my beloved idol

✦ ABS

Calls you drunk, slurring about how badly he fucked up, claiming "they were never better than you".

Gets aggressive with himself, punching walls and crying when you won’t pick up.

Shows up at your gym (if you go) just to run into you, drenched in sweat and desperate for attention.

Obsesses over every photo you post, zooming in like a creep because he misses your body.

Begs to see you just one more time.

Admits he hasn’t slept properly since you left.

Still wears the chain you gave him and kisses it like a prayer.

Tells his boys he doesn’t care, but the moment he’s alone he’s in tears all over again.

"You look good." "I look like shit and you know it." He chuckles dryly, eyes darting anywhere but you. "Haven’t slept right since you left." "Guess guilt doesn’t let you rest easy." "Guilt’s easy. Missing you’s the hard part." You cross your arms. "Missing me didn’t stop you that night..." "No. And every time I close my eyes I see your face instead of hers. You win. You always win." He steps closer, voice low. "Say you hate me. Say something. I’ll take that over silence." "You don’t get to want my voice anymore."

✦ ROMANCE

Writes entire love letters and paragraphs in your DMs every single night, full of metaphors and heartbreak.

Sings the love songs he used to sing for you, but they come out broken and off-key now.

Gets on his knees when he sees you, literally crying in public.

Tries to buy back your love with gifts, but it only makes him look more pathetic.

Asks your mutual friends to beg on his behalf.

Says he dreams about you moaning his name, but when he wakes up, he’s alone.

Constantly whispers "please take me back" whenever he sees your photo.

Rewrites the cheating story to sound like he was confused, but you never buy it.

"You look beautiful. Still." "And you still lie beautifully too." "I’m not lying this time. Never lied about you." His voice cracks. "I wake up and my hand still reaches out to your side of the bed." "Stop trying to make it poetic. You cheated." "I know.” His eyes glisten with unshed tears. "And I hate myself for how human I was. For how weak I got. I’d let you destroy me for it if it’d make you feel better." "You already destroyed yourself." "Then take what’s left. Please. I don’t want to belong to anyone else."

✦ MYSTERY

You catch him just standing outside your building, a gift bag on his hand, staring up at your window with an unreadable expression.

His eyes are constantly red from crying, his hands shaky as if he was physically weak.

Starts sending cryptic late-night texts like "I shouldn’t have let you go" or "You’ll always own me".

Leaves bruises on his own hands from gripping too hard when he scrolls through old pictures of you.

Keeps your hair tie, ring, or something small and stupid, clutching it during restless nights like a rosary.

Develops unhealthy habits like not sleeping and smoking, replaying in his head how he lost you, torturing himself.

When he runs into you and is finally able to speak, it’s low and broken: "I’d kneel for you again. Just tell me how to suffer for it."

His pride is gone — he wants you to punish him, to ruin him for ever daring to betray you.

"You really showed up." "I wasn’t sure you’d open the door." His voice is low, soft like gravel. "Then why come?" "Because the silence is killing me." He looks up, eyes hollow under his hair. "I thought I could hide behind it, that if I stayed quiet long enough maybe it’d erase what I did." "It didn’t." "No." He takes a step closer. "I still smell your scent on my sheets. I still hear you saying my name when I close my eyes." "Then let that haunt you. I can't help you." "It already does. Every night. I’m just here to see if you still think about me."

✦ BABY

The smirk? Gone. Now he’s blowing up your phone with endless spam texts: "pls pls pls answer me" / "I’ll do anything" / "I can’t breathe without you".

Acts cold in public, pretending he doesn’t care, but behind closed doors he’s sulking into his pillow.

Sends you voice notes where he’s clearly jerking off while crying, moaning your name between apologies.

Shows up at your hangouts uninvited, acting like it’s casual, then breaking down when you ignore him.

Covers his neck and shoulders in bandages because he keeps biting himself where your teeth used to be.

Gets drunk and starts fights, screaming "she is mine, no one else can touch her".

Admits he’d let you use him like a toy if it meant being near you again.

Whines into the phone: "you’re the only one who ever put me in my place — please don’t leave me like this."

"Watcha doing here?" "Couldn’t sleep." He smirks faintly, but it dies almost instantly."Didn’t think you’d actually want to see me again." "I don't." "Probably not." He rubs the back of his neck. "I keep trying to joke about it, y’know? Pretend it’s just another fight. But it’s not funny when you’re gone." "That's your mistake. You thought I’d always come back." "I did." A shaky laugh escapes him. "Guess the only thing I can’t win at is you." "Then stop playing." "…If I stop, that means it’s really over. And I don't want that."

✦ RUMI

Shows up at your door with mascara-streaked cheeks, hands trembling as she knocks.

Keeps posting poetic captions like a crown is nothing if the heart is gone hoping you’ll see them.

Tries to buy her way back into your life with overly expensive gifts or gestures, but can’t even look you in the eyes when handing them over.

Cries in the shower, forehead against the tile, whispering your name as if wishing you'd be there.

Stops singing the romantic songs you two loved, even the ones in her albums; now she skips them entirely onstage or sings off-key.

Starts showing up to your workplace or favorite café by accident, then breaks down when you ignore her.

Sleeps with your hoodie on just to smell you, clinging to it at night like it’s her lifeline.

"I didn’t expect to see you again." "I didn’t expect to lose you." Her voice trembles, but her spine stays straight. "I thought… if I kept my distance, m-maybe..." "You made your choice." "And it was the worst one I’ve ever made." She exhales, eyes wet but steady. "You were my calm, my anchor. I traded that for a mistake I can’t even name out loud." "You can’t fix this, Rumi." "I know. I just needed to see the person I lost one more time."

✦ MIRA

She’s like a kicked dog — eyes red, voice hoarse when she tries to speak, snappy to even her friends.

Keeps sending you long, angry-but-heartbroken voice notes at 3 a.m. where she insults herself more than anyone else.

Breaks mirrors in her dressing room because she can’t stand seeing herself without you behind her.

Posts things like "I’m nothing without you. Hit me, hate me, just don’t erase me."

Leaves bruises on her own thighs from squeezing them when she thinks of how you used to touch her.

Keeps your picture hidden under her pillow, pulling it out only when she’s alone and sobbing.

"Wow. The audacity." "Go ahead, say it. I deserve it." "You think showing up changes anything?" "No. But not showing up feels worse." Her tone drops, raw and husky. "I’m not here for forgiveness. I’m here because I still wake up reaching for you like a damn fool." "Then stop reaching." "If I could, I would. But you’re under my skin, baby. And I need you."

✦ ZOEY

The sunshine girl now looks dim — her smiles are fake, her giggles end in sniffles.

Floods your DMs with cute emojis and desperate confessions: "I messed up 😭 please come back".

Tries to recreate your old dancing videos on TikTok, but her always stops in the middle.

Records tearful GRWM videos where she wears your favorite colors, hoping you’ll notice.

Shows up at your door with a milkshake or small snack, like old times, hands shaking while she says "I didn’t realise what I had."

Starts leaving voice notes of her crying and whispering your name, then deleting them, then sending more.

Keeps a necklace you gave her and kisses it before every stage performance, like a ritual.

"Zoey?" "Hey…" Her voice is small, fragile. "I know I shouldn’t be here. I just— I keep thinking about how you used to smile at me. Nobody smiles at me like that anymore." "That’s not my problem." "I know. I just wanted to say sorry. For real this time." Her eyes shine, but she still tries to grin. "You were my home. And I walked out of it like it was nothing." "You can’t come back." "I know," she whispers, voice cracking. "But I’ll keep the door unlocked, just in case you ever do."

✦ JINU

You casually sitting on his lap, chatting as if it’s nothing, when he knows exactly what you’re doing.

Whispering right into his ear when you’re sitting there, brushing lips against his jaw.

Lightly tugging his hair back when you kiss him, just enough to make him whimper.

Calling him good boy in a teasing tone — it absolutely fries his brain.

Running your nails over his chest and arms when you’re straddling him.

Getting bold in public, like sliding your hand onto his lap under the table.

You wearing his clothes, especially his shirts. He can’t help but stare in awe at every single inch.

Grinding down on him slowly during makeout sessions.

The heat of your breath against his neck when you murmur his name.

You’re not even trying to tease him when you slide onto his lap, but the way Jinu’s breath hitches says otherwise. His arms tense for a moment as if unsure where to hold you, then his hands settle possessively on your waist, thumbs pressing into your skin like he’s afraid you might slip away. You shift slightly to get comfortable, and that subtle grind makes his jaw clench. "Do you even know what you’re doing to me?" he murmurs, voice low, warm against the shell of your ear. His hands tighten, pulling you flush against him, leaving no doubt about how much your position affects him. You try to play coy, but the way his thigh shifts beneath you forces out a soft sound you can’t swallow down. Jinu laughs, not his usual playful laugh but something rougher, needier, as if your little slip is all the encouragement he needed. His fingers travel up your spine, pressing you closer until you’re caged against him. When you finally kiss him, his control snaps. His hands roam without hesitation now, one sliding under your shirt while the other keeps your hips firmly in place, grinding you down against him. He groans into your mouth when you roll your hips just right, and suddenly you’re not sure if he’s the one being teased or if he’s the one in charge, because the way he mutters your name against your lips feels like a plea and a warning all at once.

✦ ABS

Your nails scratching anywhere. His chest, back, arms — he craves the sting and the marks.

You scratching his scalp while tugging his hair, making him growl low in his throat.

Grabbing his jaw while kissing. He loves when you’re bold and dominant.

Squeezing his biceps like you know how much he works them out.

Getting him sweaty at the gym and still choosing to kiss him right then.

Biting his lower lip.

Your hand sliding down his abs, slowly, teasing before going lower.

When you moan or whimper against his ear.

Seeing the red lines your nails left on him afterward, proof of how wild you went.

Abs has that grin plastered on his face when you straddle him, like he’s already in control of the situation. His broad hands rest on your thighs, squeezing lazily, as if he’s testing just how much you’ll let him get away with. "What’s this, huh?" he teases, leaning back against the couch like he’s got all the time in the world. You lean down, lips brushing his neck, and when you drag your nails lightly down his shoulders, his whole body jolts. The grin wavers. "Oh… oh, fuck," he exhales, voice suddenly lower, rougher. You smirk at the sound and do it again, harder this time, scratching down his back through his shirt. His head tips back with a groan, grip on your thighs tightening. "You trying to mark me up so everyone knows I’m yours?" "I don’t hear you complaining," you murmur against his jaw. Abs laughs breathlessly, but it’s more desperate. He grabs your chin, tilting your face so you have to look at him. "If you keep doing that, I’m not letting you leave this couch tonight. You hear me?" His pupils are blown wide, his lips parted like he’s one second from losing every ounce of self-control. And when you trail your nails down his chest again, dragging just enough to make him hiss, he surges up to kiss you.

✦ ROMANCE

You moaning into a kiss. If you moan his name? He's done.

Slow, sloppy kisses that linger with too much tongue and teeth.

When you clutch at him as if you need him more than anything.

Whispering sweet words in a whiny, pleading voice. Always wants to make you feel loved.

Your fingers tangling in his hair while you tug and pull him closer.

Making eye contact mid-oral. He can’t handle it. He will moan into you every time.

Your legs trembling around him. The more you shake, the harder he goes.

Your perfume clinging to his skin and clothes after being with you.

He already had you soft in his hands, murmuring things in that sweet, low voice that made you melt. But the second his lips trail down your neck and you sigh out his name, it’s over for him. He freezes for half a beat, then you feel the smile against your skin. "Say it again," he whispers, teeth grazing your pulse. You do, breathier this time, and his entire body shudders like you’ve just flipped a switch inside him. "God, you don’t know what that does to me," he admits, voice suddenly hoarse, needy. His hands cup your face, almost tender, but his kiss is anything but sweet — it’s deep, like he’s trying to drink down every sound you make. When you moan his name again between kisses, he groans right back into your mouth, his control unraveling as he grinds you harder against him. "You’re mine. Mine. Only mine."

✦ MYSTERY

He has this high level obssesion for watching you through a mirror while he’s behind you.

You biting your lip while looking back at him in that same mirror.

Clawing at his shoulders, nails digging deep, making him grunt.

Wrapping your hands around his throat just slightly.

When you sit back on him slowly, never breaking eye contact in the reflection.

Your soft thighs squeezing around him. He loves the pressure.

That moment where your lips are swollen, red, wet, and he knows it’s from him.

You dragging your nails down his stomach, all the way down.

The reflection of your flushed, ruined state.

Your hand slides up and curls lightly around his throat. His eyes widen — not in shock, but in a dark, heated way. "You trust me with this?" you whisper, squeezing just enough to make him tilt his head back. He moves his hair off his eyes. He doesn’t speak, but the sound he lets out — a low whimper —answers for him. His hand wraps around your wrist, not to pull you off, but to keep you right there, like he’s daring you to hold tighter. "Fuck…" he finally breathes, lips parting as he leans closer, the sharp edge of his control breaking apart. You feel his pulse racing under your palm when you squeeze a little harder, and he gasps softly, eyes fluttering shut. When they open again, he’s looking at his own desperate expression on the mirror behind you.

✦ BABY

Biting. Always biting. He leaves you covered in little marks.

Sinking his teeth into your shoulders, your hips, even your thighs, growling.

Both giving and receiving hickeys he can see later — mine written all over.

Your sass turning into moans when he takes control.

You tugging at his chains/necklaces when he kisses you.

Watching you squirm when he bites right where it makes you weak.

Your nails digging into his neck as you pull him closer.

Your legs hooked around him or on his shoulders.

The way you gasp his name when his teeth sink just right.

He acts like he’s unfazed, lounging back and letting you crawl onto his lap like it’s his idea. But the moment your teeth sink gently into his neck, the smirk slips. "Tch—are you serious?" His voice cracks between a scoff and a moan, hand flying to grip your thigh tight. You trail bites lower, catching his shoulder, and he jerks under you. "Hey, stop that." Then you bite his lip and suddenly he pulls back just enough to glare at you through his messy hair, lips swollen, eyes sharp with challenge. "You really think you can play with me like that?" His voice is low, strained, but instead of pushing you off, he drags you back in, mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that tastes like both punishment and surrender. By the third bite near his jaw, he’s cursing under his breath. His hands roam on your rear and back, desperate to keep you pinned. "Shit—stop, or I’m not gonna hold back." But even as he says it, he’s tilting his head, giving you more skin to mark.

✦ ZOEY

She gets weak for closeness. She'd sit on your lap every chance she gets for you to touch her thighs.

Losing it when you praise her — "good girl," "so pretty," "you’re doing amazing" — she soaks it all up.

Pulling her hair gently, just enough to tilt her head back for your mouth.

The first few thrusts of your fingers. She’s always embarrassingly wet and sensitive right away.

Grinding against your thigh like she can’t help herself, all breathless and needy.

Whispering dirty things in her ear when she least expects it.

Making out for hours, because she can cum just from being kissed hard enough.

Zoey’s giggles are the first thing you hear when your hand slips up her thigh, fingertips brushing over the smooth skin. She squirms, trying to keep up her bubbly chatter, but her voice falters the second you squeeze gently. "H-Hey… that tickles," she laughs nervously, her cheeks flushing pink. But her thighs close around your hand instinctively, like she doesn’t want you to move away. When you squeeze harder, rougher, her breath hitches and her whole body jolts. "Why—" she gasps, hiding her face in her hands as though she can laugh it off. But her hips shift toward your touch, betraying her, and she peeks at you between her fingers, eyes wide and shimmering. "You’re… you’re so bad," she giggles. You give her thigh another firm squeeze, nails pressing lightly into her skin, and her laugh turns into a needy little whimper. "S-stop…" she stammers, burying her face in your shoulder this time, body trembling as she clings tighter to you.

✦ MIRA

She's so into dirty-talking you until your legs shake, and then mocking you playfully for being so desperate.

Sitting on your lap and rocking her hips against you while making you keep your hands still until she says otherwise.

Making you watch her as she grinds on your hand.

Pulling your hair back when you eat her out — she loves the control of holding you exactly where she wants.

Slapping your ass or tits mid-act, just to hear you gasp for her.

Having you beg explicitly for what you want — the filthier, the better.

Taking pictures or videos of you wrecked for her (private only).

Mira had you pinned against the couch with that knowing smirk. Her lips brushed your ear, warm breath making you shiver as her voice dripped honey and venom all at once. "Do you get this wet for everyone, or is it just me?" she teased, hand sliding down your stomach. You tried to retort, but Mira only laughed darkly, pressing her thigh between yours. "Oh, don’t start pretending now. You love when I talk to you like this." When your soft whimper slipped out, Mira’s grin widened. "That’s it, sweetheart. Be a good little mess for me." Her words alone had you clutching onto her shirt, begging without even saying it.

✦ RUMI

The wet sounds when you make out or suck her tits. It makes her wanna hear other sounds too.

The sound of your breath hitching when she suddenly takes control.

Running her nails lightly over your stomach before she actually gives you what you want.

Grinding against your thigh when she’s already wet, making you feel her arousal.

Watching your eyes roll back when she pulls your hair to guide your mouth lower — the sight alone gets her wetter.

Sitting on your face and making you hold her thighs down so you can’t escape her pace.

Whispering filthy encouragements in your ear while she rides you.

Rumi kissed you with the kind of hunger that left no space for air, just the mingling of your mouths and the desperate sound of your breaths. Her hands anchored firmly on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as if she could fuse you together. You tried to steady yourself, but every tilt of her head, every sweep of her tongue, had you clutching tighter onto her shoulders like you might fall without her. She groaned low against your lips when your nails dug into her back, the pressure only fueling her determination. "Don’t let go," she murmured between kisses, and you couldn’t even if you wanted to. Her mouth was relentless. By the time she finally pulled back, your hands were trembling in her hair, chest pressed so tight against hers that you swore she could feel your heartbeat. Rumi just brushed her thumb over your cheek, smirking softly before pulling you back in.

✦ JINU

He never imagined how devastating it would feel when you used it on him. He’s already gasping when you take him into your mouth, lips wrapping tight around his cock and that cool ball of metal dragging down his length. Every swirl of your tongue has him twitching, eyes squeezed shut while one hand fists the sheets. His usual confidence evaporates fast under the wet pressure of your mouth, the piercing flicking against his sensitive tip until he’s whimpering your name like he’s begging.

He tries to hold back, tries to keep up his composure, but you’re merciless. The deeper you take him, the more he swears he’s losing his mind, feeling the cold touch of metal slide against the thickest part of him. "F–fuck, that piercing—" he chokes out, hips jerking up before he can stop himself. His thighs tremble as drool slicks your chin, and the sound of you gagging lightly around him only pushes him closer to the edge.

When he finally looks down, it ruins him. His vision blurs at the sight of you on your knees, tongue piercing glistening with precum as you drag it slowly across his tip. "You’re gonna kill me," he groans, voice raw, before his hand tangles desperately in your hair to push you back down again, chasing that reckless heat he never knew he craved so much.

✦ ABS

Abs starts nonchalant, smirking as you kneel in front of him like he already knows he’ll enjoy it — but the second your tongue pearl grazes his length, he’s cursing under his breath. His cock twitches in your hand, so thick it stretches your lips as you wrap them around him. The metal ball drags along a vein, and his bravado falters, a rough groan tearing out of his chest. He tilts his head back, jaw clenched, as you swirl your tongue around his tip, the piercing sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight down his spine.

He’s unable to stop himself from grabbing fistfuls of your hair and guiding your pace. "Fuck—just like that, don’t stop," he growls, hips rolling into your mouth. Your tongue stud taps against the underside of his cock with every stroke, and he hisses at the sensation, sweat dripping down his chest. His abs flex with every shallow thrust, his body wound so tight he feels like he’s going to snap.

By the time you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, his composure is completely gone. The wet, obscene sounds of you choking around his length drive him wild, and he laughs breathlessly, shaky but still cocky. "You’re dangerous with that piercing, baby," he rasps, thumb dragging across your spit-slick lips, before shoving you back down again, desperate to feel that metal ball rubbing every inch of him.

✦ ROMANCE

Romance is undone from the very first lick. He’s used to teasing and slow-burning touches, but nothing could have prepared him for how filthy and overwhelming it feels when your piercing glides along his cock. His moans come out soft, almost pretty, as he cups your face with shaking hands. "So sweet—fuck, you feel so sweet," he babbles, biting his lip as you swirl your tongue around him with maddening patience.

He whimpers when you focus on his tip, that silver ball flicking back and forth while you suck, each movement making his thighs tremble. He tries to keep eye contact with you, but his eyes flutter shut every time the cool metal drags across his sensitive slit. His hips twitch helplessly, betraying how badly he wants more. He sounds broken when he begs, "Please—deeper, please."

When you finally take him all the way, letting the piercing trace along the base of his cock, he lets out a strangled groan and nearly collapses. His fingers stroke your cheek like he can’t believe you’re real, but his hips buck into your mouth all the same. "God, I'd let you ruin me like this every time,” he breathes, half whining, half moaning, his voice trembling as the wet heat of your mouth and the teasing bite of metal drag him to the brink.

✦ MYSTERY

The guttural sound he makes the second your piercing touches him tells you everything. His cock twitches against your tongue, and his hand immediately finds your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek as if grounding himself. His breath comes sharp and ragged while he watches, eyes shadowed, as your lips slide down his length and that silver ball teases the underside of his cock.

Every swirl of your tongue has him losing more control. He grits his teeth, head falling back as low growls slip from his throat, almost animalistic. His thighs are tense under your hands, but his body jerks when you focus on his tip, the piercing flicking against it relentlessly. He shudders, chest heaving, whispering a broken, "Fuck… don’t stop," like he’s afraid the sensation will vanish.

When you pull back to show him your tongue, piercing glistening with spit and precum before you dive down again, he actually lets out a shaky laugh, disbelieving and wrecked. His hand grips the back of your head, pushing you deeper, his usually composed self unraveling as his hips thrust helplessly. "You’re… filthy," he rasps between gritted teeth, but his trembling thighs and ruined moans betray just how much he’s at your mercy.

✦ BABY

Baby acts unimpressed at first, leaning back with a smug smirk like he’s seen it all before. But the minute your piercing slides over his cock, his facade cracks. "Oh fuck—" he gasps, hand flying to your hair as his smirk collapses into open-mouthed shock. He tries to play it cool, but his thighs are already shaking as you swirl your tongue around him, the metal glinting as it drags slowly against his length.

He hisses when you suck harder, the piercing tapping against his tip until he’s biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. "Shit, that’s… that’s insane," he mutters, voice shaking, and for once he doesn’t know what to do with himself. His cock twitches in your mouth while he tries to hold still, but you’re relentless, dragging the stud along every sensitive spot until he’s squirming under your control.

When you look up at him with your tongue piercing glistening, his cock wet and flushed, he actually groans, face twisting with frustration. "You’re evil with that thing," he spits out, but his hand is already pushing you back down, his cock sliding deeper into your throat. He loses the fight to act cool fast, breaking into breathy curses and high-pitched whines, humiliated and turned on by how badly you wreck him.

✦ ZOEY

She’s all soft gasps and needy whines from the very beginning. The second she feels the cold ball of your piercing trace over her nipple, she lets out this high, trembling moan that makes your stomach twist with want. Her hands come up to hide her face, cheeks burning pink, but her body tells a different story. She arches into you, tits pressing against your mouth, begging for more even without words. The way you switch between sucking her nipple and teasing it with your piercing has her panting, hips shifting like she can’t stay still.

When you move down, Zoey spreads her legs shyly, nervous but so obviously desperate. You kiss along her thighs, dragging the piercing across her soft skin, watching goosebumps form in your wake. By the time you finally press your mouth to her pussy, she gasps so sharply it almost sounds like she’s crying. Your piercing slides against her clit with every stroke of your tongue, a sharp, shocking spark that makes her back arch off the bed. "Oh my god, oh my god— it feels s-so different," she whimpers, grabbing at your wrist with trembling fingers.

She’s a mess quickly, tears pricking her lashes from just how overwhelming it is. Every time you suck her clit and let the piercing press harder, her voice breaks into a louder cry, her legs quivering around your head. She moans your name like a chant, high-pitched and needy, until she finally falls apart under you, hips rocking desperately against your mouth. Even as she comes, she keeps clinging to you, babbling about how good it feels, how she doesn’t want you to stop, until she’s trembling and sensitive and breathless beneath your tongue.

✦ MIRA

Mira is a danger sign the second she realizes just how much that piercing can do. She leans back, spreads her thighs wide, and smirks down at you like she’s daring you to wreck her composure. "C’mon, show me what that thing’s good for," she taunts, even though she’s already biting her lip at the first flick of metal against her nipple. You grin against her skin, circling the piercing around the hardened bud before catching it between your teeth, sucking hard until Mira’s breath leaves her in a ragged exhale.

But it’s when you go lower that her brat edge starts to falter. You hook her leg over your shoulder and drag your piercing from her knee to her inner thigh, slow and deliberate, until her skin shivers. Then, with no warning, you bury yourself between her legs, tongue moving fast and messy, piercing grinding over her clit with every push. Mira tries to keep her voice steady, to throw a sarcastic line at you, but all she manages is a broken, "Fuck— don’t stop, that’s— ah—" before her nails dig into your shoulders.

The more you work her over, the more Mira loses that sharp bite and melts beneath you. Her hips roll up into your mouth, chasing the sensation, her moans unfiltered and desperate. She finally gasps, "Use it harder," and when you obey, pressing the piercing just right while sucking her clit, her whole body shudders violently. The sight of her falling apart, makes her release all the sweeter — she comes loud, gripping your hair and pulling you tighter against her as if she never wants to let go.

✦ RUMI

The first time she feels the cool brush of your piercing dragging over her inner thigh, her breath stutters like she’s never been touched before. She props herself up on her elbows, watching you with half-lidded eyes, her lips parting as if she wants to say something but can’t bring herself to break the moment. That combination of the wet warmth of your tongue and the hard, sudden glint of metal makes her thighs tremble, her voice a soft, bitten-off moan.

When you finally trail higher, letting the piercing flick against her clit with deliberate cruelty, she gasps out your name, her hips jerking up before she can stop herself. "Fuck— you’re doing that on purpose," she half-growls, half-whimpers, one hand fisting the sheets while the other pushes your head down closer. Your tongue circles, glides, and then you pull back to kiss along her stomach, letting the piercing graze her skin in every kiss. It leaves her trembling, caught between wanting more and savoring the torturous anticipation.

By the time you finally go back to her, sliding your tongue inside while the piercing presses against her most sensitive point, she’s gripping your hair like it’s her lifeline. Her moans have lost that careful restraint; they’re raw and needy. "Don’t you dare stop," she pants, her legs wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you tighter against her. The mix of wet suction and the sharp shock of metal has her undone faster than she expected, her body arching beautifully as she comes apart on your mouth.

✦ JINU

Jinu freezes the moment your hand hovers a little too close to where he’s been trying to hide his problem. His cheeks flush an impossible shade of red, and he stammers your name, clearly torn between embarrassment and how badly he wants to give in.

The thought that you noticed, that you’re offering to help him instead of leaving him to deal with it alone, makes his pulse race. His usual charm melts away and it's replaced with something almost vulnerable.

He bites his lip, eyes flicking from your hand to your face, searching for any hint that you’re joking. When you slip closer, whispering the offer again, he exhales shakily and nods, too flustered to even form words.

When you finally touch him, Jinu clutches at you desperately, muffling groans against your shoulder. He tries to hold back, tries to keep it quiet, but every little stroke of your hand makes his hips jerk and his voice break.

His forehead rests against yours, sweat clinging to his brow, as if the intimacy of this is too much for him to process. "Y-you’re… you’re driving me crazy," he breathes, his voice trembling as he surrenders to your help.

By the end, Jinu’s so overwhelmed that he hides his face in your neck, thanking you in broken whispers while his body shakes from the release.

✦ ABS

Abs doesn’t even pretend to hide the smirk when you bring it up. He leans back, legs spreading a little wider, arms folding behind his head like he’s giving you the perfect view on purpose.

"You noticed, huh?" he teases, his voice low like he’s been waiting for you to say something. The offer makes his eyes darken, and instead of hesitation, there’s only hunger — hunger for you, for the way your hand reaches out with such intent. He thrives on the boldness of it, on the fact that you’re the one taking initiative, and it makes him let out a laugh that’s half-growl, half-groan.

When you start to touch him, Abs can’t stop the sounds that tumble out of his chest — deep, shameless groans, almost proud of how good you’re making him feel.

He murmurs filthy things under his breath, praising the way you move and taunting you all at once. His hips move against your rhythm, chasing your hand, dragging out the pleasure.

He grips your thigh, squeezing tight, and mutters, "Fuck, you’re perfect like this… just for me."

The way he unravels is messy, raw, and completely uninhibited, his release hitting hard as he grins at you, sweat dripping down his temple. Even after, he pulls you close, chuckling darkly. "Next time, don’t just offer. Take me."

✦ ROMANCE

Romance looks like his heart might give out when you quietly suggest it. His lips part in shock, and for a moment, his instinct is to protest, to insist you shouldn’t have to. But then the image of your hand on him hits his imagination, and his breath hitches.

His voice drops low, soft, trembling almost sweetly. "Are you… really sure?" he asks, though the way his hips shift betrays how badly he wants it. Once you touch him, his whole body reacts instantly — his breath quickens, his fingers trembling as they find your wrist, not to stop you, but to hold on like he might lose himself.

He moans your name like a prayer, letting every sound slip past his lips unrestrained. There’s this delicate mixture of desperation and reverence in the way he looks at you, like he can’t believe you’d do this for him.

His thighs tense under your touch, hips jerking forward helplessly, as if he’s trying to savor every second. "God, you’re… you’re too good," he whimpers, forehead resting against your shoulder. His body shivers violently with his release, soaking your hand.

Afterwards, Romance stays curled around you, kissing your temple with shaky lips, whispering a soft, "You ruin me… in the best way."

✦ MYSTERY

Mystery stiffens the second you mention it, his hidden eyes darting away instantly. He’s quiet, like he always is, but the way his throat bobs and his breath stutters tells you everything. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t speak — he just waits, tense and still, until you reach for him.

When your hand finally closes around him, Mystery lets out a sound so raw it doesn’t even sound human, a guttural groan he tries and fails to swallow down. His large hands cover his face, hiding his expression, but his body betrays him with every twitch and shiver.

As you stroke him, Mystery is a mess of restrained noises, low growls and bitten-off moans slipping through his clenched teeth. His hips jerk sharply, chasing your touch no matter how much he tries to keep still.

When he finally comes, he grips your wrist tightly, thrusting into your hand with desperate abandon. The release rips through him violently, leaving him trembling and gasping. Afterwards, he stays silent, sweat dripping down his temple, before finally lifting his hand to brush your cheek. His voice is hoarse, almost reverent, "You shouldn’t… but fuck, I needed that."

✦ BABY

Baby Saja scoffs when you bring it up, rolling his eyes and pretending he doesn’t care. "Tch, why are you even staring? You think I need your help?" But his blush betrays him, and when you move closer, his brat demeanor starts to crumble.

He curses under his breath when your fingers brush against him, hips jerking despite his words. The moment you fully wrap your hand around him, he gasps, a sharp, unprepared sound that makes him bite his lip hard. He tries to keep the front up, but every roll of your wrist makes his composure slip further.

He becomes whiny, needy, and completely undone in your hands. He pants out curses, groans, even pleads, all while gripping the sheets like they’re the only thing grounding him.

"Fuck— faster, please—" he whimpers, his whole body tensing as he chases the high.

When he finally releases, it’s loud, broken, his cockiness completely stripped away until he’s left shaking and vulnerable. He falls back, arm flung over his eyes, muttering, "Don’t… don’t ever tell anyone I let you do that." But the flush on his cheeks and the softness in his tone betray just how much he loved it.

✦ JINU

The first time he sees your full demon form, he can’t stop staring. "You’re… beautiful. I mean— I knew already, but this…"

Asks you to permanently keep your demon form with him in private.

Loves running his fingertips over your markings, fascinated by how they glow faintly under his touch.

If you teleport unexpectedly, he laughs every time. "You could’ve just walked, y’know."

If your patterns flare while kissing, he pulls you closer.

Sometimes stares into your yellow eyes mid-conversation and loses his train of thought completely.

Whispers that your claws are sexy and you could mark him up when you’re annoyed at him —just to watch you roll your eyes.

If someone insults your demon heritage, he’ll take it too personally. (Someone lost a soul? Definetely.)

Loves slow dancing in private with you in your demon form —yellow eyes shimmering under dim light.

Complains when you teleport away from hugs too quickly. "No cheating. You leave when I let go."

Keeps reminding you you’re not too much or too dangerous for love.

Says your glow makes you look like you’re blushing everywhere, which he finds unfairly hot.

If your patterns starts to glow when you're angry, his teasing gets shameless — "Someone’s losing control…"

Secretly loves how your fangs peek when you smile.

✦ ABS

Calls you "pretty monster" in private.

Absolutely obsessed with the idea that you could overpower him when you lose control. He lives for when it finally happens.

Trains with you to test your strength, but uses it as an excuse to get close. It always turns into heavy breathing and smirks. Wink.

Thinks the magenta glow is ridiculously hot.

Teases you about teleporting away mid-argument — "Yeah, run away, coward."

Traces your purple markings with the back of his hand when you’re both half-asleep.

Touches your fangs like they’re delicate, but then dares you to bite him.

Constantly grabs your hand to compare claw sizes.

Will try to wrestle you just to see how far he can push before you teleport behind him.

Thinks your glowing eyes in the dark make you look like a predator. Will definetely let you caught him.

Pulls you into his lap after fights to cool you down when your patterns' glow is still intense.

Finds the line between playful and dangerous with you… and enjoys toeing it.

✦ ROMANCE

Writes songs about your eyes —doesn’t admit they’re about you, but it’s too obvious.

Gets weak when you teleport behind him and whisper in his ear.

Keeps telling you your voice sounds different —more magnetic— when your demon side comes through.

Always traces the edges of your markings before bed, like he’s memorizing you.

Says your claws are dangerous for everyone but him, which makes you snort.

Loves holding your face in both hands, looking into your eyes like you’re his whole world.

Secretly loves the adrenaline of kissing you when you’re close to losing control.

He swears the purple glow makes you look like a star burning in the dark.

Wears jewelry that matches your markings —purely to make you smile.

If you teleport away from a kiss, he’ll chase you down without shame.

✦ MYSTERY

Barely reacts when he first finds out. "...Okay." But internally? Fascinated.

Later admits he’s never seen anyone more striking in demon form.

Can’t stop staring at your yellow eyes when you’re talking.

Almost never touches your claws —but when he does, it's reverent, always tracing each of your fingers slowly with his own claws.

Never says much about your teleporting, but somehow always knows exactly where you’ll reappear. "Gotcha?"

Rarely lets anyone see his smile, but you make it happen just by existing.

When you growl playfully, he can’t hide the shiver it gives him.

If he's needy, he'll lap along your glowing patterns in the dark provocatively.

Brings you little trinkets in deep purple.

Prefers kissing you in demon form; says your fangs make it better.

The only one who can make you stop glowing mid-control-lapse just by holding your face.

Doesn’t like showing it, but he’s proud you’re as strong as you are.

✦ BABY

Immediately claims his demon powers are cooler than yours to mess with you.

Makes snarky comments like, "Half demon, full hot," just to get a reaction.

Likes resting his head in your lap, tracing shapes over your skin patterns lazily. Especially your tights.

When you try to hide your fangs, he pouts childishly and tells you not to.

Secretly loves your claws and asks you to scratch his back, it helps him relax. Kinda.

Loves how intimidating you look when you’re mad. Will definetely try to upset you.

Gets horny by just feeling your breathing on his skin.

Says dating you is like having his own supernatural bodyguard slash supermodel.

✦ ZOEY

Thinks your demon features are the coolest thing ever. Gushes about them constantly.

Will excitedly tell anyone (who already knows about demons, probably Rumi first) that her partner is half demon and awesome.

Pout when she realizes she can't teleport with you. Asks you to try again every time.

The first time she sees your patterns glow, she squeals and asks if she can take a picture.

Gets absolutely giddy over your fangs — she calls you "sharkie" just to make you groan.

Tries painting little designs on her own body as a way of supporting you.

Sometimes stares into your yellow eyes mid-conversation and forgets what she was saying.

If you go haunting with her, she’ll point dramatically and shout, "Go, babe!" like you’re her star player.

Loves to jump into your arms —no fear about the claws or fangs or anything— because she trusts you completely.

✦ MIRA

The first time she sees your demon form, she’s like, "Well… that explains a lot. I didn't understand why you were so hot."

Teases you about your patterns but secretly loves them, especially since you're like a work of art.

100% pokes at your fangs to annoy you —"What? They’re cute. And sharp. Like you."

Finds the yellow eyes intimidating in battle, irresistible in private.

Lowkey likes testing how much control you have by whispering suggestive things in your ear.

Makes jokes about you being weaker than her just so you actually show your strength.

Will absolutely paint her nails black to match your claws just to look "couple coordinated."

When you’re upset, she’ll grab your face and tell you to "focus on me" until your glow fades back to calm.

Gets a kick out of kissing you mid-teleport so she’s suddenly making out and you don't escape.

✦ RUMI

Notices your demon patterns immediately but doesn’t bring them up until you’re ready to share. Instead, she just shows her own patterns more often so you feel comfortable.

When you finally tell her, she just smiles and says, "I figured. Still gorgeous."

If they glow when she touches you, she smirks knowingly and leans in closer.

Takes pictures of your yellow eyes — thinks they’re mesmerizing.

When you lose control, she’s not scared. She just takes your hands and grounds you.

Keeps nail polish on hand just to match your dark claws in aesthetic little photoshoots.

Very protective if other demons try to flirt with you. Her stare alone is a warning.

Loves kissing you when your fangs are visible. Finds it thrilling somehow, like kissing danger itself.

If you tease her with your teleportation in a romantic moment, she will absolutely turn the tables physically.

✦ JINU

He’s literally mid-rehearsal when his phone buzzes. Thinks it’s just you asking how his day is.

Opens it. Stares. Doesn’t move. The other members notice because he’s frozen with his phone halfway up.

Ears flush pink immediately — but not just ears, his whole neck. Tries to cover it putting a hand over his eyes.

His brain is going that’s… that’s all mine?!" on repeat.

Tries to be polite and not save the pic… fails. He saves it in a hidden folder in less than 3 seconds.

The angel emoji he sends you after hides an absolutely feral mood shift.

Texts: "This is what you send when I’m stuck in the studio? You’re evil."

Excuses himself from everyone and slides into the nearest bathroom.

You get an audio note after, his voice shaky as he tells you exactly what he plans to do when he sees you next, wet sounds in the background.

✦ ABS

Drops his protein shaker. Doesn’t even care.

Zooms in. Zooms out. Zooms back in.

Whistles under his breath, a smug, pleased sound that turns into a loud groan.

The more he sees the picture, the more turned on he gets.

You’ve basically handed him a reason to go AWOL for the rest of the day.

Texts you instantly: "You trying to kill me now?"

Saves it, of course, and probably sets it as your contact photo temporarily just to tease you.

Leaves everything he was doing and shows up randomly in your place.

First thing he does is pin you against the nearby wall, holding your hands above your head as he presses his body on yours.

"You started this, now you have to finish it."

He kisses you slow and teasing, his tongue sliding into your mouth with no shame, as if taking revenge for the heat you started.

Takes you to the room. You don't regret it.

✦ ROMANCE

Drops his pen while writing lyrics. Sits back like he just got slapped.

Reads your innocent caption. It’s not innocent, he tells himself. His pulse jumps instantly.

Runs a hand down his face, smiling in disbelief.

Sends back a single "…you really think I’m gonna be able to sleep alone tonight after this?"

3 minutes later: a photo of his hand gripping the bedsheets, captioned look at what you’re doing to me.

Definitely calls you to moan sweet things in a whispery tone.

Tells you exactly how pretty you looked and how you’re his favorite view.

✦ MYSTERY

Stares at the image for a solid minute. Zooms in like he’s committing it to memory.

Lets out a needy whimper as he covers his face with a cushion.

A quiet, deep growl escapes him before he types: "Don’t start something you can’t finish."

That’s the only reply for an hour , but you know he’s replaying it in his head.

First thing he does when he sees you is nuzzle your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"You owe me something..." he whispers in your ear.

✦ BABY

Bursts out laughing at first. Not because it’s funny, but because he’s caught off guard.

Quickly changes to wide-eyed, holy-shit mode.

Groans out loud as he rolls his eyes.

"Oh, I hate you" — texts that with the cockiest smirk on his face.

Calls you after some minutes, tone dripping with challenge: "You really think you’re gonna tease me and get away with it?"

Probably sends you something back. A photo in boxers or something that’s just as bad (or worse) within 10 minutes.

100% starts plotting how to make you pay for it in person.

✦ ZOEY

Opens your message and lets out the loudest gasp.

Immediately hides her phone under a pillow — even though she’s alone.

"Oh my gosh… oh my gosh," she fans covering her face with both hands.

She’s smiling like she just won the lottery.

Sends you a dozen messages in a row: half blushing emojis, half "you’re so mean for this".

Gets playfull after a moment, sending you a half-cute half-sexy selfie of her biting her nail with the cutest wink.

Probably giggles the entire time because she’s imagining your reaction.

✦ MIRA

Opens the message, instantly widens her eyes.

Her first reaction is a low whistle followed by "Ssssshit…" under her breath.

Immediately calls you. "What the hell do you think you’re doing, huh?" But there’s a hint of amusement in her voice.

Hangs out just so she can text you "You’re begging for trouble. Got it."

Might send you back a photo of her laying down in her bed, lher shirt lifted just enough to get you crazy.

✦ RUMI

She’s in the middle of taking her makeup off when she sees your notification.

Opens it, freezes, and blinks slowly like she needs to process.

A slow, dangerous smile spreads across her lips. She likes being spoiled with this kind of attention.

"You miss me that much?" — her voice note comes with that sultry, deliberate tone.

Sends you a text: "You’re mine the second I walk through your door. Be ready."

You know she’s keeping that picture for herself — password-protected folder, of course.