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Rumi stares at the piece of cloth sitting on her bed and tries not to think about who gave it to her. But she can’t help it, her mind keeps flashing back to the bathhouse.
Fighting with Jinu. Almost getting exposed. And then, him coming to the rescue to cover her patterns, holding her in his embrace for just a second too long before letting her go.
She shouldn’t be thinking about it, but it’s like a song stuck in her head. Impossible to get rid of.
Whatever. She has more important things to think about, like her voice. She eagerly grabs the box of tonics and picks one up. Maybe this will be the cure she’s been waiting for and this day will have all been worth it.
Only to be met with immediate disappointment as the label peels off to reveal grape juice.
And it’s the cheap kind too, she groans.
She isn’t upset for long though because her attention is immediately taken by a bird sitting on her railing. Not weird, birds sometimes hang out on her patio. What is weird is the tiny hat it’s wearing. She moves closer to get a better look, only to be immediately taken aback when the bird squawks and sprouts four extra eyes.
Cool, a demon bird. Just what she wants to deal with at 11 pm on a Thursday. But still, she follows the bird to the other end of her patio until she sees two bright orange eyes out of the corner of her eye. She raises her weapon and briefly panics, she doesn’t know what it is but it’s clearly demonic.
But the panic quickly dissipates once the animal seems more focused on her plant than on her.
Then in an instant she’s following said animal away from her room and through the city.
And there he is. The man himself standing on a roof. This will be easy. With quick precision she jumps onto the roof and sneaks up behind him, summoning her sword and making quick work of getting rid of him.
Unfortunately nothing happens.
“Wow” she heard an annoying voice behind her.
“I wasn’t expecting a hug, but-“
She didn’t let him finish his sentence before she was running at him swinging her sword. He jumped back quickly, trying to diffuse the situation but she was having none of it.
She made it a point to swing harder after he made fun of her pants.
“I could’ve told your friends what you are,” he said, teleporting away behind her. She spun back around and he was walking at the farthest edge of the roof.
Coward.
“But I didn’t, because they don’t know,” he said simply.
She hates how she lets her guard down, her face gives her away in an instant and he smiles satisfied at the reaction he got.
“Ah so I did guess right” he starts to walk parallel to her as he talks “A demon girl, also a hunter. Hiding, walking around free in the human world”
“Just hunter, not demon” she snarled
“Then how’d you get the patterns?”
“That’s none of your business”
He paused, turning his whole body to look at her. Analyzing her as if she was under a microscope “I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to help”
She almost laughed. “I don’t want whatever your version of help is”
“But you will. How much longer do you think you can hide them?”
She hesitated, and he grinned. “You know you’re time is running out”
She shook her head and lifted her sword higher, she won’t be swayed by a demon. He’s just trying to get into her head.
He started moving closer but she held her ground and stayed still. “I meant what I said, I really don’t want to hurt you”
She scoffed under her breath, not dignifying him with a response. But he wasn’t dissuaded. “I could tell your friends what you are”
He was standing in front of her now. Barely a few feet away.
“But I won’t”
Now that the heat of her anger has simmered, she finds herself…weirdly drawn to him.
She can’t explain it but it’s like she’s a magnet, begging to be let go of so she can cling to him.
Cling to him? What the fuck? What is she even thinking about?
But still, there’s dozens of goosebumps going up her entire body and every nerve seems to heighten the closer he is to her. He steps closer and his hand hovers in the air above her neck.
She lets out a shaky breath as their patterns glow together. Normally she’d be mortified about her patterns showing but right now she doesn’t even care. All she can think about is leaning into his hand and feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.
“Follow me” he says before stepping back.
And what can she do but follow him blindly. Instinctually she knows she shouldn’t, in fact every logical part of her brain is telling her to go home and not trust the demon. But it’s as if another part of her brain has been hijacked to listen to him.
Still, she has enough of her wits to stay on guard, ready to pull out her weapon at a moment's notice.
They end up at a studio apartment. She doesn’t know who it belongs to but it’s clearly lived in. She half expects a swarm of demons to come out of the dark and ambush her, but it’s just her and Jinu.
“Where are we?” She asks but Jinu doesn’t respond. Instead he takes a look around the apartment himself as if this is also the first time he’s been here.
Happy with his inspection he turns back towards her. It’s not until his gaze is on her again that she realizes she’s let her sword disappear back into the honmoon.
She curses herself for being reckless but the shame doesn’t last long because in an instant Jinu is moving closer and kissing her.
She tenses up in shock, almost pushing him off her. But that feeling dissipates immediately.
A cloud of haze is forming in her brain, covering any coherent thought she has. All she can think about is him.
How good he feels against her, how warm his lips are. How much she wants him.
She wants him like she’s never wanted anyone before.
Like an animal in heat, something inside has shifted because in an instant her entire body is set ablaze. Suddenly her clothes are too stifling, she needs her skin against his.
So without hesitation she reached out for his shirt and started to tug on it. Taking the message he broke the kiss to start discarding his clothes, and without wasting any time she did the same.
She’s barely thinking, her brain is occupied with him and only him.
With no thought for consequences she flings her shirt off without even thinking about her patterns, and as soon as she’s undressed enough she’s back to kissing him again. The kiss is anything but sweet, it’s all heavy breaths and swollen lips.
Her clothes are off in a matter of minutes, he holds her body close to him, slowly walking them back and guiding them to the bed in the corner of the room.
He laid her down on the mattress, taking his time to stand over her as his eyes raked up her naked body. She squirmed in discomfort.
No one had ever seen her naked before.
The few times she has done…this. It’s always been with her shirt on. No one’s ever taken her like this. The thought both excites and scares her.
Jinu makes quick work taking off his pants until soon he’s standing naked over her, slowly descending in the bed with her. He plants himself between her legs and tenderly his hand reaches down to touch her.
He lightly grazes her stomach, his hand trailing lower and lower until it’s in between her legs, gently circling her clit.
She gasps as he touches her, she barely even touches herself there but the way he does it excites her. Instinctively she leans into his touch moving closer.
He smirks at her reaction “you wanna ride my fingers?” He asked dipping one inside her, she’s so wet already he’s met with no resistance. She can’t stop the quiet moan she lets out at the contact.
She nods eagerly as he slips another one in. “Maybe next time” he says wistfully as he starts fucking her with his fingers. She almost tells him there will be no next time, but then he starts rubbing her clit and all thought escapes her brain.
After a few minutes of stimulating her cunt he pulls his hand away. She whines loudly but he just laughs. He straightens up as he lines himself between her legs.
“You ready?” He asked, grabbing her leg and lifting it to his waist.
“Yes. Yes” she said breathlessly, amazed she even remembered how to form words. He sheathed himself inside her in one smooth thrust.
Rumi lets out a high desperate sound that she doesn’t recognize.
After that there was no hesitation, no check-ins. Jinu starts ravaging her body. He quickly finds a rhythm and starts fucking her with abandon.
It barely takes two minutes for her to completely fall apart, she’s practically putty under his touch.
“Please, please” she whispers the word over and over again, she doesn’t know what exactly she’s begging for. She just knows she wants him to do more.
More than just fuck her, she wants to feel him deep in her bones.
As if he can read her thoughts he lowers his head down to her neck. Kissing and biting leaving marks all over her skin. She moans through it all relishing the feeling of his teeth sinking into her skin.
Her screams dissolve into moans, and eventually sounds she can’t put a name on. Jinu is teasing sounds out of her she didn’t know she could make.
Once he’s done with her neck he moves to her shoulders.
He starts to trace her patterns with his tongue. She gasped and bucked her hips into him, her cunt tightening around him squeezing his cock inside her. He groaned “Fuck, do that again”
She groaned and wrapped her legs around his hips so she could feel more of him. He rewards her by burying himself deeper inside her.
Their moans echo off the walls, the room is filled with panting and mewls.
She was drunk. She hadn’t taken anything but she was intoxicated. She tried in vain to ground herself by staring at a spot in the wall, but he grabbed her face and pulled her to face him.
She’s not even lucid enough to feel shame over this, she doesn’t feel anything other than pleasure. She was completely thoughtless as he fucked her into the mattress. Helpless to do anything but lay there while he had his way with her.
“God you’re fucking beautiful like this” His words were a sweet contrast to the sinful things he was doing to her body. His hands were delicate in ways other parts were not.
The familiar knot was building in her stomach, she was crying out with every thrust that brought her closer to her orgasm.
She came with a shuddering cry, arching her back into him and digging her nails into his shoulders. She wanted to leave a mark.
He fucks her through her orgasm, cumming inside her as her orgasm reaches its peak. It’s the most intense feeling she’s ever had, and she swears she could see stars behind her eyelids.
For the first minute they stay still, brains completely offline as their bodies slowly stop shaking. Eventually he pulls out and collapses beside her.
Without thinking she moves close to him, draping her arm on his waist and resting her head on his chest. They lay there for a few minutes catching their breath and coming down from their highs.
As soon as his breathing has steadied he breaks away from her.
She lets out a small whine but he ignores it. In a blink he’s off the bed and putting on his clothes. She slowly sits up, hissing at the sudden soreness between her legs.
Once he’s fully dressed he starts grabbing her clothes. His movements are lighter now, almost airy. He walks around the room with an air of confidence. He’s gotten exactly what he wanted and he’s not afraid to be cocky about it.
If she was more lucid she’d be disgusted but right now the logical part of her brain has been subdued.
He hands her her clothes, she barely gives a smile in response.
She slips her clothes back on wordlessly, her senses slowly coming back to her. By the time she’s fully dressed the regret has finally hit her. The only thought in her head is that she has to get out of here.
She stood up with shaky legs, dreading the walk of shame back home.
As if reading her thoughts, Jinu gestured out the window.
“Alright, I’m gonna have Derpy take you home”
Too blissed out to refuse, she simply nodded. Even though she didn’t know who or what was a “derpy”
“Derpy” ended up being the blue creature who guided her here in the first place. He looked like a tiger but he was clearly something else.
Rumi almost asked Jinu what he was, but decided against it. It was better not to talk to him, she just wanted to go home. So she quickly climbed onto the tiger (creature?), pointedly avoiding eye contact with Jinu, not bothering with a goodbye.
She let the ride home pass by her in a blur. Using what little strength she had to hold on to the tiger's fur.
He dropped her off at her balcony and she fell to the ground smoothly. She mumbled a thank you to the tiger, although she didn’t know if it understood her anyway.
In any case the tiger just tilted his head dumbly before running off into the sky.
She slid the door open and slipped into her room quietly. Her eyes immediately fell to the piece of cloth still sitting on her bed but she quickly tore her eyes away. Instead she rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.
Now that she’s home the full weight of the situation finally seems to hit her.
She just had sex with a demon.
Somewhere, she’s sure her mother is laughing in heaven.
What happened? She’s never been so reckless. The thought of being with a demon has always disgusted her, never has she thought she might be attracted to one.
Even ignoring that he’s a demon, she’s never been one to jump into bed with someone. She’s only ever had sex with one person.
So what could have possibly compelled her to have sex with Jinu of all people, she hasn’t even known him for twenty four hours.
No. She doesn’t even know him at ALL.
God, maybe she’s losing it. The stress of her voice acting up and her patterns spreading are really getting to her. It was a moment of weakness, maybe she just needed to feel accepted, even if it came from him.
Come tomorrow she’ll pretend like it never happened. She’ll get up, go to practice like she does everyday and in a couple weeks the Saja boys will be history.
She’ll never have to think about this again.