#demon suga

Slipping your phone back into your pocket you let out a dramatic sigh as you were greeted by the doorman to your apartment complex, giving him a small wave you made your way into the building and to your apartment.

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The sound of your password being accepted chimed into the empty apartment, grunting as you threw your shoes off and tossed your heavy coat and scarf somewhere on the floor. The only thing you handled with care was your work bag, the contents being somewhat fragile. After you placed it in the closet you started to strip your clothes off, picking them up and tossing them into a hamper that was overflowing with your clothes. 

Now completely naked you made your way to the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror you licked at your chapped lips before chewing on the lower lip. You looked wrecked, tired, and in your own opinion- like shit. No wonder he hasn't tried anything with you lately, he had barely been around when you were home. The only times he seemed to be home were on sunday afternoons, nursing a hangover or at the early hours of the morning before heading off to his own job. Still staring at your reflection you thought about your relationship, where it had all gone wrong. How it all went wrong, you’d known for almost a year now and he still didn’t think you knew. He still told you sweet nothings, still attempted to appear innocent in your eyes.

 At first- when you found out, you were so stressed out and in shock from it all that you fell ill. You even had to be hospitalized, you lost weight and your health plummeted. He slept by your side in the hospital which made it even worse, you wanted to die. You wanted to end everything, leave a note and let him live with the guilt of being the reason you had ended it all. 

You had wanted nothing more than to watch him squirm in self loathing, unfortunately you learned that would never happen. Coming to your senses while you would watch his sleeping figure every night in the hospital bedroom you realized someone like him, someone who would lie to your face every single day and still be by your side showing no signs of guilt- would never feel what you wanted him to. You had been together for four years, he was your first serious relationship. You had opened yourself up to him reluctantly after giving in to his constant pursuit of you. You had spilled almost everything about yourself to him, the trauma you went through, the betrayal you’ve experienced before and the lies everyone of your past always tried feeding you. He swore he’d never be like them, he’d promised with tears in his eyes and a look of pure passion and determination that he would never hurt you like they did. But surprise surprise, he did. Walking over to the large jetted tub you turned the faucet on to start filling the tub up, sitting on the edge of it with your hands clasped together as your mind went over it all over and over again.

 After being released from the hospital you had tried to convince yourself it was a misunderstanding, as stupid as that was. You knew for a fact what he had done, and what he was still doing. You just didn’t have the strength or the money to let him go, for months you tried to ignore it and live with him as you did before. Though once you had uncovered the truth you only noticed very obvious signs of his infidelity, everything started to become clearer as time went on. You only felt pain and sorrow for a month, after that it was pure rage and hatred. You still wanted him, which made you even angrier, you wouldn’t refuse his touch and gave into him even when he smelt like the others. 

You’d cry to yourself while in the shower, silently so he wouldn’t hear. Though part of you wished he would, you wanted him to know your pain but the other part wanted him to see how devoted you were to him. For him to realize what he would lose, for him to come clean himself. He never did. You had mood swings more often then you’d like to admit, more times where you were tempted to jump off the balcony just to rid yourself of the images and sounds that were burned into your brain. Times where you’d shower him with so much love and affection in hopes he’d stay with you and stop seeing the others, he got annoyed with you. He told you that you were acting strange, you started stress eating. 

You gained weight, he had noticed your mood swings accompanied with the slight weight gain and the next time you had arrived home you were met with a note and a pregnancy test on your bed. “Tell me the results, we’ll sort out what to do if it’s positive” Nothing else, no “I love you” no nothing. 

You had taken it because it was bought and even though you knew it was going to be negative you did it anyways, it came back negative. Snapping a photo you sent it to him, “It’s negative” you had sent with it. The message had been read but no reply was ever given, in fact he never mentioned it ever again. 

Tapping your fingers against the porcelain you turned and switched the faucet off, stepping into the tub you let the burning hot water scald your skin. Pain was something you were use to, heat didn’t really have an effect on you anymore. 

Closing your eyes you tried to focus on what you felt remembering it all, something you did often to test how much you still cared about it all. You felt little to nothing, what you did feel was numbness and anger. Mostly numbness, your friends being the only happiness in your life now, he had snuffed out the light inside you when he had decided to cheat and lie. As time went on you had decided to push the truth from him, watching him panic and try to cover up his own mistakes was always humorous for you. Correcting the stories he’d fabricate, “The dentist? I thought you were golfing?” you’d ask even though he had actually said he was going to the gym. He’d laugh nervously and say “Oh right! Sorry it’s just been so busy today babe” before giving the top of your head a quick kiss and running to the bathroom. 

Or when you’d pick up his phone and ask who’s name that was on his notifications, he’d snatch the phone away so fast it almost made you impressed with his reflexes. He’d say it was a co worker, a cousin, a friend. You thought he knew you knew, though using your own wit you’d learned that he thought you were just very content and not at all suspicious of anything after awhile. 

He had thought you were completely sure he’d never leave or hurt you, something he had hoped he would make you feel. What sickened you the most was that he wanted you still, he wanted you to be his constant while the others were ever changing. He was so stupid, you had already sent a few boxes to Namjoon’s, he had offered to beat the shit out of Jackson when he had heard about what was going on. Though all you asked was a place to keep some things as you slowly faded from Jackson’s life, a man who could light up an entire room and pump everyone up. Who would’ve thought he could do this, you most certainly didn’t think it was possible. 

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Scrubbing your face with a washcloth covered in hot water and face wash you got rid of the makeup from the day, the sounds of the bathroom door opening making you freeze. Rinsing your face quickly you reached over to the side of the tub and patted your face dry before looking to the door, him. “Oh hey, you’re home” you said in a monotone voice, before relaxing more into the water. Jackson smirked at you as his eyes raked over your body that was hidden beneath the water, “Mind if I join babe?” he asked already stripping his clothing off.

 “I actually want to de-stress if you don’t mind” mentally imagining yourself drowning him as you stared at his now naked form. You noticed the red marks and bruising on his chest and pelvic area, raising a brow you decided not to say anything. Normally Jackson only stripped in the dark or changed in the bathroom, you knew why but it was odd that he wasn’t trying to hid the love marks you hadn’t given him. 

Jackson made his way over to the tub anyways, “Don’t be like that babe, just let me help you relax” he said in a sultry tone. Shrugging you brought your knees to your chest, reaching to the corner of the tub you grabbed a bath bomb and dropped it in. You didn’t want to constantly stare at the marks given to him by other women, though you were happy to notice that your stomach didn’t churn at the sight. No anxiety was triggered by the sight, it meant you were finally moving on emotionally from him even quicker than you had thought. 

Jackson stared at the fizzing orb for a few seconds too long making you cough awkwardly, “Something wrong?”. Jackson shook his head before climbing into the colorful water, “Shit! Why is it so hot?!” he shouted as his foot flinched back from the waters. Frowning you looked at him confused, he knew you loved taking scorching hot baths so why was he confused now? “Jackson you know I like my water this hot, I always have”. You noticed his eyes scanning the water before swallowing thickly, as he lowered himself into the water you felt your lips turn upright into a smile at his discomfort. “Sorry babe, I must’ve forgot” he nervously laughed out, finally settling in the waters he went silent as he stared at your body. Stretching your legs out since there was plenty of room for that in the oversized jetted tub you reached over again to the corner and grabbed a bubble bar, placing it in the water and breaking it apart while sloshing the water about. 

Bubbles meant more privacy even if it meant too many chemicals in the water, Jackson’s form seemed to be entranced by the rapidly growing number of bubbles as you kept making more and more until the bar was gone. Glancing at Jackson you saw he was now staring at you, a smirk on his lips as he slowly made his way over to your side of the tub. Your body was still use to his advances, not tensing up as you would’ve liked. “What are you doing Jackson?” you asked un-amused as he wedged himself between your legs with his arms on either side of them. “I want to help you relax a little kitten” he chuckled darkly as he leaned closer to your face as if going in for a kiss, your suspicions confirmed when he closed his eyes and started puckering his lips. 

You kept leaning your head back trying to move away from his advances, you were sure at least four chins had appeared on you while trying to lean farther and farther away from him. Finally you just turned your head, his lips collided with your cheek. You could feel him pull back, obviously surprised by your rejection “Awe come on, stop playing hard to get. Be good for me kitten”. 

Your brows furrowed as you finally registered the unfamiliar term he used with you, he never called you anything other than babe or “_____”. Turning to look him in the face you studied his eyes, pupils dilated much larger than normal. Groaning you placed a hand on your head, “I’m sorry Jackson, my head just hurts so much” you whined dramatically. He must’ve been on something, he normally didn’t act like this. At least not anymore, you watched as he moved away from you a bit with an irritated look on his face. “I’m sorry...I know you must’ve wanted some steamy bathtub sex but my head is just killing me” you whined out in a small voice, Jackson sighed before smiling weakly. “It’s fine, let's get you to bed yeah?” he stepped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his waist before turning to you and extending a hand, reluctantly you took it and stepped out. 

You could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched the suds run down your curves that had been hidden in the water, an animalistic growl leaving his body as he pulled you into him. His hands ran up and down your sides before gripping your plump ass, “Damn kitten why were you hiding all this from me?” he practically moaned out as he pressed himself against your wet form. Placing both of your hands on his chest you pushed away, “My headache Jackson, I really can’t do this right now” you whimpered out. Looking up at him you pouted, it was all for show but he didn’t know that. Jackson sighed in annoyance and quickly released your body, turning to leave the bathroom without so much as a word to you. You were mad but pleased that he had left you alone, though when he was leaving the room you did notice the scratch marks on his back that once again- you did not leave. Clicking your tongue you wrapped a towel around your body and walked out of the bathroom heading for your room, you had been staying in the guest room for awhile. 

Telling Jackson it was because of the different sleep schedules you both had, he seemed to buy it. Walking past your once shared bedroom you saw Jackson sitting on the edge of the bed watching something on the TV, once you reached your room you stepped inside and dropped the towel to find some comfy clothes. “____? Where are you?” Jackson’s voice rang out, wasn’t it obvious? You had gone to your room, he was acting so strange, even for him. “Getting clothes” you replied flatly and with little to no volume, you didn’t really care if he heard or not. 

Sounds of footsteps sounded before you could tell he was at your doorway, “What? I’m just getting clothes”. 

“Why in this room though? Why aren’t you in our room?” he asked, making you freeze and turn to look at him with a bewildered look on your face. “This is my room Jackson, my clothes are in here because this is where they’re kept”, apparently he wasn’t aware of that because his eyes widened with shock before he walked away into the living area.

 You could hear him padding around the apartment, “Why are you staying apart from me? Did I do something?”. His form was once again at your door, though this time you were clothed and even more confused by his behavior, “Our sleep schedules are so different now, it’s hard for me to sleep. I told you this months ago Jackson”. A sense of panic seemed to fill him momentarily before he nodded, “Oh..Oh! Right sorry I just, I meant I was confused why you were still doing that. Doesn’t it make you sad to sleep away from me?”. Sighing you smiled at him, a fake smile of course, “Jackson I know but I really need sleep since I work so often. It’s hard with you coming home at unholy hours of the night”. You could’ve sworn you saw a twitch in his smile as you said that, “I just miss you is all” he said before scratching the back of his head. Sitting on the edge of your bed you watched as he took a step past your doorway before hissing loudly and retreating backwards, “You okay? What happened?” you asked honestly surprised at his reaction. 

Getting up you looked around the room to see if he had stepped on something, you were hoping it was a rusty nail or possibly glass that was coated in something that could give him an infection. “That’s odd” you mumbled, noticing nothing on the floor. Jackson was breathing erratically before he laughed and gripped his foot, “Sorry I stubbed my toe somehow” he said through gritted teeth. “There’s nothing to stub it on though?” you said before crouching down to look at his foot that he was gripping, “Ah don’t look it’s fine I just stubbed it a little”. 

Shrugging you walked out of your bed room and went to the kitchen to make something to eat, as you moved around the kitchen you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Turning around you saw Jackson sitting on the stool at the island watching you, he was wearing pajamas now thankfully. He rarely wore a shirt though so it did seem odd he was wearing one now, ignoring him you made yourself some eggs and hopped up on the counter to eat them. 

Jackson continued to watch you which made you nervous and angry, “What?” you asked with a mouthful of egg. Jackson just stared at you without saying anything, shooting him a dirty look you kept eating. Shoving the last spoonful of egg into your mouth you jumped down from the counter and walked to the sink to place the dishes in it, a gasp leaving your mouth making you scramble to swallow the rest of your eggs down before they fell out of your mouth. Jackson’s hands gripped your hips as he pinned you against the sink, grinding into you as his mouth moved against your neck. “J-Jackson, I don’t want to I still have a headache” you stammered out, his body tensed up momentarily before releasing you.

 “I just want to feel you kitten, I want to see you squirming beneath me begging me to fuck your sweet little cunt” he said in a deep gravelly voice that sent a shock wave through your body. You didn’t want him, didn’t want to touch him and didn’t want him to touch you. Spinning around your breathing hitched as you saw his blown out pupils, it was almost like his eyes were completely black. “Not tonight” you stated firmly. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath before exhaling and opening them again, his eyes seemed normal now, not as creepy. “Sorry, it can wait until you’re feeling better. Goodnight _____”, a quick kiss to your forehead and he left you in the kitchen with your thoughts as he went back into his room. The sound of the door shutting allowed you to release a breath you didn't notice you were holding, grinding your teeth you felt embarrassed at how his words had shook you. Jackson never was one for dirty talk, never wanted to try anything other than typical things, or at least that’s how he was with you. 

Maybe he finally ran out of people to fuck, maybe he finally got tired of sneaking around. Or maybe he was just horny and high, you didn’t know which but you knew you weren’t going to fall for any of his advances. You swore it on your soul. _____

The next few days seemed to only get weirder and weirder, which is why you were now staying at Namjoons for the night. Jackson’s behavior seemed to get stranger, it had been two days since his first odd act. The next morning after he had tried to initiate sex with you, you had found that he was still in bed despite having to work on Saturdays. Not really caring you didn’t wake him up as you headed out for one of your jobs, you weren’t going to be home for hours and by the time you’d get home you figured he would be out partying it up.

 You were wrong, he was at home, sitting in the living room staring at the TV that was off. You ignored the behavior because you just couldn’t find it in yourself to care about his well being, you almost laughed to yourself as you thought about how cold and evil you might seem to others if they knew you were ignoring his signs of distress. 

You didn’t care though, one thing you had carried with you in life was that you didn’t forgive people. Something that people thought was a natural thing to do for one another, sure you’d let things go or act like it was fine but that didn’t mean you would forget or forgive the actions or words. No, in fact you would mark it against your impression of them. You did not actively seek revenge and did not intend to act like a complete bitch to some people for their mistakes, but you would never trust them like you had before. Jackson had hurt you to the point you didn’t care, you had imagined killing him so many times just to ease your anger. 

You had imagined him dying in some accident and wondered if you’d really care, you knew some part of you would. You could never kill another person unless you had to, you imagined violent things just to release some of the pent up anger even though you knew it was unhealthy.

 As you moved about the apartment getting ready for bed you noticed he’d started acting even stranger, sounds like him having a conversation would wake you up at night. Always around 2-3 am unless you were already awake, if you were already up you’d hear small noises or taps that would make you wonder what he was doing. You ignored it, it wasn’t your business and you didn’t want to care. 

Though the second day made you uneasy, he was being overly clingy to you. It looked like he hadn’t showered since the first day, he stunk and he looked like he hadn’t been eating either. He was trying to initiate something, anything but you said you had to work, which was true. Later that night you had come home to find the chairs stacked in a way that seemed impossible, all the cabinets were opened and the items inside them arranged oddly. Whatever Jackson was on must’ve been strong, and it scared you. 

You faced many things in your life and one thing that always frightened you more than anything was a man. Humans were capable of so much, men and children are what frightened you the most. Children because well, you’ve watched plenty of horror movies and know that it’s either the dad or the child who’s the killer. 

You didn’t take any chances, children were not to be trusted, men even less. You had been hurt so many times by them that the notion that a man could be genuine to you in a romantic sense just left a sour taste in your mouth. 

You had searched the apartment for Jackson only to hear scratching noises coming from a closet in his room, you knew right away that you were absolutely not going to open that door and deal with his weird high state. Instead you knocked on the door to the closet and thanked him for rearranging the kitchen, snickering to yourself you thought it was funny to say so. Though as you made your way to your room the click of the closet door opening did in fact frighten you, power walking into your room and swiftly locking the door behind you. All night you were woken up by groans and scratching noises, the sounds of him pacing in the hallway made you feel uneasy. You could see his shadow standing outside your door at one point, you ignored it and went back to sleep before waking up in a cold sweat and seeing his shadow still outside the door. Oddly enough you never heard the door knob jiggle, he didn’t say anything and you didn’t either. 

The following morning, which was this present day, you had gotten ready for work in record time. Noticing the kitchen back to how it should be and no signs of Jackson being strange, in fact you saw him sipping some coffee in the kitchen looking like he had just gotten out of the shower. You hated how 2% of you felt relieved to see him back to normal, you just didn’t want to feel like he was a major threat to you. He had seen you come out into the kitchen dressed for one of your jobs, the only one he actually knew about, and he had embraced you warmly before kissing your forehead and wishing you a great day at work.

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How you ended up at Namjoon’s was because when you came home from that job you found Jackson pacing in the living room muttering to himself as his hand tugged at his hair, walking passed him you got your things for your second job and left quickly. He hadn’t seemed to notice you at all, though you knew it would be another night of odd behavior. Knowing this you had packed extra clothes and some things inside your work bag, after finishing up a few high paying jobs you just showed up at Namjoon’s. Luckily he was home, you had just walked right in after entering the pin code to get in when he walked out of the bathroom butt ass naked and screamed at the sight of you.

 “I already told you I’m sorry Joon!” you whined as he tugged at your shared blanket even more, trying to sacrifice you to the cold temperature of his apartment. “You saw me naked! You saw my dick!” he grumbled out followed by a powerful tug of the blanket. You two were curled up on the couch watching old horror movies about demons, you thought they were funny.

 Tugging right back you pouted while watching the movie, “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before” you mumbled which made his head snap in your direction. You knew he had turned to look at you in shock, a wicked smirk on your lips at you refused to meet his glare. “When?!” he shouted in a cracked voice, you burst out laughing at his reaction and turned to him with a brow raised. “Joon, I’ve known you for how long? You’ve seen me naked too, walking in on each other in various situations and a few times we played truth or dare with the gang?”.

It took Namjoon a few moments before his eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something but never did, only o’ed in realization. Shifting back to the movie a silence fell, Namjoon could tell something was up but he didn’t know how to ask. You had a thing about staying at people’s places, not liking waking up in an unfamiliar bed. He knew you’d tell him when the time was right though, he wanted to give you space and opportunity to tell him on your own.

 The night went on with small talk and you avoided talking about him, you didn’t want to think of him and you didn’t want to let Namjoon know about the recent weird behavior. He would just rush over and try to fight Jackson which wasn’t a good idea, especially not with the way Jackson had been behaving lately. He was unpredictable and honestly you weren’t sure you could stay another night in the same apartment, though as you were half way through another movie you started to notice some similarities between Jackson and the man in it. Sitting forward you paid close attention to the actions of the man who was possessed in the movie, Namjoon noticed your sudden interest and rubbed your back soothingly. “You okay?” he asked in a quiet voice, nodding you started to piece things together as the man started eating bugs and growling at his wife.

 “Oh shit” you gasped out, recalling the events from the last few days. How did you not notice? How could you not tell? It was so obvious, “What’s wrong ____?” Namjoon asked as he sat up too. “Un fucking believable” you snorted out, running your hands through your hair. “It all makes sense now” you groaned, settling back into the couch and turning to look at Namjoon. “He’s possessed Joonie” you said in a whiney tone, Namjoon frowned and knocked his leg into yours. He hated your whiney voice, “Who’s possessed?”.

 Rolling your eyes you threw your hands into the air and groaned in frustration, “Who do you think?”. Namjoon’s expression was comical, you didn’t know he could make that kind of face. “No fucking way, you’re serious?” he gasped out, nodding you were pretty confident Jackson was possessed. It made sense, he was acting so strange and his pupils were way too dilated to be normal. “Pretty damn sure, I’ve got to go Joon. I’ve got to confirm it” sitting up you grabbed your belongings that you needed right away, “I’ll leave my clothing and stuff here in case I need to crash here still. That okay with you?”.

 “Yeah but will you be okay? Want me to come with?” Namjoon asked, his voice laced with concern. Turning to look at him you gave him a knowing look, “We both know you hate being with me when I do spooky shit, I’ll be fine. It’s not like it would be the first possessed person I’ve come across”. Standing up Namjoon made his way over to you and engulfed you in a hug, “I know I’m a fucking baby when it comes to that stuff, just be careful okay?”.

 Laughing you hugged him back, “I’ll text you when I’ve figured it out okay?”. Namjoon nodded and released you from him embrace, watching as you dawned your black trench coat and picked up your work bag. You turned to smile at him before you left, taking a taxi to your apartment to sort this whole demon business out.

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 If it wasn’t a demon then it was going to be hard to explain why you thought that, you thought about the many ways this scenario could play out. Though as you paid the driver and approached the apartment you could tell something was off about the building, now noticing it there was a fog almost surrounding the building. Looking around you could see that no one was seeing it, “great” you muttered to yourself as you braced yourself for the eventual meeting of the demon using Jackson’s body as it’s home.

 Walking into the apartment you acted as if nothing was wrong, Jackson was standing in a corner of the living room in complete darkness. Nothing out of the ordinary, well there was but you ignored it and went to your room.

 Changing into something more, “If I need to run I can but I also look like I’m comfy” chic. Leaving your door open you thought back to the day when he couldn’t enter your room, realizing now it was because you had blessed your room. Only your room, though you were annoyed at the demon being creepy you couldn’t help but find it funny that Jackson had gotten possessed. He was a chicken, afraid of everything but refused to believe in ghosts and demons.

Oh how funny.

 Sitting on the edge of your bed facing your open door you waited, sure enough Jackson’s form suddenly appeared at your doorway. He looked normal, not at all like he had just been standing in a corner like a creep. Crossing your legs you stared at him, he smiled at you and looked hesitant to try and enter again.

 “What are you doing out there Jackson? Come in” you cooed, grinning from ear to ear. You weren’t afraid of demons, you just wanted to see what demon was using Jackson as a vessel before you played games with it. Jackson looked at the entirety of your doorway and then into your room at you, “What’s gotten into you babe? Lets watch a movie or something”. Raising a brow you sighed, “A movie?” you asked with a click of your tongue. The man nodded, whatever demon was using him must not be strong enough to break your barrier and if that’s the case then it means it’s not stronger than you.

 Perfect. 

Getting up you walked out of your room and into his, turning the TV on and sitting on the bed. Jackson came over and sat next to you, his arm curling around your frame. Switching through the movie section you finally found your favorite horror movie about demons and clicked play, a dark chuckle sounded next to your ear making your hair stand on end.

 “Nice movie choice babe I love this one” he laid back and motioned for you to lay back as well, you had chosen the room since it was smaller and had less places for him to hide and scare you. Leaning over him you smiled, “Oh? But Jackson, you hate scary movies”. You watched as his eyes flashed red before settling on his normal eye color though his pupils were still somewhat dilated, “I got over that babe, I wanted to watch what you watch”. His hand rubbed up and down your back as you looked down at him, he was trying to ignore your stare and watch the movie but you were making it hard. Leaning down a bit you placed a hand on his stomach and rubbed up his chest to his neck, rubbing back down to his pecks. You could see him tense up, giggling you straddled him and held his hands down next to his head.

 Leaning down you blew into his ear before whispering, “Who are you?”.

 His entire body froze, leaning up to look down you saw his expression- a confused one. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he was just on some hard drugs. An unfamiliar voice left his lips as he laughed, “I don’t know what you mean kitten? Who do you think I am?”. Tightening your grip on his hands you began whispering an immobile incantation to render his physical body, well, immobile. 

That is what shook him, eyes turning completely black as he thrashed beneath you before finally throwing you off before you could complete the spell. His form distorted into that of something you’d see in the movies, bending backwards and snapping his limbs inhumanely before letting out a screech that seemed to have multiple voices behind it. Standing up you raised a brow at the sight, maybe when you were younger it would have scared you but you’d seen the exact same thing so many times before it just bored you now. “Really?” you asked as the lights flickered, the dark, another thing that didn’t scare you as it should have.

 A mans voice laughed out as the lights went out, “Come play with me kitten” the voice said before twisting into some awful generic demonic growl that shook the room. Walking to the door you weren’t surprised when it slammed shut, you reached for it anyways and groaned when you felt something warm and slimy on the handle. Taking your shirt off you used it to open the door since it was too slippery with just your hand, the hallway was also dark. You knew something was on the ceiling waiting for you to stop and look up so you did what you maybe shouldn’t have done, you kept walking before yelling at the thing on the ceiling which actually surprised it.

 It froze before letting out a screech and then scurrying into the bedroom, sighing you walked to the kitchen sink and turned the faucet on washing your hands of the blood that was on the handle. Not surprisingly, the water started to run brown and then black but you had already finished washing your hands so you turned it off and turned around to wait for what was next. “You can come out, I’m not afraid of you” you yelled in a bored voice. 

The sounds of something clawing its way into the kitchen made you roll your eyes, rounding the island in the middle of the kitchen a deformed grotesque humanoid creature came wailing towards you. Raising a hand to it you began reciting a spell of repellence to ward it off, you could expel it entirely but you wanted to know which demon it was. The creature began to smoke and squeal in pain before retreating, from somewhere in the living room which was open to the kitchen you heard a deep voice curse, “why aren’t you scared” it asked.

 It almost sounded like it was upset or pouting, adorable you thought to yourself. Also annoying, “I don’t know, why is anyone scared of anything?” you answered back. Silence filled the apartment before Jackson’s form emerged from the shadows, black eyes and all. Jackson was smiling as he approached you, you noticed the teeth were now all pointed like sharks teeth. “Kitten are you sure you’re not afraid?” he said in two voices, your mouth formed a line as you watched as he unhinged his jaw and opened his mouth wide letting out demonic moans and screeches. 

His gaping mouth was only inches from your face as you burped into his mouth making him recoil instantly and cough violently. “Gross what the fuck” the deeper voice that didn’t belong to Jackson yelled out, glaring at you. You looked at him and raised your hands up, “Obviously I should be asking you what the fuck” you said in an irritated voice. “I want his soul and now yours too, obviously” the voice mimicked your voice as he said that, pulling up a stool and watching you carefully. “Well scaring me won’t work, I could exercise you right now if I wanted to” you sat across from him at the island. 

Jackson’s brow raised, “Oh really? You sure about that?” nodding you sat at the island with your face in both hands as you yawned. A wide grin met his lips as he licked them, “Not even if I tell you fucked up things?”. Letting out a huff you sat up straight, “Try me”. The demonic voice chuckled, “Very well, ask me questions and I will answer them honestly”.

 “Whoa whoa, I have to ask questions? Boring, I really don’t want to, besides I know you won’t actually answer with honesty”.

 “Oh but I will, let’s make it a game yeah?” he asked with a sparkle in his blackened eyes.

 “Fine, why did you possess Jackson?” you asked, actually curious as to how the bastard got a demon in him.

 “He was in the wrong part of town and looked like fun, so I observed him for a bit and saw him return to you. Your soul is what sealed the deal for me kitten, now here we are” he motioned to the apartment as if that was supposed to scare you.

 “Okay fair enough” you nodded your head acknowledging the information. Jackson frowned and coughed clearing his throat, “My turn, how do you know I’m not Jackson?”.

 Smirking you answered him, “My second job involves me exercising spirits and demons, being a medium, a psychic, anything along those lines. Of course I’m going to notice you aren’t him”.

 Not waiting for his response you jumped into the next question, “Why didn’t you just take my soul? Why didn’t you just possess me?”. 

Jackson scratched his chin and looked like he was seriously thinking about how to answer that question, “Well, to put it bluntly, I wanted to fuck you first. You’re hot and I also like your soul. It would’ve been a win win”. He smiled widely like he had just given the smartest answer ever, “okay gross” you said with exaggerated gagging noises. Jackson glared at your exaggeration, sure being a demon might put some people off but that was no reason to be so rude. He had complimented you and you had the nerve to call him gross? Anger filled him as his ego took a blow, but a thought came to his mind that had him grinning from ear to ear.

 “Do you know he’s cheating on you?” he spat out, thinking he had something that would surprise you.

 “Yeah, has been for what seems like forever. Why? One of his side girls hit you up while possessing him?” you asked with no real interest in the answer.

 You watched as Jackson’s face become one of disgust and confusion, “Okay one, that counts as your question- yes multiple girls messaged him to which I didn’t respond and two, why are you with him if he’s cheating on you?”.

 Sighing loudly you got up and reached down to open the wine cooler in the island, placing a bottle on the island before turning and getting two glasses. Looking over your shoulder you asked him “Want some or no?”, Jackson seemed taken off guard but nodded after looking over the bottle of wine you had set out. 

You came back with two large wine glasses in hand, “Mind opening the wine? I honestly can never open them without fucking it up”. Jackson moved a finger and a loud ‘POP’ noise followed, turning you noticed the wine bottle was now open and ready for drinking.

 Pouring a generous amount in both glasses you set the bottle back down, taking a large swig of the dark red liquid before turning back to him.

 “ I’m still here because apartments in the city are expensive, I have enough money right now but I need to save up more to be comfortable. He doesn’t know I know, at least I don’t think he does” you mumbled into your glass before drinking some more. 

Jackson sniffed the wine before sipping on it, cringing at the bitterness, “Uhm, no he isn’t aware. In fact he thinks things have never been better between you two”. You didn’t even try to hide the laugh that followed, “Of course that idiot thinks that, how bland”. “Why haven’t you asked him why he’s cheating” he asked, taking another sip of the drink now growing accustomed to the taste. You shrugged, “A lot of reasons, all of which don’t matter. I don’t love him and I don’t want him, I want to leave as soon as I’m able to”.

 “Why are you asking me questions about the relationship that once was and not about things that are actually interesting?” you asked with a smirk, bringing you glass to your lips again. Jackson chuckled, “Alright, how likely is it that I will get your soul?”. “Unlikely, you could drag Jackson to hell for all I care. You’ll never get my soul”.Jackson hummed at that, “How likely would it be-” you cut him off by raising your hand, “It’s my turn remember?” Jackson nodded and let you continue. “What’s your name? Your real name” you asked setting your glass down and leaning forward on the island, you could feel the cold marble counter top through your bra. Jackson stared at your cleavage before looking back up into your eyes, he could lie. He had made no pact or deal with you that would bid him to tell the truth, so he wasn’t sure why he wanted to tell you his name regardless. “It’s Yoongi”.

 ____

“Yoongi?” you repeated back to him, hand grasping your glass that was a little to empty for your liking. Gripping the bottle you poured yourself some more before setting it back down, Jackson nodded and took another drink of his wine. “Yes, that is my name. I don’t know why I told you it though, it’s not like I’m going to leave this body any time soon”.

 “Ah, that’s fine. I’d rather have you here than him anyways, oh and as for the reason you were so truthful? This wine has a truth elixir infused in it, a bitter taste but it’s useful”. 

Yoongi wanted to be angry, but he found himself laughing instead. “Clever, you’re a lot more intelligent than most humans”. Nodding you downed more of the drink, “So, Yoongi, how long will you stay in him? From what I understand the longer a demon resides in the host body the more difficult it is to leave”. Yoongi bit his lower lip smiling, he loved how you knew so much about his kind even if it was to extinguish them. He found the trait absolutely attractive, to have the ability to destroy another be it human or otherwise, he loved it. “I plan to stay for as long as I wish, and yes, I would say maybe a week at most and 3 days at least”. Humming you nodded, “How about we make a deal?” you asked with actual emotion. Yoongi noticed immediately how your demeanor changed, you had something up your sleeve and he was both afraid and excited to find out what. “What’s the deal?”.

 “How about you help me ruin Jackson’s standing with other women? If you do I won’t banish you into some jar or something” you held out your hand in hopes he’d accept the offer. You knew it would be unlikely though, no demon liked to be challenged. Yoongi scoffed at that, “Wow, I really thought you’d say something interesting but you just sound arrogant”. Repealing your hand you downed the wine in your glass and set it on the table empty, “Alright, stay. I don’t care but I am heading to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow Yoongi”. You didn’t wait for his response and just waved to him before walking to your room, though arms wrapped around your waist stopping you just in front of your doorway. Yoongi pressed soft kisses to your neck, licking and nipping at the skin gently as his hands rubbed up and down your sides. 

For some reason instead of disgust you felt more intrigued than anything, he wasn’t Jackson after all. His voice was sexy and deep, and he seemed kind of fun. You ground your ass back against his crotch, hearing Yoongi let out a gasp that was quickly followed by a deep chuckle. His hands went down to your hips and pulled you closer to his hard on, grinding against you as he licked up your neck with one hand trailing up your chest and cupping one of your breast. You let out a small moan and placed your hands over his, running your hands up and down his arms lightly. Yoongi moved one of his hands up your side and then down into your leggings and into your underwear, hissing when he finds that you’re already somewhat wet. “Ah fuck, kitten you’re so wet for me already” his deep voice made your body swell with excitement, it had been so long since someone had touched you properly.

 Spreading your legs to allow him more access you felt your head being turned to face him, though you felt yourself tense up remembering that Yoongi was inside Jackson’s body. Pushing him away you walked into your room and slammed the door, locking it quickly. “What the hell! We were just getting started Kitten!” Yoongi growled out, looking at the wetness you’d left on his fingers that had just barely touched you. Licking his fingers he felt himself let out a groan at how good you tasted, “Why’d you stop?” he asked through the door. Stripping yourself of your clothes and switching into one of Namjoon’s shirts you had swiped from his place you laid in your bed with a racing heart, “You may not be him but you’re in his body, I don’t want him. Also I forgot you’re after my soul, I’m not fucking someone who wants my soul” you shouted back before settling into your covers and turning over to face the other side of your room. Yoongi sighed, he shouldn’t have said anything about your soul in the first place. He had been a very high ranking demon for centuries yet he felt like some 300 year old demon all over again fighting with you, “I could always leave his body kitten, I’m sure you’d be more than satisfied with my actual self. For one I'm taller than him and my dick is bigger”. Ignoring him you closed your eyes, hoping to get some sleep. You did hate jackson, but you also knew you couldn’t let a demon stay inside him.

 You’d have to expel Yoongi at some point but part of you actually liked the demon, not all demons were bad and you had encountered that first hand. He was just making it difficult by claiming to want your soul, a typical demon thing to say but most demons just wanted to torment and drive people to madness. Not steal their souls unless they were the kind that fed off of them, shit, you had forgotten to find out what kind of demon he even was. Sighing you thrashed around in your blankets before laying still, you would just have to figure it all out before he fused with Jackson’s body. Smiling to yourself for having thought of a plan you let your body relax, letting sleep take you. 

Yoongi sat outside your room until he could tell you were asleep, it was hard to tell with the barrier you had up in your room but the snoring gave you away. Getting up he walked into Jackson’s room and laid down, he knew he didn’t need to sleep. Jackson’s body needed sleep though, he wasn’t sure what his next plan would be but at least for tonight he’d let you rest. Though his thoughts kept going over earlier in the night, how you’d not been scared by things that normally would scare most people. You had even tried to scare him, which embarrassingly enough did surprise him. He wasn’t scared, but he was surprised.

 The way you held yourself, the way you were cocky and arrogant at times made him want to fuck the smirk of your face. Your body, fuck he couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt against him, the way you tasted was intoxicating. He could feel your energy and it filled his entire being which was weird since he wasn’t an energy demon, just being near you made him both weak and powerful. He knew he couldn’t stay in this humans pathetic body but he couldn’t leave without making sure you left Jackson first, he may not actually care about human relationships but he didn’t want another man being near you. In Yoongi’s mind you were his, and even if you didn’t know it or acknowledge it yet he would make sure you did. 

At some point.

 _____

Rolling out of bed you were woken by the smell of food, something that was rare and enticing to say the least. Opening the door you padded into the kitchen to peak at what was going on, Jackson- or well Yoongi, was at the stove cooking what seemed like breakfast. Walking up behind him you stood at his side and looked at what he was making, “Uhg, really yoongi?” you scoffed and hit his arm as you looked at the “meal” he was making.

 It smelt like eggs, pancakes, and bacon but what it looked like was bloodied organs and what you think was a fetus and an eye ball. Yoongi laughed to himself as he continued cooking, you walked away from him to get a drink of water from the fridge. Though upon opening it you almost shrieked when it was also bathed in blood and filled with dismembered body parts that just so happened to also twitch and groan, slamming it shut you started saying a spell to change back what once was to what it should be. Opening the fridge again to see it back to normal, smiling you grabbed a water bottle and closed the door. Yoongi glared at you and served up the breakfast on two plates, the food actually being food this time. Looking at him suspiciously you took the table salt and poured a circle around your plate, casting a spell to reveal any and all malicious intent. You were happy to see nothing glowed which meant it was safe to eat, taking a forkful of pancake and egg you looked up at Yoongi who was giving you a look. “What?” you asked with a full mouth, Yoongi cringed and shot you a disgusted look.

 “Fucking chew and swallow before you talk”, he started eating his food a lot more gracefully then you had been eating yours. Gulping down your water you swallowed the mass of food and gasped for some air, feeling revived and ready for another day working two jobs. “Well, thanks Yoongi but I’ve got to head to work so don’t wait up for me” you gave him the finger guns as you walked into the bathroom and started the shower.

Part of you expected him to sneak in while you were showering but he didn’t, you finished your shower and had even gotten ready for work without issue. As you were leaving the apartment you noticed him sitting on the couch watching the news, laughing at reports of some deaths that made you shake your head in disapproval.

---

Work went fine, Namjoon had blown up your phone and you had reassured him everything was fine. Heading back home you quickly entered the apartment and threw off your work uniform, rushing to get dressed for your night out helping people quench their supernatural thirst. The lights weren’t working though, making you groan. “Yoongi please! I have another job to get to, I can’t be late this client pays well I really need this!”.

The lights actually flickered back on, earning a sigh from you and you pulled on a simple black dress and filled your bag with a few extra items you thought you’d need. Turning around you saw Yoongi staring at you from the doorway, “Oh Yoongi I’m not sure when I’ll be back, okay bye!” you waved to him as you ran out the front door with your shoes barely on.

Yoongi wallowed around the apartment bored, he glanced at the cellphone owned by Jackson and thought about hitting up one of the many girls who had been non stop messaging or calling him. Part of him was honestly confused why anyone would cheat on you, maybe the appeal of inflicting pain on you? You knew though, but he could tell Jackson did not know you knew, so that wasn’t it. The other part of him didn’t really care that much, he didn’t like Jackson because he was close to you but that didn’t mean he cared that Jackson was hurting you. Right? Humans were always so confusing, though as he’s aged he’s noticed that demons are similar to humans despite being entities that were never human.

Groaning he slumped in the couch, Jackson’s soul was trying to fight back Yoongi but there was no way he’d actually repel him on his own. He wondered how you’d even gotten into his world, how you knew about his kind and how to stop them. Spiritual power and magic didn’t come easy to people, especially not the kind that you wielded. Your magic was strong, he was certain if given the right opportunity you could actually get him to leave Jackson’s body.

Looking at the time on the phone he groaned again, when would you be home?

___

You entered the apartment with a bounce in your step, it was rare that this client had to cut their appointments short. It wasn’t even 10 pm yet, you were so happy you thought about ordering out. The client had paid in full and tipped you handsomely, you were pretty much ready to move into a new place with the amount you had saved up. Humming to yourself you threw your shoes off not caring where they fell since it wasn’t like Jackson was around, placing your bag down next to the couch you started taking your dress off.

You had the dress partially off, the material up over your waist when a whistle cut through the air. “Damn kitten, didn’t think you’d be into strip teasing” Yoongi called out from somewhere in the living room. Taking the dress off completely you smirked and threw the material elsewhere, ignoring his cat call you pranced around in your bra and panty set for a little bit before you got cold and went back into your room. Trying to be sexy was harder than you remember it being, throwing off your bra you slid Namjoon’s shirt over your head. Luckily the shirt was long enough it covered your ass well, throwing your hair up into a messy bun you walked into the living room.

Yoongi was now on the couch, sprawled out with ‘the conjuring’ playing. Of course a demon would enjoy watching that, grabbing your phone from your work bag you started dialing a number. The noise from the movie distracting you, “Yoongi turn that down” you hissed as the other line picked up.

“I’d like to place an order for delivery please”

After you said that the movie got louder making you stomp over to him and slap his knee earning a glare from him, you pointed your finger at him and motioned that you’d kill him if he kept being loud.

“Yes, the address? Oh its…”

The sounds of groaning and demonic growling sounded behind you as the delivery man read back your address to you to confirm it, “Uh- ma’am what’s that noise?” he asked clearly having heard the movie or Yoongi.

Walking farther away from Yoongi you laughed, “Ah nothing just watching a scary movie ha ha”.

“I would like an order of breadsticks, with garlic and marinara sauce please and…” you trailed off wondering what kind of pizza Yoongi would like or if he wanted chicken.

“Hang on just a moment please” you said into the phone, covering the speaker part up with your hand as you called out to Yoongi, “What kind of pizza do you want?” you shouted. No answer, grumbling you stomped into the living room and saw him twisted up to look like the women from the movie.

“Yoongi what do you want on the pizza?” you asked again losing patience.

Yoongi’s body twisted even more as blood spilled from his mouth, soaking into the couch beneath him “I want… YOUR SOUL” he shrieked out in an inhuman voice.

Rolling your eyes you gave him one last chance, “What. Do. You. Want?”.

This time Yoongi’s mouth overflows with roaches, “BUGSS” he roars out despite having a mouth full of maggots and roaches.

Raising a brow at him you turn away and walk into the kitchen, “Yes I’m so sorry about the wait, can I just do a large cheese and pineapple pizza and an order of the 20 piece chicken set?”. You could hear a gasp and a whine come from the living room, “I wanted beef..” he grumbled out.

“Ah yes actually could I make that a beef pizza instead of pineapple? You can? Okay great thank you” you could hear a small chuckle from the living room and smiled.

“Sauces? Buffalo and Hot for the chicken and just extra marinara for the pizza please”.

After placing the order you hung up and went into the living room where you found a pristine looking couch and not a bug in sight, “So, you know you can’t stay in his body right?”.

Yoongi turned to look at you, “I’ll stay in here for as long as I want human, he should be grateful I’m even allowing myself inside this pathetic excuse of a man”. Laughing you plopped down next to him on the couch, “Well you’re right about the pathetic excuse of a man part”.

Yoongi looked at you then at the TV, he had switched to a different movie that for once didn’t have anything to do with horror or demons. “Have you ever exercised a demon like me before?” he asked in a quiet voice, without turning to look at him you nodded. “I think so, I don’t know what kind of demon you are so I can’t say for certain but I’ve dealt with strong demons before”.

Yoongi smiled to himself, you thought he was strong then. His ego inflated just a bit, “Oh, you’re pretty strong for a human you know. How did you get into all this?”. Giggling you decided to lean up against him, you could feel his body relax into your touch. “I just stumbled into it, it’s like a fandom, once you dip your toe in to see how it feels it sucks you in. Once you’re in you can’t escape”.

Yoongi let his- well Jackson’s arm drape over your shoulders, “Well you’re really-” he stopped mid sentence at a god awful smell emitting from you. Pulling away from you abruptly he pinched his nose, “What the fuck is that smell?!” he shouted, you looked at him with wide eyes. You could feel your face turning red from embarrassment, anger bubbled inside you at his very dramatic exclamation. “Me?! You fucking think I smell?! You don’t even shower every day Yoongi!”. Yoongi let go of his nose and growled at you, “I do not smell! Humans have such primitive noses, if you were advanced like me you’d be able to tell that my scent is robust and powerful. It’s entici-” you cut him off laughing, “You?! Enticing? Please, you smell like rotten milk and onions Yoongi. You forget you’re in Jackson’s body therefore you smell like him”.

Yoongi quickly pounced on you, pushing your body down against the couch as he held your hands down on either side. “I smell perfectly fine, it’s you who smells terrible!” Yoongi looked at your body and noticed the shirt, how he had missed it before was beyond him.

Letting go of your hands he sat back on his heels, “It’s that damned shirt, it fucking reeks”. You felt your face still burning at his comment, “Fuck you Yoongi you’re lucky I don’t banish you right here and now”. Rolling his eyes he gripped the shirt and ripped it clean in half, your eyes widened in horror as he ripped Namjoon’s shirt. A shirt he didn’t even know you had borrowed, “Yoongi!” you screamed out.

He knew it was in anger but he couldn’t help but think at how nice his name sounded coming from your lips, especially being screamed out. “This was my best friends shirt! He’s going to kill me!” you growled out, trying to cover your chest some more. He had ripped it clean in half down the front, he watched as your hand tried to hold the material over the swell of your chest. He always forgot humans were so ashamed of their natural states, leaning forward he ran a hand up your arm.

Your chest tightened at his touch, closing your eyes so you could envision someone else instead of Jackson touching you. Yoongi watched as you closed your eyes, “I want you to look at me ____”. Your eyes shot open at the use of your name, you had never heard him use it before-at least not before you realized he was possessed. Yoongi laughed at your response to the use of your name, “Sounds good for someone to say your name huh?” his tongue ran over his lower lip as he pulled your arm away from the shirt revealing the sliver of skin beneath it.

You could feel your stomach fluttering at his touch, you wanted so much to just close your eyes so that it would feel better but part of you didn’t want to disappoint him. “Yoongi I want to see you, not Jackson” you whispered out, you watched as Yoongi stared at you as if contemplating. Your vision was blocked for a moment, by his hand you could tell- “I already know for a fact I’m devilishly- ha- good looking, but if for some reason you don’t think I am...I don’t think I could let you and him live. My pride wouldn’t allow it, just so you’re aware”.

You frowned with his hand covering your eyes, “Whatever just let me see you” you laughed out. Slowly you felt his hand drop, blinking a few times to adjust your sight you saw a different man before you. He had white hair and striking eyes, he smiled at you showing you his gummy smile. Reaching up you cupped his face with your hands, “You’re pretty good looking, for a demon living inside Jackson’s crappy self”.

Yoongi laughed, holding your hand in his while you traced along his features curiously. Your heart was beating fast and you recognized the sensation quickly, though you tried to remain calm and collected. “I could leave his body and just come to you like this, if I did that would you let me have you?” he asked leaning in closing the distance between your both.

The sounds of someone ringing your doorbell startled you, making you jump up and head butt Yoongi. Instantly he lost concentration and his image went back to that of Jackson, gripping the torn shirt more you glared at him. “Fucking fix this now! I can’t answer the door like this!” you hissed, Yoongi groaned as he rubbed his head.

“God damnit women why is your head as hard as a rock?!” he whined, throwing your hands up in the air you wanted to scream in frustration. Grabbing your coat and zipping it up you grabbed your money from your bag and answered the door, you would’ve laughed at how confused the guy looked seeing you in a winter coat in your apartment with no pants on but you were too angry.

At least the coat covered your butt, giving him the money and enough for a tip you juggled the boxes of food. Carefully carrying them into the kitchen, once you had placed them on the island you opened everything to make sure it was all right.

“Oh finally, I’m starving” Yoongi said as he made his way into the kitchen, glancing at him you noticed he hadn’t returned to looking like himself. A small pang of disappointment hit your heart, “Yeah, eat up” you mumbled.

Yoongi didn’t seem to notice as he quickly dove right into the food

---

After eating Yoongi had finally fixed Namjoon’s shirt for you, though you felt weird being around him. You knew what he looked like, you knew his name and you knew you actually liked having him around. It was refreshing, Jackson had once been your beckon of light and happiness but that quickly turned to him being the reason why you wanted everything to end. Yoongi though, as a demon- a creature of hell- brought you some happiness. 

But what he was to you seemed to confuse you, he made you laugh and he actually listened to you- at least most of the time. You got a good feeling from him regardless of the fact that your holy artifacts would beg to disagree, you wanted to be around him and wanted him to touch you.

Though you thought maybe that was just your loneliness talking, you had been so love deprived and starving for intimacy from someone who hadn’t hurt you that maybe you’d just jump on the first person to show you interest? You didn’t want to be the one to hurt another, even if that person was a demon. You wanted your feelings to be genuine, the only way was to be away from Yoongi and around new people.

Turning to look at him you saw Jackson’s face looking back at you, “Yoongi do you like me?” you asked without any waver in your voice. Yoongi shifted his image to that of himself as he stared into your eyes, “I do”. He knew he liked your energy, he was drawn to you and that was enough for him. Though he wasn’t sure if it was the chase he liked or actually you, he admired your strong will and even more so your intellect. You could be crass and just down right gross at times but it was all part of your charm, or at least he thought so.

He watched as you shifted slightly, “I want you to leave Jackson’s body and allow me to ask you to come to me as you are when I’m ready then”. Yoongi’s brows furrowed, “What do you mean when you’re ready?”.

“I like you, I think I do at least. I want to see what it’s like to not be around you for awhile, to mingle with new people and see if what I’m feeling is just because no one has touched me like you have or talked to me the way you have in a very long time”.

Yoongi felt his chest tingle a bit, he didn’t like the way you had worded that. Crawling over to you he watched as you relaxed under him, his hands at your sides and gripping you firmly. Leaning down he watched your face for any signs of rejection or uncomfortableness but saw none, licking his lips he stared at yours. Your pink tongue peaking through your plush lips to wet them, taking the chance he closed the distance and pressed his lips against your own.

You kissed him back, an electric feeling pulsing through your body as your mouths moved against one another. His hands roamed your body almost frantically as his tongue poked at your mouth for entrance, opening your mouth your tongue moved against his as you both became a mess of limbs trying to get closer to one another.

Yoongi’s hands cupped your ass and brought your lower half down on his, lifting you into his lap. “You’re sure about this plan of yours?” he said through breaks in the kisses, sighing into his mouth you pulled away. “Yeah, I really want to have genuine feelings for you. I’m not sure what I feel is actually romantic but I do know you make me so fucking frustrated, you’re cocky and annoying and the way you talk to me makes me want to scream”.

Chuckling he slaps your ass lightly, “Good, I want you screaming, my name at least”. Rolling your eyes you placed your hands on his chest, “I’ve got enough money to get a new place, I’m moving regardless but when I do. If I ask for you to come, will you? Not in his body?”.

Yoongi paused for a moment, he knew he wanted you and he knew the last few days spent tormenting you had been more entertaining than the last few years he’d spent in this city. “I will, if you want me to that is”.

“Well yeah, obviously that’s why I just asked you if you would” you said sarcastically, Yoongi pinched your asscheek earning a squeak from you making him chuckle. “Smart ass, I was trying to flow with this romantic mood”.

“Yeah well you kind of ruined it by saying that Yoongi, when will you leave his body?” your hands rubbed up his neck on onto his face, you knew it was him and wasn’t at the same time. Yoongi leaned into your hand and smiled, “I’ll leave tomorrow morning, this guy probably lost his job by the way, I’m going to implant memories so that he doesn’t freak out but I also sent weird messages to his side girls so they’d leave him alone”.

Laughing you pinched his cheek, “I mean at least it wasn’t me who did that to him, I believe in karma and that right there is means for bad karma”. Yoongi shrugged, “They wouldn’t stop messaging me, well him, either way I was bored while you were at work so I had to entertain myself”.

Leaning down you pressed your lips to his gently, he kissed back and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You’re driving me crazy ____, you don’t know how much I’m going to hate having to be away from you” he groaned into your mouth, your hands found themselves at his shoulders at you deepened the kiss to shut him up.

Knowing once you pulled away you two would go your separate ways, only to hope to meet again at a later date.

____

1 month later

Looking around at all the boxes you sighed, you had moved in three weeks ago and still barely touched the boxes. The move and break up had taken a lot out of you, once you and Yoongi parted ways that night Jackson finally emerged the next morning confused and disoriented. He had indeed lost his job, though it didn’t matter much since his friend hired him at his company. You had found a place two days after the real Jackson’s return and in that same week had all but removed your belongings from the apartment. Jackson may have been confused from waking up a week later with his life somewhat ruined but he wasn’t that oblivious, he asked what was with the boxes and you shrugged.

What were you supposed to say? You tried to just say that things hadn’t been working out and that you had decided to move out, Jackson didn’t take that very well.

He was yelling at you and repeating his questions over and over again even after you had answered them, luckily you had texted Namjoon earlier that day to ask for help moving things and he had shown up during the argument. At first Jackson was furious that you had invited Namjoon and his friends over to help you move, he tried to force them out of the apartment to which they just laughed and continued moving your belongings.

He was furious, finally with most of your boxes out of the apartment Namjoon came up to get you so they could leave. Jackson had grown quieter and broke down in tears, blaming you for why the relationship had failed- you wanted to kick him in the face at the audacity this man had to actually blame you for it failing. You were about to break down crying out of frustration when Namjoon stood between you both, Jackson really didn’t like that- getting up into Namjoon’s face and asking him why he was still there.

When Namjoon pushed Jackson away you saw Jackson lash out with crazed eyes, screaming at the top of his lungs “You fucking slut! You fucking cheated on me didn’t you?! I fucking knew it! Fuck you and get out then!”. Tears slid down your cheeks as you watched the man you had once loved scream at you, his face red from anger and eyes blown out.

Clenching your fists you shoved Namjoon aside, grinding your teeth you did what anyone would have done in that situation- you pulled your fist back and punched him in the nose as hard as you could. Jackson fell back obviously stunned, his nose was bleeding and he looked like he was about to retaliate but you screamed at him before he could “Me?! You were the one cheating on me Jackson! I’m not fucking stupid! I’m leaving you because you ruined what we had! You fucking piece of shit you actually had the nerve to blame me?! Go to fucking hell!”.

Grabbing the last of your things you stormed out of the apartment with Namjoon trailing behind you quickly, he may have always offered to beat Jackson up for you but you knew he was a pacifist. You could hear shouting but you ignored it, he wasn’t your problem anymore.

The first few days after leaving Jackson you were at your worse, sure you didn’t care for him as you once had but you felt like a bad person for leaving him. He deserved it all and even more but you still couldn’t help but feel bad, the way he looked into your eyes when he realized you were leaving- you could see the pain in them, the shock.

Even though it was his own fault you still remembered what it felt like to feel that same pain, it was terrible. You knew it would eventually get better though, eventually you’d numb up to it and move on- you had Yoongi now after all. A demon who had possessed your cheating ex boyfriend and seduced you more or less, you still didn’t know what to think of him though. You wanted him, that much was true, but you weren’t sure to what degree.

Though your heart clenched at the thought that you’d also be without Yoongi in your new place- you held off on calling him over, weeks went by and you were surprised at how quick your emotions numbed up when you thought about what had happened with Jackson. You felt at peace, or at least more so than you had felt before.

You had your own place, you felt free. You began unpacking a box, smiling at the thought that you were actually free from it all. Free to find someone new and free to buy whatever food you wanted, Jackson always complained about you buying junk food which annoyed you so you’d end up having to stash it in your room.

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You had unpacked four boxes out of what seemed like a hundred, sighing you plopped down on the brand new couch you had bought. Something about old furniture in a new place just rubbed you the wrong way, splurging on buying a new bed, couch, table and etc. It was expensive but well worth it, in the last few weeks your regular good paying client for medium uses had introduced you to some of his friends and that gave your bank account a much needed boost.

As you lay there you wondered what Yoongi was doing, if he was watching you or if he even thought or you since that night. The urge to summon him was intense, you wanted to have him in your new life, your new start. But you also feared he’d end up leaving you, he was a demon- he would live forever unless someone snuffed out his life force. You however, were just a human who would grow old and weak as time went on. Yoongi could also be just like Jackson, sure you weren’t entirely sure you wanted a relationship with him but since you had somewhat of an interest in him you needed to see all possible outcomes of calling on him. What if he rejected you? Only wanted to sleep with you or take your soul? Groaning you tugged at your hair, “I want to see him but I don’t want to lose him” you muttered to yourself.

A familiar chuckle caused you to shoot up from the couch, looking around frantically “Yoongi?”. The lights flickered off and it confirmed your suspicions, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest with a blush staining your face. You hadn’t expected him to just show up without you calling him, “Yoongi is that you?”.

An inhuman gargle noise sounded from elsewhere in your apartment, not feeling frightened at all since you knew it was just him and even if it wasn’t it was something you could handle.

Sighing you walked over to where your bag was, reaching into it to find holy water in a squirt gun. “Yoongi if it’s you I would recommend showing yourself otherwise you’re going to be very upset when I find you~” you sang out with a laugh, the sounds of something moving hazardously across your floor made you aim in it’s direction and squirt some of the water out.

You didn’t hear a noise of anguish so you knew you hadn’t hit anything, walking into the section of the living room you had fired the water in you just stood there and waited. Hairs standing on end you felt two hands sneak around your waist and pull you in close, you could hear someone inhaling deeply before a slimy tongue licked up your shoulder and neck. You were fairly certain it was Yoongi, the chuckle you recognized was his- but if it wasn’t him than you were pretty stupid to just allow this demon or entity to catch you so easily.

Leaning back into the entity you felt the arms tighten around you, “Miss me kitten?” Yoongi asked with a laugh. A smile formed on your lips at the sound of his voice, “I’m not sure, did you miss me?” you asked as you placed your hands over his, one hand still holding the squirt gun. Yoongi buried his face into the side of your neck and placed small kisses on the area, “More than missed, it felt weird being without you and your bratty attitude”.

Turning around in his arms you wrapped yours around his waist- tossing the squirt gun elsewhere, “Turn the lights back on and let’s watch a movie yeah?”. The lights flickered back on, as you looked up at his form you bit your lower lip- an electric sensation pulsed through your core at the sight of him. He must have thought he’d scare you with a different form, but he did the opposite, he had four jet black eyes, large horns curling back and up on his head and pointed canines.

Yoongi let out a growl at your unexpected approval of his appearance, he was hoping seeing him in his true demonic form would allow you to rethink being with him but by the way you had reacted it only made you want him more. Spreading his tattered wings out he whipped his pointed tail around wrapping around your arm, “Like what you see?” he asked with a smirk- his fangs glinting in the artificial lighting. Nodding you leaned up and pressed an open mouth kiss to his neck, you could feel his body tense up at your ministrations. Sucking and nipping as his skin your arms made their way around his neck, his tail having released your arm- instead it was now flickering around behind him. His hands gripped your hips roughly, claws digging into the flesh but not breaking the skin. Pressing yourself into him more you could feel his hard on through the jeans he wore, “Is this your real form or?” you asked between sucking hickies into his skin which faded almost instantly.

“It’s my demonic form- yes, I wanted you to know what I look like in my truest form” he said before gripping your chin and pulling you up for a deep kiss, his long forked tongue slithering against your lips. Opening your mouth you let your tongue move against his, the unfamiliar sensation of having such a long tongue inside your mouth making you question if that was something you liked or not. 

Biting on his lower lip you tugged at it playfully, his deep growl cut through the air in approval. “Jump kitten” he commanded, you jumped up into his grip letting your legs wrap around his waist while his hands found your ass and held you close to him. Smiling down at you he placed a quick peck on your nose before walking you into your bedroom, you hadn’t set up barriers in this apartment in case Yoongi came around. Setting you down on the king sized bed he leaned over your body with one knee on the mattress, “Do you want me? Or are you just lonely?” he asked, his dark eyes staring into yours. Chewing on your bottom lip you stared right back at him, you had thought about him multiple times every day since he had left. You knew you wanted him, friend, lover, or whatever- you just wanted him around. “I want you..do you want me? Or just my soul?” you countered back, eyes not breaking the gaze. 

Yoongi smiled at you raising one of his hands up, “I want you, and your soul” he ended the sentence with a boop to your nose making you glare at him. “Just kidding! I’ll let you decide if I can have your soul or not in the end but yes, I do want you”, rolling your eyes you giggled at how childish he was. “Alright, then you’ve got me” practically purring those words you pulled him further down on you while your hand trailed down his side and to the top of his pants, “You said something while you were possessing Jackson right? About wanting to see me beg you to fuck me?”. You saw as Yoongi’s eyes narrowed at those words, his serpents tongue flickering out of his mouth to wet his lips- “Of course kitten, it’s something I still want to see happen”.

The arousal dripped from his words making you whimper out, “Then fucking make me beg, Yoongi”. All at once his hands were tearing your clothing off your body, gently caressing the newly exposed skin as he did. Desperate for his touch you bucked your hips up in hopes of rubbing against his pelvic region, “Fucking take your pants off” you growled out while one of your hands tugged at the waist of them. Yoongi cackled at your eagerness before leaning back and stripping himself, leaving just his boxers on. 

Sitting up on your elbows you took in his almost naked form, he wasn’t as muscular as Jackson but his body was so much more defined and pretty. Licking your lips you went to reach for his member that was straining in the confines of his boxers, though once your hand was in close proximity of it he caught your wrist. “Good kittens will be patient, behave for me will you?” you wanted to argue but instead you bit down on your lower lip while glaring up at him, you noticed  he had switched back to his previous state. No more wings, horns and his eyes were back to two- of which weren’t completely blacked out. 

Yoongi chuckled, “Good girl, now why don’t you lay back against the headboard for me will you?” pointing to the headboard he waited for you to slide yourself back, once you had you leaned your back against it and cocked your head to the side waiting for his next command. Spreading your legs a little bit you watched as his eyes flickered down to your exposed core, he gulped loudly as he took in your willing form. “Fuck kitten, the things I want to do to you” he groaned out while running a hand through his hair, you giggled and laid against the bed more so that only your head was up against the pillows in front of the headboard. 

Spreading your legs even further you used a finger to motion for him to come to you, he may have wanted to be in charge but you needed him to touch you-anywhere.  Yoongi was between your legs within seconds, kneeling down between them as he pressed kisses against your inner thighs- you could feel your core throb with anticipation as his mouth grew closer to where you needed him the most. 

Yoongi looked up at you, his mouth hovering over your dripping wet core before shooting you a devilish smirk and licking a strip up your slit. Moaning out you gripped the blanket on the bed, Yoongi moved your legs over his shoulders as he licked feverishly at your cunt. Sucking at your clit before swiping his tongue over the bundle of nerves rapidly, your hands found his hair as your legs trembled. 

“Ah fuck! Yoongi!” you moaned out loudly, the sensation was overwhelming- no one had touched you in so long you had forgotten how intense it could be. Bucking your hips up into his mouth you could feel the vibrations of his laugh in your core, as his tongue assaulted your clit your eyes closed from the intense pleasure ravaging your body. Your core was tightening and spasming rapidly, you knew what it meant and you chased for it by squeezing Yoongi’s head between your thighs. His strong grip on your thighs pried himself free as he gave your pussy one last lick before trailing kisses up your body, “Feel good kitten?”. 

Tears were in your eyes at the overwhelming sensation of being so close to releasing only to have it ripped away from you, “F-Fuck, I haven’t felt that good in so long. Why’d you stop?” you whined out. Yoongi started ridding himself of his boxers as you stared at him with blown out pupils, “Oh god you’re so fucking sexy, you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you”. 

Holding your arms out to him you spread your legs a bit farther apart for him, “Fuck me Yoongi, I want your cock inside me so bad”. Staring down at his toned body your eyes followed to his erection, he had claimed he was bigger then Jackson and he didn’t lie. His cock was thicker and longer, the tip already swollen and leaking with pre cum. Thankfully Yoongi wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, placing himself between your legs and rubbing his swollen member up and down your pussy. 

Eyes fluttering shut you felt a hand snake it’s way up your torso to cup your breast, opening your eyes slightly you saw Yoongi’s fucked out gaze as he rocked his member up and down your slit gathering your essence. Biting his lower lip he fought to control himself from just slamming into you all at once, using his other hand he prodded your entrance with a finger gently. Slipping it inside, gasping out as your hot tight walls sucked his digit in until he was in knuckles deep. 

“Ah! Fuck! Mmm, Yoongi..please” you whimpered out, trying to fuck yourself on his finger. He quickly added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of your snug walls slowly. Your hips started bucking into his hand hoping to make him go faster but he used his free hand to press down on your stomach to hold you still, “Shh shh kitten you need to let me stretch you out a bit okay?”. Rolling your eyes you tried to bucked into his palm despite what he said, earning a slap to your thigh from him. 

Yoongi pulled his fingers out of you roughly and used his hands to pin yours down on either side or your head, “Kitten wants to misbehave? I was just trying to be a good master and make it easier for you to take my cock but if you want to be a filthy cock slut then I don’t care if it hurts”. His words made your core clench around nothing, talking dirty was something you were always into but Jackson had always laughed at you when you’d mention it. 

Whimpering you bit your lip while staring up at him waiting for him to ruin you, as if on cue Yoongi aligned his throbbing member up with your awaiting hole after freeing one of your hands. You could feel the pressure of his tip slipping into your snug velvet walls, both letting out loud groans and moans at the sensation. 

Slowly he slid himself into your pussy until he was at the base of his member, letting out a sigh he threw his head back and tried to control his breathing. Your cunt was greedily sucking him in, pulsating around the intrusion “Ahh you’re so big Yoongi” you moaned out at the feeling of being stuffed. Moving his hands back to pin yours down he started pulling out of you slowly earning a hiss from you, the sting of the stretch was still new but it felt so good. Swiftly he snapped his hips into yours, grunting at the feeling of your walls wrapping around him over and over again with each thrust. 

Clawing at his hands that held yours down you couldn’t stop biting at your lower lip as he pounded into you quickly, the sounds of skin slapping filled the room and the unmistakable growls coming from him over turned you on even more. “Ah-Ah, that’s right master fuck my pussy” you gasped out as he picked up his pace, a deep growl ripped through his chest as he freed your hands  in exchange for your hips. His thrusts becoming rougher and more powerful at your words, you could feel the fluttering in your stomach as he mercilessly fucked you driving your closer and closer to the edge. 

Your hands found his sides and clawed into them roughly, Yoongi felt himself shutter in pleasure at the pain “Ah fuck kitten master is going to fucking destroy this pussy”. Pulling out of you he flipped you onto all fours, pushing your head into the mattress as he lifted your ass up higher before slamming into you without warning. 

Your moans quickly filled the apartment, you were certain your new neighbors could hear you but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as the sexy demon pounded away at you. Yoongi could feel himself starting to get closer to his end, reaching down to rub at your clit violently. 

“I can tell you’re close, your walls are fucking twitching around me. Cum for me baby” his deep gravely voice commanded you as his pace picked up in both his thrusts and on your clit. Closing your eyes you let your body accept it all and soon that coil felt like it was about to break, “I’m close I’m close keep fucking me please don’t stop!” you cried out weakly. Yoongi pinched your clit before rubbing it faster, his thrusts growing sloppy but not weakening in power. 

Thighs trembling you felt your whole body shake as your orgasm ripped through you, your eye sight started to fade to black but Yoongi’s thrusts forced you out of your semi-unconscious state while he chased his own high. You squirmed under his grasp at the over stimulation of his still rubbing your clit roughly, he snapped his hips into you a few more times before giving you one last rough thrust and releasing deep inside you. Leaning down he peppered your spine with kisses as he shallowly thrust in your abused walls milking himself inside you, you tried to regain a normal breathing pattern as you felt the demon pull out of you slowly. The now empty hole filled with his cum clenching around nothing, you could feel his slick mess drip out of you and down your thigh. 

Something warm and damp brushed your sensitive skin, cleaning you up gently “You okay kitten?” Yoongi asked as he finished cleaning you up and tossing the towel near his clothes he had removed earlier. Nodding weakly you let your body fall flat against the bed, rolling over onto your back you smiled to yourself. You had forgotten what it felt like to orgasm at the hands of someone who wasn’t you, Yoongi slid in next to you and wrapped his arms around you. Nuzzling into your neck, “I’m so fucking tired, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that ____”. Turning on your side you looked at him and ran a hand through his damp hair, “Hasn’t it only been like a month or so since you met me?”. Yoongi chuckled weakly before sighing, “Ahh no, I’ve known who you were for awhile I just only recenlty worked up the courage to face you”. 

“You’ve known who I was for awhile? Then you lied when you said you had just found Jackson and decided to take him for a spin”, your brows furrowed in confusion since he had been drinking the wine of truth when he answered you. 

Yoongi pressed a kiss to your nose and laughed, “No, that was true, just not the entire truth. I’m a demon I know how to manipulate things babe”. Groaning you accepted his explanation since you were too tired to argue it, for now you just wanted to enjoy the demon next to you while you could. 

“Oh and ____? I’m moving in” Yoongi said with a snap of his fingers, whooshing noises filled the apartment as your boxes were unpacked and placed accordingly along with items you didn’t recognize. Looking at the decorations in your room you sighed, wanting to slap the smirk of the demons face as you noticed items of the occult hanging all over the wall with what you assumed was blood dripping down the paint. 

Living with Yoongi was going to be literal hell. 

           “What else do you want me to say? He can’t help himself.” He stood leaning against the doorway, suit coat shed and the top buttons of his shirt undone. Blonde hair fell into his eyes and you hated that he looked so fucking good.

           “You need to teach him, Yoongi. He can’t keep getting away with this.” Your attention turned from him to the freezer because you were sure that you had some of your favorite yogurt hidden in the back.

           “Baby he’s two, you should have seen me at his age. He’s part demon. It’s in his nature and he can’t help it.” He sighed when all you did was hum in response and continue your quest in the freezer. A few moments later his arms wrapped around you from behind, and he pressed light kisses against your jaw and neck.

           Not wanting to admit that his touch affected you as much as it did, the anger fading as soon as his soft touch hit your skin, you tried to focus on the cold air of the freezer hitting your face. “It’s the third time Yoongi. Talk to him. Please.”

           He hummed against your skin, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he pulled you closer to his body. “Okay, okay. I will.” His lips continued on their journey, trailing from your shoulder to your neck where he bit down lightly before sucking the delicate skin, earning a soft moan from between your lips.

           Admitting defeat, you closed the freezer door and rested your head against it as Yoongi’s mouth continued to make you lightheaded. “Yoongi…” it came out as a whine, eyes fluttered shut when he released your neck to tug lightly at your earlobe with his teeth. “Go talk to your son.”

           He released you with an annoyed grunt and you turned around to face him. No matter how many times you’d seen his eyes go black it still made your breath hitch each time and you had to remind yourself that now was not the time to fuck the shit out of him in the kitchen. Especially not when you could see the top of the babysitter’s head over his shoulder in the livingroom.

           Yoongi leaned a hand against your head on the freezer door, and used the other to pull you against him to give you a lingering kiss that you regretted to say you wanted to last longer, before he pulled away and turned towards your son’s bedroom where you’d found him peacefully playing with his toys when you got home.

           “Oh and Yoongi?” You called after him, and glanced again towards the babysitter in the livingroom. Her figure was hunched in on itself, head lolled to the side and a pool of blood staining the couch. Her lifeless eyes stared out the window across the room. “You’re cleaning up the body.”