#SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO DO THIS

[ayzaart]

yoshiki, hikaru, and hikaru

[mwphisto]

So.

Lads reaction to mc being in such a position that their ass is stuck up in the air

LaDs: You did this on purpose, right?

~ All Contain Smut, the consent is dubious for these - never explicitly asked for or stated & they are all in pre-established relationships.

~ All love interests x Female Reader

A note from Soul: Thank you for this idea! Sorry it's taken so unbelievably long to get around to it! I hope it was somewhat worth the wait ;-; I also hope I took your prompt the right way lmao if not... I can always try again!

Xavier can’t help the low chuckle that slips past his lips when he sees you stuck between the tv stand and bookshelf. You’re whining, wiggling your ass as if that will do anything other than tempt him. “How did you manage this, my star?”

The second you slump in defeat, his laughter grows a little stronger. “I was trying to fix all the cables you have back here and I got stuck! If I move too fast the tv will fall. Can you just hold the tv for me so it’s stable?” Reasonable enough, but you’d be a fool to think Xavier would ever let this perfect opportunity pass him.

You expect to hear him shuffle closer, to see his hand from your peripheral vision perhaps. Instead, you feel his hands encompassing your ass. “…Xavier?” The tv teeters as you try and turn your body around, effectively keeping you in place.

“C’mon, tell me this isn’t the perfect opportunity.” You feel it then, his fingers hooking in your sleep pants and tugging them down alongside your panties in one go. “My star, why are you already wet?” How on earth does he expect you to answer that?

“Xavier! Quit playing!”

“Playing? I’m not playing.” His fingers are spreading you apart, watching the arousal ooze from your entrance. "If anything, my star, it seems you're the one playing around." A small smirk is pulling at his lips as he watches your cunt clench around nothing.

"J-just..." But you had nothing proper to say, fingers clenching around the bunch of wires you had foolishly tried to organize. "Don't knock your tv over in the process..."

And you swore he moaned, the warmth of it spreading over your exposed cunt as he placed a wet kiss to your dripping center.

"I'll make it worth your while, my sweet star."

Zayne has seen you in quite compromising positions before, but this one? Oh this one takes the cake. "Z, is that you? Can you help!" You had lost hope in your quiet escape a while ago, accepting your fate of being ass up with your head down in the washing machine.

"My love, how did you even manage this?" Though, it's quite muffled from where your head is at. "I was trying to get the last sock stuck to the bottom, I reached too far and lost my balance and... yeah." Your feet were barely touching the ground, not enough leverage to push yourself back and get stead on the ground.

Zayne suppressed his laugh, eyes dragging over your pitiful stance. All the while, he was making a mental note to buy a washing machine that opened from the side rather than the top.

"I'm afraid my services require a fee." And your bewildered squeal was enough for him to tug at the sleep shorts that had been riding up your ass with each struggled wiggle. "One that needs to be paid before the services can be done, of course."

"No way! Get me out of here first and then I'll pay you!" But slender fingers were already squishing and squeezing your bottom, a pleased hum slipping past your lover's lips. "My love, you know this opportunity is too good." The stain that appeared as Zayne pressed two fingers over your covered center only proved him right.

"Z, please! I swear all the blood is rushing to my head!" But he only laughed, hooking his fingers under the thin strip of fabric covering your center. Pulling it away from your heated sex to see the arousal clinging to the fabric, keeping it connected to you. "I beg to differ, it seems you certainly have enough circulation to..."

But you kicked your legs with a squeal, embarrassed and aroused at the same time. "Just get me out of here!"

"In due time, my love."

Rafayel was nearly doubled over laughing when he found you. "Cutie, how did you accomplish this feat?" You couldn't see him, of course, but oh could you hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke. "You should be thanking me, Raf! I saved your sculpture!"

But, in the process, you knocked over several canvases... and perhaps his beloved ladder he always sat upon. Which didn't hurt when it landed on you. It actually was cushioned by the fallen art pieces on top of you. But, now? You're stuck.

"Cutie, I'm pretty sure you can wiggle your way free." Though, he certainly doesn't mind the view you are presenting him with. Your ass is wiggling a bit but you can't shimmy free with the wet sculpture in your hands. "If I do, it'll ruin the sculpture! It's still wet!" Even now, you could see your fingers creating indents where you held.

"That's... fine." Though, Rafayel would be lying if he said that didn't give him several inappropriate ideas.

How ruined would his newest sculpture be if it was the only thing you had to hold onto while he fucked you stupid? Oh, now he really had to find out. "Let's make it a different sort of art piece, yeah?

Before you could question him, you felt his hands circling your thighs, spreading you apart as he tugged your bottoms to the side. "Rafayel, what are you- shit!" He was nudging your entrance, the dull head of his cock collecting your arousal and smearing it around.

"You sure this wasn't on purpose? You're already so wet..." You felt the urge to question how he was already hard. But you knew your lover well, this position wasn't all that innocent either. On your knees, back arched, ass up? It was like dangling a treat in his face.

"Don't be ridiculous, just get me out of this mess please!" A last ditch effort as you felt him center himself at your entrance. "Oh I will, after I've had my fun..." and he's pushing in, reveling in your desperate whine as he pictured your fingers digging into the clay.

Sylus can't quite believe his eyes when he enters one of his many armories. "This is... an interesting tactic to get my attention, kitten." He had merely gone to investigate the crashing sound he heard, assuming it was one of the twins and not... you.

"Sy! T-this wasn't an attempt to get your attention! I'm genuinely stuck!" A case of weapons had fallen on top of you when you bent down to look at a particular gun he had hanging low on the wall.

Now, you're quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Ah, well... you've certainly garnered my attention regardless, Kitten."

Your dress was bunched around your waist, revealing your cotton panties to his hungry stare. Mentally, Sylus was thankful neither twin went running at the sound of your chaos. Or else, they would have gotten a view meant for him and him alone.

"I take it you are needing my help." But his tone is a bit far away, as if he is too dazed to really put effort into his words. It's totally not due to the wet patch on the center of your panties, no not at all. Definitely not due to your wiggling hips, or your plump ass begging to be smacked. No, not even your thighs pressing together as you squirm.

No, Sylus was much... stronger than that. (wrong)

"Yes! Yes please! I really can't find a way to free my-Sylus?" Your entire body stiffens, not out of distain but out of surprise. His nose is warm as it trails over your lower back, his hands hot as they still your wiggly hips. "Remember that time you couldn't help yourself while I was on my back under my motorcycle?"

Oh. Oh no... you remembered very well. You couldn't have helped yourself then even if you wanted too. The way his shirt had ridden up his stomach? His arms bare and muscles flexing as he worked on the underside of his bike? Yeah, no. You had straddled him so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. Sylus hadn't even flinched...

"I think..." and something hard and bulging is pressed directly over your covered center "...it's time I returned the favor, no?"

Caleb was convinced he had seen too much porn. No, his mind was utterly tainted, ruined, a wasteland ruined by consumption of the adult video industry. Because there was no way this was happening to him... to you... and he was getting hard.

"Caleb? Is that you?" You want to turn back and look, but you are unironically stuck under the kitchen sink. Somehow, you wedged yourself too deep, stuck between the wooden base and the piping of his sink. "Got a little carried away while cleaning... I'm stuck."

Clad in one of his shorts and a pair of his boxers, Caleb felt like a kid on Christmas morning. His sweet pipsqueak, his perfect princess, he could slap a bow on your ass and he'd consider you the best gift he had ever received. "Yeah, yeah I can see that."

"I just need you to guide me a bit, I think I can get out if you do that- what the hell?" You had attempted to move back but you could feel his evol cling to your skin. "Caleb! Now isn't the t-time!" But his nose was nuzzling your center, and every complaint fizzled out.

"Oh, c'mon. I can't give up this opportunity, pips. You looked too cute with your ass in the air like that..." He can feel you shudder, feel you still feebly attempt to push back but for a different reason.

"Caleb... my back is starting to hurt..." but you were already going slack-jawed. His tongue licking over your covered cunt before his fingers yanked his boxers down of your hips. "All the more reason I should make this pretty pussy feel good, no? You made a mess of my boxers, pips. Your pussy leaked all over them..."

Your cheeks burn as you hear him inhale, sniffing in the heady scent of your musk. You have a funny feeling he won't be washing them before he wears them himself... "Such a pervert, Caleb..."

"Yeah, yeah. But I'm your pervert."

[un-fwuit-un-fwog]

Midnight Visits

Part ten of The Rain series

Synopsis: Rook and Che'nya sneak into the infirmary on two separate nights to visit the recovering Prefect.

TW: Broken bone, entering without breaking, Rook Hunt

A/N: Writing block sucks. Sorry it took so long but I was finally able to form words how I wanted to again!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (here), Part 11 (coming soon), . . .

Waking up the next morning you were undoubtedly better rested than you had been in a long time, but you were also a little peeved at a certain fae for spelling you to sleep in order to avoid your topic of discussion.

And boy were you happy you slept so good because the rest of the morning was a blur of tests and Styx staff. A good portion of your bandages had been removed by now. Your stomach, head, and select spots on your arms and legs were now freed from bandages. The staff decided you were far enough along in the treatment and that your body was reacting well enough to magical treatments, despite them being foreign to you, that they could do some more intensive procedures and repair your broken bones. The casts were removed, and while the bones were definitely healed now, the places where the cracks and splinters used to be were unbelievably sore. According to the doctors, this soreness would last about a week. And, over this week, you wouldn't be allowed any visitors.

The first couple days passed unbearably slowly. Nothing to do, nobody to talk to, you couldn't even play the games Idia left you because you were too sore. The TV (a gift from Idia as well) had timed out and so you were left to stare at the ceiling and hallucinate patterns in the grain of the stone.

"That spot looks like Roi du Lions."

You nearly jumped out of your skin. Your body ached in protest and a pained yelp ripped from your throat. You could barely see a mop of blonde hair out of your peripherals. "Rook?" you winced.

"Oui" came his unbothered response. Likely understanding how sore you were at the moment, Rook moved to sit on the edge of your bed so you could properly see him. He looked the same as usual except for some very distinctive leaves in twigs that were tangled in his hair. They were from a tree of which there was only one on campus. That tree was outside the window to the room you were now sickeningly familiar with.

You didn't bother asking how he managed to get inside the room, the slight breeze you felt tickling your cheeks answered that question rather clearly. Instead, you asked: "How long were you in the tree?"

Rook gave you his signature cryptic smile. "Only three days this time. Worry not. I packed myself rations for my stay in the canopy."

You ignored the absurdity of his statement mostly and asked: "This time?"

"Oui!"

You stared at him.

His face remained in a close eyed smile. He looked like a fox.

"Rook-"

"Oh! Do not look at me with such an expression! I simply could not simply allow my beloved Trickster to lay all alone whilst they battled so valiantly!"

You managed to decipher his flowery words ad essentially being him saying he had been in the tree for some duration between the time you first got admitted and now in order to keep an eye on you. You didn't bother asking if it was an occasional thing of if he was up there the whole time. You weren't sure you wanted to hear the answer.

Despite everything, Rook seemed to be at his usual level of weirdness. You were just about to wright him off as being the one who took all of this the best when a phone screen flickered before your face.

"My first stint was for 4 weeks! I was in such a rush to be by your side that I hadn't even brought rations and supplies with me! I had to rely on Monsieur Crabapple and Roi du Poison to bring me food and water in exchange for information on your condition." On his phone screen flickered an image of an unruly and wild looking Rook. His hair was far from its usual neatness, dirt and mud dirtied his clothes and complexion, his usual cleanshaven face was prickly with stubble, and he overall looked like he had just survived a month living like a beast in the forest. "Roi du Poison was quite cross with me when I finally returned, but his heart was not in his scolding."

"Wait. . .were you out there throughout the entire storm?" you croaked, memories of the storm conjured from Malleus' emotion flashed through your mind. How had he survived that?

Rook simply smiled and reached a hand up to brush the hair from your face.

He didn't stay much longer after that. He left declaring you needed rest. As he left you realized. . .his hair was much longer.

The next few nights after Rook's visit were peaceful. Your soreness was now just a dull ache of a memory of its prior intensity. You were absentmindedly staring up at the TV across the room, watching some old cartoon professor Trein had brought over CDs of saying his daughters loved it when they were younger and perhaps you would too. It was the last night of your recovery period. Tomorrow you would get to see another of your friends.

You finally decided to turn off the cartoons and go to bed for the night when you began to see flashes of pink and cartoony looking smiles out of the corners of your eyes.

You flicked off the television and were about to lay down when- "Aww. I liked that one."

You surprised even yourself by not being startled by the voice. Perhaps you'd had a suspicion in the back of your mind that you hadn't been simply hallucinating.

"Well it's no fun if you don't jump" a floating head materialized above the mattress beside you and huffed.

"Hello, Che'nya"

The mattress beside you dipped as a body materialized to go along with the head. "Hello, Little Prefect." Che'nya grinned back. "You really have set the whole island into a uproar, you know."

"I'm sure that's an exaggeration." you sigh. NRC was understandable since it's the school you go to and therefore you knew a lot to the people there and they knew you. RSA was too to an extent since you had a couple friends there. But the whole island? Maybe the press was annoying the townsfolk?

"Oh, but it's not" Che'nya coos. "I don't think you realize it, Little Prefect, but you've wiggled yourself into lives and hearts of many people here." As he spoke, his tail flicked lazily around. "Neige was nearly inconsolable."

Your eyes flick over to the bouquet on your windowsill. You received it pretty soon after the incident and a spell had been cast on it to keep the flowers from wilting.

"And I was hardly in any shape to do any consoling myself." Suddenly his soft tail coils around your leg while his fingers intertwine with yours.

"Che'nya" you sigh. "Stop joking."

The beastman laughs at your blank expression but tucks his head under your chin. "I'm not." he pouts.

You open your mouth to reprimand him once more but stop and close it again when you feel his grip on your hand tighten ever so slightly.

The room falls silent and you soon fall asleep. When you wake up in the morning Che'nya is gone but the side of the bed on which he laid the night before is still warm.

You can't help but remember how the way he clung to you last night felt more. . .desperate than usual.

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— 박종성 unexpected problems ; park jongseong

pairing ꪆৎ gentleman!jay x reader ; genre: fluff. one sided enemy to lovers. reader swears that she hates jongseong's guts. word count: 5855.

YOU SWORE THAT PARK JONGSEONG was a living breathing problem.

It was all triggered when he spilled an entire cup of iced americano onto your blouse in front of the humanities building. It was a nice day—sunny, calm, until he bumped into your shoulder with his loud laugh.

The second the freezing liquid soaked through the fabric, and your audible gasp reverberated in the hallway, all he did was look down, blink, a few times... then give you a ward cash.

No "sorry."

No "are you okay?"

Just... fucking money.

You remembered his expression too. Like it was no big deal. Like he bumped a water bottle over, not his cup of coffee on your whole outfit and morning.

And since then, you resolved: Jay Park, is not a good man.

It didn't help that your friend group had the biggest crushes on his.

"Sunghoon's so cute I want to cry,"

"Ni-ki's dancing are unreal."

"Jongseong has such good boyfriend energy, like—ugh, imagine."

"Do you think he smells good?? He looks like he smells good."

You just wanted to scream.

What could be interesting about a bunch of rich boys playing sports? What could you find appealing about these kids who acted like campus royalty? Especially Jay, the way he walked like the whole school was his catwalk? That shit-eating grin like he had a thousand secrets when you definitely weren't interesting enough to even know one?

You didn't care if he was hot. Or rich. Or had nice hair that always flopped perfectly over his eyes. No. You were not like all the other students. You weren't going to fall for it.

...that is until the professor told you about your new seating arrangements.

And just like that—you were seat partners with Park Jongseong.

He never ignored a chance to talk to you, either. From day one.

"Are you always this quiet or do I scare you?"

"That's a nice pen. You want me to get you a gold one?"

"Your notes are too cute for you to hate this class."

You either waved him off or answered him in one word. But he never stopped trying. The effort was honestly... strange.

Jay, however, noticed every little thing.

The way you always furrowed your brows when trying to understand something.

How you fidgeted with the cap of your pen during pop quizzes.

How you zoned out halfway through lectures but still somehow managed to pass.

He remembered the coffee incident, unfortunately.

And maybe he should've said sorry instead of throwing money.

But you looked so pissed, he genuinely thought you were going to throw the cup at his head.

Still, he noticed you in the crowd.

At the basketball match.

Under the scorching sun.

Not screaming his name like the others, but sitting stiffly, clearly dragged there by your friends, lip gloss melting off from the heat. You didn't even like him—he knew that—but something about you kept catching his attention.

Today when you walked in late a cup of coffee was waiting for you on your desk.

You stared at it, then stared at him. You stared back at the cup, and then back at him.

Jay, crossed arms leaning back in his seat looking way, way too smug.

"It's for you. An apology," he said nonchalantly.

You blinked. "Took you that long to apologize?"

"Hey, at least I apologize," he said raising an eyebrow.

You scoffed, pulled out your laptop, and opened up your notes—fighting the way your lips twitched. Not a smile. Not at all. Class moved slowly. You did your best to pay attention, but Jay's tapping his pen and glancing at you every so often pulled you out of your thoughts.

It wasn't until the professor began writing complicated diagrams on the board that you furrowed your brows in confusion. You didn't say anything—but Jay noticed.

Without saying much, he leaned a bit closer and explained it quietly, simplifying everything so well that you almost forgot you were mad at him.

"...Oh. That... actually makes sense," you muttered, barely taking your eyes off your screen.

He just shrugged like it was nothing.

But Jungwon—who sat behind you two—definitely heard the soft "thank you" you mumbled under your breath. He noticed how you didn't pull away as quickly when Jay leaned in. He noticed the slight shifts in your body language.

Maybe Jay wasn't just a problem anymore.

Maybe he was becoming... an unexpected one.

After class, you hurriedly grabbed your stuff, and made your way right outside the hall, where you eventually found yourself scrolling through your phone to pass the time until your friends showed up.

They came a few minutes later, immediately nudging each other, as one leaned toward your ear and said, "Don't freak out. But Jay's totally watching you right now."

You looked up, and sure enough—in that moment he sat leaning against the brick wall with Jungwon by his side, arms crossed, hair a little tousled from running his fingers through it, and staring at you directly.

He wasn't even pretending not to look.

And you tried not to look interested, but your heartbeat said otherwise.

You swore you would never feel this way about him. Not now. Not ever.

But when you caught his stupid gaze—that stupid, confident gaze—and turned away like his stare was on fire. "Whatever," you said real quietly to yourself. "Maybe he he was looking at one of you guys or something."

But none of your friends were falling for it.

"Girl, come on." Juri sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes as she wrapped around your arm. "Even I like him and I feel like he was staring at you. It feels like it didn't even blink, like what kind of a K-drama is this?"

You bit back a comment, cheeks warming slightly, brushing your fingers through your hair to play it off. "It's not that deep, guys. Come on. I'm hungry." 

"Right, yeah," said one of your friends with a smirk. "Hungry for what though?" 

"Shut up," you sighed, lightly swatting her shoulder as they all burst into laughter, teasing you mercilessly while still debating what to eat for lunch. You could feel the way your heart was skipping in your chest, and you hated it. Hated the thought of him affecting you like this.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the quad, Jungwon was over the staring competition that Jay was losing to.

He abruptly jabbed him with his elbow, sending him an annoyed look. "Stop staring at her and tell me what you want to eat later. You're being weird."

Jay continued to lean against the wall, chewing on his bottom lip, and did not respond right away.

Then finally, a small quiet voice.

"...Do you think she hates me?"

Jungwon blinked and scrunched up his face. "What?"

Jay looked away from where you and your friends huddled, hands stuffed in his pockets. "I mean, I wouldn't blame her. But I don't know, I keep trying."

Jungwon gave him an unimpressed stare before shrugging his shoulders. "She probably does. But..." he paused, watching the way you were trying very hard not to look back at Jay, fiddling with your bag strap, and the way your lips twitched like you were trying not to smile.

"...I think she's warming up to you or something. I don't know."

Jay allowed the tiniest of grins to curve onto his lips, his gaze drifting back to you once more.

Yeah. He was gonna try again.

Your morning was already off to a terrible start. You had cramps twisting in your lower stomach the second you got out of bed, and you knew—knew—the rest of the day would continue in the same terrible fashion.

You wanted nothing to do with the heat. Or your heavy laptop. Or people breathing too loud.

So when you reached your seat and dumped your bag on the chair with a heavy thump, Jay flinched just slightly beside you. He turned his head to look at you, presumably expecting some other cold brush-off or annoyed glare, but instead saw you laboriously pulling out your notebook, then sighing in exasperation as you noticed you forgot your pencil case.

You looked... off.

You were slumped over your desk, one arm under your head and the other curled across your stomach, breathing heavily through your nose. It wasn't hard to put two and two together, especially with how often you shifted uncomfortably in your seat every minute, with your brow wearing an ever-so-slight frown.

Jay frowned a little, his lips pressed together into a line. Was it him? Did he do something again?

But, when class began and you blearily blinked awake, wordlessly pointing at the extra pen laying beside his laptop, he just nodded and slid it to you with a slight gesture of his hand. You took it, wordlessly, and he wasn't expecting a thank you either.

This was different than other days. You didn't brush him off, or fight him with your snarky attitude. You were just tired. And Jay could tell.

And to be honest, he was too.

Jay shouldn't have been taking notes, he shouldn't have been paying attention to the professor, explaining some stat formula. But his attention had gone sideways.

You were slumped again, your head turned toward the window, eyelashes fluttering lightly as sleep began to pull you down again. He took in the way your hair strands framed your cheek, and how the rise and fall of your chest was slightly uneven—probably from the lad style.

You looked soft, he thought. You were still beautiful, and you were still so headstrong in the way you carried yourself every day, but in that moment, you looked really vulnerable—in a way no one ever got to see.

No one, except him—the person you hated the most.

His chest tightened.

And maybe you didn't know, but Jay had always paid attention. It wasn't just basketball and flirting and showing off. He observed you. And he saw every detail about you.

The way you would cross your arms when someone walked in that you didn't like.

The way your eyes always flicked to the exit in your lecture, as if you were planning your escape.

The way your nose crunched when someone said something dumb—which, usually was him.

And now, how your hands were lightly clenched over your stomach, how you didn't have your usual bag, and how your shoulders were hunched the whole class.

Jay wasn't used to being... protective like this.

Once class was over, he reached out, nudging your elbow gently. "Hey..." he said, his voice lower than usual.

You blinked yourself awake slowly, letting out a soft groan while you hurriedly packed your belongings, not saying much, and being slower than you usually are—your usual brisk pace shattering before his eyes.

He stood up before you did, ready to ask if you were okay, when his eyes glanced down.

And froze.

There—faint, but visible to see—there was a stain on the back of your skirt. The guys who were normally a few rows behind, already walking down the stairs were loud as usual.

Jay knew what kind of assholes they were. He didn't need them seeing this. He didn't need you getting embarrassed.

With a rush, he came to put himself closer and then step into your space—with his back now pressed directly to yours just as you turned slightly in confusion and almost bumped into him. "Jay—?"

"Shh. Just..." He mumbled low enough only you could hear it as he was shrugging off his varsity jacket and looping it around your waist. "Don't move yet."

You froze as you began understanding what he was doing. You looked down and back behind you.

Then the panic hit.

Your voice became suddenly small. "Wait—shit—fuck, seriously?"

He tied the jacket around your hips, snugly but not too tight, making sure there was enough cover. "Yeah. But I got you."

Your heart was breathing a little bit faster now, and you were flushed from more than just the cramps. "You didn't have to-"

"I wanted to." He turned slightly and blocked you with his body as the group passed. "Now let's go before those idiots say anything."

You stared at him for a second, heart racing from the embarrassment. But Jay wasn't laughing.

He wasn't poking fun at you, or even looking smug. He was just calm. Calm and somewhat gentle. You looked down at the jacket he tied for you. It smelled faintly of his cologne.  

"....Thanks," you whispered.

He didn't say anything for a beat, just smiled a tiny smile and moved to the side and offered his arm as if this wasn't a big deal. "C'mon," he said. "Let's go. I'll walk behind you—just in case."

You definitely weren't expecting him to say that—that he'd stay behind you just in case. That he wanted to cover you. That he noticed, cared, and took action without a second thought and without judgment.

You didn't even trust your own voice to speak up, you just nodded slightly; you tucked your chin in a little as you ran down the steps of the lecture hall and followed him. He just stayed behind you—not too close to suffocate,  but enough that you could feel the presence of him.

The soft weight of his jacket around your hips wasn't heavy, but it was... grounding. Almost comforting, in the way it made you feel protected.

Jungwon had picked up the hint quickly, walking ahead a little with his earbuds in, choosing not to say anything or third-wheel—bless him for that.

As you both exited the building, the sun immediately warmed your skin, and you saw your friends standing just outside the gates of the campus. They were chatting casually, but the second their eyes landed on the both of you together—it was over.

Juri squealed first.

"Oh my god-" she gasped rather dramatically as she elbowed one of the girls beside her.

Their eyes dropped down to the most easy to identify varsity jacket wrapped around your waist. Jay's jacket. And how he was still standing subtly behind you, brushing your back with his chest whenever you moved even slightly.

You wanted to melt into the floor.

"Hi guys..." You let out awkwardly, waving a bit as you slowed to a stop in front of them, everything suddenly coming to your attention—him, your cheeks, theirs eyes, his jacket.

He remained behind you, levelled like a wall, a quiet assurance behind you.

The excited squeal one of your friends were trying so openly to suppress. Juri was practically bouncing with excitement, mouthing something you didn't need to interpret to know you were going to glare at.

She winked. You glared. She's grinned even wider.

Traitor.

The rest of your friend group quickly caught on to whatever Juri was scheming and played along too well, saying something about being "suddenly so busy" and "oh no, we forgot we have that meeting" and "so sorry, can't join you guys" before waving and scattering in different directions, pretending to be more occupied than they clearly were.

You turned your head to them, deadpan. "Really?"

Juri winked again from behind her iced latte and skipped away.

Jay watched the whole thing with the kind of amused look that was just barely hidden—a small smirk tugging up at his lips as he leaned a little closer to you.

"So I guess we're alone now," he said casually, tone light.

You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You can go find your friends or... practice. I mean, whatever you were supposed to be doing."

Jay shrugged. "I'd rather stay."

You looked up, prepared to protest again, but he was already talking.

"Keep the jacket. It's cute on you," he added nonchalantly, eyes flitting down, clearly taking in how it wrapped snugly around your hips. "Color looks good on you."

Your heart stuttered—an infuriating flutter you refused to admit was because of him.

"Jay," you said, half-informing, half-flustered.

He just chuckled softly. "Wanna join me for lunch then?"

You blinked, surprised. "What about your frie-"

"They'll live," he cut in with a slight grin, nodding toward the sidewalk just past the gates. "They can survive a day without me. I promise."

You hesitated, still gripping the strap of your bag in defiance. But... you were hungry. And your friends really did just ditch you.

And Jay... Jay wasn't being boisterous or cocky like he usually is, he was just... here. Present. Acting like you were a person, not a target. You didn't hate it.

He tilted his head at you, his voice softer this time. "My treat?"

You looked up at him, and bit the inside of your cheek before you sighed. "Fine."

"Fine?" He grinned, eyes bright. "I'll take it. Let's take you back to your dorm first to change?" Jay raised a brow to you, voice softer now, though you could see the teasing in his eyes.

You felt your breath hitch slightly—right, your skirt. You forgot the whole reason you were covered in his varsity jacket. Heat bloomed at the back of your neck as you quickly nodded. "Y-Yeah. Good idea."

He walked next to you in silence, while you led the way. He glanced your way occasionally, when you'd brush your hair behind your ear, or rub your eyes in tired frustration. You weren't used to this—him giving you this much attention.

When you both stepped into the elevator, the air felt thick, like it was charged with things unsaid. Jay didn't say too much either, he just shoved his hands into his sweats pockets and watched the numbers light up until you hit your floor.

You hesitated for a moment before unlocking your dorm door—not because you were scared, but because this was the first time you had ever let any guy inside. Any guy.

But Jay didn't just feel like any guy.

When the door creaked open, he slipped quietly past you. His eyes roamed the small room. It was not too feminine—just cozy, and filled with little details that screamed you.

The soft fairy lights, the half-empty mug on the desk, the pile of books on the chair, the diffuser softly puffing in the corner. Your whole room felt cozy and real, just his type.

He leaned back against the door frame while you set your bag down. "You can shower first if you want," he said casually, shrugging his jacket off his arms. "I'll wait."

You blinked. "Really? I don't wanna take too long..."

"You wouldn't. Go on. It's your priority first alright?" he stated reassuringly, taking a seat at the edge of your bed and already reaching for his phone to scroll until you got into the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut behind you, you let out a big sigh. A sigh of relief but also a sigh of exhaustion from the day. You quickly took off your clothes and got under the water, allowing it to melt the tensions in your lower back and stomach. There was warmth spreading over your skin, the soft smell of your shampoo rising with the steam.

But halfway through drying yourself, your eyes grew wide with horror.

You forgot your clothes.

You clutched the towel tighter around yourself and creaked the door open just enough to peek in the room. Jay was splayed out on your bed; lazy, legs splayed open slightly, his phone sleeping on his chest while he took it all in. At the sound of the crack of your door, Jay's eyes shot up immediately.

"Jay..." you called softly, voice barely audible. "Can you... go to my wardrobe and pick something out for me?"

He blinked a few times; clearly taking in the sight of your bare legs and shoulders wrapped only in a towel. His throat bobbed as he quickly averted his eyes. "Y-Yeah. Sure. I can do that.."

He leapt out of the bed faster than expected and walked over to your closet like he was on a mission. His fingers traced along the hangers while he glanced along before grabbing what looked most interesting one—a soft little sundress and a cardigan.

He looked at it one second. Cute. Way too cute. He thought he was grabbing something easy to put on—not something that made it look like you were on a date.

...wait.

Is this a date now?

He invited you to lunch. He bought you coffee. He gave you his jacket. Was he serious about this? If so, did you see it that way?

His head cocked slightly as he brought the outfit to your hand peeking through the slit of the door. "Here," he said, clearing his throat. "I hope that's okay."

"Thanks," you mumbled, fingertips nudging together for a moment as you took your clothes back in the room and shut the door again.

Jay turned away, allowing for a little more privacy, walking over to the bed and flopping down onto it again, but now he really looked different. His hand was now behind his head, and he just stared up at the ceiling.

His heart felt weirdly calm and loudly beating at the same time.

This wasn't normal for him. But it didn't feel bad at all.

He didn't even care about the fact that he saw some girl in your department giving him a look as he walked into your dorm earlier. He was probably going to deal with a rumor or two by tomorrow, but honestly, let them think whatever they want. It doesn't mean anything unless you say something.

He wasn't a mess-around type of guy. Regardless of what he might be labeled as—confident, cocky, or a tad intimidating, Jay Park has always eventually been a careful chooser. Something about him sitting on your bed, in your space, waiting for you to get ready just to go out and eat, felt like the first time he wasn't choosing with his head.

Maybe you're his unexpected problem.

But maybe you were the only one he didn't mind having.

You emerged from the bathroom, newly clothed in the soft dress Jay had chosen for you, with the cardigan draping you comfortably around your body. You went straight to your vanity, pulling your hair as gently as you could to the side, and reaching for your cushion foundation. 

You didn't want to take too long; he was already being more patient than anyone had ever been with you, but you wanted to look nice.

Jay, still perched lazily at the edge of your bed, watched as you patted on the soft makeup. He tilted his head slightly, admiring the way your brows furrowed when you concentrated.

"You don't have to rush, you know," he said, "You're already pretty, but I get it. Take your time to look good good."

Once you were finished, he stood up, waiting as you grabbed your phone and lip balm, before walking out of your dorm.

The walk to the restaurant was... quiet in a comforting way. The kind of quiet where the air didn't feel heavy or awkward. Jay walked beside you, hands in his pockets, occasionally looking over at you—the way your cardigan sleeves nearly covered your hands, the way your hair bounced softly with every step.

You were beautiful. And he knew he was going to be in trouble.

As you passed through the parkway leading to the restaurant, an older couple walked past you two and the man looked at you with the woman before pausing to lean and give a warm smile. "What a cute couple you two make," the elderly gentleman remarked, nodding his head at Jay before giving you a wink.

You widened your eyes slightly and immediately shook your head. "Oh! No, no, we're not-" you nervously laughed, looking down to hide the growing redness in your ears.

Jay offered a polite nod and, biting the inside of his cheek to hide the smile coming across his face.

"Well," the elderly man said, his eyes twinkling, "you two would look really good together."

You didn't offer much response to that. But Jay didn't either.

When you arrived at the restaurant—a cute, warm little Japanese place, sandwiched between a couple of shops—he opened the door for you, and then, like it were second nature, he pulled your chair out before sitting across from you. It definitely caught you off guard. You couldn't say many guys did that anymore.

You quietly admired the atmospherics—dark wooden tables, warm light, jazz faintly playing in the background, and the menu was digital, and you scrolled through it quickly while Jay rested his chin on his hand, eyes flicking between you and the dishes.

You finally placed your order, and once the waiter walked away, Jay pulled his phone out to take a picture of the restaurant; you really didn't think much of it—until you noticed his camera stayed pointed a moment too long at you.

"Wait—h-hey!" you leaned forward, a little embarrassed.

He looked up, phone still in hand. "What?" he asked.

"You just took a picture of me."

"You're literally right in front of me. What do you want me to do?"

"Delete it."

"No."

Your mouth opened in protest, but he spoke first, "Don't worry, you look good."

You huffed and crossed your arms, slouching back in your chair. "What if your little fangirl group sees it and comes to murder me in my sleep? You never post girls," you said.

Jay hesitated for a moment, looking directly at you.

"Then I'll be there," he said gently, not teasing, not joking; just being honest. "To protect you."

You blinked.

"And besides," He tilted his head, lips curling into an all too familiar smug grin, "Are you sure you hate me?"

You stared at him, mouth opening but no words coming out—and he knew you couldn't deny how he'd been treating you. The jacket. The dorm. The lunch. The damn picture.

Before you could respond, your phone buzzed.

Jay had posted it—the picture of the restaurant with you slightly blurred in front. And he tagged you. He tagged you.

You looked up at him slowly.

His eyes were still on you—expectant.

"You're waiting for me to repost it," you mumbled under your breath.

Jay gave you a sly smile and leaned back in his seat. "Might as well. You look good. Let them know who I'm with."

Almost immediately after, his phone starts buzzing. Jungwon. Heeseung. Even Sunghoon. His group chat was blowing up with messages that said:

jungwon: finally

heeseung: no way is this real

jake: bro's in love

heeseung: WHO IS SHE

sunghoon: our boy got a girlfriend???

Jay just chuckled, locking his phone.

"Looks like they are freaking out already," he said casually, taking a sip of his water.

Jay was already laughing the minute you said, "My friends are freaking out too."

He leaned in a little more, resting his elbow on the table, as you flicked through the increasing number of likes and notifications about your post on your phone, scrolling nervously with your thumb.

You sat there scrolling through the notifications, and you were only halfway through it when you sighed and started writing back, one after another—

No, we're not dating.

It's just lunch lol.

Nooo he's just being nice.

But texts kept flooding in, from people you hardly spoke to.

And they didn't believe you; why should they? Not when Jay—the guy who has never been seen out like that with a girl—was now publicly posting on his Instagram, tagging you, feeding the two of you in public.

And not when the restaurant he picked was that cute, with it's oh-so-romantic lighting, and view, and the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing he's there for.

Because to him, you were the pretty view. Not the food. Not the street-side sunset later.

You. Only you.

And then the drinks came, the sound of porcelain tea cups softly clinking in the calm space, Jay taking a small sip from one cup, and casually putting it back down, eyes flicking to your plate,  

then to you.

"You're checking mine out," he said.

Your head jerked up. "Wha—no I wasn't."

Jay smirked, grabbing his chopsticks to cut off a perfect bite-sized piece and holding it out to you. "Come on. Eat it."

You hesitated, caught by surprise, blinking as the food stayed in front of your lips. Your heart stuttered in your chest, but you leaned in and took the bite. He watched you chew with content.You had gone silent, now concentrating on your own plate, your cheeks warming up.

He reached for his phone.

"Can I film it again?" he asked. "You looked really cute when I fed you. I'll send it to you—post it if you want."

You stared at him for a beat. "I don't even look cute right now."

"You look perfect."

You tried not to react to that, biting the inside of your cheek before you gave in with a little eye roll. "Fine."

He fed you another bite while filming, a soft chuckle sound leaving his lips behind the camera as you blinked at him mid-bite, clearly shocked.

You looked at the video afterward and well, you liked it. It was oddly cute. Only you were in frame, the lighting soft and golden, the mood intimate.

So you posted it.

Your comments started pouring in. The caption was vague, but that didn't stop people from blowing up your DMs. Your friends were already in your group chat spamming heart emojis and yelling in all caps.

You set aside your phone again and went back to your food.

Jay was looking at you again, but this time he didn't say anything. He just smiled to himself.After lunch, he insisted on paying for lunch—no negotiation—and the two of you walked out into the late afternoon sun walking side by side down the cobbled streets of the city, past window displays and street vendors.

It felt like a date. An actual date.

You weren't sure you were ready to admit that yet.

But he could feel it. The way you hesitated when you were walking past a boutique, the way your shoulders brushed and you didn't pull away, the way your voice softened when you were talking to him. It was different now. You weren't the girl who hated him anymore.  

Eventually, you both reached your dorm, the sky dimming now with an early evening hue. He walked you all the way to the door without a question.

"This is the most fun I've had in a long time," Jay said, with his hands in his pockets, rocking back on the balls of his feet. His voice was softer now—a little shy, despite his confidence.

You studied him for a moment, your heart tugging at something you didn't dare name yet. "Me too," you said, a barely audible whisper.

Then, on gut instinct—uprising from your heart or just the heat of the moment—you tiptoed forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. You stepped back, your heart racing, your eyes wide, and your brain scrambling to process what you just did.

Jay stood frozen. Then, his head turned toward you, with a sparkle in his eye and a slow, self-satisfied smile emerging on his lips.

"Well, so much for hating me, huh?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes and shrugged him lightly with embarrassment. "Shut up. It's just a thank you for taking me to an expensive lunch."

He chuckled. In his strange but Jay-like way, he reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "I guess I should take you to lunch more often then."

This time his voice was lower and there was a hint of seriousness.

"I'm not complaining," you said, and you couldn't help but smile.

That next morning everything felt loud.

The whispers, they were everywhere. You don't think you made it onto campus before you heard it-

"Is that the girl from Jay's post?"

"She's the one he fed right?"

"Ugh I can't believe how lucky she is. I didn't even think he liked girls like her."

The stares you got felt heavier than your backpack. You keep walking, brushing your fingers back through your hair like you didn't care, until your best friend Juri comes sprinting toward you with the loudest gasp.

"You. You kissed him!"

"What- I didn't-"

You blinked fast and took a stumbling step back.

"Okay maybe not you, but you two went to lunch?! Girl come on." she whined, pulling your arm through hers. "And don't you try downplaying it. I seen the story. We all seen the story."

You rolled your eyes. "It was just food."

"Yeah, a food date, with Park Jongseong, that fed you and tagged you and now half the girls on campus wanna burn you at the stake."

You sighed, face heating up as your friend group giggled and teased all the way to the lecture hall. When you stepped inside alone, the buzzing died down just a bit. Not because people weren't talking—they were. But because you were suddenly all too aware of your seat.

Beside Jay.

He was leaning in toward Jungwon, laughing about something when you sat down, catching your presence from the corner of his eye. He turned immediately, smile tugging at his lips.

Jungwon, of course, caught on fast.

"Your girl's here," he snorted, stretching in your direction.  

"Shut up," you muttered, slumping in your seat.

Jay just chuckled.

Class started and you attempted to focus, but it was hot. Way too hot. Second day of your period and it hit you harder than yesterday. The cramps were intense, like someone had clamped a fist in your stomach. You winced slightly leaning your elbow on the desk, annoyed at the heat slowly rising through your body in discomfort.

Jay saw.

Without saying a word, he reached into his bag and pulled out a thermal bottle. He nudged it toward your desk.

You stared at it and then looked up at him, confused.

"It's warm ginger tea... my mom said that it helps with cramps." he whispered.

You blinked. "You made it for me?"

He shrugged and looked back down at his notes. "Thought it might help."

You took the bottle, suddenly at a loss for words.

After class, you walked next to him again. The two of you seemed to slide into a quiet rhythm of walking next to each other without saying a word. Jungwon was behind you humming something rhythmic under his breath, but then he abruptly stopped and said bye.

Jay's hand brushed against yours before he gently laced your fingers together.

You didn't pull away.

Outside, your friends awaited again, sprawled at the steps, but so did those girls. The ones who looked at you like you'd sinned just by being next to him. Popular. Perfect. Pretty.

Jay noticed the way your mood shifted, how your smile faded just slightly. And maybe he could've ignored it, or reassured you with words.

But that wasn't his style. Instead he leaned down and kissed you loud on the cheek.

You squeaked a bit, trying to pull away.

"Jay, what the hell are you doing-"

The sound of his mouth making smacking noises on your cheek over and over filled the breeze, making your friends go wide-eyed as you turned a darker shade of red. Your nose crunched, eyes scrunched shut as you half-laughed, half tried to squirm away without offending him.

"You're so annoying-!"

"And you're so cute." he grinned.

You turned your head, wanting to say something but miscalculated.

Your lips met.

His lips were warm and sweet, just enough to make the girls eyes widened from afar. 

Jay blinked, in shock, pulling away a little, and then, "...fuck it."

He kissed you again, this time intentionally. Longer. He was more sure this time around. Your friends behind you screamed. Someone definitely started recording. The girls who were shooting daggers at you are completely shaken. And you?

You couldn't move, your lips tingling, breath knocked out of your body.

Jay pulled away slowly, his lips barely brushing against your own, and soft and low enough that only you would actually hear him say, "Now you really can't say you hate me."

[secretivemessenger]

inspired by @sooniebby’s (sorry for the tag danny) magic dildo story. what if what if just what if instead of that its a magical fleshlight

☆ incubus bf x bttm male reader (no name specified so it can be imagined as any character)

★ synopsis: incubus bf who owns a magical fleshlight from hell and he uses it while ur in the middle of a solo presentation infront of your whole class.

☆ cw: magical toys? idk , exhibition-ish , almost getting caught, invisible penetration?, belly bulging mentioned.

★ AUTHOR’s rambling: this has been in my drafts for so long i wrote it then deleted it then wrote it again ugh, anyways i feel like i haven’t written bttm reader in a lonnggg while the bottom whore in me is unsatisfied.

nsfw content under the cut, proceed with caution.

imagine being in the middle of a uni presentation, all eyes on you as you explained your take on the theory of relativity. yer doing so great for once, as you’re not the one to have the courage for presentations but it doesn’t last.

suddenly feeling a something force its way past your hole, something is stretching you out harshly and you can only think of one person who would do that, your bf and his beloved fleshlight.

you could feel his hard cock drive forward into your core with no haste, as your body shakes and sweats. yet you try to continue, “T-the theory of r-relativity, proposed by Albert Einstein, rereshing that...ngh”. oh fuck oh shit all eyes are on you, your professor is looking at you with concern as your legs tremble and even a faint squelching sound is coming out from your hole being fucked and slicked up.

your ragged breathing and the way you swayed caused your professor to ask “are you alright?”, you nod violently and turn back to the board that had your powerpoint and pointed, opening your mouth again to try and keep going only to feel a particularly hard thrust that pushed you against the board and interrupted your sentence with a semi audible whimper. gosh they all must think you have a vibrator up yer ass or something.

why does it have to feel so good, you were being pounded like no tomorrow but that was the least of your concerns now. you turned back towards the rest of the students some seem to already have their minds in the gutter, blushing and looking away from your quivering body. you were ashamed as you tried as hard as you can to keep talking while letting some whines and groans slip out, you can almost see some students closing their thighs up.

your hole clenched and fluttered around nothing, aching to be filled with the real deal. you could feel your boyfriend's fat cock splitting you open, the bulbous head slamming into your prostate dead-on with brutal precision. you can’t take it any more as you stumble on your feet and have to grip the nearest wall for support.

your professor now even more concerned walks up to you and grabs onto your shoulders making you want to scream from how sensitive and hot your body is right now, you can see the look on your professors face as he takes a look at yours before coughing, “go wash your face up then come back, alright?”. you blinked the tears that were threatening to spill away then nodded sprinting out of the lecture hall and to the bathroom.

you stumbled as your hole fluttered around the object plowing into it before you shakily make your way to a bathroom stall and closed the door, not even bothering to lock it. you sat down on the toilet and hurriedly unbuckled your pants and boxers in one go, impatient and very horny.

your cock sprung free, rock hard and leaking with pre. you can feel the phantom of your boyfriends pre in your untouched hole, you felt how warm it is even though it wasn’t there.

weeping and sobbing, you took a hold of your cock and pumped it violently as you bucked into an invisible force, fucking yourself on a cock you can only feel.

one of your hands jerking your cock and the other. reached for the hem of your shirt and brought it up to your lips to chomp on it and hold it up, it revealed your tummy and the little mark left on your abdomen, which is what connects you to your boyfriend.

you reached your other free hand to place on your stomach, the said tattoo was glowing and when you placed your hands on it you almost came from the pulse of pleasure. you groaned as you can feel your boyfriends cock reaching so deep into your stomach that it makes a bulge. with every thrust it bumps into the hand you have placed there like a baby bump, baby fever much? maybe your boyfriend’s magical world have a way for you to get pregnant.

your silly thoughts vanished quickly at the sound of someone stepping into the bathroom, then it finally came down onto you that you never locked the door. you took your hand off your tummy and slammed it on your mouth to silence yourself.

“[name] you there? the professor asked me to come get you since you’re taking so long”, you recognized that voice as one of your classmates. gosh should you say something or stay quiet, if you talked you might moan but if you don’t they might think your skipping,, ahh geez.

“i-im alright, just uh doing.. y-ya know”, “ah”. you received an understanding hum from your classmate before he speaks again “alright i’ll let the professor know” then you hear him turn on his heels and make his way to the exit.

you tried to keep quiet till he was fully gone but with your boyfriend ramming your prostate like he was in a boxing match and your prostate was the opponents face you couldn’t, you let out a loud gasp at an especially aggressive plow making your classmate haste in his way.

“you alrigh-“ “YES” you screamed out loudly, your voice hoarse and shaky trying to sound as convincing as possible while your boyfriends dick continues to mercilessly pound your hole. “okay okay” your classmate responds teasingly before finally leaving.

yeah hes definitely thinking you were jacking off, to which you were but damn.

once he left you slumped over the toilet crying and moaning loudly as your hole hollowed out and gaped around nothing. your hand worked faster on your cock pumping it up and down, squeezing the tip till you feel like cumming then letting go with a disappointed whimper. you’re your biggest enemy tbh.

you wrapped your hand around your cock again resuming jerking it off, going in sync with your boyfriends thrusts.

you can sense his pounding slowing down, being more deep than rough, he was definitely close, you wanted to cum together. so you sped up your hand, sloppily jerking off while your thighs shook violently, you feel like coming right then and there but you have to hold on, just a bit more.

when you felt on the verge of bursting you placed your thumb on your tip pressing down, denying yourself the pleasure of release. while your boyfriend is nearly there you can feel it, from the way his cock twitched inside of you.

then you felt it, flooding deep into your guts, and you finally let go allowing yourself to cum aswell. time felt like it stopped as you threw your head back, cumming all over your chest and shirt.

and you felt his cum too, it wasn’t there physically but you felt it inside of you, filling you up to the brim,,

unless he cleans the fleshlight, which you doubt, then you’re gonna have to spend the rest of the day with invisible spunk deep in your guts.. yay, fun.

[redrage71890]

Backing Voice (Yan! KPDH x Fem! MC) Part 4

Synopsis: Sorting out ways to help Rumi's voice one day leads to the discovery of an emerging demon boy band. Their song hypnotic as they hastily gain fans all around. HUNTR/X being less than happy with the results.

Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Yandere

CW: None

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Word Count: 3.6k A/N: Hi I took a break and might have forgotten a few plot points whilst forgetting to write them down before hand :D

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"Girls! *huff* I'm sorry I'm late! I got caught up with someone..."

Bursting through the door of the empty restaurant (Y/N) apologises first without thinking. Seeing the three girls at a small table as they long forget their food.

Zoey and Mira gleams seeing the (f/c)nette, though Rumi looks more surprised. "(Y/N)! You made it." Zoey waves at her as the manager awkwardly waves back, taking a seat in between Mira and Rumi.

"Again, I'm sorry..."

"Hey. Its alright. We haven't really started eating anyway."

"No. Its not only that. What happened during rehearsals, I didn't mean to sound mean o-or dismissive of you girls. Its just stress for me. But! I p-promise I'll be better and I'll be there to back you girls up no matter what."

(Y/N) puts on a confident smile for the girls, a fluttering sensation flowing through their hearts at the rare sight. Zoey breaks the silence by giggling at the feeling in her chest. (Y/N) not particular sure why the black-nette started giggling but joined her nonetheless.

"But. Back to before." Cutting off their giggles with a more serious expression. "I'll be honest here, its going to be hard to reschedule the live show because of the sudden cancellation."

"We got that impression from Bobby earlier..." Mira states.

"I...I'm sorry guys. My voice, its in trouble."

'Trouble? That's new.'

"Wait, in trouble? Then why did you push up the 'Golden' release?"

"Because we're so close, and its so important." Rumi states. But her tone and words made (Y/N) curiously think more.

'So close?'

"Okay, how do we handle this? What do we tell the fans? Maybe we should call Celine?"

"I don't advice that. We know what she'd say."

"Oh, right."

"We are hunters. Voices strong. Your faults and fears must never be seen."

Zoey and Mira reciting what their predecessor echoed at them. (Y/N) furrowed her brows at the phrase.

Her and her mother were never one to follow that motto. Mother in particular despising it. It being forced upon her as she tried to hide all her faults to the point of breakdowns and frustration. It always made her searing patterns appear.

"Rumi, why don't we take a break? We'll skip the Idol Awards this year and-"

"No. No way. Its our most important show. Its when we strengthen the honmoon for the entire year. We can't skip it. We just can't. Not when I'm so close."

‘Close to what? You’re not telling us something Rumi. Though….isn’t that ironic…’

What’s (Y/N) to say about secrets when she herself hasn’t been completely honest. But when has anyone ever been completely transparent. It’s not like every secret needs to be spilled just because someone wants to know. We have a right to keep things to ourselves.

Though in this case, Rumi’s secret might become a massive headache for them.

”Hey, we’ll get through this. We can get through anything. Together.” Zoey’s encouragement bringing on a slightly more relaxed expression on Rumi.

”Okay. We have two weeks to fix Rumi’s voice. Any ideas?”

”I do have one idea.”

”Just one?”

“Shoot, Zoey.”

”Okay, actually, 57, but let’s start with my favourite. Don’t worry. It’s totally legit.”

Shrugging her shoulders and leaning on her elbow against the table, (Y/N) watches the girls listen to Zoey explaining some of her ideas.

She won’t outright say it in the moment, but some of these ideas boarded along the lines of obvious scams and false promises. As much as Zoey at times annoyed (Y/N), she didn’t have the heart to tell her the likely truths.

“(Y/N), why aren’t you eating? We ordered plenty for you.” Zoey questions their manager. “O-Oh, right. Sorry I’ve been a bit lost in thought recently.” Brushing off their stares she picks up her utensils and began digging into her food.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Mira asks with a more worried frown. Zoey and Rumi holding similar expressions with more concern.

Seeing as she can’t get herself out of this conversation, she just sighed and stopped eating. “(Sigh) I’m not getting away from this, am I?” Averting her gaze up to meet the three sets of eyes on her. “Okay then. I….had another….one of my episodes. Right when Rumi left rehearsals...”

Uttering those words, the hunters all clung to her body in a tight yet comforting hug. It’s not been the first time this happened. Well. More like the third time this happened.

The first time was after their debut, a quite public breakdown occurred back stage. It was embarrassing to be seen by the staff. Her mother was the one that told the girls of her anxiety attacks.

The second was right before the tour started. The sheer amount of organising, meetings and calls she did was breaking her mind out of pure exhaustion. The girls found her hyperventilating in the bathroom on the dirty tiles with her attempted eyeliner dripping down her face.

And now, marks the third time.

Well, they technically weren’t there for this one.

A private meltdown with no one to hear or comfort her.

"Never apologise for experiencing that. We should be sorry for not being there for you." Mira gently pats her (f/c) hair.

"Please don't be afraid to come for us! We will always be there for you!" Zoey cries out clinging to her back.

"Yes, (Y/N). Let us know if anything troubles you. We'll do anything to help in anyway!" Rumi adds hugging her side.

The three hunters felt guilty for there actions. Not being there for (Y/N) hurt them. They hate seeing her so stressed. The girls really wish their lovely manager would confined in them more.

Unfortunately though, their said manager just really needed a breath of fresh air that's currently being crushed out of her lungs.

"G-Guys....y-you can let go n-now..."

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After a big hugging session putting the four of them to sleep, the girls dressed in their best disguises and went out in the streets of Seoul. (Y/N) was glad she managed to sleep for a whole night for once. But she still wished she slept in her own bed and not on the couch with the girls.

Donning her classic baggy attire but with a cap obscuring her eyes. Ignoring the face mask as she got the feeling it wasn't necessary. Though she also remembered Jinu and his buddies putting on a show today. Just before leaving she stuffed the flyer in her pockets as a reminder.

But as of now, she follows the girls to make sure this guy Zoey recommends doesn't do anything.

Though hearing what Zoey is saying makes her want to divert them away as fast as possible.

"He's got this special tonic. Apparently, it can heal anything from sore throats to relationship problems."

'Oh you don't say!'

"Ssh! Quietly, Zoey."

"Why are there so many people today?"

(Y/N) noted how populated the area is at the moment. Of course the girls are worried about being seen and finding their disguises online. Our girl especially would rather not be seen on any post.

"Down that alleyway."

Diverging their path from the busy streets, they stood at the foot of an old hanok building refurnished to a clinic with an LED sign with the name 'Han 의원'.

'Yeah... this seems totally legit...'

"Yep, about as legit as I expected."

"Glad to know I'm not the only one thinking that." Mira smiles her way unknowingly.

"Earth and herby. Smells legit to me."

"Yay! That's the spirit! 가자 가자 가자!"

"Hurry, before someone sees us."

Entering the building the girls are greeted with the appearance of a usual doctors front desk/office. Though catching the eyes of our manager and Rumi was a wall lined with numerous signed framed pictures of the doctor and what appears to be celebrities. Seemingly other idols.

Though one picture caught her eye.

A group of four boys giving each other a back hug whilst leaning on the others shoulders, with the doctor strangely at one side gesturing to them. Those faces were oddly familiar.

Dragging her out of her head was the sound of the doctor entering. Standing up to bow and greet the doctor as he urges them to sit.

"You need no introduction. So, a problem with your voice."

"Yes. So we need one of your awesome tonics. Something that will work super fast."

"Okay, let me see."

(Y/N) automatically knew they guy ain't legit. Not bothering to do a proper examination of her throat and instead just staring at her with bulged out eyes.

"I see. I see.... No. Actually, I don't see. Very strange. You have lots of walls up."

"Whoa! He's so good, right?"

"I dunno about that Zoey..." Muttering to herself while messaging her temples.

Rumi scoffs at the comment but Mira quickly affirms that she indeed, does. Denial is not exactly on her side today.

"I'm just trying to stay focused."

"Focus is good, but focusing on one part leads to ignoring other parts, making you separated, isolated."

Her brows raised at the observation. Her own experience agrees with the statement. Mira and Zoey quickly agreeing with the doctor and stating their own views of the sometimes emotionally closed off workaholic known as Rumi. Their leader.

'This does not feel like a doctors appointment. If anything, its just a guy stating out obvious traits and iss-'

"Quiet, yet vocal. A mind racing with thoughts unheard. Silenced by those around, only eager for something else."

She didn't realise the doctor was pointedly staring at her.

"W-What?"

"Yeah, what are saying to our dear manager!" Zoey exclaims clinging onto her side.

"Z-Zoey. Its fine. P-Please let go." She asks of the eager girl, the said giving her some sparkly puppy eyes before letting go.

"How does this help me get my voice back?"

"As I said, to treat the part, we must understand the whole."

"(Groan) That's great, but I thought we were here just for your tonics."

"Just give us the voice juice."

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Whilst the girls were waiting for the tonics, (Y/N) decided to wait outside for them. She trusts them enough to get the tonics, as much as she isn't fond of them.

That picture on the wall seemed oddly familiar.

'Where have I seen those boys from...'

With her time as a manager for HUNTR/X, she's seen and met a fair share of trainees and idols. Perhaps that is why they seemed familiar. But even then, nothing noteworthy comes up when she saw their faces. Man she wishes she could remember where she saw these guys.

Shaking her head to try and ward off these strangely curious thoughts.

'This shouldn't be occupying my brain as much as it should. I should be thinking about another song to sing for tomorrow night, I have another pacifying to d-'

"Oof!"

"Sorry, are you alright?"

So caught up in her mind that she ended up wandering out of the alleyway. Clashing bodies with a strong built guy and falling to her knees by accident.

"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fin- Oh. You're the guys I saw with Jinu last night." Meeting the familiar short pink haired friend of Jinu. The said male had his eyes widen slightly before turning down back to normal. A glint of mischief in his eyes with a thought.

"We never fully introduced ourselves, I'm called Abby." Bowing his head slightly as a greeting whilst helping her up.

"I'm Romance, Jinu mentioned me last time we saw each other." The longer pink haired male comes up from behind and leans on Abby's shoulder.

"I remember that."

"The one pouting behind me is our maknae, Baby Saja. And the last with the long fringe is Mystery." The mentioned maknae side-eyed Romance from his confirmed pouting face.

(Y/N) felt a chin resting on her shoulder, feeling the fluffy silver grey hair of Mystery tickling her face and neck. His close contact sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine. Glancing her gaze down slightly, she can see the slight run-through of purple patterns across his exposed face, a quick reminder on what they are really.

Moving her shoulders up forces Mystery off with a sad pout on his face from the action.

"Well, its nice to meet you guys. Aren't you performing today?" She questions with a shiver to her body, still uncomfortable with Mystery's strange 'greeting' to her.

"Why yes, we are. Are you sticking around to watch us?" Romance asks with a flirtatious wink.

(Y/N) already decided she was going to watch them, purely to see what kind of concept her and HUNTR/X are working against. Though the pastel clothing was enough to tell her. Now its a matter of curiosity.

Shrugging her shoulders while stuffing her hands in her pockets. "I don't see why not. I'm actually also waiting for some friends, so I may as well kill some time."

"I'm so glad to hear that!"

Turning up her attention she sees Jinu pushing past the other boys (who don't look that happy with the action), an excited expression etching onto his face upon seeing her. His presence calming her shivers ever so slightly.

"I'm gonna assume you were organising your stage Jinu?" Crossing her arms and putting on a more professional tone. She may consider Jinu a new friend, but that doesn't mean he's off the hook as a demon yet.

His reason for being on the surface is enough to raise suspicion.

"Your powers would be of great use, considering you guys don't seem to have a manager in sight. (muttering) Even I don't think a company is willing to sign you and debut you the same year, let alone week." Her muttering went under their ears, replaced with shocked expressions to hear that she knows of their faces behind the disguises.

Jinu awkwardly chuckles, sort of amused by her bluntness, but is still heavily questioning how she knows this. "(chuckle) You have no fear in what we are, do you?" Leaning closer to her ear, his voice sending another nervous shiver through her body.

Taking a short breath in before leaning closer to his ear. "Why would I fear someone who doesn't hold such malice in his eyes."

The male had a thrilling shiver go up his spine. Not only from the proximity, but the words from her quiet melodic voice.

"I only see shame and guilt."

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"WHERE DID (Y/N) GO?!"

"I DON'T KNOW?!"

The three girls were panicking upon coming out of the clinic, their box of tonics in hand. They were cheering about helping Rumi's voice, but stopped when they couldn't find their dear manager.

"Did anyone find where she went?"

"No?! We were inside for honmoon's sake!"

"Oh no! She might have been taken by demons! No she must be so lonely and-"

"What is going on?!"

Swerving their head around, they see (Y/N) with a confused face seeing their panicked state.

"My god...I thought you guys found a dead body or something. There is no need to yell for me, you don't want to be attracting ANY attention. Right?"

Her firm strict tone being a quick reminder of what role (Y/N) has played ever since their debut. A more strict version of Bobby with her hands in the creative process. Even when she wasn't fully comfortable with the girls yet, she still managed to steer them in the right direction when avoiding scandals and demos for songs.

"Y-Yeah...sorry (N/n)." Zoey frowns apologetically.

Sighing to herself like her mother usually does when she breaks a vase.

"You guys are the ones that said you wanted to stay out of sight." Her muttering causes guilty expressions to pull on the girls. "Don't worry about that now. I should be sorry as well, considering I just walked away without an explanation." Forgiving the girls for this is easier than letting it drag on more.

Rumi and Mira were about to provide an explanation for their panic, but their ears were picking up the faint sound of an instrumental beginning to play in the background.

"Wait. What is that?"

Rumi's question urges the girls to pop their heads out of the alleyway. Only to see a strange pink smoke beginning to form near the centre of the busy area. The backing instruments sounding positive and bubbly as it went on.

Adjusting their disguises, they make their way towards the commotion.

"Hey, hey"

"Hey, hey"

"Hey"

Five silhouettes can be made out in the smoke, all striking poses before the pink suddenly disappears to reveal the performers.

"Don't want you, need you"

"Yeah, I need you to fill me up"

"Masigo masyeo bwado"

"Seonge chaji ana"

"Got a feeling that, oh, yeah (Yeah)"

"You could be everything that"

"That I need (Need), taste so sweet (Sweet)"

"Every sip makes me want more, yeah"

"Its those stupid jerks again!" Rumi exclaims. "Wait. You know those guys?" (Y/N)'s confusion evident but is ignored by the sheer number of people gathering around.

"These guys are a boy band?" Another question Rumi exclaims. Irritation growing in her more.

"Lookin like snacks 'cause you got it like that (Woo)"

"Take a big bite, want another bite, yeah"

"Neoui modeun geol nan wonhae, wonhae, wonhae"

"Neo malgon modu pyeonhae, pyeonhae, pyeonhae"

"Whеn you're in my arms, I hold you so tight (So tight)"

"Can't let go, no, no, not tonight"

"That jerk stole one of my pouches!" Recounting her tonics upon seeing Jinu drinking one.

(Y/N) deciding to question later why Jinu decided to intentionally or not, magically send back an ahjumma with a hip thrust.

"Jigeum dangjang nal bwa sigan еopjana"

"Neon naekkeoya imi algo itjana"

"'Cause I need you to need me"

"I'm empty, you feed me so refreshing"

'A drop?'

"My little soda pop"

"You're all I can think of"

"Every drop I drink up"

"You're my soda pop"

"My little soda pop"

"Cool me down, you're so hot"

"Pour me up, I won't stop"

"You're my soda pop"

"My little soda pop"

The chorus infectiously going around the crowd with shoulder movements galore. Bopping their bodies to the earworm worthy song. Not even Zoey or (Y/N) were immune to the rhythm.

As much as Rumi and Mira glare for them to stop, their bodies couldn't deny the contagious beat.

"It is annoyingly catchy, though."

"Its infectious."

Romance and Baby Saja sending out kisses of hearts into the ground, physically knocking out those hit.

"They can make hearts out of thin air?" Mira's questions go unanswered, but (Y/N) can think of ways to reply.

But reflecting in the sunlight, catching the hunters eyes, was the faint purple patterns running through their arms and the hint of gold in their dreamy irises.

"(Gasp) They're demons!"

"Magicians! Demons. Obviously demons."

"My little soda pop"

"Uh, make me wanna flip the top"

"Han mogeume you hit the spot"

"Every little drip and drop, fizz and pop, ah"

"Soreum doda it's gettin' hot"

"Yes, I'm sippin' when it's drippin' now"

"It's done? I need a second round"

"And pour a lot and don't you stop"

"'Til my soda pop fizzles out"

"Dang they're good."

"Incredible. But a demon boy band? Why?"

"I don't care. A demon's a demon. We kill them." Rumi and (Y/N) stops Mira before anything can happen.

"No, its too public."

"Do you want everyone to grill us into being cancelled?"

"What if they try to kill these people?" Mira's reasoning is valid from her perspective. But everything around them says otherwise.

"It doesn't look like they're gonna hurt anyone." Zoey's observation being noted by (Y/N), seeing as the five boys helping out a few people struggling with little things.

"Kkum soge geuryeowatdeon neo"

"Nan jeoldae nochil su eopseo"

"Neol wonhae kkok"

"I waited so long for a taste of soda"

"So, the wait is over, baby"

"Come and fill me up"

"Just can't get enough"

"Oh"

"In fact, it almost seems like they're nice demons?"

"Demons are never nice!"

Seeing the girls rush over to destroy the very things the demons touched. Panic washing over with her usual professionalism masking it. Purchasing another hotdog for the girl with the right amount of sauce and giving the children smaller gifts in replacement for the destroyed ones, giving them all a soft smile in comfort.

'Think before you act, girls.'

"You're all I can think of"

"Every drop I drink up"

"You're my soda pop"

"My little soda pop (Yeah, yeah)"

"Cool me down, you're so hot"

"Pour me up, I won't stop (Oh, oh)"

"You're my soda pop"

"My little soda pop"

The sudden appearance of a stage large soba can was a choice, in (Y/N)'s opinion. But the wave of pastels and illusionary magic is what set her off.

Pushing her way through the crowd to catch up with the girls, she found her way near the front.

'I see what's going on...'

"Ooh, ooh"

"Ooh, ooh"

"You're my soda pop"

"Gotta drink every drop"

Striking their ending poses, Jinu looks down at the crowd, meeting the (f/c) and gold gaze with his brown ones. Smiling softly at her before diverting his attention.

"That's it for now. See you tonight on everyone's favourite variety show. Saja Boys love you!"

The demon boy band disappearing in a puff of smoke.

The three hunters grew more irritated at the easy work the demons have accomplished by just performing once! Determined to end this boy band as fast as possible.

(Y/N) on the other hand had other thoughts.

'Well then, if you want to play like this Jinu, I hope you know what's coming for you.'

*Ding*

Her phone vibrated with the indication of a text message. Opening up her messages to see the new text, reading made a small sigh release from her mouth.

Jinu: Hey (Y/N), lets meet up tonight. I'll meet you at the place we met.

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Insecure (sfw)

Request by @r1s-y0ur-s4anity I'm so sorry it took me so long babe! Hope you enjoy 💛

Simon’s body is covered in scars. From his years of hard work, from too many missions, too many close calls. No matter how big and burly he is, he can’t look past the scars. How could anyone ever think him attractive for it?

But then there’s you. You perfect being, so sweet and kind and smart and funny. Perfect, that’s what you are. And Simon loves you, and he always marvels at the fact that you allow him to be yours. But the doubts remain, threaten to drown him whenever he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

Like today. He’s just showered and was going to get dressed, but the image in the mirror makes him recoil.

He stares at his reflection, eyeing every scar, knowing each and hating them. They ruin him, take away whatever attractive qualities he may have.

You walk into your shared bedroom then and catch him staring, dripping water onto the floor, towel low around his waist.

You walk up to him from behind and hug him, your hands on his strong chest. You feel him tense up at your touch and your eyebrows furrow.

“You okay, Si?” you ask gently, breath fanning against his back.

“’m fine,” he murmurs. “’s just…all these scars got me looking like…”

You wait. When he doesn’t finish his sentence, you step in front of him so you can see his face. “Looking like what?” you prompt.

He shakes his head, avoiding your gaze. “Like the kinda man that you wouldn’t want. There are so many hot men out there, love. You chose the ugliest one.”

Your heart breaks, tears right down the middle and the pieces fall into your stomach, making you feel almost nauseous.

“What? Si, what are you going on about?” you ask, grabbing onto his arms.

“I ain’t the kinda man that a girl like you should be with,” he says quietly, meeting your gaze now. You see the pain in his eyes, a storm that traps him. “You could have anyone else.”

“I don’t want anyone else, I want you.”

He shakes his head. “But these scars—”

“Are part of you,” you cut in. “Every scar is a story, Si. A victory. Another time you made it out alive so you could come back to me,” you say quietly, eyes trailing down his body, finding every scar. You know them by heart, your fingers have traced them countless of times. How could he possibly think they’re ugly? They’re perfect on him.

You look back up at his gorgeous face to find he’s unconvinced. You grab his face in your hands, pulling him down some so you can kiss the scar on his forehead. “I like this scar.” You kiss the one on his eyebrow. “This one.” The one on his cheek and the one on his jaw. “I love all your scars, Si. What do you see in them that you don’t like?”

He doesn’t answer. So you keep kissing. The ones on his shoulders, the ones on his chest, on his ribs, they’re all over his torso, and you kiss each one. You move to his back, kissing the ones on his shoulder blades, on his sides. You kiss the ones on his arms, on his hands.

By the time you’re done, he’s crying. Silent tears that just roll down his face. No sobs, no sniffles, just a quiet storm breaking past the usually calm and cocky mask he wears.

“Si,” you say quietly, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed. You make him sit on the edge and hug him. He’s quick to wrap his huge arms around you, burying his face into your chest as he cries. He still doesn’t make a sound. “Si, I love you, no matter what. I love your mind, your dirty humor, your silly jokes, your voice. I love the way you look at me, and how you touch me, and how you’re always there for me. I love your face. I love your eyes, and your mouth, and your neck, and your shoulders, and your arms and hands and I love every scar on every inch of you. I love everything about you, the physical and the soul. I love all of you, Si, no matter how many scars. No matter how ugly you think they are and how ugly you think they make you, I love all of them. Because they’re not ugly, and neither are you. God, Si, you’re so far from ugly. You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen. And you’re an amazing man, perfect for me. And I love you.”

He looks up at you, eyes broken and filled with tears. You caress his face gently. “You mean that?” he asks quietly, voice rough.

“Baby I would never lie to you. Especially not about this. I love you and all your scars, and I always will.”

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Cursed - Saja Boys X Fem!Reader Part 7

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CHAPTER SEVEN

It was slightly awkward when Mystery came back into the room with a glass of water and Baby was still hugging you and crying like… well a baby. The mint haired boy did quickly wipe his tears and act like he didn’t cry once he realised you were no longer alone. He then left the room in a rushed manner mumbling to Mystery about not telling anyone about this on the way past.

Mystery just shrugged and brought the glass of water to you with a small smile.

“Thank you Myst.” You said using a shortened version of his name.

“Myst?” The boy repeated titling his head to one side. You giggled at how cute he looked with his head tilted like that.

“It’s a nickname for you, do you like it?”

“Yes but you’re the only one allowed to use it.” The boy replied taking one of your hands in his bigger warmer ones. As you sipped at you water you watched the purple haired boy gently play with your fingers. He seemed completely contented with your one hand, wiggling each finger and feeling how smooth your palm was.

You finally took a proper look at the room you were in. It was a lilac coloured room with a bookcase in one corner filled with all kinds of literature. The bed you were in was a double and the bed covers had a picture of a beautiful sakura tree covering them. Pulling them closer to yourself you could faintly smell the scent of lavender. The only other thing in the room was a small wooden side table with a simple lamp on it. It was a nice room and you started to ponder if it was a spare room or if you had stolen someone else’s bed.

You were also wearing someone else’s oversized t-shirt, probably because all your clothes were drenched in blood. It made you blush when you realised that meant not only had someone let you borrow their own cloths but that at least one of them had changed your cloths while you were unconscious.

It wasn’t too long before you heard the front door being unlocked. You didn’t think too much of it until Mystery put your hand down and stood away from the bed, uncomfortably crossing his arms over his chest. You put down your water on the side table and frowned not quite sure what to expect.

You quickly realised who was in the apartment as soon as you heard a symphony of rushed footsteps getting louder. The door burst open and three familiar girl ran over to you.

“Oh my god (y/n)! Thank god you’re okay!” Rumi practically yelled hugging you tightly.

“I was so worried about you!” Zoey sobbed hugging you as well.

“I swear I will find whatever did this to you and kill it.” Mira promised grabbing onto your hands.

You weakly smiled trying to hug your girls back. Your eyes flicked over to the door, Jinu leaning against the doorframe and giving you a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry for worrying you all.” You told them as they started to calm down.

“Did it hurt a lot? You need to describe them to us so we can find them! Did the nasty demon boys treat you nice enough? Did they feed you? Do you need anything?” Zoey asked one hand on your shoulder and the other gently cradling your cheek.

“It hurt but the boys were really good and they did an amazing job looking after me.” You answered truthfully.

“Don’t think this changes anything.” Mira told Jinu glaring over at him. “As soon as we get (y/n) out of here the truce is over and we go back to being enemies.”

“I know.” Jinu replied coldly.

“Though I wonder if she should even be leaving.” Baby spoke up suddenly strolling into the room, his chill laid back personality back.

“What do you mean?” Rumi asked cocking an eyebrow.

“Well this is the second time we’ve had to save (y/n), not to mention the amount of demons we’ve caught sniffing around your apartment while you guys were out and sweet little (y/n) was all alone.” The mint haired boy explained looking at your sister with bored blue eyes. “You didn’t even catch a couple of us sneaking into your apartment on multiple occasions.”

“You’ve snuck into our home?” Mira asked angrily.

“Only to protect what you’ve forgotten to.” Baby snapped back.

“Stop it.” You told Baby, not wanting everyone to argue.

Baby looked like he wanted to say more but after looking at your serious face he sighed and decided to look through his phone instead. Everyone was quiet for a few moments not really knowing what to say.

“Why did you save her though?” Rumi eventually asked looking from Baby to Mystery and finally to Jinu.

“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you.” Jinu replied.

“Yeah right, I bet you were just doing this to make us softer on you.” Zoey scoffed holding you protectively against her chest. “One good deed doesn’t change the fact that you’re a disgusting demon!”

You noticed your sister flinch as Zoey finished her sentence. You remember what Baby and Mystery had said about her, her reaction told you that it was definitely true. You wanted to ask her about why she was lying but you didn’t want to out her right now, as much as you were hurt she didn’t tell you.

“Can you walk?” Mira asked you uncovering you.

“She shouldn’t.” Mystery said quietly. “She needs rest.”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Mira replied glaring at the quiet boy.

Mystery didn’t verbally reply but you could hear him growling like a dog that was seconds away from snapping at someone.

“Mystery’s right she can’t walk home yet.” Rumi admitted pulling up your borrowed shirt and looking at the mass of bloody bandages wrapped around your abdomen.

“Oh my god my poor little (y/n)!” Zoey fussed her eye brimming with tears again. Even Mira seemed to grimace when she saw the bandages.

“We can’t just let her stay here.” Mira stated.

“Why not?” Baby chirped with a smirk. “We can look after her.”

“Ew.” Zoey whispered shielding you from the boy.

“Can we speak about this outside for a moment?” Mira asked Rumi and Zoey, who nodded in reply.

“Be right back sis.” Rumi assured you giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

You watched the three girls leave the room before Jinu approached you.

“You feeling better princess?” He asked you brushing some hair from your face. You nodded, smiling softly. “Good but you better realise we’re never letting you out of our sights again.” He told you gently cupping your face with his warm hand.

“Maybe I don’t want to ever be out of your sights again.” You replied leaning into his touch.

“Does that mean we can watch you shower?” Baby asked suddenly making you and Jinu both turn red.

“Baby!” You cried glaring at him, your face still red. The boy smirked at you, amused by your reaction.

“So is that a yes?” The boy pushed, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Baby I swear if you don’t shut up I’m going to break your damn phone!” Jinu hissed covering his red face with one hand.

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[izzih22]

Fic for another protective P plssssss. I mean she did that to Nai, how much more with Azzi. 😭

Not a Story

Note: I didn’t really know what to do here so I’m sorry it’s short but I hope y’all like it. Also I might just start clearing out my drafts and crap. So sorry this isn’t really complete but enjoy!!

The final buzzer echoed, and the crowd’s roar started to fade into background noise. Players began moving, some celebrating, others lingering in quiet frustration.

Azzi didn’t head to the handshake line right away. She saw her before anyone else did the forward from the opposing team, the one who’d been guarding her hard all game. There’d been some words exchanged mid-fourth quarter, a little extra contact. Nothing dirty. Just emotional. Tense. Competitive.

And Azzi wasn’t the type to let things linger if they didn’t have to.

So she walked toward her.

The other girl was already turning, like maybe she’d been hoping for the same conversation. They met near the logo, still in full view of the arena, but in their own little bubble.

“It got chippy,” the player started, her tone calm but sincere. “That one play, I wasn’t trying to go at your knees—”

“I know,” Azzi said quickly, shaking her head. “It felt bad in the moment. But I know. We’re good.”

They nodded at each other, a shared look of mutual respect passing between them. Athletes clearing the air. That was it.

But not to ESPN.

The boom mic was suddenly overhead. A sideline camera drifted in fast from the left, focusing in on their faces like it was waiting for a push or a shove or some soundbite to spin into narrative gold.

Azzi noticed it out of the corner of her eye.

Her posture shifted not guilty, just… uncomfortable. She took half a step back, trying to finish the conversation before it became a headline.

Paige noticed it from across the court.

The way Azzi’s shoulders tightened. The way her eyes darted up to the camera and then back to the player, trying not to seem bothered.

Paige moved instantly. No hesitation.

She cut across the hardwood like it was instinct. She’d spent years learning Azzi’s tells how she stood when she was trying to be polite, how her jaw twitched when something felt off.

And right now? Azzi didn’t want that camera in her face.

The moment Paige reached them, she slid into the space between Azzi and the lens.

Didn’t say a word at first. Just positioned herself so the shot was blocked completely. The ESPN cameraman adjusted so did Paige.

Subtle. Firm. Completely unbothered.

The camera moved again.

Paige followed.

Finally, the operator muttered something about “just trying to get a feel for the scene,” but Paige was already stepping forward.

“You’re not gonna find one,” she said, voice low and steady. “They’re just talking. That’s all.”

The operator tried again. “There was some heat earlier viewers wanna know if it carried over.”

“It didn’t,” Paige said flatly. “So you can stop trying to make it something it’s not.”

The player looked caught between amused and grateful. Azzi just let out a quiet sigh, touching Paige’s arm like a thank you she didn’t need to say aloud.

The camera finally pulled back.

Once they had their space again, Paige turned to Azzi.

“You okay?” she asked gently.

Azzi nodded. “Yeah. I just didn’t want that to turn into something for Twitter.”

“I know.” Paige reached up, brushed her knuckles down Azzi’s arm for just a second. A soft, grounding gesture. “That’s why I’m here.”

Azzi smiled, not wide but real. Full of affection that didn’t need to be dramatic or loud.

The opposing player gave them both a quick nod and walked away.

And Azzi leaned a little closer to Paige as they turned toward the tunnel, her voice soft.

“Thanks for having me.”

“Always,” Paige said, not missing a beat.

Because this wasn’t the first time someone tried to turn Azzi into a headline and as long as Paige was around, it wouldn’t be easy.

Not when she was the one standing in the way.

[watch-the-nightfall]

✶ Change of Plans

you get back in bed · count: 1.2k · note: smut, profanity, soft dom, fluffy · 18+ · nsfw

You left Sylus alone a little less than an hour ago. Reluctantly, you peeled yourself away from him, took a shower, got ready and were quite literally out the door when you realized you didn't have your lipstick. You roll your eyes and mumble to yourself. But then you smile, remembering why it was out of your purse in the first place. Last night was a lot of fun.

You're running late, but you decide to rush back. You try to be quiet as you open the bedroom door just enough to slip into the room, and it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the dark.

His low steady breathing carries across the space. You want to crawl back next to him. You want those big strong arms around you and to melt into him again. But you’re being responsible, you tell yourself. You have plans, you're cutting it close on time, and he needs to sleep.

So you dash over to the nightstand across the room, thinking you'll grab your lipstick and go, but instead an arm suddenly wraps around your waist, pulling at you.

A sound, something between a laugh and a gasp, leaves you at the surprise.

“Mhm. I thought you were leaving?” His voice is rough and his eyes are closed. You can barely pretend to protest against him and the soft sheets before he’s wrapped around you. He laid on his side, effortlessly scooping you up into his broad frame.

“Sorry, Sylus. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You whisper and nuzzle into a spot on the front of his throat under the sharp edge of his jaw. He smells so good, and touching him is even better.

“Well, you did.” His voice is slow and flat and he settles more of his weight on you. He is heavy, all encompassing, but you relish in the pressure of him. He continues lazily, “Now it’s your job to entertain me, kitten.”

The deep vibration in his neck is just as clear to you as his words are. That commitment and notion of responsibility seem less important with each passing breath.

“C’mon. You should go to sleep, not be entertained.” This is your attempt at disapproval, and it’s a thin rendition at best. It’s hard to be convincing that you’re pushing your face into him and start stealing random kisses from his pulsepoint.

He groans and shifts until your chest is tight against his, his chin resting on the top of your head. His arm easily spans your entire torso, both pinning you to the mattress and reaching to grab onto your ass.

“But, are you sure, kitten?” He goes still, and there’s a softness in the way he asks you the question. You can’t see his face but you can hear that he’s still only half awake. It's a perfect blend of sweetness and lust, and whatever is left of your resolve basically crumbles.

You justify cancelling by reminding yourself that you usually can’t cancel plans. But today seems like the day to do it. You press a few more kisses to his collarbone, and his breathing shifts in the faintest way in response. You pause, letting your lips linger against him before you speak.

“Okay. Fine. You have to let me go for a minute, though… I need to tell them I’m not showing up and I need to get more comfortable.”

Sylus doesn’t say anything, but huffs at you, and eventually releases you. He lifts his arm and eases onto his back, giving you space to move away.

“Tch. Don’t be long. This bed is too big.” He grumbles when you’re no longer touching and like he isn’t the one who had the thing custom built.

You laugh softly at him and stand, smoothing out your clothes, and you take your phone out of your pocket. You send a quick text, apologizing but not sharing a reason why you can't make it. Then you undress, set your things on the leather chaise in the shadowed room, and climb back onto the bed.

“Okay. I’m here, but you really should get some sleep.”

Sylus hums, low and content, as your skin starts touching his. Your hands glide across his bare chest. You settle half on top of him, half beside him, your legs tangling together. His arms are around you instantly, his hands stretching wide. He's always so warm.

A little moan slips and the want is building in you.

That’s all it takes for him to push his hips into you. You can feel that he’s so hard already, the heat of him radiates against your thigh. One of his hands follows across the curve of your ass, pulling you up, and the other grips at your waist, tilting you in place to straddle him.

“You know what will help me fall asleep?” His voice is almost impatient and he licks at the corner of your mouth. He rests his forehead on yours, his red gaze meeting your eyes in the dark.

The quick taste of him isn’t nearly enough. You lean in and kiss him properly for your answer. You know exactly what he's asking for.

Your lips move with his. Breath mixing. He starts to suck on your tongue and it changes everything in an instant. His urgency melts into yours, your thoughts clouded with the sensation of his body.

Sylus starts to slide himself in you and you let out a faint murmur, but it’s muffled by the way he keeps kissing you. He's getting greedier, hungrier with each quickening heartbeat.

He fills you slowly, completely. It edges on too much but then he starts rocking his hips beneath you. The motion sends you in a haze and you find yourself gripping at his shoulders, bracing against the force of him pumping into you.

It’s like you’re weightless in his hands. His fingers dig in your flesh with perfect pressure, holding you steady above him. Bucking and grinding himself into you, his pace matches your reactions, chasing the sounds you make, and the way you move around him.

He is insatiable. He slows down or slips his dick mostly out of you after you come. He needs you, all of you. And he needs you to come at least once before he does, ideally, more than once.

Time is out of touch for a while. Your nerves are lit up like fire and every part of your body tingles in electric satisfaction. His movements become erratic and you know he’s close. You let out a whimper for him.

“I want you to feel you come, Sylus.”

Almost instantly, he’s even more of a mess, panting and grunting. Those red eyes stare up at you, half-lidded and glazed over. Your name is on his lips when he buries himself in you and a rush of warmth floods your insides.

His hands soften after a moment, falling flat against you, moving across you, stroking your back gently. He blinks and his gaze is in focus again.

You both share a tired, wry smile.

He tilts his chin up and kisses your temple before pulling you down against his chest. One of his hands comes up to slide onto the back of your head and into your hair holding you against him.

“Mhm. Yes. Now, I can go to sleep.”

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✶ tell me things.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

the dress issue. l Joel Miller

bio : the matter of your colleague's engagement party has created a tense atmosphere in your home.

warnings: smut, pre-outbreak Joel, stable relationship, low self-esteem, complexes, dry humping, nipple play, kissing, tears, sexual context in conversation, fluff

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

[Joel Miller masterlist] [my masterlist]

When he got home, he was greeted by silence. Strange. A quick glance at his watch assured Joel that you should be home by now, but the living room was plunged into semi-darkness. He was relieved to see your purse and shoes hastily thrown on the floor – a sign that you were back.

“Honey?” he asked hesitantly into the empty space, but no one answered.

He kicked off his shoes and ran a hand through his hair. Damn, he was longing for a shower after such a long week. And then there was that party you were supposed to go to tomorrow…

One of your coworkers was throwing an engagement party. You weren’t a fan, but everyone was going, so it seemed appropriate for you to show up.

Passing through the house and deciding to go upstairs, Joel recalled the tense atmosphere that had been building as the party approached. You had a tendency to change your mind every few hours. And even though he told you he would do whatever you wanted, nothing made it any easier.

He stopped in front of your half-open bedroom door, noticing the faint glow of a lamp, and a moment later he heard a soft sob. Jesus, his heart skipped a beat. He opened the door a crack, and what he saw both surprised him and made something heavy drop into his stomach.

Dresses were strewn across the floor and bed, in various colors, lengths, and styles. And you sat on the floor, your back to the bed, your legs drawn up to your chest, crying.

"Baby..." Joel whispered, stepping inside, trying not to step on anything. You lifted your puffy eyes. Smudged mascara had turned into black lines on your cheeks, and your lips were still trembling. "What happened? Have you been sitting like this for long?"

When you spoke, your voice was slightly hoarse. "Since I've been here..."

"Jesus..." he groaned, pushing one of the dresses aside with his foot. Only then did he notice you were only wearing underwear and that a plastic bag from some online store was lying next to you. Joel sat down across from you, hearing an unpleasant creak in his knee. "Will you tell me what happened, honey? Did a pack of raccoons get into your closet?"

You must have wanted to smile, because the corners of your mouth twitched. Finally, you relaxed your shoulders and took a few deep breaths.

"I don't think we're going to that party tomorrow," you finally said. You were staring at your hands, so you didn't notice Joel frown.

"Why not?"

"I..." your voice caught in your throat for a moment. Large, warm hands rested on your calves, gently stroking them, comforting you. "It's pathetic, but..."

"Nothing you feel is pathetic, sweetheart. Tell me everything..."

And then the words tumbled out of your mouth. You told him you'd been looking for a dress for the party for a week. That you'd ordered one online, but it was too tight. This only undermined your already damaged self-esteem. So you started trying on everything in your closet, which only deepened your despair. Too short, too long, too tight, too loose, the wrong style, the wrong color, and the last one was chafing at the seams.

"And the one that arrived looks like a tight, slutty dress," you finished. Your voice was getting stronger, and your sadness was starting to turn into anger. "I can't go to a party where all the women look like girls from a Vogue photoshoot, and I..."

"You'll be the most beautiful of them all," Joel finished. You rolled your eyes.

"Please. It won't improve anything. You're not being objective."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Do I have to be?"

"Joel..." you groaned. "Mary's been on a diet for months, she looks great. Karen goes to the gym every day. Jean..."

"Fuck them all!" he exclaimed, his fingers tightening on your thighs. "Do you see what you're doing, woman? You work full time. You take care of the house and an idiot like me. I'd die without you because all I'd eat is frozen pizza and takeout. You're smart, beautiful, funny, and so resourceful. Before you came along, I was a mess..."

You smiled, new tears welling up in your eyes. "It wasn't that bad, Joel... You should have thrown away some of the holey socks and worn-out shirts." You both laughed, but after a moment, your face turned sad again. "Is it so bad that I want to look pretty? I know these sick beauty standards are just shackles that bind women and force them to reach unrealistic standards, but..."

"But you're already beautiful. And when you say things like that, you're even more fucking sexy." You shook your head, but you couldn't hide your smile. "Come here, baby."

Joel grabbed your hips and pulled you so that you were straddling him. His rough jeans brushed against your thighs, and his hands stroked your back soothingly.

"You know what I thought when I first saw you?"

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you shook your head. "Tell me."

"I thought a girl that damn sexy wouldn't look at someone like me."

"Jesus, that's not true!" You groaned, patting his shoulder.

Joel raised his eyebrows. "You think? I was wearing my last clean t-shirt, my jeans had seen better days, and my hands were full of rough spots that shouldn't touch skin as delicate as yours." His sweet brown eyes stared into yours. He wasn't lying, not to you. "Do you think any girl would want to date a constructor?"

"I did."

“And for that, I’ll thank God or anyone else.” Joel smiled. “I was sure you’d run away from me after the first date. And I liked you so much.” He sighed. “And now look—we’re together. I’m a real lucky bastard.”

The hands around his neck pulled him in for a sweet and tender kiss. Your lips were salty from tears, but still soft and warm. He pulled you closer.

You rested your forehead against his and said, “I liked your broad shoulders and arms from the very beginning.”

“Really?” Joel chuckled. “Lucky me.”

“Yeah, and your ass looked really good in those jeans.” Now you both laughed. “You were so sweetly shy when you approached me.”

“I was afraid you’d see a hard-on in my pants.” Your eyes widened in surprise. “What? Did you see yourself? Those… tits?”

Before you could respond, Joel leaned down, brushing his lips against the soft curves of your breasts. His stubble sent shivers down your spine. Arousal began to build in your lower abdomen.

"I love every part of your body," Joel murmured between kisses. His fingers slowly began to slip off the straps of your bra. "Of course, I have my favorites. Like your breasts. So soft, so delicate. They fit perfectly in my hands." He slid your bra off, exposing them to him. "And my mouth."

His hot lips closed over your nipple, and you gasped. He sucked and teased your nipple with his tongue, and his other hand cupped another breast, kneading it. You unconsciously moved your hips. The hard bulge in his jeans quivered.

"Damn!" Joel hissed. "See what you're doing to me, baby? I'm still horny for you."

You took his face in your hands and tilted him towards you. His hungry lips found yours. The kiss was deep, and without warning, his tongue invaded your mouth. A muffled moan escaped your throat. Joel pressed your hips against his, eager for the friction. Your panties were already wet.

"And those thighs," he hissed harshly, clenching his hands. "I love being between them. Kissing them and caressing them. And you know what I love most?" You shook your head. A sly smile played on his lips. "When you squeeze my head with them, baby. Or when you wrap them around my waist. Or when I have your legs on my shoulders and I'm pounding into you hard, and you..."

"Jesus!" you moaned, grinding against him harder and harder. The friction was perfect. You felt your body getting closer to what you needed. "I'm going to... Shit!"

"Take what you need, baby." Joel panted, lightly sucking on the delicate skin of your neck. "Take it like the good girl you are. And then I'll give you more."

Your breathing was ragged. Joel was close too. He began sucking on your breast, and you moaned, feeling your walls tighten around nothing, a pleasant shiver running through your body. A muffled, deep moan escaped Joel's chest as he pressed you even closer to his hard body.

You took a deep breath, letting the feeling fill every cell in your body. It felt good, so good.

"You know..." Joel said, pulling away from you for a moment. "I can't remember the last time I came in my pants."

"I'm sorry," you replied, kissing his temple. "I shouldn't have..."

"Don't apologize, baby. That was fucking hot." You laughed, then kissed him on the lips. "Maybe... Maybe I'll take a shower now, and then we can move our conversation to a more comfortable place, huh? I think you need a little more attention from your boyfriend to get all these bad thoughts out of your head."

"You should eat something. You got home from work and..." His hands tightened on your thighs again. His brown eyes seemed almost black to you.

"There's one meal I really want," he said in a heavy, deep voice. "And you serve it best."

You felt that familiar shiver again. God! You'd loved this guy from day one. The dress issue vanished from your mind, and suddenly you didn't care if you went to that party.

No one had ever made you feel as sexy as Joel. He was the best support you could hope for, and even though you knew it was all inside you and you just had to believe it, he made it easier.

And Joel, true to his word, took care of you a few more times that evening.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[saudianna]

and if i say i just wanna be fucked into oblivion by landoscar

oblivion

i would agree. heavily. 🙂‍↕️

p in v | threesome | fingering | oral (m receiving) | overstim | might’ve forgotten sm stuff sorry

the moment the front door closed, you knew.

lando looked at you like you were a meal and not someone he'd just spent the past hour teasing under the guise of a group hangout. oscar had barely said anything—but that look in his eyes, calm and dark and focused, gave him away.

“upstairs,” lando murmured, finger hooked in your belt loop. “now.”

by the time they got you into lando’s room, your clothes were halfway gone. lando shoved your jeans down with no patience, kissing down your spine while oscar sat back on the edge of the bed, arms folded.

“what are you waiting for?” lando grinned at him, voice cocky. “thought you wanted to see her break.”

you didn’t even have time to react.

oscar pulled you toward him, hands finding your thighs—slow, deliberate. he kissed you like he was tasting sin, tongue sliding against yours, one hand cupping your jaw while the other snuck between your legs, teasing your panties down and groaning softly when he felt how wet you already were.

“needy already?” he whispered, dragging his thumb through your folds. “that fast?”

lando laughed behind you. “she’s been needy since the car ride. couldn’t sit still.”

and then they were both on you. hands everywhere. lando sucking marks into your shoulder while oscar sucked on your tits. fingers inside you. two of them. thick, slow. oscar curling just right while lando whispered filth in your ear.

“you like being our little toy, huh? getting used by both of us like this?”

you could barely nod—already breathless, body burning, hips rolling into oscar’s hand like you were starved.

and that was before they fucked you.

first it was lando—he always wanted to go first.

he bent you over the side of the bed, held you down by the nape of your neck, and fucked into you with zero restraint. oscar watched from a chair, stroking himself lazily, eyes locked on the way your body jerked every time lando’s hips smacked your ass.

“louder,” lando groaned. “wanna hear you.”

and you gave it to him—loud, messy, desperate moans echoing through the room while he ruined you from behind. his pace was relentless. he slapped your ass, tugged your hair, pulled your head back to kiss you between thrusts that left your knees weak.

“fuck, you’re clenching so tight—gonna make me come just like that.”

but he didn’t—he pulled out right before he did, groaning as he coated your lower back with warm spurts and rubbed them in with slow fingers like he liked the mess.

“now she’s ready for you,” he told oscar, smirking.

oscar took his time.

he slid inside you slow—so slow—stretching you all over again, his cock thick and deep, hitting angles that made your back arch and your moans come out strangled.

“that’s it,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “just feel me.”

he fucked you soft at first. long, deep strokes. fingers rubbing your clit in little circles until you were begging. lando leaned in from the side, feeding you praise and pressure.

“doing so good, love,” he whispered, pinching your nipples. “you can give us another, can’t you?”

you came the second oscar told you to—his voice calm but commanding, his thrusts speeding up just enough to push you over.

“don’t stop,” you cried. “fuck—please don’t stop—”

they didn’t.

lando sat behind you next, holding your thighs open, watching oscar rail into you while rubbing your clit, his other hand choking you gently as your body writhed.

“she’s twitching,” oscar muttered. “about to break.”

“let her.”

you sobbed when the next orgasm hit. your whole body shook. eyes rolled. drool slipping down your chin, thighs soaked, brain static.

but still—not enough.

they flipped you on your back.

lando slid inside again without warning and your body jerked. he laughed breathlessly, watching your face twist in sweet agony.

“you’re so sensitive now,” he said, panting. “and i’m not even being nice.”

oscar was by your head, feeding his cock back into your mouth, groaning when your lips stretched wide and drool spilled over your cheeks.

“such a good girl,” he murmured. “so full, and you still want more.”

your brain couldn’t hold a single thought. just sound and heat and pleasure and pressure. the overstimulation was unreal. every nerve was on fire.

you came again. and again. and again. they didn’t stop. they fucked you through every single high—held you, whispered to you, used you.

by the end you were wrecked. sweaty. ruined. eyes red, mascara everywhere, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

oscar pulled out and spilled on your chest. lando groaned into your shoulder, cock twitching inside you as he finally came too, warmth flooding your overstimulated cunt.

and then—quiet.

you blinked up at the ceiling, dazed, trembling, your voice a broken whisper:

“i can’t… move.”

lando chuckled, brushing hair from your face. “good. we didn’t do it right if you can.”

oscar leaned in, soft kiss to your cheek. “you asked for oblivion, baby. and we gave it to you.”

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐳𝐞𝐧 || 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ Jinu once had an affair with one of the king’s concubines, he accidentally sent her to be executed and spent 400 years begging to have her back, only that his wishes became true in the least expected way.

warnings_ angst, slight toxic relationship, misogyny, gender roles and historically inaccurate ancient stuf , fluff, sex heavily implied, jealousy, soulmates.

notes_ THIS WAS BASED ON @everandforeveryours ‘s WONDERFUL PLOT, I WAS ALLOWED TO REINTERPRET SO THANK YOU <3.

♫ ♪ Saja Boys playlist

✰ Index (+ fics here)

୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ

Free was the woman who passed as dead and left the kingdom behind.

Having a family who barely passed middle class in the given ancient period made you a candidate to be a concubine of the king.

Being a young woman, a virgin, and educated, increased the chances of actually becoming one.

And when the summer started, you became a lower-rank concubine.

There wasn’t much to do. And certainly you avoided spending the nights with the king. Thankfully, he liked to play board games and hear you sing. But other than that, he was patient and showed zero to no interest in you.

One of your few escapades consisted of having long walks across the pond and gardens of the palace.

It was your only time alone without servants or guards or ladies in waiting. It was quiet, the blossom trees made the pond look somber and yet magical.

It was during one of your walks that you grew curious to grab a water lily when you almost fell, but a man held you in place, preventing you from falling into the water.

You took a long breath before turning to face your hero.

“Thank you” you said exhaling.

He was gorgeous. He looked your age, was tall, seemed neat and his face was edging towards perfection. You knew him.

“Hey, you’re the new musician of the king” he looked hesitant to answer, but soon nodded and finally took a moment to analyze and admire your face.

To him, you were also edging towards perfection.

“You’re very talented. And I really like your music…” your smile and tinted lips sold him away. He knew you were positioned somewhere higher than him. But aside from the people who suddenly praised him, your kindness seemed genuine. Certainly, you were not part of his deal with Gwi-Ma.

“Oh. Sorry to bother you. Excuse me…” you spoke again after not receiving a response from him. It disappointed you a little, but just when you were about to leave him behind, he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re not bothering me…” his hands were freezing despite being in summer. But you didn’t shiver, you savored his embrace. “I- I just don’t know if it’s correct to speak to you…”

“I spoke to you first. It doesn’t matter anymore” it was your sweet smile that made his rotting heart beat alive again. For once he didn’t feel the shame of leaving his family behind. So he smiled back at you.

“Are you a concubine?” He nervously asked.

“Lower rank concubine. It gets pretty boring” you admitted nodding. “It doesn’t help that the emperor isn’t my favorite person. But do not tell that to anyone”

“I swear I won’t” you offered him another smile as you twirled the white water lily in your hands.

“Tell me your name” you told him and for some reason, he blushed at the way you commanded him.

“Jinu… that’s- that my name”

“Well, Jinu… You’re going to come with me” the way you said it made him feel as if he was being burned alive. You took his hand and dragged him towards your chambers.

And the next time he heard his name slipping from your lips, it was because he had you naked on top of him.

…

Free was the woman who had no shoes, no gold ring to survive but true love by her side. Within weeks, you were utterly in love with him. Jinu visited you most nights, he sang you songs, loved seeing you dance and both enjoyed painting together. You loved his weight on top of you as he made love to you. Quickly he understood what made you spread your legs wider. What made him cover your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. And most importantly, he understood how to make you happy.

To the point where you constantly went spiraling, thinking about escaping with him. To somewhere farther and secluded. Where silk hadn’t arrived yet and wax was still hard to obtain.

But during a celebration, you had to hide your smile from him. In front of you was a row of higher concubines. And in front of them, the queen with the king.

Food was served, soldiers were laughing and celebrating, but you could only focus on Jinu playing his old bipa.

Singing a song about admiring the sunset with a lover, watching her blowing dandelions, and being proud of being in a nation that had won a war. It was about a man and the things he loved. And you knew, the woman in the song, his lover; was you.

His melodies were intriguing. Since the moment you saw him in the streets, all disheveled and without a chance to survive the week. You had nothing yet, but you gave him a silk cloth.

He probably didn’t remember, and you wouldn’t remind him. You just praised him truthfully.

So when you locked eyes with him and he sent you a smile in disguise, you had to lower your head to giggle.

You had never experienced such a similar kind of love. Where you felt safe and happy no matter how little or insignificant the interactions were.

But your emotions were too loud despite being careful. And someone else had already noticed.

When the celebration was almost over, you sneaked away, to the kitchens. The place was empty and dark, not a single candle on and it could potentially feel eerie.

But you patiently waited for your man, sitting on top of the long wooden table where food for the king was daily prepared.

Within some minutes, he entered the room. As tall and dorky as he was, he smiled at the sight of you and all your intrinsic headpieces and fresh flowers tangled in your hair.

“Why did you pick this place to meet?” Jinu questioned as he stepped between your legs. With a little giggle, you tilted your head towards the window.

“Because there’s not much light. It’s dark and… nobody will hear or see us” You held his free hand and placed it on the ribbons of your robe. When you touched his cheek, he was burning. The gesture made you smile widely.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me…” he whispered, starting to kiss your chin and neck. “But I’m getting addicted to you”

“You are the one who made me feel that way first, Jinu”

He untied your robe, letting it slip off your body. Instinctively, you leaned backwards, offering him a better but still darkened view of your naked body. Jinu could smell the jasmine oils and soap all over your skin. His fingers traced figures up and down and he enjoyed hearing your moans in the dark.

And the celebration was over, you made him follow you to your sheets again.

…

Many nights later, in the peak of the summer, when a fan seemed to be a useless tool and cold water wasn’t enough, Jinu and you spent the night in your bed.

He was playing his bipa and humming some song as you listened to him.

“Sing with me…” he said after a pause, turning to look at you and waiting for an answer.

“What? No- I don’t sing, Jinu” he rolled his eyes at your shyness and took your hand to make you sit beside him at the feet of your bed.

“Please, sing with me…” with his insistent voice, you ended up nodding.

“Alright…”

The melody of a beautiful song started to fill the room. Jinu was an expert, and you often wondered why it took so long for the king to notice him.

You knew the song. It was the lover one. You started singing with him and noticed Jinu couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He seemed to be utterly obsessed and attracted to your voice.

You didn’t like others to hear you singing. It was a private thing for you and unfortunately for the king as well. But for Jinu? You could leave aside your shame and allow him to hear you.

There was a big smile on his face. And when he finished playing the song, he placed aside his bipa and went straight to kiss you.

His big hands perfectly fit across your face. Whatever he did or said was a matter of love for you.

You melted into his lips and allowed your tongue to slip in. The gesture took him aback and he offered to kiss you with more passion and dedication.

It didn’t help that you were naked already. His hands wandered across your hips and ended up tracing your breasts. If you didn’t stop him, you knew he would take you again. And you wanted, you wanted to try all the things you heard from the girls like sitting on your lover’s face. But first, you had to tell him.

“Ji-Jinu. Wait-…” he abruptly stopped.

“I’m sorry, I thought-“

“No. It’s okay, I want to… but-“ your smile grew and he chuckled, confused.

“Jinu… What do you think about… going away?” You questioned. “Imagine escaping the palace and going away…”

Jinu remained quiet. He glanced at you once and then looked at his hands.

“I know it’s sudden. But… I- I can’t be a concubine for the rest of my life” and Jinu couldn’t be a musician for his whole life. He didn’t know how far he would be able to go before he completely turned into a demon.

He came back to earth when he felt your hands taking off his clothes. And before he could cover himself. You had already seen all.

“Is that a tattoo?” He panicked at your question. When he looked down, he was able to see a glimpse of patterns across his arms and chest. “Jinu, it’s beautiful”

How could you consider demon patterns beautiful? He almost burst into tears.

Jinu wished he hadn’t made a deal with Gwi-Ma. He wished he could’ve waited a little longer. To beg for some mercy until he was accepted into the palace without a deal in between. He wished he could’ve presented yourself to his mother and sister.

And still, he wanted to believe that it could actually be possible for him.

“Let’s do it. Just wait for me, until I receive a pay at the end of the week” he promised, taking your hands. “It’ll be very few credits to survive. But let’s do it…”

You didn’t even let him finish, you just jumped onto his lap and kissed him.

“I love you” you said and his heart stopped.

His eyes opened widely and let out a breath, just to be sure you actually meant it.

“I love you too” he answered back.

…

The following morning, Jinu was gone.

It didn’t matter, he would be back later. And in the meantime, you started to gather important belongings that could be traded for credits or other useful stuff.

You didn’t even call the ladies in waiting to help you dress. You were blinded by love.

You hummed the song you both sang and you wondered if that could be your future. Just you and him in an isolated place. You were about to serve yourself some tea and cakes when you heard a servant calling you.

“Your highness, the Queen Mother is here” the young and frail woman told you. You quickly stood up and frowned.

“What does she want?” You hated the king’s mother. She was a vile widow who personally picked the concubines for his son.

“She needs to speak to you” without any other choice, you sighed and nodded.

“Help me get dressed first…”

“It’s urgent” she said.

With bare feet and wearing a thin robe, you followed the servant.

You remembered the day you were chosen to go to the palace. New concubines were solicited. You didn’t want to leave your family, that was your biggest fear.

The Queen Mother said straight to your face you weren’t pretty enough. But when she discovered you actually didn’t want to be a concubine, she changed her mind and picked you. Only to make you suffer.

When you made it to the common room, she was looking through a window. Her greying hair was perfectly accommodated in headpieces made of gold and when she turned to face you, she had a fake smile in her face.

“Tell me, dear. Do you enjoy music?” You frowned at the question but you stood straight.

“As most people, I do, your highness” she smirked.

“I told you to follow the rules when you arrived here” your eyes snapped open.

“That boy was spared because he confessed” she said and your throat felt dry.

“But you, you’ll die like any woman committing adultery and treason does”

‘No…” you whispered.

Jinu would’ve never betrayed you like that.

“You’re lying. He wouldn’t do that…” the woman chuckled.

“And that naive attitude is what’ll send you to your death” two guards entered the room, one punched you in your stomach and the other yanked your hair. You sobbed in pain and before you could do have done or said anything, they started pushing you out.

“JINU!” You screamed between the tears. He probably wasn’t even close to you, but you had hopes that he would come and save you. That something magical could happen. Instead, one of your ankles twisted, you heard a crack and the soldiers started to drag you across the pavilion.

Some maids and people started gathering, whispering to each other. Many women who always prayed for your downfall smiled with devilish grins.

And despite all, you couldn’t feel shame. In your heart, there was no place for humiliation. But only pain. An unbearable ache mocking you and rubbing in your face that you wouldn’t get a happy ending.

And it was all your fault.

As the soldiers placed a tight rope around your neck, you ignored the looks, the laughter, the whispering.

How could something so pure as love could be the reason for your death?

Maybe Jinu had always been a demon, sent to seduce you, to make you sin, to forget about yourself and give in to him. Through sweet nothings and the lust of sex he put you under a spell.

And once you had been given everything to him, he would dispose of you to take the next victim.

As you felt life giving you farewell, a sudden guilt and regret settled in your guts. You cursed the day you met Jinu, you cursed him and you prayed to be given a second chance. To live again and make the right decisions. To face him again and take him prisoner for something called karma.

But free was the woman who could rebirth and keep it zen.

…

If hunters are gone, I can leave behind my shame and bring her back to life.

That was all that mattered to Jinu as he played along while being recorded for national TV entertainment.

When Huntr/x appeared and tried to face them, Jinu pulled out a smart move and made them join them on stage.

But they had to go… and of course they followed them.

The door shut open with a loud bang. Everyone turned to look and there was another woman. Similarly dressed in black leather attire and wearing a mask like a bank robber does. Looking unbothered, arrogant, and too damn lousy for Jinu’s prejudice.

He didn’t know yet, but that woman was you.

And he first noticed a birthmark between your eyebrows.

“Can we get outta here? I hate vapor and sweating” you said while looking at your metallic nails. “And a fan bit me on the shoulder. This mask is killing me!”

“Uh- y/n…” Zoey called you and when you looked up, you saw your friends pointing at the five demons with their weapons.

And that’s when Jinu saw you. He quietly gasped, almost unable to breathe.

“Oh. I see…” you let out a little chuckle. From your wrist, a bracelet untangled by itself until it came down as a long whip, matching the same colors and bright lights as the rest of the girl’s weapons.

That was definitely your voice. But…

No, no, no… She can’t be a demon hunter; Jinu started panicking in his head.

“A knife chain? You’re naughty…” Abby told you, which made you smirk.

“Sure I am. We can put it into practice if you want…” the muscular man smirked at you and sure it made you a little wet. But he was a demon after all. And then, you noticed their leader, staring directly at you. probably trying to see your face under the mask.

“Get her” the man pointed at you.

“What? Why me?” You asked in shock, already stepping backwards.

The four men started chasing after you and for the first time, you didn’t feel very confident.

You rushed to open a door and climb the stairs as fast as you could.

“They’re going after y/n!” Mira yelled and Zoey tried to get Rumi to go help you but she was also gone.

No matter how many doors you opened and how many stairs you used to go up and down, demons were all over the place. You could see the Honmoon weakening, making you feel fear for the first time. As well as a deep hateful feeling, making you fight more violently, and a little against Celine’s advice.

Your chain knife skillfully vanished tons of demons. But the Saja Boys were definitely higher-ranking demons. They could disguise themselves as humans and were somewhat in control of their actions, instead of regular demons who simply tried to dodge you and tear apart your skin.

The ones called Mystery and Baby appeared in your sight and you prepared to attack them.

“It’s usually all the other way around” you told yourself out loud.

They were strong, calculated in their attacks and definitely soul-starving.

Baby grabbed you by the shoulders and Mystery tried to use his claws on you, but none of their attacks succeeded. Their black haired leader appeared and as you tried to flinch away, he was able to take your mask, uncovering your face. You had definitely bitten your tongue while fighting with him, and the taste of blood filled your mouth.

“Get away from me, assholes” you yelled.

Jinu was able to grab your arms and surprisingly, he simply stared. He didn’t do anything to hurt you.

Under a thick and exaggerated black makeup, he could see your face. The same face he fell in love 400 years ago.

Noticing he was distracted, you pulled out your weapon, and with a big push that took all of your strength, you were able to get him out of your hair.

“I said: Do not touch me!” You yelled, finally slicing some of his skin.

He backed away, looked surprised at you and after touching the wounded skin, it healed in a second.

You huffed and spat some blood before looking back at the man. He looked at you shocked, like an idiot actually. He transmitted to you an uneasy feeling. With a worried sigh, you held your wounded arm on your chest and turned around to run back to the girls. And thankfully, the demon didn’t follow you.

But he discovered it was actually you. His lover…

…

The first time they met, Rumi thought he could’ve killed the leader of the Saja Boys. The second time, she grew alarmed as he stated the meeting had to do with one of the members of Huntr/x.

What could possibly want a 400-year-old demon possibly want to do with one of her friends? Rumi had no idea. But she was curious and worried

“Straight to the point” Rumi threatened with her sword pointing at Jinu again when he appeared by her side.

“Tell me more about the fourth Huntr/x member …” Rumi frowned and defensively stood straight. Almost as if you were actually there and she wanted to protect you.

“About y/n? What’s your business with her, huh?” Jinu sighed at Rumi pointing her sword at him. “She’s the one to compose and produce our songs. Comes up with the melodies and is our visual member”

“I know her” he revealed.

“What?”

“She was a concubine in the palace. Lower rank but a concubine with privileges…”

“My y/n? 400 years ago she was a royal concubine?” Jinu nodded at her, and Rumi still looked shocked.

“Same body, same hair, same eyes. And.. same voice” by the tone Jinu used, Rumi began to believe him. It was too honest and there was no actual reason for him to be lying. Plus, she needed to know how to protect you.

“So she reincarnated? Because she doesn’t seem to remember you” she didn’t mean to be hurtful, but mentioning the fact that you had no idea who Jinu was, hurt him.

“I guess so…”

“And she was your…”

“She was my lover” Jinu admitted shamelessly.

It made Rumi immediately lower her sword. She was truly shocked.

“I didn’t mean to, but I believe Gwi-Ma forced me to confess about our affair. He must’ve known y/n had hunter blood. And- I sent her to her death”

“I wanted to run away with her. To leave the palace and take my mom and sister as well. They would’ve loved seeing me with y/n. And I wanted to marry her. We talked about it the night before she died” he closed his eyes, showing visible pain at the memory. Rumi genuinely felt bad for him. And certainly some mixed feelings for you. “I confessed in the morning and before sunset, she was already dead”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea…” Rumi offered to say, but Jinu shrugged.

“Of course you wouldn’t know”

They stared in silence for some minutes, only the purring of Derpy could be heard as Jinu patted him in the head.

“Gwi-Ma likes to play in my mind the memory of her cries and sobs as they took her to be executed. She screamed my name, begging for me to save her… And I stood there like a coward”

Rumi sighed and after debating it for a couple of seconds, he patted Jinu’s shoulder.

“And that’s why you’re helping him now? To leave the shame behind and get her back?” The man nodded.

“I could help. But I won’t lose my friend…” Jinu turned to the braided woman and noticed she was threatening him as well as advising him.

“Just help me to make her remember” he pleaded.

Rumi wasn’t convinced but nodded.

…

It wasn’t easy. You hated demons as much as Mira did. You and her were almost done with the choreography of “Takedown” and Zoey said your violent ideas for the lyrics were on fire.

They were singing “How It’s Done” and since you were on break after a little accident, you weren’t part of that song. But soon you’d make your re-appearance with Huntr/x after six months.

You pass by the Saja Boys, and a few steps before making it to the stage, you feel a hand around your wrist.

With a big frown of confusion, you turned to see Jinu.

He was always staring at you and trying to get close to you. And that had never happened to you with a demon.

Your friends finished singing and met you backstage. There was an intermission of 40 seconds before it was your turn. So they look at the scene, shocked to see Jinu approaching so intimately in public.

“Do not touch me again, demon scum” you spat out, yanking away from his touch. And ignoring the electric feeling rushing through your chest.

Mira smiles and raises her brows in surprise at your sudden defiance. After her, you were the toughest, a pure ambivert. But even as you tried to keep a straight face, you couldn’t help but stare at the young man looking at you as his band mates gathered beside him.

Just like Rumi, Mira, and Zoey did with you.

“Easy there, teeny tiny” Romance said smirking at you.

“Just tell your useless leader to stay away from me” you replied firmly, barely eyeing Jinu when you turned around, leaving to wait until you were up to enter the stage.

“Fuck…” you whispered to yourself, feeling stressed out, needing to rip off your choker and gloves.

Rumi came hurriedly to gently stop you, making you frown in confusion.

“Tell me something…” she told you.

“Huh?” Your friend looked worried and she spoke in a rush.

“Are you sure you don’t remember his name? Jinu? Or his face?” Rumi asked with tons of seriousness that made you frown.

“Rumi, what is wrong with you? He’s a demon for heaven’s sake!” You huffed in disbelief, giving her a harsh glance before grabbing your microphone and starting to sing, Mira and Zoey going right after you.

And all the time you were on stage, you wondered why you felt so weird around that demon. You despised his face for some reason, but he never made you feel under attack. The thought of already knowing him popped right after the presentation. You gave him a glance as he and the Saja Boys prepared to sing “Soda Pop”. His eyes met yours and for the first time, curiosity invaded over you.

୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ───୨ৎ

yesterday’s blackpink concert was WOW, 100000/10

[elijawrites]

hiiii! First off love your work girly, doing great work for us wuh luh wuh’s! 😼 just wanted to ask if ya could do a Rumi x Reader fic thingy where reader is like a barista where Rumi and the others go undercover too like RELIGIOUSLY. And Rumi had devolved a crush on said barista and has finally worked up enough courage to try and ask her out. Shenanigans from Zoey and Mira I use once they find out etc!

tbh have fun with it! Like use this as just a very loose prompt or whatever!😼🫶

OPERATION: Espresso your feelings .ᐟ

ft. rumi x barsita! freader

warning. none, just pure fluff, reader is just a civillian / a normal barista in a normal cafe, read in dark mode !!

an. thank you for requesting anon! i really liked this one, and i hope i wrote what you wanted me to 🤍🤍 and IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OEMRJWIDJ

Rumi swears this is not a crush.

It’s just that she and the other two happen to do a lot of “undercover missions” at this one little coffee shop off of 7th street. Y’know, the one with the fairy lights hung across the ceiling, the mint green tiles behind the bar, with the hanging penguin sign that says ’Welcome’ and the barista with the kindest smile and most soothing voice Rumi has ever heard in her ENTIRE life?

Yeah, that one. The one that just screams ’home’

“Rumi,” Mira says one morning as Rumi straightens her jacket for the fourth time. “Are you sure this is for a mission and not just because you’re down bad for the barista”

“I am not—” Rumi couldn’t finish her sentence due to her being distracted by you tying your apron near the counter, the way your hair falls perfectly over your cheekbone, the way your nose scruches as you try to reach it, the way you—

She coughs. “This is a professional visit.”

Zoey leans over and whispers, “You literally tipped her twenty bucks for a muffin yesterday.”

You notice them, of course. Who wouldn’t? A trio of girls in clearly fake sunglasses and earpieces, regularly visiting everyday @ 5pm, not so quietly whispering and arguing over who gets the last blueberry scone. You think it’s cute. especially the purple haired one—the one who acts all brave and confident and yet turns to jelly the second you ask how her day’s going. yeah, she’s cute.

You write “Have a lovely day:)” on her cup every time. Or sometimes just a heart next to her name if there’s too many costumers.

You don’t see her face when she reads it, but Mira and Zoey do.

“She’s gonna combust,” Mira mutters as Rumi sees the note.

Zoey fake-swoons. “Quick quick, Write that in the mission report, maybe that’s the info we need” She giggles out.

Rumi scowls and sips her caramel latte. “Shut up.”

Today, however, Zoey and Mira had enough of their leader being such a coward

Rumi’s been pacing in front of the café for ten minutes before Zoey finally shoves her inside.

“You’re asking her out. End of story.”

“No I’m not—”

“Yes you ARE rumi.”

So Rumi stands in line, practically vibrating with nerves, hands all sweaty. When you spot her, your eyes light up like you’ve been waiting for her all day, and that just makes her heart do little jumps, she swore it would jump out of her body if it could

“Hey, Rumi! The usual?”

She nods dumbly, trying her very best to not dip and just run away at this very moment. You finish her order quite quickly, Knowing it like the back of your hand.

But before she can bolt back to her corner booth like usual, Mira casually bumps into her.

“Oops.” The latte SPLASHES right onto Rumi’s jacket.

Rumi looks horrified, mira looks smug, and rumi swears she heart zoey fake gasp from across the room. You rush around the counter immediately, napkins in hand.

“Oh my god, are you both okay? It’s alright, We can totally comp that—”

“No, no—it’s fine! It’s—uh…” Rumi’s voice cracks. “Actually…uh…”

Your eyes meet. Her ears are red. Your hand brushes hers as you pass her more napkins. Her heart skips. And mira subtly elbows her side, urging her to continue

“I was wondering if maybe… sometime… if you wanted to—like—get coffee? Not here obviously, I mean—together. With me. I mean. If you want.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then your smile widens slowly, sweet and a little teasing “Well, that depends. Is this an actual date?”

Rumi groans into her hands. “A date. Definitely. A date.”

You giggle. “Then yes. I’d love to.”

[strawberrynightmere]

Fearless Manager [Part 2]

[Part 1]

TW⚠️: canon divergence and honestly I don't know what else to put.

A/n: In one day the first part blew up... like that was too fast.

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Right now, you are double-checking the stage for the boys' debut. So far, nothing was out of place, you'd have to thank Jelly later for doing an amazing job.

"All good. Now those guys should be here... in five- no four minutes." Guess there is some time to spare.

But several minutes pass and they're still not here. "Darn... you assign them something simple and they choose to be late." Looking around, trying to find those candy colored boys. And then you spot them coming from a narrow street.

Once they got to you did you ask.

"What took you guys so long?"

Jinu tried to play it off, badly so. "It doesn't matter, we're here now!" You just stared at him until he finally admitted it. "Abby lost the buttons and needed them fixed."

You lean to the side to see Abby with his shirt open, he looks one blond wig away from looking like he was gonna pose for a romance novel cover. "So you just gave up?"

Jinu turned where you were looking and then turned back with an awkward smile. You didn't let him talk, just motioned for Abby to come over to you as you pulled out a little box of safety pins from your bag and used them to close his shirt, making sure the pins weren't visible.

"Just for your information, a muscle shirt can have the same effect without it being a safety hazard."

Abby didn't reply, he just stared down at you, and a glint of gold could be seen in his eyes.

"Alright, you guys goofed around long enough, now get this performance over and done with, you're all behind on schedule."

You chase them all onto the stage and then go backstage.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Wow...

The debut went swimmingly. The song was catchy, the dancing was good, and the people were eating it up. Pretty sure you saw popcorn flying everywhere... which was weird.

Anyway, Jinu announced they will be guests on that game show tonight and then they disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.

They can do that?

Wait. Did they just ditch you?

"Almost forgot our manager." Abby wrapped his arms around you and picked you up off the ground. Then your vision is covered by pink smoke.

When the smoke cleared you were back in your apartment, where the rest of them were. A moment passes and you realized something.

"If you guys can teleport, why didn't you do it instead of coming late?"

Silence...

Makes you wonder if they forgot they could do that or if they just couldn't be bothered to do it. You're not gonna bother with it.

"Okay, time to- Abby, put me down." You almost forgot that he was holding. Only when your feet touched the ground did you continue. "Thanks. Now, what was I gonna say?"

"You got the rest of the day off?" Romance asked, already wanting to laze around.

"No, that doesn't sound right. Oh, right, the game show!" Four out of five of them groan and you take a look at the time. "We have time for a break, don't worry about it." That was followed by sighs of relief.

Seriously? These guys only did one performance and they're acting like they were on a three-day hike.

You're starting to think this wasn't worth the favor.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Skip to the game show, you were again backstage, watching as the boys were struggling for their afterlives to drink all the hot sauce and not pass out, it was funny.

Suddenly someone bumped into you.

"Oh! Sorry-"

"It's all good-"

Both of you are cut off mid-sentence when you realized who it was.

"It's you."

You said in unison. It was that girl from last night, this time she was wearing a black leather outfit. Another girl with twin buns peaks out behind her.

"You know her Rumi?"

So her name was Rumi.

She tried to form an explosion, badly so, tripping and repeating her words, to which that girl and another tall girl with pink hair, narrowed their eyes at her in confusion.

"We've bumped into each other by accident." Technically speaking, it wasn't incorrect, just too complicated for an explanation.

Your phone vibrates, it's an incoming call.

"I gotta take this. It was nice to see you again miss."

And then you walked away. Not noticing that Jinu was secretly watching you, or that Rumi wanted to stop you.

When you were pretty sure you were somewhere private, did you answer the video call.

"Is it on yet Jelly?"Gwi-ma asked, even though you see purple flames on the screen, you knew he wasn't looking.

"She answered! She already answered, look!" Jelly's voice comes from the background. You let out a small snort when the accent demon finally noticed you onscreen.

"Hi, old man. What's the situation?"

"Just wanted to check up on how the plan is unfolding."

"Can't you see through the other demons?"

"You got me! I wanted to see how you were doing. They're not causing you any trouble, are they?"

He sounded like a parent, checking up on their adult child who just moved out.

"Um. No! No trouble at all. It's only day one, so no complaints can be drawn."

So you continued your conversation, not knowing the shenanigans that are being pulled on stage.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

"Are you kidding me. Again?" You say when you find out when the Saja Boys dipped on you, again.

"That's it! They can teleport. I'm going home."

Such a tiring job this is.

A/n: This could've been longer, but I procrastinated too much.

[leighsartworks216]

hi again leigh!! I really enjoyed your rainy day prompt! this time I was wondering if I could request a birthday comfort fic with Sylus please? Smth like reader/MC doesn't really go out of her way to celebrate her birthday since she thinks it's not worth it (me tbh) but Sylus proves her wrong? Another hurt/comfort fic, basically. It's my birthday on the 13th haha

Feel free to ignore this request if it's too much, just let me know <3 thank you so much in advance!!!

Greedy

Sylus x gn!Reader

IM SO SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK THIS LONG TO WRITE. AN ACTUAL MONTH OVERDUE OMFG

Anywayyyy I hope this was worth the wait 😭

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, birthday, self-worth issues, kissing, food, teasing, established relationship

Word Count: 2,166

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“Going to bed already, kitten?”

You blink at him, mid yawn and stretch. Arms reaching overhead, your shirt lifts up to reveal a little bit of tummy. His eyes catch it immediately. Flick down a couple more times until your arms flop down by your side. “Yeah, I have work tomorrow.”

Sylus quirks a brow up at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you laugh. “Why?”

“Well, I was under the impression that tomorrow was your birthday.”

Your heart spikes. You shrug, playing nonchalant, glancing away to scratch your cheek. “Yeah, it is.”

“But you're not taking the day off?”

You shrug again. “It’s not that big a deal.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms. “If I’d said that on my own birthday-”

“That’s different.” He shoots you a look, demanding for you to elaborate just how his own birthday is more important than yours. You huff. You feel antsy under his stare.

You always hate when this comes up. When a friend gushes over you, wondering just how you’ll celebrate your big day. And the way their entire attitude changes when you say you aren’t doing anything, and that you don’t want to do anything. Like you not wanting to celebrate is a burden on all of them.

As a kid, it wasn’t much different. Yeah, you wanted to have those big parties and events like the other kids. Your friends’ parties that brought you to fun pizza palaces and trampoline parks. Or at-home celebrations with games and pool parties. But something about it always felt… wrong. Like those places and games were made for them, but not for you. You didn’t deserve to have parties like they did. Didn’t earn the right to celebrate another year of life.

You cross your arms in turn. “I just don’t want to make a big thing out of it, okay?”

He stares at you a moment longer. Reads your body language, all tense and closed off, as easy as an array of Mephisto’s code. You think he’ll give you that look - the look they all give you. Keep arguing about how it should be a big thing because you’ve survived another year around the sun. Bring up that if you were going to make such a fuss about his birthday, shouldn’t he make a fuss about yours? Throw out suggestions and ideas for “fun” things you could do. And look like a kicked puppy when you reject him.

But he doesn’t. He just gives a nod, uncrosses his arms, and stands up. “Alright,” he says.

You squint up at him suspiciously. “Alright?”

“On one condition.”

You groan. “What.”

He smiles. “I make you dinner.”

“... What?”

“After work, come back to the base,” he elaborates. “I’ll make us dinner and we can do or watch whatever you want for the rest of the night.”

Your mind is already racing, thinking up all the ways this can turn sour. You have images of Luke and Kieran jumping out at you with party poppers and cone hats. A giant 7 tier cake. A pile of presents that reaches the ceiling. If there’s two things you know about Sylus: 1. He doesn’t do things by halves, and; 2. There is no such thing as too much.

“Just us? No Luke or Kieran?”

He shakes his head. His bangs swish over his eyes. “Not even Mephisto.”

“And just dinner?”

He quirks a brow, but he nods. “Just dinner.”

You stare up at him, searching for any budding scheme he could be coming up with. But you know he wouldn’t lie to you. It wouldn’t be like your 15-year-old surprise party that your friends threw, despite telling them all repeatedly that you didn’t want a party. You almost cringe just remembering it. “Really?”

He scoffs. You’d think it was out of annoyance if it weren’t for the amused grin creeping along his lips. “Really. You have my word.”

Your shoulders finally relax, arms drop back down to your side. He bends down and scoops you up, carrying you with one arm. You scramble to hold on. He carries you off to bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And you - you rest your head on his shoulder, like that’s exactly where you belong.

“Now let’s get you to bed,” he says. “Wouldn’t want you to be exhausted at work tomorrow, would we?”

-

All day, you’ve dodged well wishes and “Why are you here? You should be celebrating!”s and the awkward staredown while you read store-bought cards. Of course your boss sent out a mass email letting everyone know it was your birthday; she did it for every one of her employees. And of course everyone went all out to make sure you knew it was your “special day”. Your only saving grace is that you weren’t forced to sit and stare at your coworkers as they sing you Happy Birthday and watch you “make a wish” on a candle.

During your breaks, you use the Birthday Discount emails you get sent and Sylus’ black card to buy clothes, games, craft supplies - anything and everything you could. It’s not like he minded, especially when he’s usually begging you to use his card no matter how small or large the price tag is.

By the time you’re on your way back to the N109 Zone for Sylus’ supposed dinner-date, you’ve uttered about a million prayers hoping he truly doesn’t have anything else up his sleeves.

You wander through the base toward the kitchen, scanning every room you pass for any sign of Luke and Kieran, banners, party poppers, and presents. You love those kids, but if you see them tonight, you might just explode on them.

Strangely enough, you manage to reach the kitchen without any glimpse of the twins. And the kitchen is lacking in decorations and monstrously sized cakes, too. Instead, all you find is Sylus with an apron tied in a little bow at the small of his back, an array of messily-iced cupcakes, and an absolutely divine fragrance. He glances over his shoulder when he sees you.

“How was work today, sweetie?” he greets casually, before turning his attention to the food sizzling in the pan on the stove.

You frown at his back. “It was…” You sigh. He glances at you again as you step past the cupcakes on the island and come to his side. Up close, the aroma of a home cooked meal hits all your senses, making your mouth water and stomach grumble. “A lot.”

He hums. You poke his side playfully and tug on the strap of the apron. “Since when have you had this?”

“I bought it today,” he admits, flicking your forehead in retaliation. “I didn’t want to mess up my clothes while I cooked for you. Why? Is it not to your tastes?”

“Just thought you’d get one in black. Or one that says ‘kiss the cook’ on it, or something.”

He chuckles. “I’ll keep it in mind for next time.”

You wrap your arms around his, holding onto him. He doesn’t stop you. He even transfers his utensil to his other hand so he can continue to cook without disturbing you. You can’t help looking around again. You look at the cupcakes all lined up on the counter. At the entrances to the kitchen. Through the doorway leading to the dining room. He lightly nudges you.

“Something on your mind?”

“No,” you answer too quickly. “Just, wondering where Luke and Kieran are.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “I thought you didn’t want them here tonight,” he teases. “They’re restocking my safe houses tonight. Once they’ve finished, I’ve told them they can do whatever they want. Most likely, they’ll run off to an arcade.”

You nod, trying to play it cool. “And Mephisto?”

“Keeping an eye on the twins, to make sure they actually finish their jobs before they play games.”

So… it really is just you and him here tonight?

“Go sit down,” Sylus says, breaking you from your thoughts. “This is almost finished.”

-

Dinner is better than you expected. Sylus always said that he could only cook so long as he had a recipe to follow, but every bite tastes like it was professionally crafted by a master chef. You savor each flavor. Try to chew slower so you can really relish the care he put into it. By the end, you’re genuinely scraping your plate for every last morsel.

He doesn’t judge you for it either, even when you look up at him all embarrassed. No, he just smiles. One of those soft smiles that makes him seem harmless, that brightens his eyes. He would be preening if he were a bird, so proud of himself for making something you enjoy so much.

“There’s cupcakes, too,” he reminds you after a sip of wine.

You smile wryly at him. “I thought you said just dinner.”

He chuckles, but shrugs. “Then I’ll throw them out.”

“Hmm, I better have a taste before you do. Just to make sure.”

He watches you get up and go over to the array of cupcakes. The frosting is messy, but with an intent to look nice. Or, at least, look edible. You pick one up and glance his way as you peel off the paper wrapping. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, waiting for your reaction as casually as he can. You sink your teeth into the soft cake and-

“Oh my god,” you moan around the bite. A dab of icing gets on your nose, but you can hardly care when it tastes this good. It practically melts on your tongue. You look up at him again, wide-eyed, as though searching for any hint that he knew it would be as delicious as this. “Sy, you should become a baker.”

He stands from his seat with another chuckle, plucking his wine glass from the table to carry with him as he joins you at the kitchen island. You take another bite. “Is it that good?”

You nod, licking your lips of crumbs and icing as you peel away more of the paper and hold it out for him to try. He eyes the cupcake for a moment. Then he takes your wrist and guides it away, bending down to your height, leaning in so his face is inches from yours. You gulp down the bite, trying to remember how to breathe when he’s looking at you like that.

His eyes flicker down to your lips multiple times as he leans in closer. Sharing your air, breathing in the sweetness of the dessert. And then-

Lick.

His tongue swipes up the icing from the tip of your nose and he’s standing at his full height, touching his lip. “Mm, yeah. It’s sweet.”

You groan. “Bastard.”

“What? Were you expecting something else?” he asks, though the teasing lilt in his voice betrays the honesty of the question.

“You know what you did.” You glare at him and turn away, taking another big bite of your sweet treat. “No more cupcake for you.”

His arms wrap around your waist and pull you back into his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder. Nuzzles his nose against your cheek, where he can feel you fighting not to smile as wide as you want to. “That’s alright. I’ve got something sweeter.” He kisses your cheek. Along your jaw. Down your neck. Kisses you slow and delicate, closing his eyes like he’s savoring the taste of your skin, even after your long day. He hums, a sound that rumbles in his chest and vibrates against your back. “Happy birthday, sweetie.”

You swallow. The cake turns sour in your mouth. “I’m sorry for all the trouble,” you murmur.

He pulls away slightly to look at you, a frown of his face to match yours. “Sorry?” he asks. “Why are you sorry?”

“Well, ‘cause you made me dinner and cupcakes and everything.”

He huffs an astonished, confused laugh. “That’s hardly any trouble. I would cook dinner and bake cupcakes for you every night if I got to see you smile like you did tonight.”

The thought twists your stomach. He flicks your forehead before the thoughts can spiral.

He says your name sternly. “If you think you’re a burden because I want to take care of you, you’re wrong.”

You turn around in his arms and rest your back against the counter, the last couple bites of your cupcake held between you. “I just… It’s a lot of effort just for me.”

“And you’re worth every second of it.” He kisses your forehead. “For one day, let yourself deserve everything.”

“With you, I gotta get used to every day…”

He grins. “Eventually. We can start small for now.” He grabs hold of your wrist again and lifts the cupcake to his lips. He takes a generous bite and licks the icing from his lips. “One day, you’ll be as greedy as me.”

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