#kpdh fluff

“don’t you think you’re being petty?” he asks. you say nothing, flipping a page louder than necessary to get the point across. i’m ignoring you. 

jinu sighs. “you know, you’re gonna have to come out of there eventually. i won’t bother you.” 

another page flipped.  

jinu throws his hands up in surrender. “fine! be that way.” 

you scoff at his lack of effort as he walks away, but you didn’t bother replying to him as you continued to read your book. 

hours passed and there was no sign of jinu, a part of you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the fact that jinu kept his word and didn’t bother you. 

you swallowed, cringing at how dry your throat feels, looking around the living room, you see no sign of your demon boyfriend. surely, you can grab a glass of water and get back in your circle to finish your book.

you step carefully over the circle, making sure that your step makes no sound and that the salt stays in place. 

you let out a sigh in relief, only to scream in shock once a dark mist appears and a hand pulls you into a warm body. 

“hi there, sweetheart.” jinu whispers sweetly into your ear. you thrash against his hold, trying to pull away but you were no match for his inhumane strength as he had the audacity to laugh at your attempts. 

when you calmed down, jinu turned you around to face him, smirking at the pout on your face. 

“are you ready to talk now?” he asks. you shake your head slightly. “there’s nothing to talk about, jinu.”

“that can’t be right.” he clicks his tongue. “my sweetheart is mad at me. i want to fix things.”

jinu places a finger under your chin and tilts it up to face him. “let’s fix this, please?” 

you relent, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. 

“i really… didn’t appreciate you leaning close to rumi like that.” you say quietly, almost as if you dreaded what he would say. you expected him to call you overdramatic, that it didn’t mean anything or that you were blowing things out of proportion. 

“i see.” jinu replies, pulling you closer to his chest. “i’m sorry. i’ll do better. i should’ve thought how you would feel.” huh?

you pull away to see jinu looking at you with a serious expression. 

“i won’t do it again, promise.” you couldn’t find the words to say as you let him whisk you onto the couch. 

“can you promise me something too?” 

“what?”

“let me know when you need assurance. there’s only ever you for me.” 

abby: 

you and abby were in a standstill. you expressed displeasure about how his fans were too touchy and that he should establish a boundary between them because his body was yours to touch, not theirs. abby only patted your head and called you cute but did nothing to address your concerns and that irked you off. 

“baby, you aren’t serious right?” 

“yes i am.” you say as you cross your arms, sitting in your circle of salt, glaring at your boyfriend who looked like he wanted to cry. 

“all because a few randoms flirted with me? baby you know you’re the only one for me.” the way he brushes off your reason for being pissed off only serves to piss you off even more. 

you rolled your eyes, even going as far as to turn your back on him, huffing. 

a groan escapes abby’s lips. “babe, come on you can’t be serious.” you say nothing. 

“fine! be that way, let’s see who cracks first.” he says, sitting down on the couch and crossing his arms, staring straight at you as if he were challenging you. 

it was on. 

you spent the next hour on your phone, quickly liking then scrolling away angrily whenever a fanedit of your boyfriend appears on your feed. 

you didn’t spare him a glance but you were aware that he was still sitting on the couch behind you. your ass was starting to hurt from sitting on the ground. why couldn’t you have drawn your ring of salt around the couch instead? you think to yourself, almost wanting to get out of your circle just to stretch your legs. 

a sound almost resembling a whine interrupts your thoughts, you pivot slightly to see abby looking at you with a frown on his face. 

“are you seriously still mad?” the sad lilt in his voice made your body turn back around to completely face him. 

“you’re already cracking?” you couldn’t help but challenge him, a brow raised as your lover downright pouts. 

“babe, do you know how hard it is to have you so close to me but i can’t hold you?” 

“and whose fault is that?” you countered, crossing your arms. abby stands up and rounds the circle. 

“mine, sure. whatever, but please, let me hold you? we can talk about it more but i really need to hold you right now.” abby puts out his hand, a sad expression on his face as he waits for your response. 

“i’ll do better.” 

with a sigh, you reach out, your hand pushing through the salt ring’s barrier. abby immediately pulls you away from the damned circle, causing a yelp to escape your lips.

you were immediately greeted by a hard chest and abby’s face nuzzling into your neck. 

“‘m sorry babe! i know it’s hard to have a boyfriend who’s so hot that people just wanna touch his abs all the time–” you cut him off with you trying to pull his arms away from your form.

“let me go!” but there was no real bite behind your words.

“no, but in all seriousness. i’ll put a boundary between me and my fans.” he says, staring right into your eyes with an expression of sincerity. 

“i’d even put a boundary between me and the other saja boys if that’d mean you’d never put a boundary between us again.” 

you soften slightly, your hands patting his arms, which only causes him to hold you tighter. 

“you mean it?” you asked, pulling away from him to cup his face in your hands. abby nods, determined. 

“even jinu?” 

“well…”

“abby!”

“i’m kidding!”

the two of you shared a laugh over it, and your boyfriend kept his word. he put a boundary with his fans immediately when he had an event. 

he’d rather not touch anyone ever again than have you put space between the two of you again. 

romance: 

“oh?” the pink haired man asked, a smirk on his face as he crossed his arm and looks at the circle that was drawn around the couch. 

“and what have i done to warrant such a violent response from my lover?” he asked, tilting his head to the side, a frown on his face. 

“oh, are you talking to me? or the throw pillow beside me?” you answer sarcastically. romance sighs as he walks over to you, his hand reaching out only for him to hiss as the salt barrier burns him. 

“it hurts.” 

you roll your eyes. “good. i need space.” 

romance bites back a smirk, you were so adorable in his eyes that he couldn’t take the frown that was on your face seriously. 

“my love are you not aware? distance is only but a means to test how far our love can travel” he places a hand to his chest. “and it hurts me to see you intentionally test our unconditional love.” he sighs dramatically, but you weren’t in the mood.

“do you say this to all the people in your life or am i just lucky?” romance’s brows furrowed in confusion as you don’t play along with him. . 

you say nothing as you swiped on your phone and threw it in his direction, your phone hitting him square on the chest. romance takes a look on the screen and sees a gossip blog about him and a huntrix member, the focal point was the fancam of him smirking at her and placing his chin on his hand that was propped on the table. 

‘saja boys’ romance… romancing with huntrix’s mira?!’ the article read. 

romance takes another look at you who refused to meet his eyes, a small pout on your face as you hugged a throw pillow to your chest. 

“lover…” romance trails off. you flick your head to the side. “i really don’t wanna talk to you right now, romance.”

he didn’t think about how his actions would reflect the media, his intentions were only to piss the huntrix member off but it seemed like oblivious fans took it out of context. 

“i know that you’re flirty but i thought it was only for me.” you say quietly, still not looking at him. romance frowns, feeling his heart drop to his stomach as you remain saddened by his actions. “it sucks i have other people to share with when it comes to your affection.”

“my love—” romance kneels in front of the couch, a frown on his face as he reaches for you, baring his teeth as the circle burns his skin. 

“rome, what are you doing?!” 

“trying to reach you, my love.” he says, hissing out his words as you can see the layers of his skin peel, against better judgment, you swipe away at the salt, your lover almost falling face first into the sofa. 

“let me see that.” you say, grabbing his hand, clicking your tongue as you examined the burns. 

almost in a flash, romance’s skin goes back to normal in front of your very eyes and before you could react, you feel romance intertwine his hand with yours, his other one coming to sandwich your hand between his. 

“my lover…” romance trails off, “i apologize for making you feel that way. it was never my intention.” you still wouldn’t look at him. romance, still kneeling, places a kiss on your hand. 

“you are the only one to receive the highest severity of my affections. i’m sorry for making you doubt that. thank you for letting me know.” he says as he places another tender kiss on your knuckles, his lips staying on your skin for longer. 

“let me make it up to you?” 

before you could even respond, he whisks you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom, wrapping you in your fluffy blankets and playing your comfort show as he cuddles you on the bed. 

he’d spend his entire lifetime just to show you that only you mattered to him.

mystery: 

something about your boyfriend is that he is feral. almost like a rabid dog if you’re being honest. but all rabid dogs eventually soften up and become affectionate to their owners, and it was no doubt that mystery fell into that category, he hated other people but he loved being around you. 

however, he shows his love in the form of biting. and (un)fortunately for you, your skin became his favorite chew toy. 

your skin became a canvas showcasing different shades of red, blue and purple, teeth indents scattered around from your arm, to your thighs even on your cheeks. 

you can barely move without any soreness, and you can’t even be mad. you loved mystery and you loved that he loved you just as equally. 

but your body needs a break. you fear that your skin might actually not recover. and it wasn’t as if you haven’t asked your boyfriend nicely. in fact, the fact that they’re just bruises instead of teeth indents was already an improvement. 

you just needed a break.  

the saja boys arrived back home after a fansigning event, mystery headed straight to his room, where you were in so that he could recharge, only for him to literally fall on his knees as he sees you sleeping on the couch, a ring of salt drawn around it. 

you were awoken to a whimper. your bleary eyes blinked to see your boyfriend with a pout on his face as his eyes were trained to you. 

“why are you doing this?” you unconsciously pout at the sad tone mystery uses. 

“myst, come on. my skin needs a break! there’s more bruises than skin.” you say as you gestured to your arms. 

“you know, people would think you’re hurting me.” you say in passing and you can see mystery tense up. 

“i would never hurt y—” “i know!” you cut him off, “but walking around with these marks would make people think otherwise.” 

“but… that’s my way to show you affection. i love seeing my marks on you.” if mystery were to hypothetically have dog ears, it would be flat against his head right now as he looks at you with a sad expression. 

you bit your lip, feeling your resolve chip away as you can see the distance between the two of you affect him. 

before you could even think of an appropriate response, mystery hisses as he forces his way in the ring of salt. 

“mystery!” you say, moving to break it but mystery snarls at you. “no, i need to know the pain my bites bring you.” 

“mystery, your bite only stays for a few days, i don’t need you burning yourself alive for me!” you say as you swiped away the salt, taking mystery in your arms as you tried soothing the burn on his skin. 

mystery’s lips tremble. “so… i’m not allowed to bite you anymore?” 

you part his bangs, placing a kiss on his forehead, thinking of a compromise. 

“how about… whenever you bite me, i bite back? that way, you can feel ” mystery’s head perks up, a small smile forming on his face as he gives you a curt nod. 

you moved first, placing a gentle bite on his arm, mystery purrs happily before he chomps down on yours. 

“myst, too hard!” 

“..sorry.”

needless to say, there was work that needed to be done but the marks on your skin noticeably lessened. 

 baby: 

you knew that baby rarely showed his affection and that the fact that you were his lover should’ve been enough. but lately, it felt like you were the only one exerting effort in your relationship and it was beginning to take a toll on you. 

you decided on giving him the same treatment back. 

you barely brushed a kiss on his cheek, you don't hug him back when he hugs you goodbye and you even resorted to sleeping in the guest room. 

baby thought nothing of it, in fact, when you fall asleep, he sneaks in the guest room to drape an arm on your waist and hold you. but you don’t realize it as he wakes up and leaves before you. 

you weren’t getting the point across. actually, baby thought your avoidant ways were adorable.

you needed to change your ways and do something even more drastic. 

the saja boys just finished a grueling dance practice and baby wanted nothing to do but rest in your arms, maybe even ask how your day has been. 

he was well aware that he was putting strain on your relationship by not giving the effort you deserved. he knows that his upcoming comeback was no excuse. but today marked the last day before the comeback’s release, the group was given a week to recuperate before promotions, and baby knew that he’d spend all ten thousand and eighty minutes glued to you, but who was counting? 

he clicks his tongue as he enters the room, seeing a ring of salt around the bed where you lay, scrolling through your phone. 

“this is how we’re playing now?” baby asked, you looked up, staring straight at him, voice monotone as you responded. 

“go away, baby.” 

the blue haired demon only smirks as he rounds the bed, toeing slightly at the salt ring, chuckling as his boot sizzles against it. 

“really? where’d you get this technique, the dark web?” he says sarcastically. “are you planning to exorcise me in my sleep too?”

you huff, crossing your arms. 

“it’s keeping you away, so it’s working even if you make fun of me!” 

“what brought this on, sweetheart?”

“dunno.” you answered, lying down and turning away from him. “go away.”

baby stays quiet, too quiet that you didn’t even know if he was still in the room, but you didn’t wanna turn and check if he’s still inside the room. 

you sigh sadly to yourself, you didn’t even know where this back and forth was going because it was obvious to you that baby didn’t see what was wrong and why you were acting that way. 

“hey.” you let out a screech as arms wrap around your waist, turning you around and pulling you flush against your boyfriend’s chest. 

“w-wh— how? what?” you sputtered out your words as baby smiles mischievously. 

“the thing about salt rings is that… there’s always gonna be a portion that’s drawn thinly.” he says as he gestures towards the foot of the bed. 

“seems like you overlooked that, babe.” you clicked your tongue but went limp in his hold nonetheless. 

“now,“ baby starts. “do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” his hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing on your skin. you don’t face him as you answer. 

“i felt like i was being neglected by you.” you say, voice  barely above a whisper. “and i didn’t know how to bring it up because you were always so busy and–” baby cuts you off with a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“‘m sorry.” he says, voice matching yours. “it was unfair to you, i know. i’ll do better.” you couldn’t shake the sincerity from his voice as he forces you to look at his golden eyes. 

“you’re always welcome to talk to me, i’ll make time for you, always, okay?” he presses a kiss on your chin, “i’m sorry.” a kiss on your cheek. 

“i’ll do better.” another kiss on your forehead. 

“i don’t deserve you.” finally, a kiss on your lips. you reciprocate, not knowing that tears were slowly slipping from your closed eyes. 

you didn’t realize that you were overthinking for nothing and that you didn’t need to go to such lengths, but baby understands. baby made an oath to himself to never make you feel this way again.

he promises to never be the cause of your tears ever again. 

You don’t know why Rumi dragged you here.

You're not a fighter. You’ve never held a weapon in your life. While she and the others train until their limbs ache and their voices shout through wind-split air, you're the one quietly standing in the corner, clutching a half-wrapped cookie and hoping no one asks you to chant anything.

But she heard you.

Earlier today, in a forgotten hallway of the temple, you were just passing time—humming to yourself, thinking no one was listening. A soft, wordless melody. Something gentle to fill the silence.

Rumi stopped in her tracks. Looked at you like you'd just opened a door she’d been banging on for years.

“That’s your voice?” she asked.

You nodded, cautious.

“Good. You're coming with me.”

You blinked. “But I’m not—”

“You’re not a hunter. I know,” she said, impatient. “That voice of yours? It’s— something i've never heard before. If you can sing like that when the Honmoon flares, you’ll save lives. So. Come.”

And just like that, you stand—on sacred ground, wearing borrowed boots, wrapped in a team jacket that still smells like sage and fire powder.

You’re the fourth member of Huntrix.

The maknae. The quietest one.

Not a hunter. But a voice they believe in.

So when the others step forward to fight—

You stay just behind.

And sing.

◇---------------------------------------------------◇

The rooftop is tense. Magic crackles in the air like neon static, swirling with the residue of both sound and sorcery.

Mira points her polearm with dramatic flair, “You parasite boyband wanna weaken the Honmoon? Not on our setlist.”

Zoey’s already got her daggers out, muttering diss tracks under her breath like a curse, that would probably got her cancelled if it was released.

Even Rumi—ever graceful, ever composed—tightens her grip on her sword, glaring across the divide at the shimmering silhouettes of the Saja Boys.

And in the middle of this K-pop–infused showdown…

You stand still. Like this: 🧍‍♀️

No dramatic poses. No blade in hand. Just... a cookie, in hand.

A soft choco-chip one. Slightly warm from your hoodie pocket.

Because while your members are bickering and preparing to fight— you are staring directly at one of the demons.

More specifically, him.

Baby Saja.

He wasn’t talking. Just standing with one hand in his pocket, lazily watching the others argue, his bluish eyes catching the light. His soft bangs framed his puppyish eyes, and for a demon, he looked oddly… edible?

No. Huggable. That’s what you meant.

Sparkles bloom in your eyes like "✨🥺✨" as you lock onto the maknae of the demon band. He’s standing just behind Jinu, arms crossed, eyes hooded and mildly bored— until he notices you staring.

From inside your hoodie, you pulled out your ultimate weapon.

A cookie.

Not a magical one. Just… a soft chocolate chip cookie wrapped in napkin. Your personal emergency snack.

While Mira threatened to decapitate Abs, Zoey argued with Romance, and Rumi is having a glaring contest with Jinu, you walked.

Silently.

Directly toward The Baby.

The arguing dimmed as the Saja Boys noticed your movement.

Jinu blinked. “Wait, is that the fourth one? I thought there were only three—”

“She never talks,” Romance whispered. “Maybe she’s a summon.”

“She’s… approaching Baby,” Mystery said slowly.

You stopped in front of Baby.

Your eyes, huge and glimmering, met his.

Wordlessly, you held up the cookie like a solemn peace treaty.

"🍪"

The air stills.

Everyone— including the demon king Gwi-Ma, possibly— pauses.

Baby blinks. Once. Twice.

Then he slowly walks past his members, ignoring Abby’s “Dude what are you—” and Romance’s theatrical scoff of “Bro she’s literally a Huntrix—”

He crouches slightly in front of you, peering slightly judging at your face, your expression unreadable except for the bright glimmer in your eyes and the way your fingers gently present the cookie like it’s a sacred relic.

"Is this cursed?” he mutters. It’s awkward. Confused.

You shake your head. Of course not, you love 'em cookies too much to waste even one of them.

He reached out, his slender fingers grazing just slightly against yours.

You blush, then smile. Barely. Just a small twitch of your lips. And then you hand him a second cookie.

“Extras,” you say softly.

Behind you, Mira yells, “Y/n! Stop fraternizing with the enemy!”

You do not respond. You’re too busy watching Baby eat the cookie with suspicious caution.

“You’re the maknae?” Baby asks after chewing.

You nod once.

“…Same.”

...

There is a beat, until you take out your own cookie to munch. Twin munching now.

Rumi sighs dramatically. “This is ridiculous. Are we fighting or not?”

Baby turns slightly and deadpans to his members, “I'm sitting this one out.”

“What?” Jinu growls.

Baby shrugs. “I’ve been offered peace. And sugar.”

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey just gawked in disbelief. Meanwhile, Jinu nudged Baby.

You stand in silence. Like 🧍‍♀️ but softer now. Maybe 🧍‍♀️✨.

as a member of the new and up and coming idol group PULZE, and the main singer and leader, you were beat after a full day of back-to-back training.

vocals, formation drills, press walkthroughs, another performance check. your body was drenched in sweat, your shirt clung to your spine, and your legs were seconds away from giving out.

everything was soaked—your spare shirt was in your bag, which you’d left at the penthouse like a genius.

“anyone have a spare?” you asked your members, breathless.

they checked.

no luck.

everyone had already used up their extras—and you weren’t about to squeeze into one of their crop tops after a day like this. so you weighed your options, grabbed your water bottle, and made your way down the hall toward the only other studio still lit at that hour.

the saja boys' studio.

you knocked once. the door cracked open.

“oh.” mystery blinked. “hey.”

he was flushed, damp from training, a towel slung over his neck. his shirt was off, bare chest rising and falling gently with post-rehearsal adrenaline.

sweat beaded at his collarbones, and the lighting behind him made him look stupidly unreal.

you tried not to look.

keyword being tried.

“you guys still practicing?” you asked, leaning on the doorframe.

“just finished.” his gaze dropped to your shirt, and his brows furrowed slightly. “you okay?”

you glanced down at yourself—wet shirt, sports bra faintly visible underneath, thighs bare from your practice shorts.

“forgot my extra,” you muttered. “felt like I was gonna melt through the floor.”

he blinked. “wait here.”

he disappeared, then came back holding a plain black shirt from his bag. oversized. soft. smelled faintly like him and detergent.

you took it with a grateful smile. “lifesaver.”

you turned slightly away and peeled your sticky shirt off, too exhausted to care—slipping mystery’s over your head with a soft sigh.

it hung comfortably over your frame, big enough to swallow you whole. when you turned back to thank him—

his face was unreadable.

“...what?” you asked.

he didn’t answer at first. just looked at you.

his shirt on your body. your collarbone just visible in the wide neckline. the sleeves draping past your hands. the hem hitting you at mid-thigh.

he stepped in closer.

"don’t wear that outside."

you blinked. “what?”

his voice was lower now. firmer. "you heard me."

“mystery—”

he moved closer, gaze sharp, possessive in a way that made your breath catch. “you don’t get it. you look like… you’re mine. wearing that.”

your stomach flipped.

he wasn’t teasing. not even a little.

“i'm your best friend,” you managed, but it came out soft. weak.

his fingers brushed the hem of the shirt near your thigh.

"no one else gets to see you like this,” he murmured. “in my clothes. skin flushed. hair messy.”

“wearing me.”

your breath caught in your throat.

he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

-

you ended up wearing his shirt out of the studio anyway.

he didn’t stop you. not really.

he just stared the entire time you gathered your stuff, lips parted slightly, jaw tight, like he was debating whether or not to throw you over his shoulder and lock the door.

he didn’t say a word as you left, but his eyes never left you.

the fabric was soft. it smelled like him. the neckline dipped low every time you moved, the sleeves drooped over your fingers, and the hem covered just enough to be dangerous.

it didn’t hit you how dangerous until the elevator opened in the lobby.

and someone else was there.

“oh, hey,” said one of the backup dancers from your showcase team. nice guy. very male.

which made mystery very jealous.

he blinked at you, then let out a short, surprised laugh.

“damn. new concept? or just rocking the ‘boyfriend shirt’ look today?”

your heart stuttered. cheeks flushed.

“it’s not—” you started, but your voice caught as you turned… and saw mystery.

he’d followed you.

he stood at the far end of the lobby, arms crossed, watching.

his jaw clenched. his eyes were dark.

and when he saw the dancer looking exactly where he shouldn’t have been—at your bare legs, the way the hem of his shirt shifted when you moved—

something snapped.

mystery didn’t say anything.

he just crossed the lobby, fast and quiet, like a storm cloud with a singular target. the dancer backed off immediately with an awkward laugh and a muttered apology, disappearing into the hallway.

“mystery—”

you didn’t get to finish.

his hand slid around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, fingers gripping the small of your back, firm and possessive and warm.

his voice was low. dangerous.

“do you like wearing my shirt?” he asked.

you nodded. slowly.

“good. because now you’re not allowed to take it off unless it’s in front of me.”

your breath caught. “you’re being ridiculous.”

you were friends. why would he say things like this all of a sudden?

he leaned down, nose brushing your jaw. “am i?”

you swallowed. “i-uh—”

his grip tightened, cutting you off.

“no one else gets to look at you like that,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“no one else gets to imagine what’s under it. no one else gets you in my clothes.”

your fingers curled into the fabric at his chest. “you’re serious.”

he kissed just below your ear, lips hot and slow.

“dead serious.”

you didn’t go back to the dorm right away.

mystery didn’t let you.

he didn’t take the shirt off of you either.

he just… held you.

walked you back to his studio. sat you in his lap. tucked your legs over his thighs. and watched you like you were something fragile and explosive all at once.

his shirt on your body.

your skin under his hands.

his name behind your smile.

and in that moment, his delicate touch made you forget that you were just friends.

especially with the quiet, yet commanding way he murmured against your skin.

“you’re mine.”

-

JINU this happens way too often, and somehow, you still can’t get used to it. not fast enough to react, at least not when he kisses you so sweetly, smiling against your lips, with those gentle hands lightly squeezing your waist. one of the many ways he makes you lose your mind, expecting something to happen, maybe somewhere more suited for the moment.

but then he pulls away, his lips trail down your jaw, to your neck, right where your pulse is. he breathes against your skin and smirks. you feel it, his teeth sharpening. oh my god, he pulled up the fangs on purpose. why does he always have to do it...well, not that you have anything against it, but it would be nice if you could stay mentally and emotionally alive afterwards.

“jinu—?”

he’s about to bite. not enough to hurt, or to draw blood, just enough to get a taste. he looks up at you, golden eyes gleaming as they lure you in, soft and dangerous all at once. so beautiful, but so full of secrets, of longings, he can only show, never say.

jinu doesn’t wait. his mouth finds your skin again, biting gently, and your breath hitches. your hands find his shoulders, clutching him, pulling him closer because this is a routine by now.

you think you might have a problem, because you enjoy this too much. and what’s worse than having a demon boyfriend? it's having a demon boyfriend who knows exactly which buttons to push. and maybe the fact that you’re just a little too obsessed with his fangs.

ABBY he’s lying beside you in bed, shirtless, not that you expected him to wear something at all. pinkish hair tousled from sleep, little too awake for this hour. he leans over, tracing lazy patterns with his clawed fingers along the curve of your waist, then down to the exposed skin just above your hipbone where your his shirt has ridden up.

he murmurs something, voice raspy, too deep, and it’s too early in the morning for this. but he is already sliding down to the level of your stomach, lifting your shirt, pressing a slight kiss there first. soft and slow, making you arch your back just a little. as someone who is not human in any way, he knew what and how to do.

resting his head on your abdomen, while gently squeezing your waist, then down to the exposed skin just above your hipbone, where your shirt has ridden up. slowly, his fangs press into the curve of your hip, and you melt, short-circuit, your brain has stopped functioning.

you should feel pain, but it's the complete opposite. it's pleasant, as he bites harder than necessary, meaner than expected, but it only makes your toes curl, fingers gripping in the sheets. then he pulls away with a satisfied hum, dragging lazy kisses up your stomach as he comes to rest beside you again, looking far too pleased with himself, and catching the dazed look on your face.

“what? i barely even bit you.”

ROMANCE prince charming is his middle name, subtle and oddly romantic, like kissing your knuckles, holding your hand like royalty, acting like the man of your dreams and deepest desires. he’s trying to be sweet, really trying to hold back, but the urge still hits, because he is no prince.

he gently took your hand, resting your fingers on his lips, kissing them, and his teeth sharpened; his eyes momentarily lightened to a yellowish-gold color. congratulations, you are doomed. then he turns your hand over, warm breath ghosting over your palm as his lips trace down to your wrist.

“you always tense here when i kiss you there, my love~”

and how can you not when you don't know if he will love you or suck your soul out with just one kiss, just one touch? you feel the graze of his fangs before the bite. it almost doesn't hurt; you barely feel the pain, because even in moments like this, he is tender.

romance’s sink his fangs in just enough to make you gasp. it’s not cruel, but it isn’t soft either. perhaps his sadistic nature is finally starting to show. he likes the way your breath catches, the way your fingers twitch in his grip, the way you don't even resist at all because you like it.

he pulls back, licking over the spot like an apology he doesn’t mean. intertwining the fingers of your hand with his, then flashing you that devilish smile. he could be gentle, but that ain't what you like.

MYSTERY you’re sitting on the couch, playing with his hair as he sits between your legs with his back to you, eyes glued on the tv. unlike the others, he’s calm, at least he pretends to be. but when he’s with you? that’s a whole different person. or in this case... a demon.

when he’s feeling possessive, teasing, or downright feral, he bites your thighs. he just loves it, for some reason. maybe it’s because you get so sensitive, or it’s because the marks are easy to cover and don’t always show. despite that, he gets to walk around barking like a prideful dog, knowing they’re there.

you feel him shift slightly, repositioning .his lips brush your skin softly, almost regretful, like a kiss, warning you for what’s about to happen. your eyes widen. you’re about to yell at him, to tell him no. 

“mystery, don’t you dare—” 

but it’s already too late. he bites you and you gasp, your breath catching in your throat as his fangs sink in slowly, deep right into the tender flesh of your thigh. you tighten your grip in his hair, trying to tug him away.

hissing to make him stop, but he doesn’t budge. if anything, you feel him smirk against your skin. he’s a big animal sometimes, not to say... always.

BABY one thing he did was to really resonate with his name, because just like a baby, he hated letting go of your embrace, and if you dared move, he’d start whining like you just personally ruined his entire day. well, excuse you for needing to go to the bathroom. it was late afternoon, you were in his room, and he was using you as a pillow.

you were looking at something on your phone, as he cuddled up to you, his cheek rested over your chest, right where your heartbeat was, and his breathing was slow, relaxed, completely knocked out, or so you thought. one arm was tossed lazily over your middle, and the other curled beneath him. while you scrolled through social media with one hand, the other absentmindedly combed through his messy hair. he really was just one big baby.

there was a vulnerable, exposed patch of skin where your shirt had slid down your shoulder, and that’s exactly where you felt it. a sharp little nip. you twitched, fingers freezing in his hair. his lips moved upwards, brushing your collarbone with a softness that contrasted with the initial bite. then his fangs grazed back down, slowly and teasingly, he just wanted to see and feel how your body would react. don’t worry, he would give you what you wanted...but only after he had played enough.

and oh, you felt it. you blushed, gasped, and your pulse quickened. when he finally pulled back, you could tell without looking: he left a hickey. not on accident, on purpose. his smile was pressed into your skin like a seal, because you looked too comfy not to mess with.

“should i bite harder next time?” you don’t answer. you can’t, and he definitely takes that as a yes.

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