s other hand, placing it on top of her own head.

‘You’re so cute Zoey.’ Y/N gave a soft hearted grin, patting Zoey’s head.

‘Okay girls! These fans have been sleeping on the sidewalk all night for this! Let’s get started!’ Bobby smiled, watching the interaction.

‘Happy fans, Happy Honmoon!’ The girls whispered, clinking their pens together.

‘Alright, let's bring ‘em in!’ Bobby called out to the security, as the doors opened.

Y/N frowned as she watched five sleeping bags huddle to the front of the line. Surely it wasn’t… Wait, how did the boys show up in the movie again? Y/N put her finger to her chin, tapping it thoughtfully.

‘And who should I make this out to?’ Rumi hummed, without looking up.

‘To Y/N’s biggest fans.’ A hauntingly familiar voice said.

‘Oh no…’ Y/N slapped a hand on her forehead in disbelief as the boys dropped their sleeping bags, jumping into a quick group pose.

‘It’s the Saja Boys!’ The fans chorused, cheering excitedly.

The three Huntr/x girls let out a collective groan, snapping their pens. Y/N however, gave a menacing glare (as menacing as she could). Staring at the demon boy band. In return, the group of boys beamed at her, finding Y/N’s anger to be akin to a puppy throwing a tantrum.

‘It is an honor.’ Bobby gave a fake smile. ‘Table, now!’

‘Joint signing!’ The fans gasped, half of them moving to the other table.

‘We’d lose half the fans?’ Rumi gaped.

‘The Saja Boys will sit with us!’ Mira called out, displaying a fake, yet beautiful smile, whilst Zoey waved unenthusiastically.

‘Genius.’ Bobby smiled, tears running down his eyes.

‘Same table?’ The fans said in hushed whispers.

‘Y/N’s ours.’ Rae snickered, sitting next to Mira.

‘Y/N called me cute not even five minutes ago.’ Zoey bragged, taking a jab at Beom who was reluctantly sitting down next to her.

‘Yeah? Well she called me handsome.’ Beom spat back, crossing his arms, face twisted in a somehow still attractive scowl.

‘Hey Y/N.’ Jinu smiled, coming to sit on the chair Y/N was standing in front of. Y/N couldn’t see his face but she could practically hear the smugness dripping off his tongue.

‘Jinu…’ Y/N sighed, as Derpy rubbed his body on Y/N’s legs, having reappeared now that the Huntr/x girls were facing forward.

‘So, apparently you’re part demon.’ Jinu whispered to the girl who was glaring knives into the side of his face.

‘Yeah, and?’ Rumi snarled, signing a poster and handing it to a fan with a smile.

‘I didn’t think you’d share that with your friends.’

‘Oh, no! I love sharing.’ Rumi rolled her eyes, wanting to keep her cool in front of Y/N and her fans.

‘If only I could smash in your demon face right now.’ Mira growled at Abel, signing a poster before changing her face to one of gratitude for the fan. ‘Thanks for coming!’

‘Oh, is that so?’ Jinu snickered, leaning back to look at Y/N. ‘Y’hear that husband?’

‘Jinu! Hush!’ Y/N whined, pushing Jinu’s head back up to its natural position.

‘Are you two whispering?’ A fan asked, looking at Y/N and Jinu with a smile.

‘Uh-’ Y/N panicked, darting her eyes between Jinu and the fan.

‘Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me!’ She pointed to her shirt, a drawing of Y/N and Jinu together with a shipname.

‘Wha-’

‘Thanks so much!’ Jinu beamed, whilst Rumi fumed, scribbling her autograph onto a poster.

‘We’re not-’ Y/N protested, as the fan left, replaced by another person.

‘Did you know Y/N’s seen us shirtless before?’ Abby jeered quietly, provoking Mira.

‘Yeah? Did she run away from how ugly you are?’ Mira sneered, signing another poster, her pen almost breaking from the sheer force behind it.

‘Mm, she’s so cute isn’t she?’ Rae hummed loud enough for Y/N to hear, signing his own poster.

‘Rae, shh.’ Y/N put a finger to her lips, a heat creeping up her neck.

‘Anything for you, my dear.’ He grinned, enjoying the reaction he received.

‘Y/N will never like you more than me.’ Zoey hissed, before beaming at another fan, handing them their signed poster. ‘Thanks so much for supporting us!’

‘Yeah? Well I can be cute, but you can’t be handsome.’ Beom grinned maliciously.

‘I could so be handsome.’ Zoey said indignantly, turning to look at Y/N.

‘Y/N! Do you think I could be handsome?’

Y/N looked puzzled, not entirely sure of what was being asked of her.

‘I think you could be handsome if you want to, Zoey. Why?’ She tilted her head, blinking.

‘Nothing! Love you Y/N!’ Zoey smiled victoriously.

‘Y/N, who do you think is cuter! Me or this person.’ Beom asked, shoving Zoey discreetly.

‘Beom, come on, behave.’ Y/N walked over, smoothing down the boy’s hair quickly in an attempt to calm him down. At the same time, she placed a warm hand on Zoey’s shoulder, effectively reassuring Zoey.

Derpy gave a rumble, which seemed to be a laugh.

‘Yeah, I’m glad this is amusing to you.’ Y/N chuckled quietly, walking back to her spot behind Jinu.

‘Yeah? Well we’re going over tonight to Y/N’s apartment so beat that.’ Rumi huffed, before smiling at another fan.

‘You’re not gonna like what-’ Jinu began as Y/N put a gentle hand on his back, halting him instantly. The man stilled at Y/n’s touch, turning slightly to spot Y/N shaking her head.

‘Uh, well, she’d have more fun with us.’ Jinu restated, understanding the meaning behind Y/n’s touch. The way Y/n’s hand lingered on his back, set a small flame of comfort, flicking in his chest.

‘Well too bad.’ Rumi smiled triumphantly. ‘She’s ours.’

‘Yeah, for tonight.’ Jinu bit back, slouching slightly in defeat.

‘I don’t get a say in this do I?’ Y/N raised an eyebrow, as Derpy circled figure eights against her legs.

‘Of course you do Y/N!’ Both said in unison, before glaring at each other.

‘Oh boy…’ Y/n sighed, before backing away from the two leaders, who seemed to be ready to start another argument.

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The Crimson Pact | Part 8

SoulBond!AU

Pairings: Yandere!Saja Boys x F!Reader

Synopsis: You were never supposed to remember them.

Four hundred years ago, a pact was made—a blood-soaked bond tying five demons to one human soul: yours.

They’ve waited lifetimes for your reincarnation, cursed with obsession, tethered by fate.

And now that you’ve returned?

They’ll burn the world before they let you go again.

Warnings: Explicit Smut / NSFW. Minors DNI (Do Not Interact), Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Fingering, Breast Play / Touching, Penetrative Sex (P in V), Breeding Kink / Creampie, Voyeurism, Soul bond with the Saja Boys, Yandere themes!, obsessive behavior / possessiveness, romantic psychological tension, intense emotional fixation, yearning, dark romance, hurt/comfort

A/N: The chapter I know many of you have been dying for. As the warning states, explicit smut, people! I didn't hold back. For my readers who don't like that, a fair warning that the chapter starts and ends with smut, but there is an important part in between regarding the bond & plot. Let me know if you want me to add markers for that tho? This chapter ended up being longer than I expected, so the next chapter will... also...have... smut. I just couldn't fit it all in here. So y'all will have another yummy treat next chapter! I started writing this series already intending for it to be spicy, but it isn't everything of course!

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The Saja boys are all demons.

They are wrath and ruin. Jealousy and death.

And yet, before her, they kneel.

Because she is the Heart. Because her soul is what keeps them from unraveling into true monsters. Because they were bound by her love and her curse.

They don’t just crave her—they depend on her. Without her presence, their minds deteriorate. Their bodies decay. Their hunger becomes unbearable.

Only Y/N’s touch tames the demon inside.

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Names (For those who get confused): Haneul (Abby), Seoha (Romance), Hwimori/Hwi (Mystery), Seungho (Baby)

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Part 8:

No More Waiting

They move at once. Not with chaos. With purpose. Hands, breaths, mouths. Like predators descending—not out of rage, but hunger. Not just to claim, but to consume. They don’t just touch you—they devour you.

Mystery— Hwimori’s hands grip your hips with urgency, as if anchoring himself to the only tether keeping him sane. He buries his face in your neck, breath hot, voice a trembling worship against your skin. “You smell so good, baby,” he murmurs, lips trailing your throat. “I want to live inside your bones. Want to rip myself open and pour into you. Make a nest in your ribs and never leave.”

Your gasp catches, and he shudders against you. Romance—Seoha appears at your side, his fingers cradling your jaw like you’re spun glass. “So perfect,” he breathes, brushing his lips over your cheek.

Then Baby—Seungho seizes your wrist. The bruising grip, the wild eyes, that untethered possessiveness like a match already lit. “You made me wait.” His voice is low, guttural. It’s not anger—it’s damage. “You walked through lifetimes without me. And now…” His gaze sweeps your body like he’s already stripping it bare. “Now you’ll feel what that did to me.”

You gasp as he angles his hips closer to your torso and you feel him. His burning need and desire ground into your stomach. You gasp and moan at the feeling, the sound making all of them growl in complete and utter need.

They don’t carry you to the bed. They herd you—closer, closer—with every step back met by one, two, three more bodies pressing forward. Fingers grazing your skin like it’s theirs by right. Mouths brushing exposed flesh. Words whispered in barely-restrained lust.

You can’t tell whose hands are where. Only that you're being unmade. Until your back hits the bed—and even then, they don't pounce. Not yet. They savor.

Jinu is behind you before you blink. One firm tug and you're pulled between his legs, back flush to his chest, his thighs bracketing yours. His arms wrap around your waist, steel and silk. He kisses your neck with slow-burning hunger. Not a kiss to seduce—a kiss to bind. “You belong here,” he says, low and devastating. “With us. With me. In every life. In every death. Every breath in between.”

His hands drift up, palms broad, fingertips burning into your thighs, your waist, your ribs. Like he's memorizing you through possession.

Then, Seoha and Hwimori appear before you. Together. Eyes gleaming, breath caught. Like they’re standing at the altar of something divine. “Let us see you,” Seoha whispers. “Let us remember.”

Hwimori’s fingers tremble as he reaches for your top. He doesn’t yank—it’s a slow peel, a delicate unveiling. Inch by inch, until the fabric slips over your head and falls away, leaving you bare to their ravenous eyes.

The five demons before you stare, breathing ragged. Like the sight of your bare skin was the ruin they’ve been waiting for. Seoha’s breath catches. You hear Abby– Haneul growl, deep and wanting at the sight of you in your bra and skirt. His eyes dart to the swell of your cleavage and he almost comes undone at the sight. Hwimori swears under his breath. “Fucking… god.”

Seoha presses a kiss to your stomach, eyes fluttering shut like he's praying. “You are not real,” he murmurs. “You’re a vision. A fever dream we bled centuries to see again.”

You moan at the feel of his warm lips on your skin. His kisses trail upwards, closer and closer to the treasure hidden beneath your undergarments. And then, Jinu’s hands unclasp your bra from behind, Hwimori peeling it off like a present he’s been waiting to open. And the sight of you has them moaning.

“Fuck,” Seoha hisses. Haneul lets out a growl, eyes flashing a bright topaz. Seoha continues his trail upwards on your body. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.” he says between kisses. The first right above your navel, one after the other before he places a kiss in between your breasts. His lips burn and ignite a burning desire within you. Every kiss sends shock waves down to your core.

You whimper and Hwimori’s hands shake as they frame your waist. “If you were a god,” he breathes, “I’d burn every temple. Just to build one with your body as the altar.”

Behind you, Jinu’s breath hitches. His voice is ruined silk. “You’ve always been sacred. Ours. No matter the body. No matter the time.”

Then— Seungho. He’s standing in front of you. A prince bowed low, madness glinting in his eyes. He grabs your face—not gently, not cruelly, but desperately, like he’ll break apart if he doesn’t feel you, doesn’t anchor himself in you. And then he kisses you.

It’s not a kiss—it’s an onslaught. Ruinous. Ravaging. A soul-shattering collision of everything he’s buried for lifetimes. Your lips open on a moan as his mouth consumes yours, tongue sliding in with wild, aching hunger. One hand fists your breast like he’s claiming it. His thumb rolls over your nipple, and you sob into his kiss.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he groans, dragging his lips down your throat, biting softly, worshipping harsh. “I’d skin the world for the way you just breathe. I’ll never let you go. No one else sees you like this. No one else gets to.”

You’re shaking. Overheated. Undone.

“You’re too much,” you whisper.

He licks into your mouth like he wants to taste your heart. “And still not fucking enough.”

They press in like a tide, and there’s nowhere to run. Jinu’s mouth turns feverish at your neck. Seoha’s hands slide up your bare legs, slow and cruel before palming your left breast. A moan escapes you at the feel of his touch. Hwimori’s lips latch to your collarbone before you feel his shaky hand palm your right breast. He growls into your skin. Haneul licks a stripe across your inner thigh and moans, as if he’s the one unraveling.

“You don’t know what you’ve done to us,” Haneul murmurs. “You’ve been remaking us since the first time you smiled.”

The need in the room is feral. Clawing. Endless. You’re surrounded by five demons. And every one of them is starved for you. And this time… You want to be devoured.

A whimper breaks from your throat—high, needy—as Seoha and Hwimori’s breath ghosts over your chest. Their mouths hover, eyes dark with reverence and hunger, like twin beasts starving at the altar of your skin. And then—they descend.

Their mouths find your nipples in perfect, possessive sync, hot and wet, and you cry out, body arching, writhing, trembling. Their tongues roll over your peaks like they were tasting something forbidden, something sacred. You’ve never felt like this before—like your skin was stitched from lightning and silk, like your blood was boiling gold.

Your wrists are pinned to the bed beside you, held down by their hands like you might vanish if they loosened their grip. Like they need to anchor you. Jinu trails his tongue down your neck, slow and searing, like he’s branding you in fire. His breath is ragged, teeth grazing flesh. “You taste like every lifetime I’ve lost you in,” he growls into your skin. “Let me have you in this one.”

Then—hands spread your legs. Large. Firm. Commanding. You look down, dazed, breath caught—and freeze. Haneul. Between your thighs.

His gaze is molten obsidian, locked onto yours like a wolf scenting blood. Starved. Dangerous. Worshipful. You flinch as his breath grazes your inner thigh—and your skirt is slowly pushed up, inch by inch, exposing the soft lace beneath.

He groans, low and sinful. “Fuck,” he mutters, dragging his nose up your panties with a slow inhale that shudders through him. “Did you wear these for us, baby? For me?”

You barely manage a breath, your lips parting in a gasp—but then Seoha nips at your nipple, gently, and your whole body jolts. Jinu grips your chin hard, angling your face toward him. His mouth touches your ear—hot, demanding, coaxing. “Answer him, pretty girl.”

You squirm in his grasp. “Y-Yes,” you squeak.

But Haneul doesn’t let you catch your breath. He’s inhaling you like you’re the last thing left in the world worth breathing. His nose runs the length of your heat, eyes fluttering closed like he’s praying. Like he’s already drunk off you. “That’s all well and good, baby,” he murmurs darkly, voice barely human, “but you won’t miss these—will you?”

Before you can speak, the lace is torn from your body with a savage rip. A sound that echoes louder than it should. You gasp, instinctively trying to close your legs—but Hwimori and Seoha’s grip tightens. Jinu tsks from behind, shaking his head like you’ve disappointed him.

“You don’t hide from us,” he whispers. “Not anymore.”

Their eyes devour you. Hunger. Possession. Worship. You are no longer a girl laid bare. You are the offering.

Haneul kisses the inner corner of your thigh, then the other—soft, teasing, deadly.

“Wait—mmph!” You try to protest, but Jinu swallows your words with a kiss—ferocious and deep, a growl curling in his throat. His tongue commands yours like he’s claiming territory. Like your mouth is his. You sob into him as Haneul licks just above your heat, so close it aches. Every nerve in your body is fraying.

“What do you want, baby?” Seoha murmurs against your breast, lips dragging along your sensitive skin, voice thick with devotion and madness. “Say it. Say it so we can give it to you.”

“I—” Your voice catches. You’re panting. Burning. “I don’t know—”

“You do,” Jinu hisses, dragging your face toward the sight of Abby– Haneul hovering just above your center, his tongue already peeking past his lips. “Look at him. Say it.”

Your gaze lifts—and you see Baby- Seungho behind Haneul. Watching. Possessive. Hungry. His eyes blaze red-gold like a god enraged. His jaw clenched. His chest rising and falling like he’s barely holding himself back.

“Beg,” he says.

A single word. A sentence. A vow.

You shatter. “Please,” you whisper, tears brimming in your lashes. “Haneul… I-I need—please. Touch me.”

The groans that erupt around you could bring the heavens crashing down. “Where, baby?” Haneul hums, lips now just a breath from your heat. “Where do you need me?”

“Right there.” Your voice cracks. You don’t even know where it hurts anymore—only that it does. “Please. Just please.”

And then— The world stops. Because Haneul moves, and you are no longer kissed. You are devoured.

His mouth is merciless, and the first press of his tongue is pure annihilation. Your back arches. Your moan is swallowed by Jinu’s mouth. Your body writhes in chains of touch and teeth and heat and madness. Pleasure surges through you like a wave pulled from lifetimes of longing.

And they don’t stop. Because they’re not done. Because they’ve only just begun to ruin you. And you? You want to drown.

Haneul’s tongue moves like he’s starving—and he is. Not just for the taste of you, but the power in it. The proof that you're real. That this body, this soul, is finally within his grasp again.

“Fuck, she tastes like heaven.” He groans against you. “The closest to heaven we’ll ever get.”

Your legs tremble, twitching against their grip, but they don’t let you move. They couldn’t—wouldn’t—risk you slipping away. Not when you’ve been stolen by time and fate and death before. Not when they’ve only just gotten you back.

Seoha releases your nipple with a slick pop, his mouth swollen, eyes glazed. “She tastes like fate,” he mutters hoarsely, dragging his tongue down the curve of your breast. “And I’m done pretending that I’m not addicted.”

Hwimori presses his lips to your sternum, then your collarbone, then your jaw, each kiss tender and wild, like he’s scent-marking you with his mouth. “I can feel it,” he whispers against your pulse. “Her soul is singing. She wants this.”

Jinu groans low behind you, his arms flexing around your waist like a vice. “Mine,” he growls into your ear, biting the shell of it just enough to make you jolt. “Every sound, every breath, every fucking heartbeat—mine.”

And it’s true.

You feel like you’re splitting apart at the seams, not from pain, but from how much of them is in you—around you—claiming you. It’s more than lust. It’s memory. It’s centuries of starving for something they were never allowed to touch. Until now. Until you.

Your vision blurs as your hips buck, only to be slammed down by Haneul’s grip, his arms anchoring your thighs as he devours you like the world’s on fire and your body is the only thing left worth saving.

You sob. You keen. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

“Fuck—look at her,” Seoha breathes, brushing your hair back to see your face more clearly. “She’s coming apart for us.”

Your eyes flutter open—wet, dazed—and meet Seungho’s. He hasn’t touched you yet. But the way he looks at you from the foot of the bed—like a man possessed, like a god betrayed—makes your entire body clench. His fists are white-knuckled at his sides, holding back from tearing Haneul away just to take his place.

“She’s shaking,” Mystery murmurs, brushing his fingers over your ribs, holding you down as your spine arches.

“She’s remembering,” Jinu rasps. “Her soul… it knows.”

You choke on another moan as pleasure floods you, again and again, rippling like thunder in your veins. Your hands fist the sheets. You forget where you are. Who you are. You only know them. Only know the ache they’ve filled. And the space they’ve ruined. They don’t ask if it’s too much. They want it to be too much.

Because if you’re overwhelmed— You’re theirs.

“You’ll never want anyone else after this,” Haneul growls between licks, his voice muffled against your heat. “We’re gonna ruin you, princess. Ruin you so fucking sweet, you’ll beg to never leave.”

You’re unraveling.

Hands on your skin. Mouths against your chest. Fangs brushing your throat. You don’t even register what Haneul is doing until something firm presses against your soaked folds.

"Let me see how you grip me, baby…" he breathes—voice heavy with possession, like he’s about to step into a cathedral built of flesh and need.

You cry out—head snapping back—when a single finger pushes into your entrance. The intrusion is thick and slow and real, and your body fights to adjust. It burns. It aches. It pleads. Hwimori laces your fingers with his, grounding you, as your thighs twitch. He squeezes your hand hard. “Breathe, baby. You can take it. You were made for us.”

“Oh, fuck,” Haneul groans, and his eyes—his demon eyes—flash topaz and wild, like fire licking up stained glass. “She’s so fucking tight.”

You’re still trying to catch your breath when another finger joins the first—and you keen, hips jolting. You try to twist away, but Jinu grabs your throat, pulling you back against him like a tether snapping taut. “Don’t run, kitten,” he murmurs darkly. “You’ll take what we give you.”

And then the rhythm starts.

Haneul curls his fingers inside you—dragging, pulsing, invading. Your hips buck as the pleasure spikes, sharp and overwhelming. Your walls flutter, helpless to resist. Jinu holds you in place like a living chain, and your legs begin to shake from the sheer intensity.

Seoha and Hwimori groan, their mouths never leaving your chest, sucking and biting, marking you like they need proof that you’re real. That you’re here. That you’re theirs.

“So wet,” Haneul growls, fingers thrusting harder now, deeper, smarter. “Like you’ve been waiting for this.” His fingers curl again—and this time, it shatters you. Your back bows like a bowstring pulled to its limit.

“Oh god—” you cry, trembling violently.

Haneul’s mouth covers your clit, licking with the desperation of a dying man. Worship. Destruction. Hunger. His fingers never slow—each drag a calculated sin. “Found it,” he purrs against your core. “Right there. That’s your weakness, isn’t it, princess? Let me break you open with it.”

Tears spill from your eyes—tears of shock, pleasure, need. Jinu growls and captures your lips, swallowing your sob like a vow. His tongue invades your mouth, rough and wild, as he rocks his hips up into your back—letting you feel the full weight of his desire pressing into your spine.

“She’s close,” Hwimori pants beside you. His voice sounds wrecked.

And then—you see him. Seungho. A shadow. A storm. A demon forged in ruin. He approaches slowly, and the sight of him knocks the breath from your lungs. His eyes are aflame. The bulge in his pants is obscene, straining. But it’s his expression that makes your pulse spike.

He kneels beside Haneul—silent, deadly. You don’t know what he’s about to do until his hand lifts— And presses down on your lower abdomen. Firm. Unrelenting. The pressure makes you wail.

Your walls clench around Haneul’s fingers like a vice, your thighs locking around his head—but he doesn’t stop. He groans into you, fingers and tongue now in perfect tandem, unrelenting in their devotion to your unraveling.

Seungho watches you. Watches the desperation in your eyes, the tears, the panic, the surrender. “You’ll fall apart for us,” he growls low, pressing down just a fraction more. “We want to watch you break.”

Your fingers claw at Seoha’s forearm and Hwimori’s wrist. You can feel Jinu biting at your neck again. The air is thick with sweat, panting, the sound of your slick echoing with every thrust of Haneul’s fingers.

And then— You detonate.

The coil in your stomach snaps with brutal intensity and you scream—a sound pulled from your soul and carried across centuries. It echoes through the room like prophecy. Your vision whites out. You shatter—like glass caught in the crosswinds of your past lives. Like every moment you were ever separated from them has come rushing back in fire.

You don’t know where your body ends and theirs begin. But you know one thing: You are theirs.

And they will never let you go. Not in this life. Not in the next. Not even in death.

“Good girl,” Jinu growls into your ear, breath ragged, as your scream fades into a broken, trembling whimper.

“That’s it,” Hwimori whispers, brushing your damp hair back from your face, his forehead pressed gently to your temple. “Come for us, baby. You did so well…”

“You were perfect,” Seoha murmurs, voice velvet-slick and reverent as his lips kiss the trail of tears on your cheeks. “So fucking perfect. That’s our girl.”

“You took it all,” Haneul rasps between your thighs, lips still shining with your release, voice dark and ruined with awe. “Just like that. All for us.”

Their praise wraps around you like silk ribbons. Tethering. Claustrophobic. Divine.

Your body trembles as you sag into Jinu’s arms, heart thundering so hard it hurts. Your vision pulses—blurs at the edges like you’re underwater. And then—

Your eyes flash open. But they’re not the same. The world swims in red. You blink once. Twice. And everything shifts.

Threads.

Crimson threads, glowing, humming—stretching from your chest like living veins of fate. Five of them. Writhing. Pulling. Binding. Each one connects you to the demons who now stare down at you with wide eyes, breath halted. They feel it too. A sharp inhale cuts through the silence like a blade drawn clean from its sheath.

“She’s—” Seoha chokes.

“Her eyes…” Hwimori whispers.

You gasp. You can see the soulbond. You can feel it in your bones—burning, sacred, ancient. As if your blood had been waiting for this moment across lifetimes. It rushes through you like lightning on open water, cracking you apart from the inside.

The bond snaps into place like a lock turning in a door you didn’t know existed. But not all of it. Not completely just yet. You sob, overwhelmed. There’s too much in your chest—devotion, obsession, love.

The boys surround you instantly, their touches softer now, voices turning worshipful. “You’re glowing,” Jinu breathes, holding you tighter.

“She’s ours,” Haneul says, almost reverently, like he’s speaking a prayer. Seoha cups your face in trembling hands. “You feel it too, don’t you, darling? The bond. The promise. The truth of us.”

“It’s okay,” Seungho soothes, lips brushing your knuckles. “We’re here. We’re not going anywhere. Just breathe.”

But you can’t. It’s all too much. You reach for one of them—any of them—but your fingers tremble too hard. Your vision tunnels. Your mouth opens—but no words come.

The last thing you see is Seungho, standing above you like a shadow cast by the past, eyes wide and haunted. “She’s passing out—”

And then you go still. Your head falls against Jinu’s chest, lashes fluttering shut. The soulbond sings in your blood. And you fall into unconsciousness cradled in the arms of demons who have waited lifetimes to bring you home.

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The first thing you feel is warmth. Then pressure. Then breath.

You stir, the world a blur of color and heat—and the steady rhythm of a heartbeat- Strong and steady- surrounding you. You blink through the haze, vision slowly focusing on the soft, amber glow flickering from the room’s sconces, and realize you’re not lying down. You’re in someone’s arms.

Jinu’s.

You’re cradled in his lap, your head tucked beneath his chin, his strong arms wrapped tight around your frame like he’d fused you to him in your sleep. His scent—earth and sandalwood and something darker, ancient—floods your senses. He’s shirtless, and the heat of his bare chest radiates into you.

You blink again. They’re all here.

Seoha was seated at your side, his hand gripping yours like a lifeline. Hwimori, crouched at the edge of the bed, his hair falling forward as he watches you like a silent sentinel. Haneul leans against the wall, fists clenched at his sides, the muscle in his jaw twitching. Seungho is seated at the foot of the bed, elbows on knees, shirt discarded, glowing eyes locked on your face like they’re drinking in every breath you take.

None of them had slept in the two hours you had been unconscious.

“You’re awake,” Jinu breathes, his voice cracking at the edges. His grip tightens possessively. “You scared us.”

Seoha leans closer, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. “Do you remember what happened?”

Hwimori’s eyes flick across your features, searching. “How do you feel?”

You swallow, your voice barely a whisper. “I feel… amazing.”

It’s not a lie. You felt great. As if the bond had healed any fatigue and grogginess. It’s just not the whole truth.

They visibly relax—only slightly. Seungho exhales, rubbing a hand over his face. Haneul’s head drops forward, but his eyes never leave yours.

“You passed out,” Seoha says softly. “You glowed.”

“You were thrumming with power,” Hwimori adds. “The bond reacted. Too strong, too fast.”

Jinu nuzzles your temple. “Are you sure you’re okay, baby?”

“I am.” You nod to ease their worry. You look down to see that you were draped in someone’s shirt- Haneul’s. But that was the only thing you had on. Your cheeks flush. “Did—did someone…?”

Seoha nods, his expression tender. “We cleaned you. Down there.”

You glance down, embarrassed.

“You were trembling,” Hwimori adds gently. “We just wanted you comfortable.”

A wave of love rolls over you—and something else. That hum again. It’s a strange pull. You look at each of them, your heart stuttering. Shirtless, glowing eyes, all of them so achingly beautiful in the low light. Jinu’s body beneath you is all sharp lines and broad strength. Seoha’s chest rises and falls with quiet restraint, lean and cut like a sculpture. Hwimori’s frame is deceptively strong, his arms lean with muscle and his collarbone dusted with faded marks of tension. Haneul’s muscles are coiled like a predator ready to strike, his arms flexing with each breath. And Seungho—Seungho looks like wrath carved into devotion, the angles of his body rigid with something close to pain.

You’re starting to love them. Every inch. But something is missing. Something tugs at your soul, unfinished. Like you’ve walked through the door, but not stepped inside. You had felt nearly complete a while ago. A euphoric feeling of connection to them as the bond strengthened. But deep inside you knew there was something missing.

You blink up at them. “Can I… ask you something?”

They tense. “Anything,” Jinu says, voice low.

Your eyes dart to each of them. You’re certain this was it. The missing piece. “I need to see you. All of you. As you really are.”

The silence is immediate. Their gazes darken. Jinu’s arms tense. Seoha’s smile falters. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” Haneul mutters.

Hwimori’s fingers twitch. “We’re not… safe. Not in those forms.”

You shake your head. “Please. I need to. The bond—it’s not whole. Not yet. I can feel it.”

Jinu presses his forehead to yours, a low growl in his throat. “If you’re scared, even for a second—”

“I won’t be.”

You take each of their hands, one by one.

“I want to see you,” you whisper. “All of you. Not just the masks… please.”

Seoha’s jaw clenches. “Even if we look like monsters?”

“You never have.”

Something breaks in them. And then it begins. Shadows ripple. The air thickens as their skin darkens—not into black or red, but a rich, violet-blue hue etched with glowing marks and patterns, sigils carved into flesh like ancient poetry. Amber eyes burn brighter, like lanterns in a storm. Their veins pulse violet. Their presence swells until it chokes the room, not painful—but potent. Electric.

You gasp, tears welling. This is what they’ve been keeping from you? How in the world could they ever think you could despise them?

They’re terrified. Seoha won’t meet your eyes. Jinu looks frozen. Haneul’s teeth are clenched so tight they could shatter. Seungho—your dark blade—his jaw trembles.

You trace the patterns of Jinu- the one closest to you. His eyes flutter shut at the light feel of your fingertips on his face. You marvel at him, at who he truly is. What all of them really were. One by one, you place your palms on their chests, feel the warmth of demon markings, trace them like scripture. You lean forward and press a kiss to Seoha’s throat. To Hwimori’s chest. To Haneul’s ribs. To Seungho’s stomach. To Jinu’s heart.

“You’re beautiful.”

A silence washes over the room as they freeze. Like you’ve said something impossible. Something forbidden. Jinu’s breath catches in his throat. Seoha goes utterly still. Haneul looks away. Hwimori’s shoulders tense. Seungho clenches his jaw so tight you hear it crack.

“You don’t have to lie to us,” Jinu murmurs, almost too softly. “Not about this.”

“We know what we are,” Haneul mutters, eyes fixed on the floor. “We’ve seen the way humans look at us like we’re monsters.”

“We are monsters,” Seungho says hollowly, his amber eyes flickering with something unreadable.

You step forward—heart burning, soul alight. “Then let them call you monsters,” you whisper, voice trembling with truth. “Because if you are, then you’re mine. Every shadow, every scar, every part you were taught to hide—give it to me. I won’t run.”

They stare at you in shock and disbelief. As if your words were too good to be true.

So you prove it. You go to Hwimori first, his demon form trembling under your touch. You lift your fingers to his jaw, brushing over the gleaming marks that curve over his cheek. “You always feel everything I feel. You carry my pain like it’s your own. You’re not a monster, Hwi. You’re my mirror.”

He shudders, eyes wide and glassy. A soft, disbelieving sound escapes him as he clutches your hand to his chest like it’s the only thing tethering him to earth.

Next, you move to Seoha. His body is coiled like he’s ready to run, even as need burns behind his eyes. You press a kiss to the swirling pattern that stretches down his sternum, then another to the hollow of his throat. “You’ve always seen me. You make me feel like every word I say matters. You’re not just a fantasy I want to live in—you’re the truth I want to wake up to.”

He exhales like he’s collapsing, hand gripping your wrist so tightly it almost hurts. But he’s shaking. And in his eyes—hope flickers. Starving and terrified.

You turn to Haneul. He’s still, watching you with guarded hunger. You take his face in your hands, kiss the scarred symbol just beneath his eye. “You protect me like I’m sacred. You always have. Even when it hurts you. This body—these marks—don’t change what you are to me. They just show me what you’d survive for my sake.”

His lips part but no words come. Just breath. Shaking. Desperate. He leans into your palm like a man who’s never been held.

Then—Seungho. You approach him slowly, like he’s an injured beast ready to bolt. But he doesn’t move. You press a kiss to his jaw, to the jagged violet marking there. “I don’t care how cold the world made you. You burn for me. You never stopped burning. And I see it now—in every inch of your skin.”

His head tilts back. His throat bobs with a strangled sound.

And finally—Jinu. He hasn’t moved. His demon form still and regal like a statue carved from midnight flame. But his eyes—the gold in them is molten. You walk into his arms. Press your lips to the curve of his collarbone, to the streaks that glow over his chest like ribbons of power and pain.

“You’ve always carried the weight of the world, haven’t you?” you whisper. “Even then, you bore it in silence. I know what you think… that you failed me. That you failed your family. That you’re cursed to lead, but never protect.”

Your fingers trace a glowing line that pulses against his heart.

“But you’re wrong.” You look up at him, eyes soft but unrelenting. “You didn’t fail me. You found me. Again and again. And maybe the world worships you now for your voice, your beauty, your power… but I worship you for surviving.”

He exhales shakily. His arms wrap around you like he’s trying to hide you in his skin. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper again, to all of them. “All of you.”

They break. Seoha moans like he’s unraveling. Hwimori buries his face into your neck. Haneul groans like he’s in pain. Seungho whispers your name like a litany, like a curse, like a vow. Jinu cups your face and stares at you like he’s found the meaning of eternity.

The bond thrums—bright and breathless. It pulses between your ribs like sacred fire. And then— They descend. Kisses like oaths. Hands like hunger. Worship like war.

“You’re ours,” Jinu breathes against your jaw, voice cracked with yearning.

“And we’re yours,” Seungho growls into your throat.

“You made us real,” Seoha murmurs into your chest.

“You made us whole,” Haneul says, pressing his lips to your shoulder.

“You chose us,” Hwimori whimpers, holding your waist like you’ll vanish.

Lips map your skin like scripture. Tongues trace every place you’ve ever ached. Teeth leave promises where words would fail. You’ve seen them now. And you’ve never wanted anything more. The crimson threads pulse—harder. Thicker. Glowing with a sacred hunger. And then it hits you. Not just the tenderness. Not just the love.

But heat. Ache. Need. A raw, consuming ache blazes through your gut. Not emotional—carnal. It’s visceral, physical. It crashes into you like lightning. Your knees buckle and your eyes snap open—glowing red again, brighter this time. Like a fire finally given oxygen. “I—” Your voice shatters. A desperate gasp. “I… need—”

They’re on you instantly. A blur of breathless movement. The boys crowd close, drawn to you like moths to flame. Their eyes glow, their skin still alight with markings and pulsing power.

“It’s the bond,” Jinu says, voice low, reverent. His eyes burn. “It’s calling us. You’re feeling all of us now.” Their bare skin brushes yours and it feels like fire. Every graze stokes the need until it’s unbearable—devouring. You clutch at Jinu’s chest, panting. “Please. I need you. All of you. I can’t— I can’t hold it in.”

Growls. Gasps. Groans. The air thickens as hands descend on you once more. “You’re trembling,” Seoha breathes, palm at your ribs. “You ache for us.”

“You want to be filled,” Seungho mutters darkly. “You want us inside you.”

“She’s dripping already,” Haneul grins from the bed’s edge, fangs bared. “Fuck, she was made for us.”

Jinu lifts you effortlessly, laying you down on the bed like a sacred offering. His gaze flicks to the others—and they understand immediately. It would be him first. Of course. The one who made the pact. The one who waited the longest— across lifetimes. The one who sold his soul first to find you again.

His hands trail up your torso like devotion made flesh. “I knew you in every life, kitten. But this one… this one is ours to claim.” He leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that’s sinful—filthy—holy. Then he slowly peels Haneul’s shirt off your frame, eyes devouring every inch of skin you bare to him. He drinks in the sight like it’ll never be enough.

Around you, the boys settle in. Seoha lounges on the desk chair, one hand already palming his bulge through his sweats. Hwimori sits at the edge of the bed, his hand curled tight. Haneul lounges on the couch, eyes locked on you like he might jump at any moment. Seungho stands by the wall, breathing hard, his body tense like a live wire.

You know they’re watching. And it doesn’t shame you. It ignites you. You need them here. All of them. Your voice trembles. “Jinu… please. I— I need you. It burns.”

He strokes your jaw, eyes like amber flame. “Where do you need me, baby?”

“Please,” you whimper, arching. “Touch me. I need you. Everywhere.”

Jinu lets out a low, vicious sound as he kisses you again—this time rough, hungry. His teeth graze your lip. Then he drags his mouth down your throat. Between your breasts. He takes one nipple in his mouth and sucks hard—possessive, almost cruel with need. You cry out, your fingers in his hair. “Jinu—! Please, please—”

He groans against your skin. “You sound so good when you beg.”

“You were always mine,” he growls, trailing kisses down your stomach. “But now? Now you’ll feel it.”

When he spreads your thighs, it’s ravenous. He stares at your glistening mound like it’s the center of the universe. “Say it,” he commands, voice dark. “Say this pussy belongs to me.”

You tremble beneath his hands. “Yours,” you gasp. “It’s yours. All yours.”

He chuckles—low, dangerous and thrilled. “Good girl.” Then he descends—and devours. Your hips jerk. A scream tears from your throat. His tongue is everywhere—feasting like a man finally let into heaven.

You writhe, fisting your hands into his hair. He groans at the sensation. “Mmm, you were right, Haneul,” he growls between licks. “I could eat this meal every fucking day.”

“Told you,” Haneul grunts from the couch, hand wrapped tight around his cock. “She tastes sweeter than honey.”

“Sweeter than sin,” Seoha adds, his voice wrecked, his pants tented as he strokes himself slowly, eyes never leaving your body. Hwimori leans in, capturing your hand in his and bringing your knuckles to his lips as Jinu continues his relentless onslaught. You’re shaking, drowning.

And then Jinu adds a finger. Then another. You moan—loud, uncontrollable, broken. “So fucking tight,” he hisses. “How the hell are you going to take me, baby?”

You sob, gasping. “Jinu—please—I—”

He doesn’t stop. His tongue laves over your clit. His fingers curl inside you—relentless, wicked, perfect. He eats you like a starving man.

“Such a good girl,” Hwimori whispers.

“She’s going to fall apart again,” Seungho mutters, hand moving faster.

“So close,” you gasp, voice cracking.

“Come for us, baby,” Seoha breathes.

You do. With a cry, you shatter. Eyes glowing crimson, back arching, fists tugging at Jinu’s hair as he moans into your climax and keeps going. He only slows once you’ve ridden out the full shock of it.

Then he kisses up your body—your stomach, your chest, your collarbone—before reaching your throat. “You’re divine like this,” he murmurs against your skin.

“And you’re ready,” Seungho breathes.

You barely have time to catch your breath before Jinu rises above you, sweat-slicked and shirtless, muscles tight with restraint. The sharp planes of his torso glisten under the low, golden light—every ridge and carved hollow painted with glowing demon markings, coiling across his blue-purple skin like ancient scripture. His chest heaves. His abs ripple as he pants, hunger carved into every line of him.

And then— You watch in need as his fingers curl around the waistband of his sweatpants. That massive bulge has haunted your fantasies, but now, as he pulls them down and his length springs free, your breath catches audibly. Your mouth parts in stunned, trembling awe.

He’s huge.

A jolt of nerves crackles through your chest. How is that supposed to fit? Jinu watches your reaction with a quiet, dark satisfaction—like he knew you’d doubt it.

Around you, the others react. Seoha moves to your side and presses a kiss to your temple, his voice a warm balm laced with obsession. “You were made for us, baby. You were always meant to take him. To take all of us.”

“You’re ours,” Haneul grunts, palming himself shamelessly as he watches. “Every inch of you. We’ll make sure you remember that.”

“You’ll stretch around him,” Seungho mutters, voice hoarse. “You’ll cry, and you’ll beg, and we’ll fill you until you forget anyone else ever existed.”

Hwimori just watches you with wide, trembling eyes—devotion, awe, need burning in their depths.

Jinu doesn’t take his eyes off you. He lifts your thighs onto his forearms, bending over you like a predator staking his claim. Then he leans in and devours your mouth, tongue plunging, hungry and wet. When he breaks the kiss, he whispers, “Just relax, baby. Let me in.”

You nod, breath shaky. He slides his fingers into yours, entwining them, and pins them down beside your head—locking you in, body and soul. “Eyes on me,” he murmurs, amber gaze glowing. “Do you trust me?”

You nod again. Trembling. He pushes forward. Your mouth parts in a soft, shocked gasp. The thick head splits you open slowly, deliciously. Your walls clench instinctively, unsure, overwhelmed. Your nails dig into his hands as you whimper.

“Fuck,” Jinu groans, head dipping, eyes fluttering shut at the first feel of you. “You’re gripping me like you were made for this.”

You gasp, voice shaking. “J-Jinu—”

“I know,” he whispers. “I know, kitten. Just breathe. Let me in.”

The stretch is maddening. Your thighs shake. The pain flares, sharp and real—but there’s want in it. Need. “You’re doing so well, my love,” Seoha calls from the bed’s edge, his voice breaking with emotion.

“So fucking good,” Seungho pants, stroking himself slowly. “Look at her. Taking him like that.”

“Hold her, hyung,” Haneul says. “She’s our girl. She needs this.”

Jinu kisses the corner of your eye as the tears spill. “You can take it. You’re my good girl. You were meant for me.”

You cry out as he presses deeper—so deep.

“I’m halfway in,” he breathes.

“Halfway?” you rasp, disbelief in your tone.

His groan is animal. “Gripping me like a fucking vice—fuck—how are you this tight?” He thrusts deeper, and you arch, mouth open in a silent scream. His shoulders flex above you, every muscle drawn tight. He leans down, taking your nipple into his mouth again as he rocks forward—finally, finally bottoming out. Both of you moan, trembling. It feels like something ancient has clicked into place. Like puzzle pieces reuniting after centuries.

“You feel…” Jinu groans, nearly choking on the words. “You feel like fucking home.” He kisses your tears away, voice shaking with reverence. “I’ve waited 400 years for this. To claim you. To fill you. You don’t even know how long I’ve suffered for this moment.” He stills inside you, letting you adjust. His kisses trail your cheek and your jaw. You’re trembling beneath him, tears drying on your skin—but the fire inside you burns brighter now.

“I’m going to move, baby.”

You nod, breath catching. “Please.”

He pulls out almost entirely—just the head stretching you—and slams back in. You yelp. Loud. Good heavens for all that is holy. Your head snaps back into the pillows. He groans, jaw clenching, hips working slow and steady. “So wet. So fucking tight. This pussy was made for me.”

Each thrust is deeper, harder. His hips roll with control, with rhythm, with claim. You sob with pleasure. He watches you break—eyes glowing amber, demon markings pulsing along his arms and chest. His control starts to crack. His movements sharpen.

He lets go of your hand and wraps one large hand around your throat—not squeezing, just holding. Possessive. Anchoring. “Mine,” he growls with each thrust. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Your nails claw at his back as he devours you from the inside. There’s nothing gentle left. Just raw, desperate need. His hips slam into yours with a deafening slap, one after the other. He owns you. Body, soul, and destiny.

The pressure in your belly coils tighter. A fire rising. “J-Jinu—” you gasp, barely able to breathe. “I— I’m close—!”

“I know, baby,” he grunts, his pace faltering. Sweat drips from his jaw. “So am I.”

Your hand claws at his wrist as the pleasure builds into agony. The sound of skin slapping, his low groans, your mewls—they fill the room. You’re on the edge. Every thrust of his cock into you feels like a lightning strike of pleasure, striking deep into your bones. It’s all so much. Too much. You shut your eyes tight at the feeling.

“Eyes on me, beautiful,” Jinu growls, forehead pressing to yours, hips pounding into you. “Don’t look away. Watch me while I make you mine.”

You do. You look into those blazing amber eyes, and it breaks you. You scream as your climax shatters through you, your body trembling violently around him. Your walls pulse, clench, milk him. Stars shine at the flutter of your eyelids as you reach your peak.

“Fuck—!” Jinu roars. He thrusts like a madman. Once, twice, and then slams into you one last time—deep—and spills himself inside you.

Hot. Endless. Claiming.

“Take it,” he breathes, his voice shaking with ecstasy and reverence. “Take all of me. You were made for me. Made for me to love. To worship. To fill.”

His hips keep moving, shallow and slow, working every last drop into your womb. “I waited centuries for this,” he groans into your neck, still rocking. “You’re mine. My soul. My everything.” His kisses rain over your cheeks, your eyelids, your lips. You whimper under him, body trembling with aftershocks.

The bond hums between you, molten and eternal. You don’t just feel him inside your body. You feel him in your soul. Jinu’s chest heaves against yours, every inch of his skin pressed to your slick, trembling body. He stays rooted deep inside you, refusing to let even a drop of him spill.

He holds you like he’s trying to imprint his shape into you. His lips find your temple, warm and sweet. “You did so well for me,” he whispers, breath shaky, voice wrecked with love and possessive pride. “Took me so perfectly, just like I knew you would.”

“Fuck…” Haneul’s voice cracks as he fists himself from where he’s leaned against the wall. His topaz eyes bore into you as he spills into his own hand, grunting your name through clenched teeth. “So perfect. So fucking perfect.”

“Always knew you’d be ours,” Seungho pants, His crimson-stained gaze never leaves your face. “Took him like you were born for it. Like your body’s just… ours.”

Jinu presses his forehead to yours. “You’re such a good girl for me… for all of us.” You shiver as he slowly pulls his hips back just a little, still buried in you, just to feel the way your walls tighten instinctively around him again. He groans deep in his chest.

Hwimori purrs, his hands still sticky where he’s come beside you, quiet moans escaping him as he presses his forehead to your shoulder from behind. “You smell like us now… like him. I love it. I love you.”

Seoha grunts softly from the desk chair, hips rolling into his hand one final time before he spills with a hiss. “That face you made when you came—fuck, baby. You’ll break me.”

You smile sleepily, deliriously. Your body aches, your skin glows, and your heart feels heavy in the best way. They were yours, and you’d take them soon. You were claimed. Adored. Bound.

Jinu finally pulls out with a low growl, the thick drag of him from your oversensitive walls making your breath hitch. He watches the mess drip from you with pride, then leans in to press a final kiss to your navel—his palm spread wide over your lower belly like he’s branding you. “My mark,” he murmurs.

Before the emptiness can settle, Hwimori gathers you into his arms like a child’s favorite toy, protective and warm. He cradles you against his chest, seating you between his legs on the bed, your back against his bare torso. He buries his face in your neck and sighs.

Seoha leans in to kiss your temple. “You’re glowing, sweetheart.”

Seungho presses a kiss to your wrist, eyes locked onto your fluttering pulse. “We’ll never let you go now.”

You hear the faucet running in the other room. “Haneul’s drawing you a bath,” Seoha whispers. “We want to take care of you, baby. You gave us everything.”

And just like that, you close your eyes. Wrapped in warm skin, whispers of obsession, and five pairs of eyes that would tear the world apart just to keep you here—where you belong.

TO BE CONTINUED

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A/N: So... I hope you guys enjoyed this! For the ovulating girlies, next chapter will also have smut so each boy gets their fill. Also- pls don't come for me for the breeding stuff- (Wrap it up, folks!) but c'mon, Jinu waited 400 years for this ain't no way he'll use protection lol. Also their obsessive need to claim pours into this need so yeah, I didn't think it necessary. BUT IRL PLS WRAP IT UP IF U CAN SAFETY FIRST. 400 years this demon has been celibate so...

Let me know if you guys enjoyed this! Next chapter has smut but also intimate fluff and the plot rolls again as well.

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