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( 𝓢𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ) 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ nsfw +++ mdni. in the underworld, love is a fatal weakness. but when an obsession triggers hell's most competitive prince, he goes to hunt down the purest soul before anyone else can claim her. cw: demon!jungkook (seven deadly sins), dark fantasy/romance, obsessive & possessive tendencies, spiritual beliefs, mind games, power imbalance, marking, usage of pet names (angel, doll, pretty, etc), somnophilia (starts as a wet dream/sleep paralysis), dubcon to consensual, praising, fingering, unprotected sex (missionary), mild choking, creampie, aftercare. wc: 10.9k

the abyss that represents hell has not changed at all. still the same cold and bottomless prison meant for none other than demons and creatures stripped of goodwill. it is a place of absolute disorder and drowning blackness, an ocean where you either keep swimming or drowning.

but in stark contrast to the freezing torment of the lower rings, the most powerful and sinister spirits resided divided into walled cities and enormous castles tailored to specific human sins. and today, within those high stone walls, you could find the sins of sloth and wrath engaging in what mortals would call a gossip session.

TAEHYUNG is lazing around, resting on a comfy bed in one of the many rooms in a castle, the infamous deadly sins took as a place to stay. he talked about whoever and whenever, his deep voice echoing in the quiet room, accompanied by the subtle shifting of his heavy limbs against the silk sheets.

"yesterday i visited the prettiest woman with the sweetest flesh," he murmured, tracing a slow circle in the air with his finger. "though she put a small bowl of sea salt under her bed before i could even make an appearance. cute, but useless."

JEONGGUK just listened. he was sitting on a carved obsidian chair across from his brother, his head thrown back against the headrest, his eyes closed, and his long legs stretched out, letting out occasional low hums to signal he hadn't completely tuned out.

"you usually like talking about women and preys,” the sin of sloth noted, an expression of slight confusion and worry appeared on his face. “not intrigued yet?"

"hmm... not really in the mood after HOSEOK told me in great detail what he was doing with this angel yesterday," jeongguk replied, the boredom settling deep into his bones.

"is that so?" taehyung then peeks up at the sitting form of the sin of wrath that was just resting, and the sloth could feel the feeling of melancholy, the state of just existing and doing nothing. it was untypical behavior for someone like jeongguk — a competitive and fierce demon like him just existing without a target was extraordinary, as it doesn't happen often, more like at all. wrath was a fire that required constant fueling, a relentless drive to dominate, conquer, and win every battle… seeing him like this still felt wrong.

taehyung rolled onto his stomach, propping his chin up on his hands, a lazy smile spreading across his lips as he thought of a way to spark that dead energy. "well, if hoseok's divine tastes bored you... there was this other girl. i saw her just before dawn. quite a pity i was too tired to actually take a physical form, but she was... exquisite."

jeongguk didn't move, keeping his chin tilted toward the dark ceiling. "they all taste the same after a century, tae. skin, bone, a little bit of fear. it’s predictable and boring."

"not this one," taehyung hummed, trying to convince the young prince otherwise, "she looked so incredibly pure and innocent. the kind of innocence that makes you want to ruin it just to see what color her soul turns. her eyes were shining like literal stars under the moonlight, completely unaware of what lurked in the dark. and her scent…” pausing when a low growl caught in his throat as his tongue grazed past his sharp fangs, licking his lips. "she reeks of sweetness. imagine everything we aren't allowed to touch in heaven. it made my blood boil just by standing near her window, made my stomach growl."

his eyes darkened at the memory of that concentrated sweetness, as the heavy silence stretched between them.

jeongguk’s head didn't move, but one piercing eye slowly slid open, fixing its gaze directly onto the other demon, who was already staring back with a knowing grin. the youngest usually doesn't dwell on what his brothers do or what they want to gossip about that much. he understood the rules, knowing the strict boundaries of the underworld — you don't steal another sin's claimed prey, you don't cross into another's territory without permission. but jeongguk was competitive to his very core, and his specific brand of wrath thrived on the thrill of the hunt, the absolute conquest of taking the best prize before anyone else could even draw their weapon.

and right now taehyung was just lying there, drowning in his own sloth, too lazy to actually get up and claim the girl he was drooling over. that made her fair game. if no one had claimed her with a physical mark, she belonged to the fastest hunter. the older chuckles at the sudden shift in jeongguk's posture, noticing how the younger demon's shoulders had tensed, the faint red glow of wrath beginning to simmer at the edges of his dark irises.

"interested now?" taehyung teased, crossing his arms under his chin. "i can spare you a few more details if you promise not to tell JIMIN... since, well, he actually found her first. but i just went to check what the big deal was."

jeongguk sit up slowly, his joints popping in the quiet room as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. his eyes were fully open now as the competition was already getting crowded. "jimin found her, and he hasn't touched her either?"

"you know how he likes to linger before taking a bite," taehyung yawned, his voice dropping to a hypnotic purr. "but she really is something else. just an ordinary human on the surface. goes to her little classes, works some mundane job to pay for her apartment... nothing fascinating about her daily life, really. but her soul, jeongguk... it's so pure it's almost a sin in itself."

jeongguk listened to every single syllable, his mind instantly converting taehyung's description into a perfect mental map. a girl so pure she made two ancient sins hesitate, most importantly, a girl who belonged to no one yet.

"angels and seraphims are beautiful and divine, sure, we've all tasted them. they know they are divine and carry that arrogance, manufactured to be that way. while there’s something entirely different about her, she doesn't come even close to those winged beings. her purity is raw, and she has no idea how delicious she is."

wrath wasn't just anger: it was the intoxicating need to possess completely and beat everyone else to the finish line to leave his permanent stamp where no one else could touch it.

"an ordinary human, hm?" jeongguk repeated quietly.

"mhm, a perfect little lamb," taehyung muttered, already closing his eyes again, drifting back into his comfortable numbness. "we can check her out again next week."

jeongguk didn't answer because something in him was growing very impatiently. he just stared at the floor, counting down the hours until the mortal realm plunged into total darkness, and she wouldn't be a free reward anymore. jimin was too slow, and taehyung was too lazy, and that was his chance to dive in.

it didn't take long to find you. a creature like jeongguk didn't need a map since he only needed to follow the intoxicating trail cutting through the air of the human city. and truly, you reeked of innocence, sugar, spice, and everything nice. but as he melted into the dark corners of your small apartment, his nostrils flared. vanilla. underneath the general sweetness taehyung had described, there was a rich undertone of pure vanilla that made the back of his throat ache.

the sin of wrath found you doing the most mundane things in the world, totally unaware that a literal predator was inhaling your scent from all the angles of your home. you were padding around the space, still wound up from a long day of classes and work. jeongguk follows you everywhere like a living shadow draped in the corners of your vision. you rushed into the bathroom to wash your face, and he hovered near the doorframe, deciding to wait outside. he is a demon, a literal harbinger of violence and domination, but he is also a gentleman.

watching the way the water droplets clung to your eyelashes, the way your soft lips parted as you sighed. the proximity was small, and it made hunger claw at his ribs. he could take you right here, press you against the cold sink and — no, not right now. he closed his eyes, forcing his fangs back, because this is not a good moment or opportunity to strike a prey you know nothing about.

"now where did i put that damn hair clip?" frustration bleeding into your sweet voice as you rummaged through a messy drawer. turning around to check the counter, your back to the sink for a split second. jeongguk tilts his head, hearing your soft tone as his eyes catch the tiny pink clip sitting right on top of the mirrored shelves. his fingers twitch, and suddenly the plastic is right at the center of the sink counter.

you turned back around, freezing. you blinked at the clip, staring at it for a moment too long. "i swear to god i'm losing my mind… i look right at things and don't see them.”

you brush it off by leaving the plastic sit there and making your way to the bedroom. the shadow followed you like a blessing in disguise. you were wearing an oversized t-shirt for pajamas, long enough to reach just above your thighs. the bareness of your legs captivated him, making his dark eyes trace the smooth curve of your calves up to the soft skin, and the moment he looked up and saw your reflection in the mirror as you combed your hair... a demon like him was fundamentally incapable of feeling genuine and selfless love.

instead, what looked like love was actually a consuming obsession. jeongguk had possessed plenty of women over his thousands of years of existence: he had ruined high-born princesses in the 16th century, he had corrupted a fallen angel until her wings turned to ash, but never had he felt such an agonizing twist in his chest. it hit him like a splash of holy water, a searing burn from the inside out. it terrified him, but it also thrilled him. he wanted to consume you until there was nothing left. taehyung wasn't lying, and he could see exactly why jimin had tried to call dibs.

suddenly, you tensed. the comb froze mid-air, as tiny goosebumps broke out across the delicate skin of your body. a pressure so heavy filled the room, giving you the terrifying feeling that someone was standing right behind you, staring down the back of your neck. whipping your head around, your heart is hammering with a frantic rhythm against your ribs as the demon stays perfectly still, blending into the dark, watching your chest rise and fall. staring directly into the dark corner, however, there was nothing. it's late at night, you are tired from work, and the lack of actual sleep is probably playing tricks on your mind... that has to be it. yeah, but no.

turning back to the mirror and finishing the last bits of combing your hair, "okay, seriously i need to stop pulling all-nighters.”

finally crawling into bed, pulling the duvet up to your chin. you reached over and lunged your arms around a pink bunny plushie, burying your nose into it before slowly drifting off into dreamland.

the floorboards don't even creak under his weight as jeongguk steps out of the shadow and approaches the bed. you look adorable, like a sleeping beauty, using that stuffed cotton to calm down... hmm, cute. his chest tightens with that strange sensation again. he stands there, waiting and waiting, making absolutely sure you are in a deep slumber before he slowly sinks his weight onto the edge of the mattress.

the material dipped slightly, though you were too far gone to notice. his hands are incredibly gentle, contrasting the lethal power coiled in his muscles, as he slowly peels the blanket away from your body and exposes your sleeping form to the cool night air. his eyes were constantly darting to your face, monitoring the slight flutter of your eyelashes to ensure you didn't wake up.

the urge to rip that flimsy shirt open and take you right here and there folded his every sense. his jaw clenched so hard it ached, his sharp fangs digging deeply into his own lower lip until the metallic taste of his own dark blood coated his tongue. he needed self-control, even if his inner beast was screaming at him to taste the vanilla on your skin. but he forces himself to hold back since the task tonight was simple: mark you, claim you, and make his permanent presence known in your life before his brothers could even think about doing something. finders, keepers. or in this case, the first one to paint on the canvas wins.

he leaned over you, his shadow completely swallowing your small frame, broad shoulders blocking out what little moonlight filtered through the blinds.

the demon let his fingernails grow slightly enough to sharpen. it is a very sensual and intimate moment for someone like him, as his touch was feather-light but burning hot as he pressed the tip of his sharp nail right into the delicate skin between your cleavage. he began to draw, dragging to carve a love rune into your skin.

you let out a soft sigh in your sleep, your body tensing as a silent spell washed over your mind, plunging your consciousness into an intoxicatingly warm dream. you felt a phantom heat spreading through your chest. jeongguk's eyes darkened to a deep crimson as he watched his magic take hold, leaving the red mark that would itch and throb against your skin for days to come.

next, his large hand slides down the smooth expanse of your leg, parting your thighs. the contrast of his cool touch against your burning skin made him bite the inside of his cheek. his fingertips were tracing the exact same sigil. the marks are a declaration of wrath that tells any wandering spirit, any low-level demon, and most importantly, jimin and taehyung, to back the fuck off. this is my prey. the spell settles over your skin, binding your subconscious to his, though not fully yet.

satisfied, the sin hovers over your sleeping form for a final moment, the sweet scent of your innocence entirely taking over him. pressing a soft kiss right to the center of your forehead, and the deal is partially sealed.

"sleep well, my angel." the blanket is pulled back over your shoulders, tucking you in by the time you stir and turn to hug your bunny plushie closer. the room is entirely empty as he vanishes. the shadows swallowed him whole, leaving you alone and completely branded by wrath, dreaming about a strange man with tattoos and red eyes.

by the time morning rolls around, you feel like you’ve completely misaligned your internal clock. you wake up utterly drenched in sweat, the sheets sticking to your skin, and you're hypersensitive. it feels like you’ve opened a third eye or something; every little sound is magnified, the air feels heavier, and your whole body itches, specifically right between your boobs and along the soft skin of your inner thighs.

you rub at your chest through your shirt, because maybe the humidity in your apartment just spiked overnight. luckily, it’s sunday. you have all the right in the world to laze around and do absolutely nothing as your heart desires. clinging to your bunny plushie, you mindlessly check your phone, answering a few texts from your friends before turning the screen off again. the exhaustion is still heavy in your bones. you let your eyes flutter shut, drifting in that hazy, half-awake state, just resting.

and that’s when the dream hits you again.

you vividly remember a very attractive but completely unknown man standing over you in the dark. he had beautiful and surprisingly gentle features, but his eyes were what truly captivated you — a lovely, deep shade of dark chocolate brown that felt almost solid as he looked down at you. usually, when random people appear in your fantasies, it's just your brain recycling faces you passed on the street or saw once in a coffee shop. but you know you’d remember seeing a man like that. he was unforgettable, if you could say that this was the man of your dreams.

your stomach lets out a loud growl, breaking the trance. breakfast first before you continue to wonder more about the stranger.

entering the kitchen and pouring yourself a bowl of cereal. as you eat, the phantom itching on your thighs returns, a dull heat that makes you squirm slightly in your chair. deciding you can't handle the after-sweat sleeping session anymore, you abandon the bowl and head to the bathroom to wash up.

you draw a warm bath, letting the steam fill the small room, propping your phone up on the sink, hitting play on your favorite playlist, and sinking into the water, desperately trying to relax. but the peace doesn't last.

five minutes in, the water suddenly feels suffocatingly warm. the air grows thick, and that prickly feeling crawls right up your spine: the undeniable sensation that someone is watching you, cramming into your personal space. looking toward the foggy bathroom mirror, expecting to see something, but there’s nothing. you don't want to be paranoid, you hate feeling crazy, so you reach out and turn the music louder, trying to drown out the thumping of your own mind.

what you don't know is that someone is there, but it isn't the one who claimed you.

materializing smoothly in the shadowed corner of your small living room, right outside the fogged-up bathroom door, is a different presence entirely. the sin of envy had finally decided to cease his window-shopping and actually claim the little human he’d been tracking. tilting his head, a beautiful smile playing on his lips as he steps toward your bedroom to wait for you. but the moment he crosses the threshold, he stops dead in his tracks.

the air in your room doesn't smell like vanilla anymore. it's laced with something, or rather someone else. jimin's eyes narrow as he approaches your unmade bed. he looks down at the sheets, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. the residual aura radiating from the mattress is blinding to a demon he knows all too well.

"uh-oh," a deep voice purrs from the corner of the room, making jimin snap his head around to see taehyung stepping out of the closet shadows, a lazy grin plastered across his face.

"you," jimin hisses, his eyes flash green. the sweet sin of envy is absolutely furious because someone by the name of jeon jeongguk touched something that was not his. "you ran your fucking mouth, didn't you?"

"i didn't tell him to come here," sloth defends carelessly, raising his hands in mock surrender as he leans against the wall. "i just mentioned her. you know how wrath is. the kid hears about a prize that hasn't been claimed, and his instincts take over. first come, first served… not my fault that he is impatient."

"she was mine," jimin snarls softly, his fingers twitching as he looks toward the bathroom door, where the sound of your music is still playing. he can smell the faint heat of jeongguk's love runes burning on your skin from here. he marked you, stamping his name into your flesh, warning the entire underworld away with a simple spell.

"technically, she was no one's," taehyung points out, shifting his weight with a yawn. "no one besides him actually did anything about it. you lingered too long, jiminie."

jimin's chest heaves with bitter jealousy. he hates losing, especially to the youngest. he stares at the bathroom door, listening to the faint sound of you splashing in the tub, completely oblivious to the two high lords of hell arguing in your bedroom. eventually, envy lets out a frustrated sigh, the green glow in his eyes receding since he can't break a wrath-brand without triggering a literal war in the abyss, and jeongguk is far too fierce of a fighter to cross over a human.

"fine," the blonde murmurs, as he looks at the raven-haired sin. "he can have her for now. but you tell him from me... if he finds someone else in the future or gets bored with this little lamb, she goes straight to me. favor for the favor of me not ripping his throat out right now."

taehyung chuckles, his deep voice vibrating in the small space. "i'll pass along the message. now come on, let's leave before wrath smells you on her. he’s already possessive enough."

both demons melt into the shadows and back to hell, leaving your apartment entirely quiet.

inside the bath, you suddenly gasp, the suffocating pressure in your chest instantly lifting. the paranoia vanishes as you blink, looking around the bathroom, not knowing of the demonic drama that just unfolded over your soul. all you know is that the itch between your thighs is getting warmer, and the face of the dark-eyed man from your dreams is becoming impossible to forget.

the next day, on monday, the itching becomes absolutely insufferable. you're practically squirming in your seat during your morning routines, genuinely convinced you must have eaten or drunk something to cause a severe allergic reaction. what you don't know is that you wish it was an allergic reaction instead of a demon's way of claiming you.

what’s worse is that it doesn't go away. if it does, it's only for a fleeting hour before it flares right back up. it’s so incredibly annoying that no matter how many times you take a cold bath or apply layers of soothing gel, it still stays, driving you entirely crazy. the only time it doesn't itch is when you sleep. that’s exactly why you are so cranky right now, since you just woke up from a desperate afternoon nap, and the second your eyes opened, your skin started burning all over again.

and you keep dreaming about that man the moment darkness evokes your vision.

this man is a constant presence in your sleep, acting as a secondary character in whatever bizarre stories your brain comes up with. but every single time he seems to get closer and closer to you, his dark chocolate eyes keep tracking your every move, but from far away.

currently unaware that you are divinely and demonically protected by no other than the sin of wrath. you have become extremely sensitive and more spiritual than ever. your intuition is through the roof, but it also feels like something is constantly feeding off your energy, or rather, pouring something into you that tickles the deepest core of your soul, leaving you breathless and wired.

spiritual stuff keeps happening all over your apartment. you think you lost your keys, only for them to suddenly appear right on the kitchen counter the exact moment you turn around. you think you closed a door, but it’s left open. the strangest part is that the vanity lights adorning your bedroom mirror are acting possessed. they either shine blindingly bright or dim down to a faint, almost ghostly glow. sometimes they blink rapidly, flickering like someone is sending you a morse code you can't decode.

and it’s just the sin messing with you in his demonic and teasing way, completely amused by your frustration.

earlier, you felt such a suffocating pressure in the kitchen that you almost threw a handful of sea salt right at the invisible force you sensed lurking in the corner. was there a poltergeist here? a ghost of someone who died fifty years ago? as far as you know, no one died in this apartment, and the building complex isn't built on an old graveyard... at least, you really hope so.

you can’t see him, but he can see you perfectly. jeongguk doesn't want to be that guy, but you have such a sweet and captivating body. right now, you’re trying on a cute dress to go out with your girlfriends later this week, modeling it in front of the mirror while he sits casually on your bed next to the pink bunny. he looks exactly like the best invisible boyfriend you don't know you have… you are so pretty it hurts his non-existent soul.

he is becoming utterly obsessed. it’s not love, a prince of hell doesn't know what that is, but he is extremely drawn to you and your pure energy. across dimensions, even when he is deep in the abyss of hell, he can hear the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, guess your exact location, read your emotions, and feel your anxiety spike. the love rune he carved between your cleavage and on your thighs acts as a literal contract. it binds your soul directly to him, creating a forced emotional and psychological bond. the side effects are beginning to bleed into your waking life: a supernatural attraction, a phantom pull blurring the lines between a terrifying curse and genuine feelings.

you don't know what the fuck is happening. mercury is in retrograde, right? yeah. you decide to blame all your current life problems on mercury because, please, the planets need to calm down. all you want to do is have one peaceful evening where you aren't fighting with the literal air and looking like a crazy old lady who spent the last five decades alone.

giving up on the dress, you change into a pair of oversized clothes and collapse onto your living room couch. you just want to chill, watching tv while snuggled under your favorite fluffy blanket. jeongguk follows you, seamlessly crossing the room to sit on the armchair right beside the couch, propping his chin on his hand as he watches you. but just as he’s settling in to enjoy the quiet moment with you, the television screen distorts.

the sin of sloth appears out of thin air, sitting flat on the floor in front of your small coffee table, his head tilted back as he stares up at what you have been watching.

"documentaries about dead lizards? how old is she, five?" an amused scoff escaped his lips while listening to the random facts. "very cute that she doesn't believe in god."

jeongguk rolls his eyes, not moving from his spot on the armchair, though his eyes flash a warning crimson. it doesn't matter if you believe in something or not; the wrath couldn't care less about your religious stance. you are his, and that's all that matters.

"what are you doing here, taehyung?" jeongguk asks, though it manifests to your human ears as just a sudden draft of cold air that makes you shiver and pull your blanket higher.

taehyung turns his head, his sharp fangs catching the light of the tv as he grins at the younger demon. "just checking in on wrath's new little pet. also, jimin said he would slice your throat when he sees you again." shrugging his shoulders against the coffee table. "is that why you're hiding in the mortal realm… to run away from envy?"

jeongguk doesn’t show a reaction, his gaze sliding from taehyung back to your face, watching your nose crinkle as you adjust the volume. "he was too slow, it wasn’t my fault that she belongs to me now.”

"you just scribbled your name on the wrapper," taehyung points out, rolling his eyes as he reaches toward your bowl of popcorn on the table, his fingers passing right through the ceramic. "besides, if you keep flooding her apartment with this much energy, you're going to break her before you even get to taste her. she looks like she's about to faint."

taehyung wasn't lying. the atmosphere in your living room has double the spiritual pressure you've ever felt in your life. the air feels like it's physically pressing down on your shoulders, making it hard to draw a full breath. your heart begins to beat violently against your ribs, as panic sets into your chest. you feel absolutely terrified, your eyes darting around the empty room and jeongguk can feel that. through the love rune, his protective instincts instantly flare, his posture stiffening as his eyes lock onto your trembling form.

the sound fuzzes in the back of your ears, like a radio tuned between two stations, before fading into overlapping murmurs. you can actually hear them. voices bickering right in front of you, but you can't understand a thing as the overwhelming presence of them makes your head throb painfully behind your eyes.

"you're crowding her, taehyung. leave," jeongguk barks, and you could feel the vibration.

"i'm just sitting here, you're the one leaking wrath like a cracked furnace," taehyung retorts, his deep voice bouncing off the walls of your mind.

"shut up," you suddenly whisper into the empty air, pressing your palms tightly against your ears. your head is starting to hurt so badly from all the commotion, your vision is swimming slightly as you stare at the flickering television screen. you don't know what's going on or why you are reacting to literal nothingness, but to you, it is absolutely not nothing.

jeongguk opens his mouth to say something else, but taehyung cuts him off.

the sin of sloth reaches out, slapping a hand over wrath's mouth, his eyes wide as he sends a fierce glare at his younger brother. shush, taehyung's expression says clearly, keep quiet and don't you dare open your mouth.

talking entirely with his eyes, taehyung nods over at you, gesturing to how you are visibly calming down the moment the auditory chaos stops. jeongguk glares at the hand over his face, his veins slowly starting to pop out, but he forces himself to go completely still.

for the next two minutes, the two lords of hell engage in a completely ridiculous lip-sync argument. taehyung mouths words playfully waving his hands around, gesturing to the television and your stressed-out posture. while jeongguk just stares at him with unblinking eyes, subtly lifting a single finger to threaten his brother with silent promises of violence, bickering like kids refusing to share a toy.

it’s completely absurd if you could actually see them. on the couch, you let out a shaky breath as the phantom voices dissolve back like they were never there. you wrap the fluffy blanket tighter around your shoulders, staring blankly at the screen.

that's it, you think to yourself, a hysterical laugh bubbled up in your throat. i'm officially becoming schizophrenic. you promise that you will never drink energy drinks again or stay up until three in the morning. no more reading weird internet threads, before you totally lose your mind.

jeongguk watches you with the genuine softness that melts the harsh edges of his features as he hears your frantic thoughts. you think you're crazy, and the literal prince of wrath is sitting three feet away, entirely captivated by how adorable you look when you're stressed.

the youngster completely ignores his older brother, who is still standing there smirking and making teasing heart-signs with his hands. but the second jeongguk turns his head to glare him out of existence, the spot in front of the coffee table is empty. the sin of sloth had vanished as quickly as he came, leaving nothing but a faint cold trail behind.

alone in the room with you, he leans back into the armchair, his gaze tracking the slow rise and fall of your chest as you finally begin to relax. the urge to pin you to that mattress, and finally feel your soft skin against his is an agonizing torture with every single ticking second.

but the sin of wrath forces himself to wait just a little bit longer. he needs you to get used to the spiritual realm first, your soul to completely adapt to his dark energy, before he pulls you under for good. the night when he finally consumes is coming, and when it does, he won't be hiding in the shadows anymore.

for two consecutive weeks, you feel like a completely possessed doll.

the paranoia doesn't go away; if anything, it grows stronger with every passing hour. you start hearing distinct whispers in the dead of night, feeling the undeniable sensation of someone’s large hands tracing lines across your skin. worse, you wake up in the freezing hours of the morning feeling a radiating heat pressing against your back, like someone is sleeping right beside you, tangling their legs with yours. you tried everything to ward off the evil. you lined your windows with sea salt, burned sage until your eyes watered, and left protective charms on your nightstand, but to no avail.

you finally broke down and talked to your friends about it, but you just got the exact response you'd already predicted: it's all in your head, you're just stressed, you're imagining things.

well, if you are imagining things... then why is the man from your dreams literally standing five meters away from you right now?

you freeze in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, the bustling sounds of the city entirely fading. it’s him. the exact same messy hair, a white compressed shirt, and the dark tattoos adorning his entire right arm. and those captivating chocolate-brown eyes are staring right at you through the moving crowd.

the mind games you don’t know you are even playing are turning you batshit crazy. you genuinely start to question if you need to visit a therapist or directly sign yourself up for the psych ward. but before you can pull out your phone, right there, in the middle of the daylight, he gives you a surprisingly endearing bunny smile.

you blink just once, and he is... gone, as if the space he occupied never existed.

jeongguk can't wait anymore. he is messing with you on purpose now, his obsession fully mutating into a desperate need to make you realize the truth: yes, babe, i'm real. yes, i own your soul. yes, i am completely in love with you, even if i have no fucking clue how i am capable of feeling this. yes, i want to spend my entire immortal existence wrapping myself around you.

you start chasing him through the crowded streets. you don't even know why you're running, but the invisible love rune on your body is pulsing and acting like a supernatural compass. even if you can't see him, you know exactly where he is. weaving through people, your heart in your throat, catching glimpses of his shirt, turning a corner, ducking into an alley. you burst around the corner, entirely out of breath, expecting to find the dark-eyed stranger. instead, you slam hard into a broad chest.

"whoa there, little lamb. why the hurry?"

you stumble back, looking up at a tall, raven-haired stranger with a model-like face and an incredibly deep voice. the man is wearing a tailored silk shirt and a cat-like smirk that makes your survival instincts scream. he doesn't step away, but directly into your personal space, leaning down slightly. "you look like you've seen a ghost. or maybe... a demon?"

"i–i'm sorry, i’m just looking for someone," you stammer, your mind fracturing under the intense spiritual pressure radiating off him. "he was just here, a tall man, and he had tattoos–"

"ah, the boy with the bunny smile," the stranger cuts you off, humming smoothly as his tongue grazes his fangs. he tilts his head, whispering something entirely confusing right into your ear. "he’s a very greedy creature, darling. he likes to take things that don't belong to him, and right now, he's holding your heart in the palm of his hand in a place where the sun never rises. i'd tell you to run, but his wrath is much faster than your little legs."

you recoil, your eyes widening in sheer shock. "what–"

"wake up, pretty girl," taehyung winks, stepping backward into the shadows of the alleyway. before you can reach out to grab his sleeve, a sudden wave of dizziness hits you, the entire world spinning violently on its axis until the brick walls and city streets dissolve into absolute blackness. when you open your eyes, you are not outside.

you are in your bed, breathing heavily, clutching your blanket like it’s your last resort, your fingers white from how tightly you're gripping the fabric. there is no raven-haired man. there is no tattooed stranger. just you and the plush bunny tucked securely under your arm.

it was just a dream.

but the relief is cut incredibly short when the phantom itching flares up with a vengeance. it’s not an ordinary itch; it is an internal heat concentrated perfectly between your cleavage and stretching along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. it’s beneath your clothes like an electric current. groaning, you throw the covers off and shuffle into the bathroom, needing to splash some cold water on your face and freshen up from the cold sweat coating your skin. the apartment is dead quiet. you turn the faucet on, letting the icy water pool in your hands before pressing it to your burning face.

you wipe your eyes and lift your head to look at yourself in the glass.

right behind your reflection, standing flush against your back in the cramped space of the bathroom, is the tattooed man from your dreams. his broad chest is practically pressed against your shoulder blades, his piercing eyes locked onto yours through the mirror. before you can even scream, he gives you that same cute bunny smile you saw on the street.

you blink rapidly, a violent gasp leaving your throat, and he’s gone once again.

"what the fuck..." you whisper, your hands trembling so hard you have to grip the edge of the sink. you are tired. so, so incredibly tired. it’s a bone-deep exhaustion, a heavy lethargy that makes your limbs feel like lead, almost like something is actively draining you, having your soul slowly sucked right out of your body day by day. you lean against the counter, your mind racing. do you have some strange, fucked up version of sleep paralysis? and if you do, why the hell are your demons some breathtakingly hot guys you’ve never seen in your life? you have so many questions, and frankly, you don't even know if you want the answers.

one thing is for certain: you can't go back to sleep. you simply can't.

fear and extreme anxiety take over, turning your survival instincts up to a frantic thousand. you march through your apartment, flicking on every single light switch until the entire place is completely lit up, leaving no dark corners for shadows to hide in. you retreat back to your bed, propping your pillows up and hugging the bunny plushie tightly to your chest, desperately trying to find anything to distract your racing mind.

pulling out your phone and opening tiktok, hoping for mindless scrolling to numb the panic. but the universe has a sick sense of humor. the very first video on your feed is a creator talking about spiritual anomalies, specifically titled: signs you've been targeted by an entity.

you try to scroll past it, but your thumb freezes as the voice narrates the symptoms. unexplained, symmetrical markings or itching on the body that feels like a burning rash. heavy and suffocating spiritual pressure in your home. vivid and consecutive dreams, a sudden drain on your physical energy. the video offers a deeper explanation. in demonology, an incubus will often mark their chosen human prey on the chest, back, or thighs to warn other spirits away. this acts as a contract, binding your soul directly to them.

your phone slips from your hand, clattering onto the mattress. wait, what if... an incubus actually marked you in your sleep?

pressing your back against the headboard, chuckling nervously. oh shit, you are crazy for real. you've officially lost your mind and let an internet folklore break your brain. but as you look down at your chest, feeling the unmistakable throb of the invisible sigil pulsing between your breasts, the skepticism dies. all the paranormal things that have happened to you recently, like the moving objects, the shifting lights, the physical touch, have absolutely no other explanation.

you don't know what’s real and what’s not anymore. the bickering in the underworld has settled, jeongguk’s patience has entirely run out, and the waiting is officially over. tonight, the sin of wrath is coming to claim his prize in the flesh, and as the bedroom lights suddenly begin to flicker and dim one by one, you find yourself desperately wishing it was all just a dream.

despite the bright lights illuminating every single corner of your apartment, the exhaustion finally wins. your eyelids grow impossibly heavy, your fingers loosening around your bunny plushie as you drift off into a deep and inescapable slumber.

physically, you are safe in your room, but spiritually, your soul is wandering through a manifestation of the abyss. you find yourself standing in the middle of a place you’ve never seen before. it looks like an endless castle hallway with the towering arched ceilings, velvet draperies that hang like heavy shadows, and an oppressive pressure that makes your breath bloom into white mist, a terrifying reminder of the unknown. a fragile human spirit wandering a realm where you don't belong.

stepping out of the dark, the tattooed man from before appears, but this time, he isn't silent. his presence is a massive punch of pure authority, yet his whole demeanor is entirely soft as his dark chocolate eyes lock onto you. he approaches you with slow steps, and before fear can fully paralyze you, he reaches out to grab your hand. his large palm is the only warm thing in this entire hellscape. he intertwines his tattooed fingers with yours, his grip is tight and possessive, but his touch is incredibly gentle as he looks down at you.

"you shouldn't be here," his soft voice vibrates through your entire spiritual body, completely soothing the panic in your chest. "it's not safe for you, angel. your mind shouldn't have dug this deep."

he tugs you along, and you follow without an ounce of resistance. he takes you away down the winding corridor, leading you into a lavish bedroom draped in deep crimson. he's acting exactly like prince charming, saving you from a terrible danger, his broad shoulders shielding you from everything, when in reality... he is the danger itself. a monster lurking in the dark, yet your heart is on a roller-coaster ride out of excitement rather than fear.

once the door clicks shut, jeongguk steps closer, his large hands reaching up to delicately cup your face, his thumbs smoothing over your cheekbones with a softness that catches you off guard. he looks at you like you are the most precious thing he has ever laid his eyes on, maybe because you are.

"are you okay?" he murmurs, his thumb catching a stray tear you didn't even know you shed. "did i scare you outside? i didn't mean to, dollface. you're safe now. i’ve got you."

he doesn't even fully understand what is happening to him, an ancient prince of hell harboring such a protective softness for a mortal girl, enslaved by the pull. you stare into his hypnotic eyes, as you swallow hard, your voice shaking as you finally decide to speak up.

"who are you?"

a wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. for whatever fucked up reason, you feel so intensely drawn to him. your body, your mind, and your soul are so entirely pure, but standing in front of this darkness, you feel an aching need to be claimed and stained by him. you want to offer yourself to him on a silver platter and let him consume every sweet part of you.

"would you really want to know?"

jeongguk is at a total loss because he doesn't know what’s happening to him either. a literal creature of hell, one of the worst and most feared sins, is being so incredibly soft with his prey... or rather, his future lover. the moment he found you, he knew he didn't want anyone else. his intense obsession twists into a protective tenderness that he doesn't even know how to process himself. he just knows he needs to hold you.

"are you the one causing me to be paranoid all this time?"

"yes and no," he murmurs, his thumb softly tracing your jawline.

your eyes shine so bright, even when filled with fear, and your vanilla scent is an intoxicating aroma he could drown in. your heartbeat is music to his ears, and most importantly, that sweet soul of yours is like a lantern in the dark. your energy is so pure that it completely blinds him and strips away his demonic senses. you made him feel the impossible. you chained him up, even though you are the one actually trapped in his web.

you keep asking questions: what is he? who is he? is he even real? why are you here? what is going on?

so wrath decides to shut you up.

the second his lips press against yours, your entire world shatters. he leans in, tilting your chin up, and to deepen the kiss. you gasp into his mouth, but instead of pulling away, you kiss him back with the same desperate fervor. his warm hands cup your face, his thumbs wiping away the tension as he presses his weight forward, backing you up slowly until your knees hit the edge of the massive mattress. you fall back into the big bed of the velvet room, dragging him down over you.

and that’s when the dream boundaries begin to crumble.

the scenery of the castle starts to blur, because you suddenly start to feel the physical reality of your own mattress beneath your back. the sleep paralysis keeps you from moving your physical body, but you can feel everything. you moan into his mouth as the kiss deepens, becoming wilder and more passionate. letting out a soft whimper as you feel his fangs lightly bite your lower lip, drawing a spark of electricity through your nervous system.

"i want you," jeongguk murmurs against your lips, his hot breath fanning over your face as his hands slide down to grip your waist tightly. he whispers sweet promises into the quiet space between you, demonic voice swirling through your subconscious like poison. "i'll keep you safe... from my brothers, from every other being that ever tries to look at you. you don't ever have to fear me, my pretty angel. i will do absolutely anything for you... just let me fully claim you."

mapping out the curves of your waist through your clothes, his thumbs trace the hot itch on your inner thighs. he nuzzles into your neck, his lips pressing wet kisses along your jaw. the sensory overload is too much, forcing your consciousness to break through the fog. you force your heavy eyelids to flutter open, expecting the empty safety of your room, but the reality is far more intoxicating.

the bedroom lights are still on, casting a harsh glow over the reality of your situation: jeongguk is there. he has physically manifested over you, pinning your body down with his immense weight.

he doesn't give you time to process when his movements are a blurring mix of feral hunger and worship. he starts stripping the oversized shirt over your head, leaving you completely bare beneath him. his thumb drags heavily across the love rune between your cleavage, his sharp claws slightly grazing the sensitive skin, making you whimper and arch off the mattress. you're caught entirely between the terrifying gravity of the supernatural and the undeniable attraction pulling you straight into his chest. you try to protest, a soft gasp leaving your lips, but he replaces the sound with another possessive kiss that completely steals your breath.

jeongguk is a different breed when he’s unleashed. his wrath morphs into a consuming, obsessive passion as he pulls away from your lips, his gaze dragging down your naked torso.

"look at you," he growls out, his deep voice vibrating against your skin as he begins kissing his way down your body. "so fucking beautiful. my angel... my pretty doll. the only thing i need."

his tongue tracing your most sensitive spots until you are crying out, your fingers tangling in his dark hair. he calls you every metaphor his ancient mind can conjure — his dove, the apple of his eye, the light of his life, his beloved, his one and only. he speaks to you like a deity speaks to a miracle, his hot breath fanning over your damp skin.

but he is still a creature of sin. he doesn't just kiss; he claims. jeongguk bites down hard on the soft skin of your hip, leaving a plum-colored hickey, marking you with physical bruises alongside his invisible runes. the way you moan completely drives him over the edge. embarrassed, you try to cover your naked chest with your hands, trying to shield yourself from his intense stare.

chuckling, he easily wraps his large hands around your wrists, removing them from your chest and pinning them firmly next to your head, lacing his fingers with yours.

"don't hide from me," he murmurs, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, biting your shoulder just hard enough to make you whine. "let me see what's mine."

taking a brief moment to catch his breath, staring down at your flushed face, with his hands still locking yours, he nudges your chin with his nose. "undress me," he whispers, releasing your wrists just enough so your hands fall against the heavy fabric of his shirt. "go on... you have all the rights like i do."

your hands are trembling, and your brain is screaming at you that this makes no sense — is this a wet dream? a hallucination? an actual entity? you don't fucking know anymore, and honestly, the pleasure rippling through your veins makes you past the point of caring. you want the burning to stop, you want the itch to go away, and you want him.

as your fingers clumsily work at his clothes, exposing his broad chest, and heavily tattooed right arm, you look up into his chocolate-brown eyes one last time, desperate for a grain of reality.

"please tell me…" you breathe out, your voice cracking. "...who are you?"

this time, he doesn't speak in riddles. he leans down, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he finally gives you a piece of the truth.

"jeongguk," it’s cementing itself into your soul. "my name is jeongguk."

wrath bleeds into the very fabric of how he handles you. he’s a little harsh, possessive and borderline mean, but never in a degrading way. it’s the desperation of a demon who yearns, a prince of hell who has spent thousands of years feeling nothing but the cold fire of the abyss, now burning for a single mortal girl. he is so fiercely ambitious to have you, so smug that he even got into a fight with his own envious brother just to keep his hands on you. out of all the sins, jeongguk had to be the one favored to know and have you.

you belong entirely to him now, and your soul seems to accept it before your mind even can.

because he is a demon feeding on your energy, the intimacy is magnified a thousand times over. when his tattooed hand slides down your torso to part your legs, your breath hitches. his rough fingers slip between your thighs, finding your heat and rubbing slow circles against your swollen folds. instantly closing your eyes and trembling, your toes curling into the mattress as any remaining resistance melts away into an approval and submission.

"look at how wet you are for a monster like me, angel.” he pushes one thick finger inside you, and a ragged breath escapes your lips. jeongguk feels how tightly your walls wrap around him. he adds a second finger, then a third, stretching you out, prepping your body and forcing you to get used to his relentless tempo. his thumb never stops working your clit, driving you completely insane.

you cling to his massive biceps like a lifeline, your nails digging into his skin as your hips helplessly chase his hand. the pleasure is so intense, so overwhelming for your fragile human senses, that silent tears begin to escape your eyes, falling like diamonds down your flushed cheeks. a sin like him is so completely down bad for a mere human.

"you like that, hm? tell me, sweetheart," he murmurs, his fingers curling inside you, picking up the pace until you’re whimpering his name like a prayer. "let me hear those sweet sounds. you're doing so good for me… so perfect. you feel so fucking warm."

he isn't even trying to drain you. a demon is supposed to feed on the soul, to deplete it until there's nothing left, but jeongguk doesn't want to consume your energy tonight. he just wants to exist inside the warmth of it. he wants to drown in the human light of your spirit.

"you're mine," he growls against your lips, his fingers driving deep one last time before he pulls them out before you could orgasm, leaving you empty and begging on the sheets. "nobody else gets to touch you. remember my name when i'm inside you, doll."

and remembering his name is all you can do as he aligns himself between your parted thighs, his massive cock rubbing against your dripping entrance.

"wait," you stutter, your hands flying to his chest, trying to push against his dead weight. your hips try to shrink back into the mattress. you want him so badly, your body is literally weeping for him, but looking down at the reality of what he's about to do to you makes you terrified. "no, no... jeongguk, wait. i can't. you're too big... i can't take all of that."

jeongguk doesn't pull away. instead, he settles deeper between your legs, his heavy hips pinning you down as he leans forward, trapping your small frame beneath his. his hand cups your face, forcing you to look directly into his slightly crimson-lit eyes.

"you can, and you will, sweetheart," his tone leaves no room for argument. he presses a reassuring kiss to your trembling lips before pulling back just enough to look at you. "if you couldn't handle me, why would i have chosen you in the first place? do you have any idea how hard it is for a prince of hell to pick a decent human being to do this with? i didn't wait weeks just for you to back down."

prince of hell? the words echo in your mind, it would explain absolutely everything if he is a literal demon, but fuck it… your body is entirely on fire, and the thought of being left denied this pleasure is far more terrifying than whatever supernatural creature is hovering over you.

you take a deep breath, consciously forcing your tensed thighs to relax and widen for him.

his expression softens, a smirk spreading across his lips as he feels your compliance. "such a good girl," he praises, his thumb wiping a stray tear from your cheek. "just relax for me. i'm going to take such good care of you, angel. i'm going to make this night completely unforgettable."

holding your gaze, he slowly tilts his hips and sinks inside you.

inch by agonizing inch, his thick length forces its way into your tight walls. a loud scream tears from your throat, your back arching violently off the sheets as tears stream down your face. he is massive, stretching you to your absolute limit; it’s overwhelming, but as he bottoms out, burying himself completely inside your cunt, the pain instantly morphs into a euphoric rush.

it defies all logic. he fits so perfectly inside you, filling every empty corner of your soul, that it genuinely feels like you were intelligently designed just to harbor his wrath.

the prince lets out a low groan, throwing his head back, completely overcome by the intoxicating warmth of your soul wrapping around his cock. "fuck," he gasps out, his knuckles turning white as he locks his fingers with yours, pinning your hands to the bed once again. "you were made for me…. completely made for me."

he rides the high of his absolute conquest, looking down at you as you completely lose your mind beneath him. he pauses for a second, bottoming out completely, before he begins to drive into you ruthlessly, his heavy hips slamming against yours with unyielding power that feels like it’s rearranging your guts, mixing his hellish dna with your human one.

and all you can do is cry out his name. you moan, you whimper, your fingers clawing at the tensed muscles of his back as your heels dig into the mattress. "jeongguk, please... jeongguk," you beg, desperate for the sweet escape of a climax, but he is completely in control of your pleasure.

"fuck, why do you feel so fucking good?" looking down at your undone form, his large ego swells to a dangerous high. he won. jimin is empty-handed, taehyung is asleep, and you are here, weeping under him. he can feel your very soul surrendering to him through the pulsing heat of the love rune. "the way you take me... so tight, so perfect. my pretty, compliant little doll."

wanting to consume every ounce of your reaction, jeongguk brings his tattooed hand up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around your throat. he squeezes gently, just enough to restrict your breath, and make your pupils dilate with fear.

the desperate and needy look that crosses your face makes him want to combust. his chest heaves as he looks down at you, his thumb rubbing against your jawline while his fingers hold you captive. with his other hand, he grabs your thigh, as he begins to fuck you brutally, the pace turning feral and relentless. he leans down, his sharp fangs grazing your collarbone before he bites down hard, leaving another bleeding mark on your skin. you let out a strangled, choked-off cry, your hips helplessly rising to meet his devastating rhythm.

he is willing to give you the world, burn the abyss to the ground if that’s what it takes to keep you chained to him. "give it all to me," he gasps against your skin, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, and completely unforgiving as he drives you both right to the edge of the precipice. "let me have all of you, angel. you're mine… forever mine."

the sound of skin slapping echoes in room as he drives you deeper into the mattress. jeongguk is relentless, his stamina entirely unmatched by anything mortal. suddenly, your inner walls begin to ripple, tightening around his massive length. you're orgasming as your eyes roll back, your entire body shaking as the climax rips through your nervous system.

losing the last of his demonic self-control as he follows you right after. slamming his hips down one last, brutal time, burying his cock to the absolute hilt as he comes at the same time as you.

he thrusts so deep as he unloads a thick current of hot seed directly into you. he holds himself flush against you, his tensed muscles trembling as he fills your womb to the brim. a tummy bulge against your lower abdomen is a visual stamp of his complete overindulgence.

collapsing on top of you, he pants against your neck, his ancient mind begins to drift into uncharted territories. feeling your trembling stomach, and a possessive thought takes root: having little offspring with you. wouldn't that be absolutely adorable? half-human, half-demon hybrids running around his castle. the sin of wrath doing the most forbidden and taboo thing of all — creating life with a mortal. he wants it so badly his fangs ache, but perhaps not right now. for tonight, he is content just leaving you thoroughly ruined and marked.

even though he cums once, he doesn't pull out, stop or let you rest. his stamina is infinite, and he instantly hardens right inside your slick warmth, picking the pace back up without a single shred of mercy.

it goes on for hours. hours of your bodies clashing under the harsh lights, of you cumming together over and over again until your mind is completely fried. during the haze of it all, jeongguk leans down, his sweat-damp hair brushing your cheek as he murmurs things like, i love you. it’s sincere, even if a creature like him doesn't truly understand what love is.

you are completely spent, both body and mind are an absolute mess, utterly unraveled by the supernatural intensity of it all. you have never been desired in such a way. no human man could ever make you feel like this, and if someone was going to steal your innocence, you are glad it's a demonic manifestation like him. the man of your dreams. jeongguk. you will get used to this, you want to get used to him.

suddenly you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. weeping into his mouth as you swallow his low growls, matching his rhythm with the last of your fading strength. but your human body simply can't hold on anymore. after one final and devastating thrust that sends a wave of white-hot pleasure through your soul, your eyes flutter shut. your arms slip from his shoulders, and you collapse right beneath.

jeongguk pulls back slightly, an incredibly tender bunny smile spreading across his face as he looks down at his utterly claimed angel. you don't actually fall asleep, but you lazily open your eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling while your breathing slowly stutters back to normal. the demon doesn't move away either; he stays aligned with you, moving so he’s resting on his elbows, watching the erratic pulse in your neck calm down.

your brain is trying to compute everything. what the actual fuck just happened?

sensing your absolute mental overload, jeongguk finally slips out of you with a slick sound that makes you whimper, but before you can even hiss from the loss of him, the terrifying prince of wrath does the most human thing possible: he drags your spent body right back against his chest, tucking your head securely under his chin. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling the fluffy blanket all the way up to your shoulders. casually plays with a strand of your hair.

you're stiff as a board as he cuddles you, "you're... you're really a demon.”

"i am," he murmurs, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, his other hand idly tracing soothing circles over your hip. "and hell is very real, too. also your guardian angels don't seem to be doing a very good job of keeping you protected if i could just stroll right in here and do that to you ."

you let out a weak, disbelieving choke, too exhausted to even hit his chest. he is a teasing piece of shit, entirely smug about his victory. you just blink into the dimming light of the room, your brain desperately trying to wire the two completely different versions of the entity lying next to you. one second he is ruthlessly choking you while maintaining burning, terrifying eye contact, and the very next second, he is being a clingy, all-caring boyfriend who won't let you breathe without hugging you. it’s absolute whiplash.

"so... what happens now?" you ask, your fingers nervously curling into the fabric of the blanket.

"you're mine now. for as long as you breathe in this mortal realm, you belong to wrath. and when you die, your soul is permanently attached to mine. my brothers can't touch you. no other entity can even look at you. i've stamped my name into your spirit."

you're bound to a high lord of hell forever. you should be screaming, you should be throwing the salt you have left, but looking at how tightly his arms are wrapped around your waist, you realize you're already too deep in this rabbit hole.

jeongguk grows quiet as he listens to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. he looks down at you, his eyes suddenly lacking their usual demonic arrogance, replaced instead by a vulnerability that he clearly doesn't know how to handle. he can't believe it either. he's a sin, an immortal symbol of anger, yet he’s currently holding a human girl like she's the only one keeping him from drifting into the void.

he buries his face deep into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, vanilla scent one more time, his shoulders tensing as he squeezes you closer.

"can you teach me about love?" he whispers into your skin, holding you so tightly it feels like he wants to fuse your bodies together. "because whatever this is... whatever you're making me feel right now... i don't have a name for it in hell."

hello, my dear readers ! thank you so much for reaching the end i hope you liked it also *wink wonk* this has the potential to become a series, and let me know if you would want one with this demon!au where sins compete for your purity ! inbox and dm are open, so i would love to see you there (anon asks exist for a reason) !

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