Creatures of the night

He hadn’t meant for you to see. The plan was to tell you—softly, eventually—once he figured out how to explain centuries of fire and darkness without sounding like a walking warning label. But things went sideways tonight. The glamor slipped just a moment too long.

And now?

Now he stood at the far end of your bedroom, breathing hard, eyes glowing molten gold beneath his furrowed brow, his broad chest heaving as his true form rippled across his skin.

His bluish-grey flesh shimmered in the low light, muscles carved in unnatural symmetry. Stripes of deep violet ran like warpaint along his arms and down the edges of his ribs. His hands—clawed, sharp and dangerous—hung at his sides, curled in tight fists like he was preparing to bolt.

But his eyes…

His eyes were fixed on you.

Waiting.

Waiting for the scream.

The flinch.

The step backward.

The confirmation of every fear he had buried under cocky smiles and flexed bravado. But you didn’t run. You didn’t flinch.

You took a step forward—then another—eyes wide with something that absolutely wasn’t fear.

“Abby…” you breathed, your mouth parting in awe. “You didn’t tell me you were this hot.”

His jaw dropped. Just slightly. You beamed at him.

“Oh my god—those stripes? Are you kidding? You look like a warrior god. And those eyes—holy hell.”

“You’re…” he blinked. “You’re not scared.”

“Scared?” you laughed—laughed. “Baby, I want to lick one of those stripes.”

His breath caught. And then, everything snapped. Abby moved, crossing the room in an instant, grabbing your face in both clawed hands—careful, but desperate—and kissed you like he’d been holding back for centuries.

It wasn’t soft. It was hungry. Open-mouthed and frantic and full of every emotion he’d tried to suppress since he first realized you were becoming his whole world. He kissed you like you were the only lifeline he had left. Like he didn’t deserve you, but he was going to worship you anyway.

“You should’ve run,” he rasped against your lips.

“I should’ve jumped you weeks ago,” you whispered back, your nails already curling around the muscles of his bare shoulders.

A sound tore from his throat—half growl, half groan—and then he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed with supernatural strength and careful reverence, like you were both fragile and sacred.

“You don’t know what you’ve done,” he said as he lowered you onto the mattress, golden eyes glowing brighter now, the tips of his claws teasing the hem of your shirt. “You’re gonna beg for mercy tonight, sweetheart.”

You grinned, heart pounding. “Then ruin me already.”

And he did.

He worshipped you like a man finally allowed to breathe. Marked your skin with gentle bites—carefully, reverently—along your neck, your collarbone, your thighs. His voice was a steady stream of low, filthy praise between kisses, his claws ghosting over your skin in maddening patterns.

And through it all, the one thing you could never forget— The way he looked at you.

Like you weren’t afraid of the monster. Like you loved it. Like you loved him.

And that? That made you fall even harder.

BABY

You’d been dancing around the subject for weeks now. The little tells. The heat in his skin. The way his eyes flashed gold when he got too worked up. How his grip on your hips would tighten just a little too much when you bratted back. You knew he was holding something back. And finally—tonight—he broke.

“I’m not like you,” he said, standing in your apartment with the lights dim, jaw tight, expression unreadable. “I mean really not.”

You tilted your head, arms crossed, calm as ever. “You mean demon not?”

His eyes twitched. A small flare of panic.

“I knew,” you added, softly. “I’ve always known something was… different.”

He stared at you for a moment, then exhaled slowly and stepped back.

“No screaming,” he said under his breath. “No crying. No running.”

Then the shift happened.

It wasn’t violent. It wasn’t painful. It was power—rolling through the room like heat. His skin deepened into a smooth bluish-grey, muscles more defined, faint glowing purple stripes climbing along his chest, his forearms, his throat. His hands turned into claws—sharp, inhuman. His eyes glowed molten gold, fierce and unblinking. He was tall. Broad. Otherworldly. Deadly and beautiful.

And he expected you to scream.

You blinked once, staring. Then your mouth dropped open—not in fear, but in awe.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, stepping closer, eyes wide with pure excitement. “You’re gorgeous.”

He froze. “What?”

“Seriously—what the hell, this is what you were hiding from me?” You circled him once like you were inspecting a fine piece of art, reaching out to touch one of the glowing marks on his chest. “You look like the final boss in a video game and I want to lose.”

He just stood there. Staring. Silent. Because nothing in centuries of existence—nothing—had prepared him for this reaction.

And you weren’t done.

Your fingers trailed down the line of his chest, eyes gleaming. “Do these marks glow when you—oh my god do they pulse when you're turned on? Please tell me they pulse.”

Baby's claws twitched. His chest heaved. And then he grabbed you.

His hands—large, rough, still trembling from the shift—wrapped around your waist and pulled you to him, kissing you with a force that left you breathless. Not angry. Not rough. Just… overwhelmed. Desperate.

You kissed him back instantly, arms looping around his broad, inhuman shoulders, pressing your soft body against his new skin.

“You’re not scared,” he whispered against your mouth, voice deeper now, grittier, almost vibrating in your chest.

“Nope,” you whispered, lips brushing his. “I’m soaking.”

He groaned, like your words physically hit him, and next thing you knew, you were in his arms—lifted like nothing—carried to the bedroom with a growl rumbling deep in his chest.

“You wanted the demon,” he growled, laying you down, claws dragging over your thighs with maddening precision. “You’re gonna get him.”

And oh, you did.

He ruined you.

With those glowing hands pinning your wrists, fangs grazing your neck, hips snapping into yours with wicked rhythm, growling praises and threats into your skin:

“Look at you—still mouthing off under me. That brat mouth doesn’t stop, does it?” “You're mine now. Every inch. Every heartbeat.” "Call me a monster again, sweetheart—I’ll show you what monsters do in bed."

And every time your body arched and trembled under him, every time you whimpered his name like a prayer, those glowing stripes lit brighter.

Because you didn’t just accept him. You loved all of him. Even the part he thought you’d never survive seeing.

ROMANCE

He stood across from you in the quiet of his bedroom—backlit by golden light through sheer curtains, his body tense, jaw clenched like he was preparing for a war. But the only thing he was fighting… was himself.

“Don’t scream,” Romance said softly, eyes lowered.

You blinked, tilting your head. “Why would I scream?”

His voice came quieter now, almost a whisper. “Because I’m about to ruin everything.”

You didn’t understand—not fully. But you nodded anyway. Trusting him. Always trusting him.

Romance took a breath. One that trembled slightly.

Then it shifted.

His skin rippled with shadow and light, the illusion of his human form melting away like mist in morning sun. In its place stood something… divine and terrifying all at once.

His skin was a smooth bluish grey, marked with soft, glowing violet stripes that pulsed faintly along his arms and neck like something alive. His hands—larger now—were clawed, lethal-looking. His eyes were glowing gold, not just bright but blinding, like they saw too much.

But he didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

Because you hadn’t said a word.

You were staring. Heart pounding. Mouth parted. Frozen—but not from fear.

“Holy shit,” you whispered.

His golden eyes flicked up. Still braced for it. For the flinch. The disgust. The rejection.

Instead, you took a step closer. And another.

Then—“Can I touch you?”

He blinked. “What?”

“I mean, you’re hot like this,” you said, practically bouncing on your toes. “Why didn’t you show me this sooner? The stripes? The claws?”

“You’re… you’re not scared.”

“I’m turned on,” you laughed, reaching for his hand, tracing the tips of his claws. “Romie, you’re literally hotter than hell right now.”

He stared at you like you’d just set his whole existence on fire. You were smiling. Touching him. Loving this.

Loving him. Even like this.

His breath caught. The tension in his body cracked. And then he grabbed you.

Not roughly—no. With desperate, breathless, overwhelming relief.

He kissed you like he hadn’t had air in years—lips pressing to yours in a rush, trembling slightly from the weight of everything he’d held in. His claws curved carefully against your back, pulling you in like you were everything he’d ever wanted and never thought he could keep.

“You weren’t supposed to stay,” he whispered between kisses. “You were supposed to run.”

“Well I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured, curling your hands around his shoulders. “And I’m dying to see what else those claws can do.”

That was all it took.

Romance growled low in his throat—possessive, reverent, unhinged—and lifted you off your feet, carrying you toward the bed with supernatural ease.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he whispered, voice dark and shaken with emotion. “You’ll never forget what I am now.”

You smiled against his mouth. “Good.”

MYSTERY

He stood at the far end of the room, motionless. It was the most tense you had ever seen him. Mystery—always quiet, calm, careful. Ghostlike in how he moved through rooms, through crowds, through emotions.

But not now.

Now, he was breathing like a man walking willingly into fire.

"You don't… have to," you said gently, watching the tight clench of his jaw. "If you're not ready, I—"

"I'm not," he said quietly, golden eyes flicking up to meet yours. "But I can't keep pretending. Not with you."

His voice trembled on the edges. "You deserve to know what I really am. And I need to see if you’ll stay once you do."

"Mystery—"

He held up a hand, and his entire body tensed.

Then… it began.

It was subtle at first—his skin seeming to shimmer in the dim light. Then, it deepened. Shifted. The warm human tone of him darkened into a smooth, bluish-grey. Purple markings bloomed along his arms, his collarbone, like tattoos that pulsed faintly beneath the surface. His fingers lengthened, sharpened into claws that flexed once before curling tightly into fists. His eyes glowed—a molten gold that didn’t look human anymore, not even close, you didn't see them clearly but you could see the glow.

And still, he didn't move. Just stood there—shoulders squared, braced for the impact of your rejection. Waiting for you to run. Waiting to be left.

You blinked.

And then, before he could say anything—before the silence could spiral into agony—you grinned.

No, beamed.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, taking a step closer. “You’re beautiful.”

Mystery froze, his breath catching.

You weren’t screaming. You weren’t crying. You were practically vibrating with excitement.

“Wait—those stripes?” You reached for his arm, then paused, unsure if you were allowed to touch. “Can I…?”

He nodded, stunned.

You ran your fingers along one of the purple markings on his forearm. “It’s like ink under your skin. It’s gorgeous. You didn’t tell me your demon form was this hot—oh my god, your eyes—"

“Stop,” he said hoarsely, voice cracking.

You stilled, blinking up at him.

“I thought I’d lose you,” he said, quieter now. “I thought this would be the last time I saw you looking at me like I was… loved.”

“You are,” you said immediately, cupping his sharp, clawed hand in yours. “This doesn’t change that. If anything, it makes you more you.”

He stared at you like you couldn’t be real.

And then, finally, the leash snapped.

Mystery surged forward, kissing you with all the desperation and obsession he’d tried so hard to bury. His claws cupped your face gently—so carefully, like he was terrified of hurting you, even now—but his mouth was anything but gentle.

He kissed you like he was starving.

You melted into him, moaning against his lips as he backed you toward the bed, hands already dragging under your shirt, touching you like he couldn’t believe he was still allowed to.

“Say it again,” he rasped between kisses, his glowing eyes burning into you. “Say you still want me.”

“I want you,” you gasped, fingers tangled in his hair, your back hitting the mattress as he hovered over you. “Always. In every form.”

His chest rumbled—a low, almost inhuman sound that vibrated against your skin as he pressed his body over yours.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, fangs grazing your throat. “Even now?”

“Especially now.”

Something in him broke at that.

He growled, low and guttural, then sank his teeth gently into your collarbone, leaving a mark. A promise.

You gasped, arching into him—and he lost control.

Mystery worshipped you that night with all the hunger of a demon and all the reverence of a man in love. His hands, his mouth, his words—everything said one thing over and over again:

You saw the monster. And you stayed. And now he’d never let you go.

JINU

He hadn’t meant for you to see it—not yet. Not when he was still learning how to believe that someone like you could want someone like him.

But the shift had happened so fast. His emotions—raw, tangled—had surged. His control cracked. One heartbeat of tension. One flicker of something dark and ancient rising behind his chest…

And then it was there. His true form.

Bluish-grey skin marbled with deep violet markings like jagged lightning across his shoulders and neck, down his chest and arms. Eyes glowing gold—bright, predatory, endless. Clawed hands that trembled with restraint. His mouth—still his, but sharper, darker, demonic.

He stood in front of you like a storm barely leashed. Silent. Rigid. Expecting screams. A flinch. A step back. Maybe even goodbye.

Because you were soft and human and so good, and he was everything a child is warned about in stories whispered under blankets.

You stared. Eyes wide. Mouth slightly open.

Then—

“Oh my god, you’re hot.”

Jinu blinked.

You took a step closer. “Wait—is that purple on your skin? Oh my god. I knew you were hiding something.”

“…You’re not scared?”

“Scared?” you repeated, circling around him like you’d just been handed a new favorite toy. “Babe, you have claws. Do you know how many women would sell their souls for a boyfriend with this level of monster fucker appeal?”

Jinu’s mouth opened. Closed. He had no idea what to say.

You grinned up at him, eyes practically glowing. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”

He finally breathed—something low and shaky, like he didn’t know how to hold it in anymore. “I thought you’d run.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you murmured, stepping into his space and placing your palms—delicate, warm—on his chest. “You really thought this would scare me?”

“I’m not… good.” His voice cracked on it. “I’m not human. I’ve done things—been things—you deserve better. But I can’t—” His hands hovered near your waist, claws twitching with the need to hold, to keep. “I can’t let you go.”

You looked up at him with so much tenderness it burned.

“Then don’t.”

That was it. That was the last thread of control snapping in his chest.

He kissed you—hard, desperate, almost shaking with the force of everything he’d held back. His claws dug into your waist—not enough to hurt, but enough to claim. Enough to say mine in every way that mattered.

“Say it,” he growled between kisses, lips brushing yours, golden eyes burning down into your soul. “Say you want this. Say you want me.”

“I want you,” you gasped, already breathless. “All of you.”

He didn’t bother taking you to bed.

He carried you. Fast. Cradled in his arms like you were the most fragile, holy thing he’d ever held. And maybe you were.

The second your back hit the sheets, he was on you—worshipping, kissing, devouring. His claws trailed along your thighs, your ribs, your wrists. Always gentle, always careful—yet trembling with restraint.

“Mine,” he whispered against your skin. “You said it. You said you want me.”

“I do.”

“I’ll ruin you for anyone else,” he promised. “Mark you up so good, your soul remembers me.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Jinu growled—low and guttural—as he kissed you again, burying his face in your neck, where your pulse pounded sweetly against his tongue. The place he always bit when he couldn’t take it anymore.

And this time?

He bit.

jinu would be able to sense your pain, pulling you into his lap as he soothed you with his gentle kisses against your forehead. he would remain vigilant by your side while providing you with everything that you needed-

however, the moment you ran out of your usual pads and begged him to go buy you some, jinu was honestly at a loss for words. he stopped by the closest convenience store and found himself staring at the aisles upon aisles of colorful pads.

jinu loves you-

adores you to the moon and back, even!

he doesn’t want to screw this up, hence why he was so hesitant when it came to giving you a call and asking you for help.

so as he kept scouring the aisles, (looking just as lost the moment he first stepped in), a kind woman steps forward, gently tapping him on his shoulder.

nearly jumping back and letting out a squeal in response to the sudden touch. the older woman’s laughter makes his cheeks heat up in a scarlet hue, her voice remaining patient when she asks him, “does your girlfriend need some pads?”

“uh, y-yeah! s-she does…” jinu awkwardly trails off, scratching the back of his head when he allows the employee to help him. with a hum, she chooses a single pack before heading into the snack aisle, grabbing some bars of chocolates and a pint of ice cream. carrying the items with her, she gestures at jinu to follow her to the check out register.

“now she’ll need these to feel better.” grabbing a packet of medicine, she tosses it into the mix, scanning each item before telling the flustered demon the total price. taking out his card, jinu pays for every item, thanking the lady for her help before grabbing the bag filled with your stuff and making mad dash out of the convenience store-

his face and ears still burning when he hears the woman softly laughing at him before saying out loud, “ah, what a joy it is to be young and in love again.”

you were currently curled up on top of his chest, your breathing slightly labored and in pain as you continue clinging to your boyfriend. meanwhile, abby was simply threading his fingers through your hair, lazily scrolling through his phone when you call out to him.

“abs… abby- can you buy some pads for me, i think one pack will do.”

he raises an eyebrow at you, “why do i have to do it?”

you give him a pout, jabbing at his chest with your finger, “because i’m literally dying over here, these cramps are no joke. and if you loved me, you’d do it.”

abby lets out a groan, already pocketing his phone as he grabs his wallet, placing a kiss against your forehead while calling you his spoiled princess before leaving your shared apartment.

after walking toward the closest convenience store, abby looks at the wide variety of pads, deep in thought as to what you actually needed. yet the more he kept looking at each package, the more overwhelmed he felt.

not wanting to mess this up, abby takes out his cellphone and gives you a call. two rings later, you had barely answered when he loudly asks, “yo, what size is your pussy?”

cue a few other customers stopping what they were doing to give abby a side eyed glance.

“ABS! OH MY GOD-“

“babe i’m totally serious right now! there’s just so many, and sure, i’ve seen how pretty it is… hell, i’ve even been in it a few times, heh… but like, i don’t know the size of it?”

if only the earth could just swallow you whole right now!

“listen, okay, just listen! buy the ones that are the overnight ones and come home!”

abby whistles, searching the aisle before landing on a pack that had ‘for overnight coverage’ as he placed it in his arms with pride. “i got it babe, i’ll see you later.”

you immediately hang up the phone as abby saunters toward the cashier, seeing her face go completely red when he points toward the box of condoms settled on a shelf behind her, “be a dear and toss in that box for me too, yeah?”

when it was that time of the month, baby would always share his snacks with you and even feed you your favorite ice cream in hopes of soothing your cramps.

as you cling to him, you gave your boyfriend the best pout you could muster, “baby, i think i ran out of pads, can you go get some for me?”

playfully rolling his eyes at you, baby takes one last spoonful of ice cream before standing from the couch, “you wait here, i’ll be right back.”

so with his wallet in hand, he heads toward the closest convenience store, searching through the building before seeing the aisle filled with pads. he takes in the sight of all the packaging and sighs, catching the attention of one of the male employees.

the man stops what he was doing before jogging over to him, “yes?”

“do you do deliveries?” baby asks the man, and he confirms his question with a nod. “yes, we do deliveries.”

“then i’d like you to take one of each pack right here and deliver them to this address.” baby flashes the employee his silver credit card, telling him your address as the employee got to work.

meanwhile…

back at your apartment, you begin pacing your living room, wondering why it was taking baby so long to get back to you. you were about to call him when a sudden knock at your door interrupts you.

curious as to who it was, you unlock it, only to see a deliveryman step inside while bringing in a plethora of pads and massive amounts of snacks. you were absolutely mortified, watching as the deliveryman stacked an insane amount of pads in the corner of your room while baby enters your shared apartment with a lollipop in his mouth.

when the deliveryman was finished, he gives baby a bow before leaving the apartment, leaving you alone with your boyfriend. your face still felt hot from the embarrassment, yet you were unable to say a word to baby.

he meets your gaze, taking the cherry-red lollipop out of his mouth before putting it in yours, “why are you looking at me like that for? i got you your pads.”

but i didn’t need this many!

however, the words wouldn’t come out of your throat, being trapped within your gaping mouth that now had baby’s lollipop hanging from it.

needless to say, you didn’t need baby to buy you any pads for a long time.

you and mystery were taking a nap when a sudden rush of blood was felt between your legs coupled along with a new series of cramps. the pain of it all was enough to take your very breath away, making you curl up away from mystery.

noticing the lack of your warmth beside him, he wakes up, seeing you curled up in a fetal position as a series of whimpers escapes from your parted lips.

“what’s wrong, honey?” mystery asks you, now rubbing comforting circles behind your back.

“it’s nothing… just cramps.” letting out a shuddering breath, you meet his gaze and ask, “do you think you can go out and buy me some pads, myst?”

he doesn’t acknowledge your question, choosing instead to silently leave your shared bedroom. frowning slightly at his actions, you sit up in bed and call out to him, “mystery?”

just seconds later, he returns with some familiar items in hand, making your eyes go wide in response. in his hands was the brand of pads you often used along with some medicine and your favorite brand of chocolate. “i keep a stash of these in my pantry, just in case you ever needed them…”

mystery’s admission causes a surge of warmth to go through you, making you lean forward to press a lingering kiss against mystery’s lips. he returns the kiss with just as much fervor, pulling you into his lap as he allows the items to fall to the ground all while basking in the warmth of your love.

much like mystery, romance also keeps a stash of your needed toiletries and treats when it was that time of the month-

however, he also went above and beyond for you, often spoiling you in hopes of lessening the pain you felt. from cooking or ordering your favorite meals to feeding you your favorite treats and snacks-

to say you were treated like a queen would be an understatement.

after dinner, romance carries you away from the dining table, helping you strip out of your clothes as he prepares a bath for you while using your favorite scented body wash. only when the water was the ideal temperature did he carefully settle your form into the bubbly depths, earning a soft moan from you.

the hot water felt divine on your lower abdomen, providing a soothing balm for your cramps as romance worked on washing your hair, lovingly lathering your favorite shampoo into it. relishing in his soft touches, you ease back into the tub with a hum, “mmm rome… you spoil me too much.”

hearing his chuckle, you felt him press a kiss against your wet hair before whispering in your ear, “you deserve it, love. now just sit back and relax… let your man do all the work and take care of you.”

practically turned into putty now, you surrendered yourself to his soft touches, falling into a peaceful sleep as romance continued to take care of you throughout the day.

end notes: oh to be spoiled by the saja boys when you’re in the throes of period pains 😭🙌🏻

please, i want you to make love to me without hiding any part of you.

i love you unconditionally.

jinu allows your pleading words filled with adoration to push him forward, completely abandoning his human disguise as he reaches out to you. clawed hands lovingly trace at your features, basking in the way your breathing hitches before surging forward.

he captures your lips in a searing kiss, managing to tear off the flimsy material of your nightgown while basking in the goosebumps left in the wake of his caress. golden eyes briefly take in the sight of your disheveled hair and the way your lips parted oh so beautifully for him.

with one last sigh of your name, jinu runs his hands down your naked sides before laying you on your stomach against the bed. the sweet scent of your arousal permeates at the air, making jinu’s mouth water when he hovers over you, brushing the tip of his cock against the curve of your back before gently lifting you up by your hips.

once your pretty cunt was revealed to him, jinu traces his cockhead against your entrance, chest pressed against your back while he trails his hands down your front. only when he could feel your swollen clit did he enter you in one, swift motion-

sheathing himself entirely in your heat as he set a rapid pace, fucking you into the bed as it creaks in response to his movements. his grunts were heard directly in your ear, making you whimper. with each thrust came the telltale pinch against your clit, further accentuating your pleasure as you came with a loud keen on his cock.

he grunts, yet doesn’t release even when your walls clenched around him. his voice takes on an even darker tone when he whispers in your ear, “you have no idea what you just signed up for, princess. for demons have the kind of stamina that will leave you aching for weeks on end.”

as if proving your desperation for him, you simply felt yourself clenching even more at the thought of jinu taking you over and over again throughout the night.

abby wasted no time stripping you of your clothes-

summoning his true self as he pins your pliant body against the wall-

eyes glowing a startling golden hue before slamming his hips into you, fucking into your heat with a desperation.

“fucking finally, babe… i can feel just how good you are around this cock.”

your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head in response to your sudden union with abby, feeling every inch of his cock deep within your slick walls.

as a demon, his cock seemed thicker, with ridges running down the underside of his shaft that made you feel each and every breathtaking inch of him. you bask in the sheer intensity of his thrusts, simply wrapping your legs around his waist each time his cock came back into you.

you began crying out to him, unable to hold back your moans when he begins pumping his cock even faster into you. and when one of his ridges manages to brush against your swollen clit-

you knew you were a goner.

just seconds later, you came undone for him, your walls clenching around his cock in a vice grip as you felt a rush of warm fluid escaping from your channel. the sudden flood of your juices makes abby’s hips stutter all while letting out a string of curses.

he praises you for climaxing so beautifully for him, “that’s m’good girl. such a good girl f’me.”

voice thick with pleasure, abby slowly carries you away from the wall and back into the comfort of your bed, setting your body at the edge of the mattress before pumping his cock back into you. too drunk off of the pleasure to even care, you greedily wrap your legs around his waist-

practically begging your beloved demon for more.

your night started out normal enough, with you watching some shows on tv while settled on the comfort of your couch.

with your head resting against his shoulder, you felt a sudden compulsion coursing through you-

a sense of neediness causing an ache to form between your legs as you debated whether you should be honest with your lover or not.

clenching your eyes shut, you let out a shuddering breath before calling out to him, “baby?”

“hm?” he doesn’t look away from the tv, making you swallow thickly when you suddenly blurt out, “i want to fuck you in your demon form!”

baby immediately stiffens from beside you, eyes going wide momentarily until a dark look crosses his eyes-

and you watch with bated breath when his once teal eyes turned into molten gold.

the moment you told your boyfriend that you wanted to be intimate with him in his true form-

baby released all of his prior inhibitions, shoving your body back against the couch while gripping at the waistband of your shorts and panties (pulling them off of you in one swift motion.) already, you could see the patterns appear on his pale blue skin, watching as he spread your legs wider for him before inhaling the scent of your aching sex.

“you’re lucky that i’m craving for something sweet.” with those final words, baby surges forward, tongue already working its way into your channel as you arched your back against the sofa. your mind was going hazy, feeling as though his tongue was longer than usual as it seemed to be able to reach even deeper within your slick walls.

his tongue kept slowly lapping up your honeyed arousal, making your head spin as you basked in the pleasure he was giving you. with your hands on his hair, you allow baby to devour you fully, with him not stopping until he had his fill of your sweetness.

“mph… delicious.” as if addicted to your taste, baby continues to lap up your arousal, not stopping until he had you creaming on his tongue before giving you his cock.

mystery felt as though he were in a dreamy haze, being with you in the shower with you kneeling before him.

it took a lot of convincing on your end, but honesty, there was no way mystery could ever deny you of what you wanted-

even if it involved being intimate with him in his demon form.

so here he was, absolutely losing his mind as you placed his thick and aching cock within the confines of your hot mouth. with the demon bracing himself on the slick shower wall, myst fought back the urge to cum directly within your mouth-

yet it was proving to be quite the herculean task.

with just a simple suck from your sweet mouth, he feels himself shooting his hot seed down your throat, practically trembling at the sight of you swallowing everything that he had to offer.

when you stood back to your full height was when mystery lost the entirety of his self control, pinning your front against the frosted glass door before stroking his soft cock on the underside of your cunt. you began to moan, feeling his cock grow harder for you while letting out a gasp when he swiftly enters you.

setting a rapid pace, mystery presses the entirety of his body against your back, fucking his cock into you with a speed that takes your very breath away as you basked in the depravity of your actions.

rome, will you make love to me in your demon form?

that single question was all it took for romance to become hard for you, hands already trembling as they took off each article of clothing.

when you were both bare for each other, romance decided to take you in numerous positions, wetting his cock within your heat like a madman.

from missionary-

to reverse cowgirl-

to even a mating press-

romance simply couldn’t get enough of you.

his cock kept growing with need for you, pumping into your slick walls as the demon quickly became addicted to such hedonistic sensations.

currently, he had your body pressed on your side while in bed, with one of your legs tossed over his shoulder. in this new position, you swore you could feel rome’s length reach your special spot. the sensation of his cockhead pressing against that spongy spot over and over again had you drooling all over the sheets.

romance sees your fucked out expression and flashes you a saccharine sweet smile. “aw what’s this? is my true cock too much for you to handle? am i fucking you dumb right now, my sweet?”

you couldn’t even find the words to answer him when romance lets out a dark chuckle. with another swift movement, romance now has you pinned on your back, sliding his cock back into you as he takes you in the missionary position. now the he could fully see your face, romance couldn’t help but let out a groan before capturing your lips in a searing kiss all while whispering against them,

“ngh… hah… i’ll never get enough of you, sweetheart. so… you better be prepared for a long night ahead of you.”

end notes: if you readers are wondering how i can post / write so much in a short amount of time, it’s because i cannot get my brain to shut up 🙂‍↕️ currently unedited, but i’ll make any changes once this is posted ♡

Soft snores fell from his lips shortly after, and you bent down to ghost your lips over his forehead.

He'd been asleep for a couple of hours when you decided it was time to wake him up.

"Babyy~" you cooed, "you need to wake up or you won't sleep tonight."

With a defiant groan, he rolled onto his side, pressing his face into your stomach. Slipping a hand down the back of his sweater, you traced shapes against his skin with your nails. He snuggled deeper into you.

"You're making it harder to wake up," he muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You're getting more affectionate," you grinned.

"You make it easy...it feels natural with you," he hummed.

The next day, you joined the boys for their rehearsal, showing up with snacks and drinks for moral support. As soon as you entered the studio, Baby was on you. He appeared behind you out of nowhere, draping his arms around your shoulders and burying his face into the side of your neck. The other Sajas watched in shock. Just the other day, he'd been telling them how weird you made him feel. Jinu smiled. Now he knew what that 'weird' was...you made him feel safe.

"Morning," you smiled.

His reply was simply tightening his arms around you and pressing a single kiss to your shoulder. He was overwhelmed with the sudden urge to be as close to you as possible...he wanted to practically crawl into your skin. You felt like home.

When you tried to move, he remained glued to you, shuffling along behind you with his arms still around your shoulders.

"Shouldn't you get back to practice?"

He shook his head, fluffy bangs tickling the side of your face. Slumping onto the sofa in the corner, he looped his arms around your hips and tugged you onto his lap. You flushed as he pulled you closer to lean against his chest.

Later that week, he took the initiative to push things a little further. You were waiting for him in his bed when he came in...shirtless. He'd recently told you about his demonic origin, but the dark purple patterns decorating his arms and torso still took your breath away.

"You gonna be comfortable?" you asked softly.

He averted his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck with a shrug.

"Skinship feels okay if it's with you..."

You nodded, pulling your own shirt over your head, leaving you in your sleep bralette.

"You can drop the full illusion if you like? I don't mind. Promise."

He hesitated before dropping a little more of his disguise... His skin took on a lilac tint. His eyes changed from green to a glowing gold. His claws and fangs emerged...just slightly. You smiled, patting the space beside you and pulling the sheets back. He approached slowly, like he was scared of scaring you.

"It's okay," you coaxed gently, "come on, I know you're tired."

When he was finally settled, his arms wrapped around your waist. His demon skin was cool to the touch, and it felt nice against the flushed warmth of your own. Once the initial contact was made, he pulled you into his chest, sighing into your hair.

"You feel nice," he mumbled, a satisfied growl rumbling against your back.

It was another month later when you realised why. He'd spent the night at your place and woken up before you, leaving you to sleep while he started making breakfast. As soon as your body registered the coldness of the other side of the bed, you stirred. The sun was just starting to peek through the crack in your curtains, and after checking your phone, you realised it was already 9:30. His shirt was still on the floor from the night before, meaning he'd gotten comfortable and left it off. You smiled at the thought and slipped it over your head.

After freshening up a little, you made your way to the kitchen, only to freeze. The man at the stove was clearly your boyfriend...but also not? His skin had taken a lilac undertone, and darker purple markings decorated every inch of his body. When he turned around and smiled, you tried not to flinch at the fangs and glowing golden eyes you'd never seen before. He must have realised something was wrong, because he reached out for you. Hurt flashed in his eyes as you took a single step back.

"What's wrong?"

You frowned, but stayed calm...mostly...aside from the hammering of your heart against your ribs.

"How do I put this..." you mumbled. "Have you looked in the mirror this morning?"

Confused, he looked down at his arms, only to curse loudly once he saw the colour of his skin and visible patterns.

"Shit...shitshitshit."

He moved over the the sofa, head hung low as he dragged his fingers through his hair.

"Abby...what's going on?" you asked softly as you followed him.

"You weren't meant to find out like this," he muttered, "I wanted to tell you myself, but apparently, I got too comfortable."

Despite the slight growl in his voice, he still sounded like the Abby you knew. Sure, you were confused, but he seemed terrified. You stood between his parted knees, pulling his hands away to run your own fingers through his locks in a gentler manner. His shoulders sagged.

"Do you hate me? I understand if you hate me. I'm a monster."

Gripping his chin between your fingers and thumb, you tilted his head back. Sad gold eyes met yours.

"I do not hate you. I could never. And you're not a monster. I just want to understand."

His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you down onto his lap and buried his face into the side of your neck. His fangs caught as he ran his lips over your skin. A shiver ran up your spine.

"I'm a demon..." he whispered. "I don't really know what else to say...I made a shady deal with some crazy demon lord hundreds of years ago and eventually it caught up to me...now I look like this."

Leaning back, you took his face between your hands and pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

"If it makes you feel any better...it's hot," you smirked, "the look totally suits you. And it makes me happy that you felt comfortable enough to drop your disguise without even realising."

"Are you for real?" he frowned.

You nodded. "I could tell you'd been carrying something you didn't want to share. Now you don't have to hide from me."

He huffed a disbelieving laugh.

"You're crazy."

"Crazy about you," you winked.

His arms loosened from your waist as his hands grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to press a searing kiss to your lips.

And now I was seconds away from doing just that. And best of all, I was one of the last people in line, so I would probably get more time too.

I could already hear their sweet, angelic voices on the other side of the wall as I got closer. 

“Thanks for coming!” 

Jinu’s voice sent a warm sensation down my body straight to my core. I am not ashamed to admit that I am about to go into this meet and greet completely aroused. Good thing they couldn’t smell stuff like that, especially with all the perfume I was wearing. There was no way in hell I was going to embarrass myself like that. 

I was called up next, and my heart began to pound. I’m barely able to step forward when I’m greeted by the smiling Saja Boys. I would be approaching them from the right. The boys were lined down a row at a table. Romance was first. Then it was Mystery, Abby, Baby, and Jinu. They were all smiling at me. I think I’m going to die. 

I approach Romance, clutching my VIP badge. I felt like I wasn’t allowed here, in the presence of the idols who had recently captured the hearts of everyone. I wanted to run, if I had to be honest. 

“And what’s your name, Darling? I bet it’s as pretty as your face~” Romance cooed at me. He sat nonchalantly, chin resting against his knuckles as his elbow propped himself up on the table. He has the prettiest face of them all, and his pink hair looked so silky smooth. His nostrils slightly flare, and for a moment I wonder if I’ve been caught. If he could smell how turned on I was. 

Holy shit, only a table separated me from Romance and the other Sajas. I wonder if fans have literally jumped across the table to be in their arms. I’m half tempted to but I don’t want to be kicked out so I don’t. 

Gulping, I tell him my name. He immediately grabs a photo of himself and begins to sign it. 

Not long after their performance and win at the Idol Awards, Romance had taken up modeling. I can see that the photo he is signing is one that was professionally taken when he modeled some company’s heart themed clothing company. He was dressed in a heart crop top and low jeans that showed off his V-line. He had a (fake?) tattoo heart on the dip of one of his hips.

Yep, this photo would be going up on my wall. 

Romance finishes his signature with a small heart before handing the photo to me. I wipe my hands on my own jeans before taking the photo. 

He winks at me. “To my darling~” he cooed. Sure enough, that was what he had signed. “Say, you’re absolutely stunning.” His hand caught my wrist before I could fully pull away from him. “You should join me for one of my photoshoots sometime. My agent is telling me to find a pretty partner.” 

I’m stunned when he drags me closer, meeting me halfway across the table. His lips are pressed against my ear. “Check the back of the photo,” he whispered to me.

He lets me go and sits back down. 

I try to be subtle when I check the back of the poster. A number was written on there, nearly making me sputter and spit out a mouthful of imaginary water. My cheeks reddened, and my heart picked up a pace. Oh my god, if that’s actually Romance’s number, I might die. Again. 

Realizing I had been staring at the back of the photo for far too long, I took a step down to the next Saja Boy: Mystery. 

He smiles. I think? 

Having heard your name earlier, Mystery had already signed a photo for you and handed it over. “You have a pretty name. Only pretty girls like you get names like that,” he complimented me. 

There goes my heart again. Am I having a heart attack?

“T-Thank you, Mystery,” I sputtered. 

“Do you want a photo with me?” Mystery asked. 

Stunned, I nodded. 

“Let me help you take it, darling~” Romance cooed as he reached out for what I assume is my phone. 

I fumbled for it and took my phone from my back pocket. Phones weren’t allowed to be out during VIP time, but I suppose if they ask then it must be okay? I give the phone to Romance but then just stand there. Looking dumb. 

Romance chuckles.

“Come on over.” Mystery patted his thigh, calling me over like I was a dog. 

“We can’t get a photo of you if you’re standing on the other side, beautiful.” Romance smirked at me. The smirk shot me straight between the thighs.

“O-Okay.” 

I gave the two a second glance, double checking that it was okay for me to come around to the other side. Romance stepped aside, allowing me closer to Mystery. The moment that I was next to the silver-haired male, he wrapped both arms around me and tugged me to him. 

“Ooof!” I landed on his knee, bracing myself against his chest with my hands. 

“There you go.” Mystery’s voice was low and husky. “This is right where you need to be.” Both his arms wrapped around me, his hands resting right under my breasts, so close to touching them. I wonder if they do this for all their fans… Or am I just this special? Maybe I should always be late to these fansignings. 

He moves closer like he’s about to kiss me but instead his cheek pressed against mine. We face Romance, the pink-haired idol still smirking as he takes god-knows how many photos. 

“There you go!” Romance finally finished, lowering my phone. “Let me just say, you both look stunning in this photo.” He returns the phone with a hand on his hip.

“She’s the stunning one, really.” Mystery’s cheek is still pressed against mine, his nose nudging me gently when he speaks. 

I scroll through the photos, smiling at how perfect they all look. I was a very lucky lady. Who knew a VIP would buy you this much attention. 

“Thank you both so much.” I held the phone to my chest before tucking it away before it could be taken away.

Mystery squeezed me around my middle before letting go. “Anytime.”

When I got off Mystery’s knee, I double checked to make sure I didn’t leave a wet spot. Sure enough, he was dry. I looked away before they could notice me spot checking the Saja Boy. 

I moved to return to the proper side of the table.

A hand reached out and grabbed mine, stopping me from doing so. Before I could even think, the hand pulled me closer. I yelped as I fell against something warm and hard. A large bicep arm wrapped around me, pulling me against something hard that was completely sprawled across my back. 

Abby smirked down at me, flexing the arm that was wrapped around me. 

“I made this for you, babe, but maybe you can do the same thing for me…” Abby showed me the autograph he had done for me. At the top of the page was his name, written, but the real eye catcher was the fact that he had sketched his abs across the paper. That’s also the hard thing that pressed against my back. Not anything else, I swear.

Taking the photo, I placed it on top of the other autographs. “T-Thank you, Abby. What can I help you with?”

Abby took a sharpie off the desk and lifted his patterned pineapple shirt, showing off his abs. Every single ab smiled directly at me. I sucked in a deep breath to stop myself from drooling. 

“You want my autograph…?” I asked in disbelief. 

Grinning, Abby pressed the sharpie into my hand. “Yeah. I want to have something left behind of you, babe.” He pointed down in the direction of his abs with his chin. He had a prominent happy trail and veins that all pointed down to where his cock would be. 

“I’d be happy to⁠—” I blushed and finally gripped the sharpie though almost drop it. The moment that I agreed to sign his body, Abby not-so subtly leaned closer, the tip of his nose pressing against my cheek. He held the position until I finished my name. 

“Thanks, babe~” he cooed and kissed my cheek. I nearly jumped out of the man’s lap. Instead, I stood, not checking Abby’s lap as I moved onto the next Saja Boy: Baby Saja. 

Behind me, Abby was smirking down at his lap. 

The blue-haired Saja boy was already turned toward me, his cheek leaned against his palm. He had a lollipop in his mouth but took it out of his mouth when I approached him. “Took you long enough. What do you want me to sign?”

When my eyes scanned the table, I saw that he didn’t have a photo to sign in front of him. Maybe he just ran out? I wasn’t sure what I had that he could sign, so I took my phone out again (double checking that no one would protest against it) and handed it to Baby. “Can you sign my phone case?”

Baby chuckled and took the phone. “Can you hold this for me then?” he asked as he held up his purple lollipop. I nodded and held my hand out for the stick. However, before I could take it, Baby shoved it directly into my mouth. The taste of the spit-coated grape lollipop filled my senses. My eyes widened. At this point, I wasn’t sure if it was possible to become more flustered than what I was right now. 

Baby maintained eye contact with me, smirking as he signed my phone case without looking down at it once.

Not handing it back at first, he lifted the phone and took some selfies, making various types of expressions and hand motions. After taking a plethora of photos, he handed the phone back. I would have to look at the photos at a different time, but I was pretty sure that I stood in the background of those photos, looking like a complete idiot with that lollipop hanging out of my mouth.

Baby stood and cupped my face with his hands. I could feel the texture of his sweater itch against my cheeks. He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue swirling inside until it brought the candy out of my mouth and into his. When he pulled back and flopped back into his chair, the white stick poked out of his proud, smug, smirking mouth. 

My insides were now butterflies. Baby Saja just kissed me. I was either the most congratulated girl in the world, or the most hated one now. 

I felt weightless as I moved onto the last Saja Boy who sat patiently at the end of the table. Jinu. When I looked at him, it was as though time slowed down, or I forgot how to use the main function of my legs. 

“You’re lucky. Baby doesn’t usually give out kisses like that for free,” Jinu says with a smirk, offering me a hand. I took it and his long fingers wrapped around my whole hand. As if he had an instinct for it, Jinu brought my knuckles to his lips, kissing them. 

Standing up and letting go of my hand along the way, the final idol towered over me. “You’ve been a pleasure to have around today. Truly a highlight of the entire fansigning.”

My heart felt touched. I placed a hand over it. “Really? Thank you…That means a lot to me. It’s been amazing to meet all of you up close and personal.”

“The pleasure is all ours. This is for you. We hope to meet you again.”

Jinu gave me one of his signed posters before taking a photo off the table that had everyone in it. Everyone’s name was already presigned, but Jinu turned it over and wrote a small message on the back. Before I could read it, he placed it underneath his own photo with a smirk. 

My eyes widened as he leaned closer to my face. I think he’s about to kiss me, but instead his lips move to the side of my face, whispering into my ear. “You’re the most delicious-looking person that I have ever seen.” He held the position for a few seconds longer before releasing my wrist. 

Bold, but not as bold as the other Saja Boys had been. 

Wait, what was I saying? Did I want Jinu to do something crazy, like kiss me?

Of course I did, so I felt a little disappointed when he didn’t make an attempt. 

I walked to the end of the table and turned toward the Saja Boys. I never thought that they would work so hard to make my insides flutter the way that they have. I was lucky that these VIP signings were all private, or it could have been ruined by other fans. 

The Saja Boys all stared at me with hungry gazes. I was almost at a loss for what to say. 

“T-Thank you for having me,” I sputtered and quickly bowed. Turning on my heel, I walked off the signing stage with the posters against my chest. I was down the small set of stairs when I took out the poster Jinu had signed and flipped it over to read the message. 

We would like to see you again. It’s not everyday when we find a delicacy like you. We could just eat you right up.

I stopped on the spot, head cocked. 

What she didn’t know was that all the Saja Boys were right on her heels, their eyes glowing yellow with hunger. 

Part 2: (Gangbang NSFW)

you felt the sunlight shining against your closed eyelids, your body still in a pleasured haze as your dreams gave you memories of what happened the night before-

painting a rather pleasant picture filled with pleasure as you let out a sigh in response. your back was languidly stretched across the length of your bed. while you slept, you were dimly aware of the pinpricks of pleasure slowly beginning to build up-

the familiar ache between your legs disappearing each time something hard and heavy slides back inside of you, brushing against your swollen bundle of nerves in response. a moan was suddenly ripped out of you the moment you were roused awake by your lover’s cock steadily pounding into you.

his movements were gentle, oh so gentle when he interlocks your fingertips together with his. only when your eyes flutter open does he seem to quicken his pace, cock already slamming back into you as you felt the sensation of his balls bouncing against your entrance.

“ngh… hah… you’re awake.” jinu lets out a pleasure grunt of your name, hiding his face within the curve of your neck each time he nestles his cock back inside of you.

“y-yeah, i’m a-awake… hah!” you already felt the tightness within your abdomen, threatening to snap when you felt jinu’s cock slamming into you at a more rapid pace. the headboard slams against the walls in tune to his movements, and it all reaches a breaking point when jinu stills his hips, spilling his hot load into you with a shuddering groan of your name.

beads of sweat were felt running down your brow as jinu’s hot breath remains at the side of your neck. after a few minutes, he slowly pulls out, earning a soft mewl from you at the sudden loss of him. bracing himself over you, you felt the air leaving your lungs at the sight of his gorgeous smile aimed at you.

framing at your face, you bask in his sheepish expression when he tells you, “i don’t mind spending mornings like this with you.”

abby was smiling in his sleep, feeling as though he were having the best wet dream of his life.

in his dreams, he was laid back casually on his bed, his dick hard as a rock for you as you sweetly bounced yourself up and down his cock. your sweet mewls and moans of his name were enough to send a new rush of blood to his manhood-

his cock practically pulsating with need for you each time he was balls deep inside of you.

so imagine abby’s pure and utter shock when he swore he could feel your nails raking down his chest-

the squelching sounds that echo throughout his room a bit too loud and real to be something his mind merely conjured up.

so when abby manages to open his eyes, only to see you bouncing up and down so eagerly on his cock-

the demon became a needy mess for you.

he groans, placing his hands on your hips while helping you bounce up and down his cock, already feeling his dick beginning to tighten in response to being nestled so sweetly within your heat. “fuck baby, did you really need me that much?”

you could only manage a series of nods in response, now bracing yourself on his abs while slamming your cunt down on him with a desperation. “y-yeah… i noticed you were still h-hard and decided to d-do something about it…”

abby’s eyes were wild now, darkened considerably with lust for you when he begins driving his cock even deeper within your heat. “i gotta say babe, you should take charge and relieve me of my hardness every time, now. in fact, i’ll let you do it any time and any day.”

you were still pleasantly asleep when you felt something wet wrapping around your perky nipples. trying to ignore the sensation, you were about to turn to your side and sleep on it-

only to be stopped by a heavy weight still settled on top of you. your eyes immediately open, only to see your boyfriend with his face hidden against your breasts as one of his hands travel down to the spot between your legs.

your reaction was immediate, hands delving into his soft, teal hair while crying out to him, “b-baby?! w-what are you doing?”

he merely grunts in response, tongue now curled around the tip of your breasts as he began suckling on your nipples, “this is your fault for smelling so damn good first thing in the morning.”

baby finally let’s go of your nipple with an audible pop!, eyes now focused on your honeyed sweet arousal that continues to stain at his fingertips. he pulls his digits out of you, admiring the stickiness of your arousal for a brief moment before shoving them back inside of you.

baby begins his ministrations at a steady pace, basking in your soft moans and the way your back arches against the bed with each new pump of his fingertips. when he could feel the palm of his hand become soaked in your juices did he finally replace his hand with his mouth-

already devouring your sex whole as you fell back against the bed. with his oral fixation relieved by the sheer taste of you, you were quickly devoured by your demon lover that had no intention of ever stopping.

mystery was never good at hiding his emotions-

and this morning was no different.

being somewhat of a light sleeper, the moment mystery felt something wet and hot surrounding his limp cock, he immediately wakes up-

only to find you settled between his thighs, devouring his cock like it was the most delicious thing you had ever tasted. letting out a gasp of your name, the demon places a hand in your hair, thrusting his cock in and out of your awaiting mouth until he just couldn’t hold back anymore.

falling back into the bed, mystery thought he was losing his damn mind when you introduced your tits into the mix. with your mouth licking stripes up and down the tip of his cock, he could feel the softness of your breasts surrounding his shaft. he began to pulsate furiously in response, unable to even warn you when he shoots his seed right into you.

you quickly shove his cock down your throat, ignoring the urge the gag as you swallowed everything he had to offer. with droplets of his cum splattered against your lips, mystery sat up in bed all while blushing at the mere sight of you.

a mischievous grin paints your expression when you lean closer to press a kiss on his lips, earning a groan from the saja boy when you whisper to him, “good morning, myst. how’d you like my surprise for you?”

feeling his face turn even hotter in response to your question, mystery knew that he was a goner the moment you set foot into his life.

you were still half asleep, with your back pressed against romance’s chest. as you buried your face even deeper into your pillows, the sudden sensation of hot velvet stroking the underside of your cunt makes you freeze.

feigning sleep, you listen to romance’s deep and heavy grunts, knowing now that he was currently rutting his morning wood against your naked pussy. it takes you a herculean effort to remain still-

to keep your breathing even as romances continues to bully the underside of your cunt with his cock.

“ngh… hah! my girl feels so damn good… still so wet and soft f’me.” it was obvious that your lover was enjoying this-

enjoying getting himself off on your unconscious body as he sneakily slides his cockhead in and out of your entrance. your hands were clutching at the sheets below you now, feeling his tip constantly rubbing against your slit as you fought to bite back your moans.

“mmmph, that’s it… just the tip… just the tip….”

your moans end up scaring him, causing romance to lose all of his momentum the moment he slips the entirety of his cock into you. becoming filled by him so suddenly causes you to arch your back against him.

“babe, y-you were awake this entire time?!” romance was mortified now-

yet you were too turned on to even care.

lifting up your thighs, you grind yourself down on him, “y-yes, i’m awake. now just shut up and move, rome.”

needing no further urging from you, romance places a kiss behind your neck before angling his hips, slamming back into you at a pace that makes your breasts bounce in tune to his movements. letting out a grunt of your name, romance takes advantage of his strength to lift both of your legs up, now shoving his cock with an intensity that has you seeing stars as you freely gave yourself to him while bathed beneath the morning glow.

end notes: forgive me, but i have been so needy for these boys lately 😭 currently unedited, but i’ll make the necessary changes later ♡

All Saja Boys included:

Pulling Pranks on the Saja Boys (separate members)

Human Manager! x Yandere! Saja Boys

Wearing a revealing outfit prank (separate members)

Female Painter! Reader

NSFW Prompts / Drabbles (18+ content, minors dni, separate members)

Yandere! Saja Boys headcanons

Another Yandere! Saja Boys headcanons (separate members)

Demon GN! Reader x Yandere Saja Boys

Popstar Reader! x Saja Boys

Manager Reader! x Saja Boys

Saja Boys Love Languages

Another Saja Boys! x Human! Manager

Saja Boys eating out Fem! Reader (18+ content, minors dni, separate members)

Saja Boys if they are K-Pop Demon Hunters

Saja Boys x Rumi's Sister! Reader (ongoing series)

Huntrix & Saja Boys x Demon Expert! Reader

Another Manager! Reader x Yandere! Saja Boys

Saja Boys with the prompt "You're about to argue but you're so pretty that their brain short circuits" (separate members)

Saja Boys favourite positions (18+ content, minors dni, separate members)

Saja Boys Dating headcanons

Saja Boys x Manager! Reader (18+ content, ongoing series)

Another Saja Boys x Manager! Reader

Saja Boys and Sharing (separate members)

Saja Boys x Fem Manager! Reader

Saja Boys x Reincarnated! Reader (separate members)

Can the Saja Boys be submissive? (18+ content, minors dni, separate members)

Saja Boys Dom Headcanons (18+ content, minors dni, separate members)

"Think fast I'm a random girl trend" with Saja Boys (separate members)

Saja Boys x Huntrix's Assistant! Reader

Saja Boys x Girlfriend Fem! Reader (18+ content, minors dni, separate members)

Huntrix are interviewed on how they think about the Saja Boys' Manager

Yandere! Saja Boys x Reader

Jealousy Trope with the Saja Boys

Saja Boys x Choreogpraher Teacher Fem! Reader (18+ content, minors dni)

Saja Boys trying to flirt with Manager! Reader

Saja Boys x Fem! Manager Reader

Another Saja Boys x Fem! Manager Reader

Where the Saja Boys like to kiss you

Becoming the Saja Boys' Bride (18+ content, minors dni, separate members)

How the Saja Boys soothe you after a nightmare (separate members)