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She pouts as she walks out of the convenience store, sipping on the cup of iced americano she bought. It is coffee from a dispenser and unsurprisingly turns out to be bitter, dull and mostly diluted, which only serves to sully her mood even further. The nights have been getting colder as well so she is not quite sure why she even bought something cold. As she continues drinking, she feels a shiver run through her, partly from the cold, partly from something else.
It feels like someone is watching her.
She adjusts her hat, pulling it down a little more so it conceals her face. She is wearing a mask as well so really, no one should know it is her. But at the same time, she is at the convenience store right across from their entertainment company’s building. It is not too surprising that there might be someone camping somewhere, hoping for a shot of some idols.
It’s not like Zoey is doing anything wrong either. She simply took a break to get some snacks and drinks (and vitamins, at Rumi’s behest) for what is likely going to be a long night at the studio. She had been working with some producers and composers for Huntr/x’s next album and all that’s left to do is for her to finalise the lyrics for their b-sides. Mira and Rumi had worked on their title track together, but Mira is now abroad attending some fashion event while Rumi has been cast as a cameo in a drama and was filming for it since the afternoon. Zoey is going to be alone in the studio and while she’s usually not one for isolation, it is quite welcomed with how exhausted she’s feeling.
She waits for the light at the pedestrian crossing to turn before she starts crossing. The street is empty and in other cases, she might just walk across it, but she does not want to risk anything in the event there might be a possible paparazzi hiding somewhere. The last thing Huntr/x needs right now is a scandal because their lazy maknae decided to be a terrible role model and citizen by crossing the street illegally.
When she arrives at the other side of the street, she feels a gaze on her again, a strange intensity boring into her very being. She pauses, looking around her. There really is no one walking about. It is three in the morning right now. Naturally, most people would be fast asleep. Why would anyone be hiding around near entertainment companies? Even paparazzis are not normally this desperate.
She freezes, catching it. A figure lurking in the alley right by her company, which slinks back the moment it notices her looking in its direction. A flash of purple accompanies the movement.
No way.
A demon?
Now?
When she’s alone?
She can probably take it on if it's alone as well, but unlikely if it has company.
The number of demons had steadily decreased ever since they created the new Honmoon a few months ago. It had not been the Golden Honmoon they had sought to achieve, which permanently would have sealed the demon world from their and now and then, demons continued to sneak into their world, determined to steal some souls.
She could ignore it, walk back to her studio and continue writing lyrics, but she knows her conscience would never allow for that. Any demon that comes to the human world is here for no good. It’s what Celine had said. It’s what Rumi and MIra have continued to say.
There are no nice demons.
She jogs to the alley and slips in. The alleyway is narrow, with not much room for people to walk by each other’s side. The shadows of the buildings that line it fall to darken it, the mere illumination stemming from the moonlight that is above them. In the dim lighting, Zoey makes out a figure before her, walking deeper into the alleyway, away from her.
“Hey, demon!” she cries out. The figure stiffens and starts to turn, but Zoey gives it no time to rush to an attack, throwing a couple of her knives at it immediately. However, it does not rush to her, but dodges her weapons instead, clearly foreseeing an attack. Zoey grits her teeth, dropping her coffee and her bag of snacks as a pair of blades appear in her hands. She rushes towards it. Maybe it won’t be able to keep up with her in close-range.
The demon dodges her attack, but with the narrowness of the alley, it does not really have much room to maneuver. She reaches forward again, blade glinting, as it slices through the air, catching on its clothes.
“Wait.” She hears a voice. Its voice. It sounds male, though soft and gentle, almost meek. A nice voice. A pretty one. Maybe one that he uses to seduce his victims before draining them dry of their souls.
“I’m not waiting for no demon!” she cries out, ramming her shoulder into his body, pushing him against a wall with a loud thud . The demon grunts, yet focuses himself enough to grab onto her wrist as she tries to slash him at the throat. He grabs her other hand as well, the moment it starts to move almost instinctively, aiming to stab him right at the stomach.
“Wait, please,” he huffs, almost out of breath. Maybe that wall slam did more damage than she thought, or maybe he is just out of shape. Though from the strength at which he is holding her, she would suppose it would be the former.
Zoey glares at their hands, at how he is holding hers, painted nails enclosed over her narrower wrists, as she runs her mind through possible means of escaping. Brute force would not work here. He’s so much stronger than her. She could possibly try to kick him somewhere, or maybe twist herself free. Or she could—
Wait.
She narrows her eyes.
Painted nails?
She stares at the demon’s hands, so undeniably human in their appearance— slender fingers with neatly manicured nails. She does not think she’s seen demons like this before, not ever since…
She looks up at his face and lets out a gasp.
Or what she can see of his face, rather.
“Saja boy!” she cries out, trying to yank herself free, her previous train of thought completely lost to her. “Let me go! I’m not going to let you touch my fans!”
She wrecks her mind again. She needs to free herself from him. She needs to contact Mira and Rumi fast. If the Saja Boys are back, they need to be prepared. Their Honmoon is still new. They need to strengthen it as much as possible. It is still not too long ago that the Saja Boys were a phenomenon here. They could very easily return and overturn it all.
“Wait,” he says again, tightening his grip.
“I thought I killed you!” she screams right at him. She is sure she did. She’d punched him in the face and found the perfect opening to slash him right through the throat when he stumbled back.
After giving her the brief moment to enjoy the gem he had kept hidden under his hair the entire time, that is.
“Your blades don’t kill us. They just send us back to the demon world,” he says with a soft sigh. “I’ll let you go. Can you promise not to stab me?”
She catches herself almost falling into awe again, the same way she had done when she once stared at his picture, or even him when he sat beside her. Of course he has a nice voice, but she had never thought he’d sound this sweet in person. She’d never actually heard him speak directly before and she could have sworn she thought he could not. She’d thought his singing and his voice during broadcasts were just some demon tricks.
“Fine,” she eventually says.
He hesitates for a moment, before his grip goes lax and his arms drop to his side.
Stupid demon.
The moment he lets her go, she grabs him by his vest, pressing him to the wall, and brings a blade up to his throat. The sharp edge of her blade is dangerous over his skin— enough to pressure but not yet enough to cut and turn him into smoke. He holds his hands up in surrender immediately, his body going tense, his lips curl into a slight grimace.
“You didn’t actually think I would keep a promise to a Saja boy, did you?” she mocks. She moves closer to him, raising herself on her tiptoes. He’s so much taller than her and she wants to narrow that gap between them, to seem more threatening than she fears she might seem.
“I was hoping I’d be an exception,” he admits softly.
“And why would that be after you’ve stolen so many souls?” she asks. She presses herself even closer to him, trying to reach as close to his face as possible, forcing herself not to think about the way her body is completely flushed against him.
“I didn’t personally steal any souls, you know.” He grins. She can’t actually tell what kind of a grin it is with his eyes covered. All she knows is that he’s smiling with those perfect lips of his, lips she remembers well from the picture they had up in their studio back then. It’s probably an evil smile, even with those perfectly pink, glossy full lips.
“I don’t care. The Saja Boys were the reason demons came here and stole souls to begin with.” She tightens her grip on her blade and presses it against his skin a little further. He slinks his neck to the side slightly, trying to ease the pressure as a soft whimper leaves his lips, one she likely would not have heard without their proximity to each other. “So what are you guys planning now?”
“Nothing. I’m here alone,” he says.
“Why?” She narrows her eyes and pushes the blade back against him.
He hesitates once more, before one of his hands drops to hers, lightly touching— the hand with the blade, the one with all the power to end his life once more. Or, as he claims, banish him back to the demon world.
“I wanted to see you again, Zoey,” he whispers.
Her jaw drops.
He wanted to see her?
Her?
And he knows her name?
She can’t even remember his name.
“What are you talking about?” she asks. This has to be some kind of joke.
“I just wanted to see you again,” he repeats. “You said you like me.”
“Your face!” She is almost screaming now. “I said I like your face, you stupid Saja boy! Not you! You’re a demon! How can I like…?”
Her voice falters off and she tries to catch her breath. It is not impossible to like a demon, she supposes. She was attracted to him and she did see Rumi form a strong enough bond with Jinu for him to sacrifice himself for her— how and when that happened is beyond her, however.
“My face is a part of me,” he says. There’s a short moment of silence before he continues again in a lower voice, almost sheepishly. “I like your face too, Zoey.”
“Huh?”
“You are a very interesting human and I felt like seeing you again,” he says, tilting his head a little. “Is that bad?”
“Of course!”
But why? The more illogical side of her is screaming at her right now, scoffing at her for turning this down. Demon and all aside, a super hot man with vocals to die for is saying he likes her and finds her interesting and she is turning him down .
“Oh.” She can imagine his face falling the way his voice does, his lips pulled together into a pout. He doesn’t argue further, his body simply going still against her.
She could stab him so easily right now.
Instead, she runs her blade along his jawline, lightly but in a slow and deliberate manner. He sucks in a breath slowly, a soft whine spilling from his lips. Zoey realises she can’t tear her eyes away from them, watching every slight twitch, every tremble as her blade glides across his smooth skin. She brings it up to his lips and presses the flat side down against his pillowy bottom lip.
It’s soft.
“You like me too?” she asks softly.
He nods.
“In what way?” She drags the knife down, tugging his lip along with it slightly, unveiling perfect white teeth— human ones, she notes. It must be an illusion.
“You’re cute,” he says.
She knows that. Everyone calls her cute anyway. That’s what she is— the cute maknae of Huntr/x. The nice one. The bright one. The one who tries to please everyone around her.
And she suppose she does. All the time.
But this time, it’s different.
She’s not planning on pleasing the man in front of her. No, not man. Demon.
A freaking Saja boy .
The hot one. The one who’s her type.
But a Saja boy nonetheless.
She pushes the blade between his lips. He parts his lips immediately, almost obediently, though she’s sure he’s just trying to keep as much skin away from the blade as possible to stop himself from getting cut. It presses flat against his tongue and she hears him release a guttural noise, almost a mix of a whimper and a groan.
She withdraws the blade and brings it back to his neck, trying her best to ignore the wet trail that hangs between her blade and his lips.
“I can send you back so easily,” she murmurs. “I know better than to trust you.”
Rumi had mentioned trusting Jinu and he’d betrayed her. Even if he had a change of heart at the end, the story had not won Zoey over. Most demons are cruel and cannot be trusted. It’s what everyone says, even Rumi, who’s part demon herself, had told Zoey not to trust other demons.
“What can I do to make you trust me?” he asks.
“I don’t know. Nothing, probably. Because I will never trust you.”
He lets out a frustrated growl and she feels his hands again, one holding her wrist, pulling her hand and blade away from his neck, while the other grabs her waist. “Should I prove it to you then?”
“Prove what?” she asks as he leans forward, bringing his face closer to her. He tilts his head, grazing his lips against her cheek, before his tongue sticks out and he gives her a quick lick. Zoey feels her limbs fail, freezing and yet at the same time, melting into his hold. “W-What are you doing?”
“Proving to you,” he murmurs. She feels another lick at her cheek, before his mouth is on her jaw, tongue running along its underside, leaving a wet trail in its wake— one that burns and makes her tremble as heat coils in her body from that treacherous junction between her legs.
“What are you trying to prove?” she manages to ask in a shaky breath. She clutches his clothes harder.
“That I like you. That I’m here for you.” His mouth is by her ear and she feels his teeth tug on her ear lobe, before he wraps his lips around it, sucking. He really is just like an animal and she smiles briefly from a distant memory she has, perhaps the only one she has of him that’s not her killing him.
“Why were you barking at the fans during the fansign?” she asks.
“Didn’t like the way they looked at you,” he says. Her ear is so wet right now. He bites the skin below her ear, mouth moving down her neck.
“You’re just like a dog,” she murmurs as he licks the spot he’d just bitten. It stings, but his tongue soothes it almost immediately. “If I ask you to bark for me right now, will you?”
She’s glad he’s not looking at her and the darkness is hiding most of her features. She’s sure she’s bright red now. She can’t believe she asked him that. She knows people do those kinds of stuff but things like that were never anything she’d ever thought about before.
And yet, with him… it seems a little different.
“Woof.” His voice sends another burst of heat through her, especially as he presses his lips to the side of her neck. He continues to alternate between kissing, licking and biting and Zoey feels her eyes fall close, going limp in his hold. “You smell so good.”
She shakes her head. “It’s been awhile since I took a shower. I—”
“I can smell how much you like this,” he murmurs. “You must be very wet below.”
Her eyes fly open and she shoves him away immediately. His back slams to the wall again, lips parted as he pants. Zoey slaps a hand over the junction of her neck where he had just been busy with.
“I’m not!” she cries out. “Who’s going to be wet for a Saja boy anyway?”
“You’re not?” He sounds genuinely upset. His head tilts forward, like he’s looking to the ground, as he hands fiddle with each other. “I thought I was doing a good job.”
He’s sulking.
Like an animal being denied its playtime.
And Zoey almost feels bad.
“That’s not—”
“I wanted to make you feel good.” He’s pouting again.
She wants to protest, but her words fail her. Instead, that part of her mind is back, chiding at her for even thinking of wasting this opportunity. A demon who is the physical personification of the man of her dreams is eager and ready to make her feel good and she’s trying to push him away. How stupid can she be?
She could always just kill him after they’re done with all this. She’s sure it won’t take her long to slash him in the throat again once more right after he makes her come.
She summons her blade again and points it in his direction. He raises his arms up again and this time, Zoey’s eyes fall on his biceps, the way they tighten and bunch up as he holds his arms up. She’d never noticed that he has muscles.
She presses the tip against his chin.
“You sure you’re not here to do anything bad?” she asks.
“Depends on what you mean by bad,” he says. He catches her wrist again. “Let me make you feel good.”
She glares at him and he releases her.
“Please.”
Somehow, that word feels like music to her ears. Zoey takes a step closer, till she’s completely pressed against him. This time, she doesn’t care how close they are. She takes him by the hem of his turtleneck collar and pulls him down, closer to her.
“Are you begging me to let you make me come?” she asks with a low voice.
“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in his voice. He brings his face as close as he can to her without breaking his skin. “ Please. ”
This isn’t going to end well.
She brings her hand to his shoulder and presses them. He lets his body go along with her, lowering himself till he’s down on his knees before her, trapped between her and the way. He tilts his head up and even though she can’t see his expression, she knows he’s looking up at her and waiting for her.
She runs her fingers through his hair, gripping it tightly, pulling him closer to her core, which she’s sure must be wet and aching right now. He presses his cheek against her, rubbing it, as he takes a deep inhale.
“You smell so good,” he whispers.
It must be a demon thing, she supposes. “Want a taste?”
He nods.
“Ask nicely,” she instructs. She runs the tip of her blade against the side of his face and he lets out another whine.
“Please let me taste you,” he says.
“Good boy.”
She hears a sharp intake of breath from him before he reaches for the hem of her sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to expose her. He nuzzles into her and Zoey leans forward, supporting herself on the wall with one hand as the other continues to guide his head.
She feels his hot breath first. Then his lips brush against her sensitive skin. He runs his tongue along her entire slit, lapping up at her juices like a starved dog. His hands hold onto her hips tightly, holding her close as he angles his head to reach more of her with his mouth and tongue.
“Do I taste good?” she asks and he nods. His lips latch onto her clit, sucking hard. Zoey throws her head back in a moan.
God.
She releases him, just to slide her hand under his bangs, push his hair back, and hold the strands tightly off his face.
“Look at me,” she says.
His head tilts a little and his exposed eyes open, meeting hers. She can’t make out much in the darkness of the alley. But he looks up at her with a gleam of lust and hunger in his eyes, the eagerness to please and the silent plea of wanting more. His pretty face is scrawled with desire, his body craving hers the way she is craving him.
He must be so hard right now.
And yet, he continues to obey her. His teeth lightly bite down her clit, followed by his tongue’s soothing strokes along it.
His tongue slides further down, circles her entrance and slips inside her. She has to grit her teeth to keep herself from crying out as it goes in as deep as it can before retreating and repeating the attention. He has a thumb over her clit, rubbing tightly. His other hand slips behind to her ass, holding her steady while at the same time kneading a cheek.
It feels so fucking good. She can’t stop herself from rocking her hips against his face, both hands grabbing him by the head and pushing him closer. He continues to eat her out like a desperate animal, pulling her closer and closer, till a final painful pinch of her clit has her shuddering and screaming, the wave of pleasure washing over her.
He continues to lap at her skin, her thighs, licking up every drop of her juices he can until Zoey pulls him away, edging him to get up to his feet. As he stands, Zoey lets her eyes trail his body, pausing at the very obvious tent in his pants.
He is so so so turned on.
She cups the bottom of his face and brings him close to her, their lips almost touching. “You were a very good boy. I think that deserves a reward, don’t you?”
She presses her lips to his, tasting herself as she deepens the kiss. Her hand palms his crotch, and he lets out a moan that’s muffled against her lips. He rocks his hips, desperate chasing the feeling of her hand.
“Look at you. So aching and desperate,” she chuckles. She runs a thumb along his bottom lip. It’s as soft as it looks, plump and full. “You’re a bad boy that needs to be put in place, aren’t you?”
She squeezes him. He groans.
Zoey steps away from him and adjusts her clothes, putting them on properly. She watches as one of his hands moves to rub his crotch for a couple of moments before she swats his hand away.
“No touching unless I give you permission to do it,” she says.
She takes his hand in hers and starts to pull him towards her.
“Come on. Let’s head somewhere esle.”
And as he follows behind her like an obedient puppy, Zoey wonders if she might just end up being thoroughly fucked.