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Be There For You (M)

Preview: “How can you be so ungrateful?” Jaemin pinches your chin with a sneer, jerking your neck back to look at him. “I’ve always been here for you. I watched over you, I made sure you survived.”

“You dragged me to hell!” You shout trying to twist out of his death grip.

“I saved your pathetic soul.” Jaemin snaps, pressing his nose against yours. “I sculpted you into everything you’ve become.”

“What do you want from me?”

Jaemin dips in further, blackened orbs burning straight into your mind. Lips writing words over yours with a low hiss ringing in your ears- “Everything.”

Pairing: Demon JaeminxFemale reader ft Jaehyun

Word Count: 6k

Genre: one shot(..), deal with the devil AU, PWP, dubcon/implied noncon(he’s a fucking demon..), death mentioned, M/F, dark fic, sacrilegious themes, major plot twist🐒

Smut Warning: oral, mild choking, slapping, degradation/praising, handcuffs, rimming

a/n: nana day🖤 don’t like it dont read it! bitch!

“Wake up.”

When we all fall asleep, where do we go? Reading the album title on your spotify app had you wondering the same. What were dreams? What was the point to them? Anything you found on google wasn’t helpful. Often time finding yourself way too late at night deep in forums full of crazy people discussing demon possession.. As if that’s possible, fucking crazies roaming around concocting bullshit stories of demons. Draining thoughts had the mark on your wrist itching. What seemed like a drunken mishap still adorning the inside of your wrist near 12 months later.

Your twenty first Birthday was spent getting day drunk- legally, for the first time. Jaehyun insisting to take you out for bottomless mimosas. Your now ex-boyfriend Jeno aiding on to more reason you needed to get fucked up. Ending up passed out together on his much too small couch. Limbs tangled when you awoke, clothes awkwardly unbuttoned. Memory blanking on what actually led to ending up here on his bare skin. Nose tickling against the hairs adorning the center of his chest had your nose twitching. Bottomless mimosas turning into bottomless barfing for hours in his toilet.

He was nice enough to take care of you, feigning guilt. Holding your hair back delicately, wiping your mouth clean. Squeezing in chances to help you down bubbling liquid that would calm your stomach.

“Jeno never liked drinking with me..” your voice breaks, holding back dry tears. Throat on fire after the last hour hacking your stomach up. “..well he never liked drinking. I guess this is why.”

Jaehyun releases a tired sigh, probably tired hearing you listen to you rant about fucking Jeno. Fingers massage your forehead, while a strong hand rubs up and down your spine.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. I gotta head out soon and relieve Jisung for his lunch.” Jaehyun helps you stand. Dampening a washcloth to clean the clammy sweat left on your face. Gently wiping your mouth, keeping you steady against his bathroom sink. “Hope I was able to make your Birthday some what fun?”

You take this opportunity to absorb Jaehyun’s features up close. The crinkles around his eyes when he smiles, the way the skin around his nose tightens in a stretch, his deep set dimples that make hearts swoon. He’d become such a reliable source of friendship to you after applying to work at a nearby coffee shop a year ago.

From the one to hire you to someone who would always find time for you. Whether it be driving you home late at night instead of letting you walk alone. Bringing extra food for lunch when he noticed your terrible diet, with the excuse of ‘cooked too much again’. To listening to you ramble about your ex-boyfriend and the beating your heart took. He was almost..perfect…The thought hits a nerve in your chest. Dropping your eyes to where his lips part open. Maybe Jaehyun wasn’t just a friend..

“Ow!” you lift your wrist with widened eyes. The skin appearing gnawed at, like teeth had dug in. “What the fuck?”

“Yea, you fell at some point. I had keep chasing you around. You can get pretty reckless with just a few drinks.” Jaehyun snorts, pulling off his shirt. Dragging fingers down his chest staring into the mirror behind you. As if he’s admiring himself for the first time. You can’t help but follow his hand slipping down to the dark trail of hair leading into his snug low rise jeans. Jaehyun’s brows lift finding you watching him. “What would you do without me?”

Jaehyun was right, he’d been your only source of sanity since that day. The mark on your wrist growing worse with time, like it’d been infected. Your friend always imploring for you to get it checked out. Stubbornly opting to bandage it up instead, because those copay visits to a doctor meant no food for a week. It didn’t bother much.. only when it was dark, and cold, and the moon hung too low. Paranoia extending for weeks on end whenever you were alone.

Sleep had become sparse. These weren’t just nightmares anymore, they felt too real. Fantasies you could not understand, secrets you never thought you had. It was terrifying, thrilling, emptying, too much to begin to comprehend.

Your eyes burn red staring at yourself in the mirror, wiping off the remnants of yesterdays makeup. What you should have done before bed last night- not that you got a wink of shut eye. Every step you took felt like drowning in quicksand. Standing beneath hot water with a shower to help you come to life before work was exhausting. The lack of sleep slipping reality into dreams. It was hard to differentiate what was real anymore.

With your head resting on the bathroom tile wall, your eyes slowly shut. Water beating down your back soothingly, relaxing you..

“You’ll never escape me.” The whisper curls in your ear jolting you alert. Knee knocking your shampoo bottle off it’s place. The sound shooting to your heart striking fear. You calm looking around spotting nothing out of the ordinary….but why…why was this happening. Why did this keep happening. Nothing made sense anymore, you never felt alone. Looking over your shoulder constantly to find no one there. A presence of someone, or something forever lingering. This had to be what losing your mind felt like…

The subway cart was full today, squishing between people on their way to work. Your head ducked, blinking your eyes trying to force tears to coat the dryness. You’d lost track of how much time had been spent awake by now. Staggering to hold yourself up, overdosing on unhealthy amounts of caffeine to avoid another bad dream. Another hazed vision of a life you could never fathom. Pornographic images played constantly with multiple men, doing things you couldn’t imagine. Things you silently wished to be real..

“I can make it all real.” Your head snaps when the words from a voice you’ve come to recognize play at your ear. Everyone around you was minding their business. Caught up in their own forms of escapism. The one most precious to you- sleep, stripped away from your mental well-being. This had to be a sickness, maybe your parents had mental issues you weren’t aware of.

Walking off the cart felt like the grim reaper was at your side. You kept your head low watching your feet making your way to work to avoid sparing another wasted glance. No one was ever there, a presence only you could feel. Death, something evil tickling your neck, luring you deeper in it’s hold. Slowing down passing near a church, seconds turning into minutes paying attention to every detail. The way some paint was chipped, moss growing on the roof. Tinted glass windows dawning faces of sorrow. It felt like they were pitying you, warning you.

The last time you’d attended church was back home. A reminder of your life growing up whenever you spotted one. Reminders of gospel, scripture, of Jeno. Memories of how young and dumb you were, all the mistakes you made together. Shaking your head when a rush of chills run down your spine you trudge on. The coffee shop only a block away from the station. Yet here you were running late, taking the long way for some reason..

Jaehyun’s bustling about when you scurry in, mouthing ‘sorry’ when your eyes meet his stressed expression.

He brushes off annoyance easily, never reprimanding you. You didn’t really deserve someone as nice as Jaehyun.. deciding to save that thought for later when he runs to another customer snapping fingers at him.

Your fingers jab at the touch screen register, shaking off your wrist. Skin itching under the fresh bandage you’d wrapped it in today. Hissing under your breath as the ache grew intensely.

“Shit..” you mumble to yourself. Punching in a different set of numbers to clock in.

“What’s going on? Forgot your log in again?” Jaehyun, not only your saving grace but also your manager gives you a knowing look. Already all too familiar with your ‘memory loss’.

“Yes.. I’m sorry Jae. It’s just finals coming up, I’ve been stressed out..”

“Still having those nightmares too?” Jaehyun reaches over you swiping a card attached to his wrist. “Good thing you have all the free caffeine available at your fingertips here.”

You tie up your apron, quietly thanking Jaehyun for clocking you in. It wasn’t just the studying, it was hardly the studying. Most days spent in front of your books staring at jumbled words. Nightmares, if that’s what you could call them, growing much worse with each passing day. It was like you were trapped in some type of hell. All of it felt too real to be a dream. Even waking up with scratch marks on your thighs and hips. Heart pounding out of your chest down to your navel. Waking up dry heaving, falling into a mess of tears from distress.

You wipe down the counter, catching glimpses of yourself. Reflection showing you sunken in eyes, skin drained of life. It wasn’t you anymore, a shell of who you once were. Only averaging two, three hours of sleep at most if the exhaustion set in finally. You pondered too often- what had changed? After your twenty first Birthday these dreams had begun. Your diet was the same, stress no different, cycling through the same lifestyle over all. Maybe it was time for a visit to the doctors. Near twelve months of this was too long, your own stubbornness the only thing holding you back.

“Can you get that?” Jaehyun calls to you. Following the sound of the door bell chimes.

“Yea one second..” Tossing aside the dirty cloth you’d been wiping down the cold brew machines with, you turn ready to welcome a customer.

Breath knocks out of your lungs as if some 400 pound sumo wrestler drop kicked you. Gasping out, neck burning up. Your hands come around your throat trying to suck in air. Choking on dryness, as if all oxygen had disappeared. The man standing behind the counter stares at you, eyes intrigued watching the scene unfold before him. Finger tapping on the marble, growing impatient with your dramatic reaction.

Jaehyun jogs the small distance between you, hand clapping down on your back. Eyebrows shoot to his forehead with concern. You cough, hacking up, chest constricting with every drawn in breath. Air failing you, Jaehyun’s mouth moves. Words muted to your ears, ringing sounds clogging your senses.

The man behind the counter smirks to himself. Finger dragging along the back of the register. Eyes scanning the pastries in the display case.

“Hmm, chocolate croissants.. I’m feeling a bit famished I suppose..” with a sigh, his fingers snap. A gust of air rushing to your chest. Head falling back gasping short of breath. As if something... someone had finally released their hold on your neck. Someone finally got their hands on you, warning you of what’s to come.

“Are you okay??” Jaehyun’s looks fearful, watching the blood drain from your face. You swallow, tongue running over the roof of your mouth. Head nodding slowly in response. A throat obnoxiously clearing out loud in front of you.

“Oh I’m so sorry Sir.. my apologies..” Jaehyun gives you another glance, lowly whispering. “Maybe you should go take a break?”

“No no..” your head shakes, trembling legs carrying you forward. Jaehyun had been too understanding with you. It wasn’t his fault you were probably losing your mind. Reminding yourself to google mental health disorder symptoms later. You tap at the register, licking over your dried cracked lips.

“What can I get started for you today?” you ask, focusing on your jittery hands.

“I’m going to ruin you.” A husky voice whispers in your mind. Eyes shooting up to the man before you. It’s deafening, seeing someone like him up close. A small smile playing on his lips, mischievous eyes barreling into yours.

“E-excuse me?” You stutter, throat feeling tight again. A needy ache crawling from your spine to your gut. Wrist tormented down to the bone, uncomfortably bending it at an awkward angle to find relief.

“I said Iced Americano.” He sighs, body leaning over the counter. Palms flat on the surface, neck cracking to one side. “Five shots over ice. Can you do that?”

The questions intention to make you feel dumb. As if making an Americano is too difficult for you. Teeth gritting with annoyance, eyes unable to move off of him. Something so familiar, and terrifying. Bile rising in your chest the longer you stare.

“Apple pay?” He questions unlocking his phone. You slowly nod watching long fingers swipe over the screen. “Oh and a chocolate croissant. The devil’s favorite you know.”

That... was odd.. then again customers often said random things. Typically earning a fake laugh and smile. This one receiving nothing but a frown, a concerned gaze.

“Name for the order please?” you sulkily ask, forcing yourself to keep your eyes trained ahead. Pretending to care about whatever you’re inputting on the screen.

“Jaemin. You know, like the demon.” Again, that was odd.. you nervously wipe your palm down your apron with a nod.

“We’ll call your name when your orders ready.” You move to spin around, his hand reaches past register. Jaemin grips your wrist loosely, fingertips hot on your flesh. Your teeth grit in pain, skin incinerating beneath his grasp.

“Say, do we.. know each other?” His question’s diabolic, arrogant. Sirens in your mind go off with warning. You pull free of his hold, stepping further away. Hiding your hands behind your back attempting to soothe your scolding skin.

“We don’t.” Your eyes drift to his cocky face. A sparkle, something evil hidden in those eyes of his. Screaming danger, instincts telling you to run for it.

“Must have been a dream.” He smirks. Mouth left open enough to spot his tongue drag over the back of his teeth. Turning his body away with eyes lingering over you. He sets down at a table near the wall, foot on his knee with a spread open cross of his legs.

Jaehyun places down an iced Americano speedily, shooting you a wink with a tap to the bell sat on the counter “I’ll handle register, lines starting to get crazy again.”

Barely conscious your chin nods, staring at the plastic cup gathering moisture. Jaehyun having to explain the difference between oat and almond milk as more customers line up with arms crossed waiting. The guy who ordered the Americano….Jaemin or something, completely engulfed in his phone.

“Order ready!” You pipe up annoyed. His smile growing larger the longer he ignores you tapping at his phone screen. It shouldn’t be this frustrating, plating the warmed up slice of chocolate cake in anger. The devil and god raging inside your chest. Protect yourself, but you’ll never know from what.

“Here’s your cake” you set down the plate with a loud clatter. Spilling some of his drink in the process. Jaemin’s face turning so slowly with a tightened jaw. His eyes spark red, flames behind the iris, black consuming over the whites. Mouth parting open all too wide sporting sharpened teeth-

“I don’t want your shitty cake. I want your soul.”

Your hand flies to cover your chest with a deep inhale taking a step back, exasperated “what?!”

“I said, I ordered a croissant. How does this place have such great reviews on yelp? You new or something?” He scoffs, picking up the fork teetering. Diving into the wrong order no less. “Devil’s food cake… ah, I suppose that will do. His second favorite. No tip for you though.” He says with a wink.

Your face contorts in agony, like a dagger had just pricked you in the chest. Clutching at your heart watching him divulge into the cake. The heat around you feeling too alive, swallowing down a cracked shout. You spin on your heel returning behind the counter. Bent over gripping around the edge. Pulse on your wrist throbbing so loud you could swear it’s beating beneath the bandage.

“Maybe you should take the rest of the day off..” Jaehyun appears at your side. Fingers sweeping sweat slicked strands of hair away from your jawline. Mouth tight with concern. “Jisung will be in soon to relieve me. I can manage until then.”

“Jae no..” you start, pausing when Jaehyun’s dimples pop out. His arm wraps around your waist helping you stand straight.

“I’m serious, I’ll get you a cab. You look like you just went through hell. I think this lack of sleep’s doing a number on your physical well-being. First thing tomorrow I’m driving you to get checked out.” Jaehyun pokes your chin, leading you to the door. The unease whirling around your stomach heightens. Glancing over your shoulder where Jaemin was…no longer to be found. Nothing left behind on the table, as if he had never been there to begin with.

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Goodbye to sleep

I think this staying up

Is exactly what I need

The record plays, scratching as it spins fiercely before your eyes. Hours of sitting in a trance watching the black scratched up vinyl play. All these songs about sleep, dreams…what if..

A knock at your door breaks your thought, followed by a familiar “it’s me.”

Jaehyun.

“What are you..” Jaehyun holds up bags of take-out with a soft smile before you can finish your sentence. Stepping aside to let him in, he was really too good to be true.

“If I stay the night, think you can get some sleep?” Jaehyun twirls noodles around a plastic fork with question. Lifting a thick brow with his hand held out feeding you. Insisting to feed you, because you looked too feeble and weak to even lift a can of coke.

“You don’t have to do that..” you say behind a napkin, patting off grease left behind on your lip.

“I want to, I’m seriously worried about you. That panic attack you had at work today..” Jaehyun explains. You straighten up tilting your head.

“Panic attack?”

“Yea, you couldn’t breathe..” he turns toward you full body. Boney knee rubbing against yours. Hand settling on your inner thigh. “You dropped that plate of chocolate cake..”

“What?? No..I….that guy! I brought it to him!” You protests leaning in closer. Jaehyun’s brows meet completely lost.

“What guy?” The question rushes images of Jaemin to your mind. He…he wasn’t there when you had left..Jaehyun leading you out right past where he sat…

“Jaem….that guy!!” Your breath catches. Rushes of worry and fear flooding your mind intensely once again.

“Shh shh it’s okay..” Jaehyun pulls you into his chest. Scent on his t-shirt carrying coffee grounds and sweetness. Like a steamy cup of brew with hints of peach. “I think I should stay.. it’s okay..”

Jaehyun’s lips press to the side of your forehead. Pressing you flat against his chest. Thighs draping around his narrow hips. It wasn’t unusual to end up in each other’s arms most nights, maybe after a movie marathon or too many beers. The burden you’d become for him clawing guilt at your chest.

“I’m so sorry..” you mumble along the warm skin adorning his collar. Jaehyun hums, cradling you with ease. Gently moving you with him running fingers up and down your spine.

“Don’t apologize to me baby.. you’ve been through too much. Losing your parents so young like that..” Jaehyun coo’s. Nose digging against your cheek soothingly. “Moving away from the only life you knew, having to figure everything out for yourself so young. It’s expected you’d feel this way after all that.”

“Jae..” the tips of your noses meet, brushing against each other softly. Heavy eyelids shutting under his strong yet gentle touches. Lips meet shyly pressing together, your chest tightening when he deepens. Want and need behind his movements awakens life between your bodies. Jaehyun’s lips drop to your chin with a soft peck.

“Bed?” He whispers deeply. Forehead bumping together in nod. Jaehyun stands carrying you through your tiny apartment. Record player long forgotten drifting sounds of scratches.

Sleep was the last thing on your mind as Jaehyun laid you down. Hands tightening on his shoulders, begging with your eyes instead of words. Innocent curious kisses quickly heating up into passionate strokes of tongues.

Maybe this was what you needed, some dick to put you to sleep. Jaehyun’s tongue licked down your stomach. Hands prying your underwear off in an eager rush. Large hands splaying over your breasts. Thumbs rolling the hardened buds perked on your chest.

Bare skin on bare skin rolled around together, teasing at your lower halves. Desperately moaning like a needy slut when his hand slaps your ass. Breath’s puff against your ear, turning you over. Cupping your hips, pulling you up on all fours. Your arms stretch out tugging your bed sheets between fingers. Jaehyun’s warm breath trails down your back. Low blast of air conditioning mixing with the smell of sweat, smell of humid sex.

Jaehyun’s cock parts your folds, sinking in letting out deep groans. The combination of your drained mind and spent body making it all the easier to use you. Hands circle your neck from behind, pulling you up to your knee’s. Hips fuck into you faster exerting heavy grunts behind your ear. You rooms dark, shadows painting your walls thanks to a small candle wax burner. Mind lost to the heat building up between your thighs. Balls slapping against your clit with every powerful thrust.

“Fuck baby..” Jaehyun groans. Hand scooping your chin, tongue circling your ear. Mumbling praises of how good you feel. Moans breaking under every squeeze around his length. A strong thrust up widens your eyes. Screaming out when Jaemin’s eyes appear before you. Like a shadowy figure in your mirror, standing behind Jaehyun’s exposed figure. Languidly rolling the tip of his tongue along his upper lip. Jaemin’s brow quirks, releasing tremors through your chest ending at the base of your spine.

“Oh fu..fuck…I’m cumming!” With a shout full of agony your walls convulse around Jaehyun. Eyes never breaking from Jaemin. Jaehyun’s hips faltering, gritting rasped moans from your climax.

This couldn’t be real, Jaemin wasn’t real. Jaehyun shoves your upper back down, hips pistoning into your heat. Pounding against your ass chasing his release. Black orbs spin your mind around, screaming with a bite on your fist as you cum again. Limbs loosening, falling flat against your bed. Jaehyun’s cum spilling across your ass, murmuring something. Too spent, sinking deeper into a black ocean full of Jaemin. Your eyes fall shut with no control. Willpower to avoid sleep finally losing.

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The room you awake in seems ominously familiar. Your eyes squint taking in everything. It was cold, hot, your skin clammy with a dry sweat. Everything hot, air prickles painfully at your skin with any movement. Ears clogged up listening to the faint echoes of ear shattering screams flow from behind cave-like walls. It ached to hear, tormented painful cries, it felt like..

“Like hell?” Jaemin.

He takes his time walking around you, spinning a set of small keys around. Lifting a brow your way when the metal handcuff on your wrist noisily clanks about your shaking arm.

“You’re not gonna get away with this! Someone will come looking for me!!” It’s impossible not to break into a cry mid-scream. It was him- all of this. Him. The restless nights sat up in bed terrified to shut your eyes. There was no point in denying the obvious anymore, a fucking demon.

“That’s a smart girl. Here I thought you’d be completely brainless by now.” Jaemin let’s out an exasperated sigh. Setting his bottom down on the bed you’re trapped to. His arm extends dropping the keys atop a table nearby. Just far enough out of reach, just close enough for you to struggle with hopes of freeing yourself. “I warned you didn’t I?”

“Why..” you insists, seeking some clarity. Questions didn’t matter, he knew all your thoughts. Every deep dark desire, every feeling of guilt. Any worry, all the stress he brought you. He knew it all, he was in you.

“That’s not my answer to give you..unfortunately my angel.” Jaemin makes quick to move, straddling your lap. His fingers play with the strings holding the thin robe covering your body together.

“Don’t..” you fret, sinking your lower half deeper into the bed. His teeth shine on full display, slowly untying you.

“Don’t act so innocent now angel..” Jaemin scoops down, lips pressing to your ear in whisper. “..or was it, puppy? You always liked that didn’t you?”

Your brows twists, grunting a weak breath. Obscene images playing in your head, things that still didn’t make sense. Dreams…he’d been controlling all of them..pulling you deeper into a world of sin..

“That’s right angel..” with a soft kiss to your earlobe Jaemin pushes the material off your body. Sitting up placing warm, hot hands on your ribcage. Digging fingers into each dip between bone, sharp nails leaving marks. “My little slut who does anything for cock.”

“No..” your head shakes, resisting. Resisting the wanton need eating at your insides. The odd attachment and draw sucking you deeper into his games. This had to be another bad dream. Another inexplicable dream bordering sick fantasy.

Bending over, Jaemin engulfs your breast, squeezing around your jaw with the other. “This is our reality now, I know exactly what you need.”

“I don’t!” You abruptly shout, ripping your wrist against the metal keeping you in place. Burning pain drags through your arm marking cuts into your skin.

“You do.” Jaemin’s tongue drags across his lower lip. He moves in slow-motion easing garments off his body. Unbuttoning down the shirt hiding his defined stomach and chest. “Human dreams are so interesting. It’s like God created an easy portal. Allowing me to enter your spirit and lay down the ground to slowly destroy you.”

Jaemin lifts your free hand forcing your touch down each dip of muscle on his defined stomach. “Just how you like it right? I didn’t choose this useless human form for myself, I’ll have you know. Quite thoughtful if you ask me.”

Your fingers freeze on his skin racking shivers through your limbs. Lighting flames in your gut no less, body betraying you reacting the way he wanted. The way he’d always planned for.

“Leave me alone!” Shouting with failing attempt to pull from his grip. Jaemin lifts your hand to his lips, dribbling spit down your long fingers. Liquid fire cooling the aching cold. Hot and cold, heaven and hell, good and evil. The embodiment of wickedness slurping at your flesh. Sucking in two fingers to the back of his throat singing moans of ecstasy.

“God..” you squirm beneath his weight. Sweat dripping from your hairline to brow, weak with anger. Slick pulsating from your core the harder he sucks. With a slow drag of his tongue between your two fingers, he pulls off.

“I prefer Jaemin.” His cocky smirk has you clenching around nothing, empty. Hungry and empty, craving the hell in his eyes. Carnal desire to be destroyed clouding your head. The voice breaking free in your mind imploring you to get fucked. Break me, ruin me, breed me.

“That’s my angel, my slutty little whore.” Jaemin shifts down, kissing over your mound. Unbuckling his hardened length as his mouth finds home between your thighs. Jaw hinging open, tongue laving over your soaked insides.

“Ah..no…” Yes. Yes. Yes. It felt so good. Jaemin’s mouth knowing exactly what to do. Gripping the meat on your inner thighs roughly. Tongue curling in your hole, panting between thrusts of his expert mouth. Water filled your lungs neglecting your straining eyes. Head tossing around, Jaemin shoving your thighs up revealing both of your needy holes. Tongue wiggling deeper swallowing every drip of wetness seeping from your core.

“No!” Your teeth bury into your lower lip. Back arching up, hips circling fucking against his long fat tongue. Pleading for more, bigger, something to make it hurt. Thrashing with a shout weakly when his tongue prods at your ass. Jaemin grunts lapping at your clenched up rim.

“Nasty whore always loved taking it in the ass hmm” his wet lips mumble against your puckered hole. Tongue slipping through the closed up entrance swallowing taste of shame down his throat. Groans vibrate past his neck, traveling up your spine. Twisting up with sounds of metal clattering by your head as you struggle.

“FUCK! yes!!” Jaemin’s thumb presses on your clit. Rolling the bundle of nerves around, bending you further uncomfortably. Tongue engulfed between your ass hungrily gliding over every dip and crevice. Eyes lit up watching you break and succumb. Thighs tremble surrounding his head. Your eyes rolling back, like a demon had possessed your body.. shaking and crying under his ministrations.

Jaemin slides out with a lewd slurp around your asshole. Quickly mounting you, legs thrown over his broad shoulders. Thick cock dragging between your convulsing cunt. “Feels good, always playing hard to get. Always unfold for me, cry around my cock. Beg for mercy, come crawling back for more.”

It’s delirious, head filling with the need for Jaemin. Unlocking memories, fantasies, dreams you fought off for months. Body weight folds you up further, fat cock head pressing to your waiting entrance. Wetness covering his size, dripping down to his balls. It’s disgusting, filthy, brokenly shuddering out a moan with his first thrust.

“Tight as ever angel. So fucking good around my cock.” Jaemin’s nose meets yours. Evil smile growing larger as he penetrates deeper. Massive size splitting you open, stretching you so full with every intention to destroy you. Waves of heat pass through your lungs shooting around your limbs. Jaemin only half way in forcing impure sounds from the back of your throat.

A fucking demon, a fucking demon. Thrusting deeper in your pussy slapping your thigh aggressively. “Opening for me so good angel. You want it? Tell me you fucking want it.” Jaemin grits past grinding teeth. Black soulless eyes burning holes into your skull. He plunges in fully, neck thrown back displaying a defined Adam’s apple covered in webs of veins.

Sniffling, nodding endlessly agreeing to anything he says- “I…I…I wan….want it..”

Jaemin grunts, hoisting your knee’s over thick muscular arms. Rolling hips against your ass savoring the clench of your cunt wrapped around him. Laughing between a moan in satisfaction- “Good angel, perfect little slut.”

“Jaemin!” Your eyes squeeze shut. The demon pulling back only to rapidly thrust his entire size back in. Fucking into you with abandon, mercilessly. Eyes completely painted black above you drawing in shallow breaths. His mouth hung open thrusting deeply. Hitting every sweet spot inside you effortlessly. Your face squeezes up releasing screams, sounds of overbearing pleasure. Cries of wanton depraved lust, mind lost. Eyes snapped shut unable to shed tears.

He’s so big and long, breaching you fully. His hips shift turning you into a sobbing mess, wishing for tears to cool your burning skin. Cock angled perfectly hitting it just right. Jaemin grinds in balls deep, wetness smeared on his thighs. The weight of his hands on your chest feel like cement burying you deeper into the bed. Drilling deeper, edging you closer to your climax. Visions of Jaemin blocked out from your mind flashing before your eyes.

Pulling out with a slam forward, headboard hitting hard wall too noisily with every unforgiving thrust in. Sharp hips plummet against you, powerfully inhumane strength fucking you into hell. Jaemin slaps your chests, shouting with pointed thrusts- “Cum! Cum! Fucking cum!”

Sounds of ragged breaths and metal scrapping against the floor go mute. A deafening wave of pleasure coursing throughout your body, mind, spirit. Cumming harder than you ever have before. Pussy wildly gripping around the demon, possessively wanting more. A little death collapsing you flat against the bed, shallowly gulping for air. Jaemin shoving fully in dropping your legs. Screaming in his throat, filling you to the brim with hot spurts of cum.

The awful realization of what just took place hits all too fast. Watching the demon held up on elbows above you catch his breath. Jaemin’s head lifts, huffing in annoyance. Cock painfully gliding out, leaving your hole gaped spilling evidence of your sin.

“How can you be so ungrateful?” Jaemin pinches your chin with a sneer, jerking your neck back to look at him. “I’ve always been here for you. I watched over you, I made sure you survived. You owe me that pussy.”

“You dragged me to hell!” You shout trying to twist out of his death grip.

“I saved your pathetic soul.” Jaemin snaps, pressing his nose against yours. “I sculpted you into everything you’ve become.”

“What do you want from me?” The question’s a plea. Unsure yourself how any of this could be real. You didn’t feel like yourself anymore, none of this felt like…you.. tightening the thin garment over your exposed skin reminding yourself to have some shame.

Jaemin dips in further, blackened orbs burning straight into your mind. Lips writing words over yours with a low hiss ringing in your ears- “Everything.”

“I’m yours! Leave me alone! Leave Jaehyun alone!” You scream struggling against the black metal headboard Jaemin has you locked up to. Worry of Jaehyun back in your room, pacing distres. Your dry eyes shut in defeat, tears were useless.

“Jaehyun?” Jaemin let’s out a drawn out laugh. “Ah, Jaehyun isn’t the problem.”

“Heard my name” Jaehyun struts in, accompanied by the sound of leather boots hitting the chilling ground. Black hair slicked back out of his face displaying a serious expression.

“Ah, so you’re responding to the humans name now? Finally accommodated to that vessel?” Jaemin mocks your ‘friend’. Both of them sharing an amused look.

“You’re one to talk Dagon…or shall I say, Jaemin” Jaehyun smirks with a scoff. Finger tapping at the bottom of Jaemin’s chin. “You little shit, just had to show up when I was deep in those guts.”

“You should be thanking me!” Jaemin enunciates proudly. Shifting his gaze back to you, tongue dragging along his teeth. “Got to experience the bloodline of Lilith cum around your cock thanks to me.”

“She would have came for me regardless.” Jaehyun steps forward. Or someone who looked like Jaehyun. He crouches down to meet you at eye level. “Even now she wishes to save my soul.”

Your eyes droop unable to hold his stare. Jaehyun..why would he be here..It was all too confusing, this couldn’t be reality..

“Oh but it is reality my precious angel.” Jaemin sits at your side, dragging a sharp fingernail up your thigh. He’s buried in your thoughts, running through your mind, toying with your every idea. “Your friend Jaehyun? Dead. Your family? All gone. My job here would be done, if not for that meddling..”

Jaehyun interrupts, standing up straight- “Do not speak of him, you know how it makes Samael feel.”

“Yes yes, fucking Lucifer can’t even clean up his own mess. Has to send his right hand man to earth to fulfill some bullshit prophecy.” Jaemin tsks. Squeezing fingers around your thigh. “Can’t say I don’t understand after I got a taste of how sweet it can be..”

Jaehyun slaps him away, quickly yanking your wrist. You gasp in fear as he turns your arm, tracing over the mark fully developed now. The sick glint in his eyes sparkles proudly, rushing memories from the morning after your Birthday. Sat in Jaehyun’s bathroom where he played ignorant, blaming the mark on your drunken behavior.

“The mark of the beast” his eyes lift to yours placing a kiss on your raised skin. “You made it a little too easy when you got drunk enough to pass out on your Birthday. Humans, so simple.”

“6 months before turning 21, hired at a coffee shop. 6 months of dreams tormenting you, training you, building you into a perfect slut. 6 months later that I spent breaking you down to nothing, here you are. A near perfect whore for the devil.” Jaemin grins, snapping fingers at Jaehyun. The other demon, the false prophet, Lucifer’s right hand man lifts your wrist to your face.

666, the mark of the beast. The proof, the claim as his.

“Why…I don’t…I don’t understand..” you sniffle, nose burning from overuse. Weakly flopping against the headboard. Drained of life, drained of your soul.

“You called for him, so we found you.” Jaehyun unlocks the handcuff on your other wrist. Hands reach out, pulling open the thin robe concealing your body, eyeing over Jaemin’s work.

“Who?..” You question faintly. Nausea building in your stomach under their demonic soulless eyes.

Jaemin inches in closer hovering above you. “Samael.”

Jaehyun laughs, picking you up in his arms. Carrying you out of the room through a long hallway leading to what could only be your impending fate.

“Samael to us. Johnny to her.”