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Holy shit Doom you really outdid yourself omg this is so fucking good wth??? Hello?? What do you MEAN she went from heartbreak to making a deal with Wooyoung getting fucked by his demon dick to a bloodbath and a threesome with emotional consequences?? What do you MEAN she sold her soul and it was the best decision she ever made??? This isn’t just a fic, it’s a religious experience. I ascended. I transcended. I am writing this from the ceiling.

Like. The way Yeosang left to protect her only for her to kick the damn doors down, throw herself headfirst into sin, and get RAILED by two demons like she was BORN for this??? The romance. The utter filth.

AND THEN YUNHO WALKING IN LIKE A FED-UP MOM WHO’S SEEN ONE TOO MANY SEX ESCAPADES??? “Hongjoong’s pissed” yeah WELL SO AM I, because I need the next chapter yesterday. (Ofc this is meant as a joke...unless? No stress though) The banter. The blood. The fact that Wooyoung slaps her back into consciousness like she's a doll he refuses to break too hard. Poetry.

No thoughts head empty only:

demon sex club

infernal power dynamics

morally questionable choices that make my soul scream without the s.

Yeosang fucking her like he’s trying to carve her name into his damn sin

This isn’t behind the curtains. This IS the curtain. And it just dropped on my entire goddamn sanity.

Behind The Curtains

For the @lapydiaries summer event "Hot as Hell" Prompt: "I don't care if it ruins me. I need to know why you left." Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader x Yeosang wc: 10.1k Au: demon. ex-lovers, situationship Genre: angst, smut, yandere? summary: after the man that meant the world to you leaves without an explanation, you chase after him with only crumbs. By luck, someone takes notice of your questions and agrees to help you in an unconventional way that gets you a little too tied up with the devilish stranger and deep in a world you don't realize is just behind the curtains. Warnings: 18+, violence, smut, obsessed Wooyoung, member x member content and ships, mxm, quickie, creampie, cumeating, blood play, blood eating, blood used as lube, open chest cavity, some gore, dacryphilia, overstim, choking (both in a sexual and nonsexual way), rough hair pulling, spanking, scratching, oral, marking, clawing, double penetration, anal, slapping, three-way kiss, some degradation/praise, a whole lot of corruption kink, explicit threats, possessive Yeosang, bottom reader, masochist Wooyoung, dom brat wooyoung, meanish dom Yeosang. somewhat sadistic Yeosang? voyeurism and exhibitionism if you squint AN: Okay tbh i am so proud of this one and to manage to write it when ive been struggling just has me all proud and sht. thank you Kang Yeosang for seriously wrecking the ever living shit out of me at the concert and for the comeback. and you too Jung Wooyoung for trying to outdo him :') i was gunna wait after beta to post but im too impatient so have a late night upload! Beta: big thanks @sanjoongie . Sacrifical betas: @adelusionforyourthoughts , @bunnliix , @yourfatherlucifer

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“Are you willing to do anything to get answers?” The man with a sharp jaw and sharper gaze had asked you, and at the time you agreed without hesitation, like making a deal with a devil.

Even now, looking at a dolled up version of yourself in a vanity mirror that reflected the whole small dressing room of you and the other dancers, you didn't question it. It didn't matter if it had been weeks and no sign of him. It didn't matter that there were things that happened in this theater that had you questioning your sanity.

You needed to know.

“Alright listen up everyone!” The quiet chatter of the room fell to silence as all eyes focused on the man in the door. Tall, soft features, and a heart throb among the dancers. “It's an important night tonight, so give your all and a little extra. Hongjoong will be watching and he won't be pleased if Hwa's stage performance is less than perfect.” His eyes landed on you, the smile on his lips turning tight. As usual when Yunho looked at you. Like he couldn't quite stand your presence, and that might have to do with how you got the job here. “Wooyoung wanted to see you before curtain time. Make it quick so you aren’t late.”

He was gone by the time you got up from your chair, the choreographer of the club always running around before a show. Even if he didn’t seem fond of you, he was the one who taught you the dances. Who refused to let you on the stage until your skills were to his liking. You thanked your existing love for dance for getting most of the routine down quick, only struggling with the more risque moves due to confidence.

The whispers had already started around you, some of the other dancers did not like how you seemed to be “Wooyoung’s favorite”. Sometimes they added on the word “human” but you never paid it any mind, taking it as another way they were being condescending towards you. You weren’t here to make friends though, nor were you here to do a job- not really. Despite working hard to learn the dance, to get confident in your body with the corsets and showy outfits, you were here for one thing only.

Exiting the dressing room your feet carried you the familiar path towards Wooyoung’s makeshift office. Passing by the room that belonged to the star of the show, hearing his soft moans as his lover had his way with him, you walked by quickly. Once you had made the mistake of peering into the open room, spotting Seonghwa bent over with Hongjoong behind him. The latter had caught your gaze and later teased you for it, now labeling you his little voyeur, despite not wanting his attention at all.

It was bad enough that Wooyoung had you at his beck and call. Getting the attention of the head of the club was something you wanted to avoid. Even if others dreamed of being the third to the power couple, it wasn’t a dream you shared. So you avoided the open door and rushed down the hall towards the black and red door with a giant W on it. It suited the man who seemed so full of himself.

The man with a sharp jaw and sharper eyes, opening the door and leaning against the frame before you even reach it fully. He lifts one brow, showing off the asymmetry of his eyes that were quite charming in their own right. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you in a corset.” His eyes raked over your length, humming appreciatively before he pulled you into the room. A familiar dark oak desk with scattered papers, a leather couch that you were even more familiar with, and the faint scent of wilted roses: all things you associated with this room and the man it belonged to.

“Don’t take it off this time, Yunho will have my head if I’m late.” You warned as you stepped in and up to the desk, hands braced on the wood as you glanced back.

He shut the door, the familiar cocky smirk spreading on his lips as he stepped closer, already undoing the buttons of his satin pants. “I’ve trained you well Angel.”

Corrupted you was more like it.

Wooyoung was not a good samaritan. He made no effort to make it easier on you. Any information he gave was always at a price, and you found the easiest price was this.

His hands on your body, pushing the black lace of your bottoms down and exposing your tights. They were tucked too far up into the corset, an obstacle neither of you had time to deal with. “The show starts in, what, fifteen minutes?” He murmured against the nape of your neck where the lace collar was bejeweled with little red gems. The same collar all the back up dancers wore, down to the fishnets on your legs also bejeweled with little red rhinestones and heels that you admittedly took some getting used to.

Getting fucked in such outfits were just another thing you had to get used to.

“Try to make it ten.” You warned as nonchalantly as you could, pretending the little devil didn’t know all the right buttons to press to make you melt. It was infuriating, since this was just a transactional thing and neither of you had feelings for the other beyond just this: mutual pleasure.

He chuckled against your bare shoulder, hands massaging your ass like it was his favorite toy. “So demanding.” The next second there was a tug and rip, exposing your cunt to the hand responsible. You only hoped the tights were only ripped where they would be covered on stage, not willing to even mess up the performance even a smidgen. “And yet so wet.” So what if you had grown to like this? That the sweet girl you thought you were enjoyed being used by him? His fingers swiped up your slick before pushing in, rough and precise with his movements to spread you open. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk a bit tighter, pushing your ass back for easy access. You told yourself you just wanted it over quicker. Let him fuck you and use you, tell you some secret, and then let you go perform on that stage to the best of your capabilities.

You didn’t need to enjoy it so much. You didn’t want to let the sweet moans fall from your lips as he curled his fingers just right, thumb working on your bundle of nerves to have you rocking back. You didn’t like the cocky chuckle he would give as you melted into his hand. You weren’t in a rush to feel his veiny cock pushing deep until it was the only thing you thought about.

All lies.

And Jung Wooyoung, the little devil he is, knew it.

If it wasn’t for the time constriction you knew he would be edging you right now. Would make you beg for him to fuck you. To make you forget anything but him. He loved making a mess of you like that. But today he couldn’t. Today he had to settle for less.

He nibbled on your ear and jaw as he pushed in a third finger, his other hand splayed over the corset to hold you back against him. His bare cock rubbed against the tights on your ass cheek, teasing you for what was to come. He had to be careful of your makeup and carefully done hair. He couldn’t mark your bare shoulders with hickies and bites, not without fear of upsetting the others.

It was an important night, you just didn’t know why. Nor did you care. Not when Wooyoung pulled his fingers out just when you were about to come, leaving you whining and mumbling out pleas. “So close please- Wooyoung I wanna- Please let me come.” You had hoped with the time limit he wouldn’t edge you.

Which, in hindsight, he didn’t. His cock was pushing into your soaked hole the next second while he held your underwear off to the side. Buried deep your walls pulsated around his length, your body falling forward to support yourself on your elbows on the desk. Glancing back, your breath caught in your throat.

He was stunning, the sleeked back black hair falling in his face a bit, sharp jaw slacked open in awe as he stared down where you two were connected. His hands massaged your sides and hips before smacking both cheeks and earning a moan. His gaze snapped up to meet yours, the normally dark irises now a deep red like wine in neon lights.

It wasn’t the first time you saw such a questioning sight, but the first time like this. You wanted to question him, but with a devilish half smirk he started to relentlessly pound into you, chasing away any coherent thoughts.

Your forehead fell forward to brace against the thick wood beneath you, your denied orgasm finding you quickly once more and spilling from your cunt with barely a warning. Heat rushed up your spine, the familiar tingling of pleasure in your mind making it hard to think of anything else.

“So fucking tight- no matter how much I stretch you out. No matter how many times I’ve fucked your cute pussy, ruining you over and over. Still so tight and pretty. Fuck I love ruining you. Twisting you like this. So desperate. Such a pretty fallen angel, all mine.” Wooyoung’s breathless rambles barely reached your ears over your own moans, but they just intensified the heat already coursing through you.

Ruined was a good way to describe you now. Moving into the city, working any job and taking any opportunity to find him, even going so far as agreeing to work in a burlesque club and let the man who hired you fuck you stupid whenever he wanted.

It didn't matter if there were glowing eyes or the staff said things that didn’t make sense. Didn’t matter if some of them moved too fast or were too strong or did things that you were sure were not humanly possible. All that mattered was Wooyoung’s promises that he would surely show up here. That he would give all the answers when he did.

And it certainly didn’t matter that Wooyoung twisted you in ways that made you question just who you were as a person. Most of the time just from how good he fucked you. From the prominent veins on his cock you could feel with each rough drag out of your cunt, to the curved tip that always seemed to find your sweet spot.

Who knew sin could twist you so beautifully?

Another climax was quickly approaching as you tried not to drool on the wooden desk you slid across with each thrust. His hands gripped your hips through the corset so hard you knew you would have bruises, again, as a sign he too was close. Normally he had to make you beg for it, for his cum, his load, but with practiced ease the words stumbled from your lips without him having to ask.

“F-fill me up please. W-want your cum, want to be so full with your seed. Please please can I have it? C-can I come with you Sir? P-please?” You reached back, grabbing one of his hands and attempting to meet his gaze.

Your head was pushed into the desk the next second, a nearly inhumane growl reverberating through his chest in response. “You want it so bad? My pretty little slut wants my load so badly? Then take it. Fu-fucking take it.”

His hips stuttered to a halt deep inside you as he held your head down, filling you up just like you begged for as your own release was soaking his satin pants and clouding your mind with pleasure.

It left you out of it for a moment as you struggled to normalize your breathing and heartbeat once more. All you could manage was a disappointed whine when he pulled out, though he was quick to fix your underwear and pull the bottoms up. Not that he would care about a cum stain in the outfit, since he usually managed the clothes for the backup dancers. Hongjoong designed the lead’s outfits, Seonghwa being his personal model of sorts.

Right, Seonghwa… the star of the show. The show you had to now walk your wobbly legs to and somehow perform in heels without messing up.

With the distance between you and Wooyoung, you stood up and adjusted your hair once more, hoping it was only a tiny bit messed up. Clearing your throat and turning to the other, you admired the back of his black button up as he righted himself. You never expected cuddles or reassurances or anything of the sort afterwards, especially with a time restraint as of now.

Instead, he usually paid his part of the ongoing bargain. You let him fuck you (and enjoy it) and then he gives you an update or a crumb of information to the million questions that brought you here in the first place. “So? What do you have?”

“Hm?” He glanced back over his shoulder, fixing his hair.

You huffed, rolling your eyes in annoyance. “About him? What new information do you have? Don't act dumb Wooyoung.”

“Ah.” Snapping his fingers, he turned back to you fully with his usual smirk. “Well, I’ll have to tell you after the show. I don’t want to distract you from your performance. And it’s more like something to show you.”

The last bit of bliss you felt was chased away with annoyance. “Then why didn’t you just fuck me after the show?”

“Oh I still plan to. I think you’ll enjoy this new information so much you’ll be begging to jump my bones.” He approached you, caging you in with his arms as he leaned in almost as if to kiss you.

He never does.

Smacking his chest and pushing him away, you huff. “Fine, I’ll see you after the show. Asshole.”

He was laughing as you stormed for the exit, like a loud cackle. “You love me.”

With a scoff you left, slamming the door shut before heading for the stage. You stopped by a mirror one last time to assess the damage, glad that he hadn’t messed anything up that would be noticeable from the crowd. Good. Once those curtains were pulled open, you had to perform like your life depended on it.

What happened behind the curtains needed to stay there.

Wooyoung watched you storm out of his office with a smile, one that was gone the second the door clicked with finality. You were so fun to twist and bend and corrupt, why didn’t his dear love ever bother to do so?

Of course he knew that keeping you so sweet was what he liked. Pure, kind, devoted. He couldn’t wait to see how his love liked this new version of you. Wooyoung’s version.

A beautiful toy to play with.

Giddy, Wooyoung was in the VIP balcony in the next second, sitting on the railing while others sat on the sofa. Hongjoong and Jongho at the moment, but San was talking to who he cared about the most.

Yeosang. Sweet, ethereal Yeosang. The last one of them that still battled with their nature, that tried to pretend they weren’t creatures of sin, that they didn’t need it to survive and thrive.

All things said Hongjoong had devised such an ingenious way for them to live. The club had its reputation, and special clientele that were so easy to swindle. CEO’s and men of power that dripped with greed and pride, wanting more and so willing to make deals they don’t understand just because they think they know better.

So willing to indulge in the sin they offered in the back rooms too.

Not that Yeosang enjoyed being here. And while that worked in Wooyoung’s favor currently, he still didn’t like not being able to see him so rarely. Tonight though, he had no choice but to attend, they were about to fry such a big fish after all.

“Sangie!” Wooyoung jumped down from the railing and rushed over to his dear friend, hugging him from the back and quickly kissing his cheek. “I’ve missed you. You didn't run off and find another lover did you? Not when I’m right here?” He pouted out his lips, gently pulling him a bit further from San.

“As if you’re one to talk, Woo, getting one yourself. Fucking hell you smell like sex again. Why do you have to do this before every show?” Jongho scowled over at him, opening another button on his shirt as if to combat the heat that swarmed him from the amount of sin Wooyoung was drenched in.

Wooyoung laughed, but his eyes didn’t leave the sculpted face mere inches from his own. “Leaves more sin for you to feed off of Jongho, why do you always complain. I know you love the smell of them. If you want, you can suck their essence off my dick.”

“Save it you two.” Hongjoong’s threat meant nothing to Wooyoung when he noticed the flaring of Yeosang’s nostrils, the way his wide eyes got wider, and the slight panic that resulted in a flash of red in his irises.

Only Wooyoung noticed, since he was looking for it. He wanted to rub it in, to confirm the growing suspicion in his best friend’s mind. To offer him the opportunity to suck his ex lover’s taste off his cock. His lips would look so pretty wrapped-

“The show is about to start.” San interrupted Wooyoung’s delightful fantasy as he pulled them both onto the couch. Despite Wooyoung’s attempts, Yeosang sat next to him and not on his lap. “You can eye fuck him later Wooyoung.” “Maybe I’d rather just fuck him?” He stuck his tongue out at San who sat in the smaller love seat more to the side. They had a side view of the stage but could see most of the audience. The VIP booths around them, and tables down below. People were in every seat, black and red masks hiding their identities from the other guests but each one personally invited for one of Seonghwa’s famous shows. All while the lower level demons served the guests in any way they desired.

He could already see one of said guests lost in the throes of pleasure across from them, getting his dick sucked no doubt. Ah, Wooyoung was a bit jealous of that, glancing at Yeosang who was used to Wooyoung’s advances but never submitted to them. Never gave in.

What would it take for the beautiful demon to give in? To want Wooyoung? He’d try anything short of just taking him. Yeosang was the older demon, the bigger and more powerful, and Hongjoong would grant him permission to end Wooyoung’s life if he even tried.

So he had to get creative. What luck that you fell right into his path?

The lights dimmed, spotlights on the stage as Yunho stepped onto stage with a million dollar smile. He didn’t listen to what the taller man said, instead taking note that Yeosang kept glancing at him. Suspicious gaze, then the clench of his jaw every time his eyes flickered down to his satin pants- which Wooyoung had left the wet spots from your orgasm soak into the material, intensifying the smell. “What did Jongho mean? Do you have a lover?” He finally spoke up, the softest whisper in that deep voice that sent chills down Wooyoung’s spine.

Oh how he wanted to tell him. How he wished that it was jealousy on Yeosang’s part that made him ask: jealousy over him, not for who he was smelling on his clothes. “Maybe I’ll introduce you, Sangie. Maybe we can share? Though with how sinful they are, I don’t know if you’ll like them. You always prefer the sweeter ones.”

Only Yeosang would know the double meaning to his words, and only when the remaining puzzle pieces showed themselves.

The show started while Yeosang was left confused, both of them watching the curtains open. Seonghwa started off with his newest stage, just another of many songs Hongjoong had written and composed for him. His voice echoed through the theater like a siren song, enchanting the guests and raising the desires in the audience.

The scents of arousal started to fill the air, Hongjoong groaning next to Wooyoung with distaste as he hardly liked knowing every person below wanted what was his. It was the reason the man just had to mark his claim on the singer before the shows. Even if the humans below couldn’t smell the demon on him, couldn’t tell that his ass was most likely pumped full of his cum that moved with each magnetic twist of Seonghwa’s body- Hongjoong knew and it was enough to curb his jealousy.

And precisely what had given Wooyoung the idea to do the same. He had to bite back the smug smirk once you stepped on stage, dancing against the poles and twisting your body in naughty ways that had Wooyoung daydreaming of you moving into such positions with him. He got lost in watching you for a moment, despite being very aware of how tense and pale Yeosang had gone next to him.

The first chorus had everyone on their knees and leaning back, body rolling as a hand moved from one shoulder down your body until your legs were spreading and your hand cupped your clothed cunt. The move was done by all on stage, but Wooyoung was fixated on you. On the confidence you radiated. On the sultry expression you wore like second nature, and on the fact he knew just behind that cloth your fingers pressed against was your abused cunt filled with his seed.

He wanted to brag so much. To turn to Yeosang and proudly announce how you were dancing like a common whore on stage filled with his cum. You, who once was the sweet and innocent Angel that Yeosang had tried so hard to keep away from them.

The need to gloat had him glancing over at the man still. Yeosang’s stormy expression had him shivering with excitement. The way he gripped his knees, how tightly his jaw was clenched and flexed with each new position you moved in. “So, you like the new song, Sangie? We got a new dancer too, I think they make a beautiful addition.”

“You’re only saying that because they’re your new toy.” Jongho grumbled on the other side of Yeosang, but Wooyoung knew he was also fixated on you. What would the youngest of them think if they knew that the beautiful person down there now stripping Seonghwa had once belonged to Yeosang?

And that Yeosang had tossed you away, no doubt afraid to corrupt you. To ruin you. As if he was doing you a favor.

“That’s…” Yeosang breathed out, turning to glare at Wooyoung with red eyes.

The man returned the hostility with a smirk. Bingo, he pieced it together. “That’s my Angel. A sweet little thing that came crashing into my life just begging to be ruined.”

A warning growl ripped through the other’s throat.

Ignoring the pang of jealousy that Wooyoung felt, he motioned to the show. “We have a whole night, Sangie, don’t get worked up now. If you behave, I promise I’ll show them to you later. Maybe you can lick my cum out of their cunt. If it doesn’t all drip out by the end of the performance.”

Yeosang may very well try and murder him later for this… if he waited through the show.

“Stop it you two. Save that talk for the guests.” Hongjoong warned, glancing over at them with a flash of red to have them both obey.

They can’t ignore their leader.

With some effort, Wooyoung shut up and Yeosang relaxed. The rest of the show wasn’t easy, but soon enough they were all visiting guests and working their magic. All while the humans were so blissfully entranced by the show. Once the curtain drops, they’ll have plenty of new contracts and plenty of sin to eat up. But for Wooyoung, the real show would begin.

So what if you rushed to Wooyoung’s office the second the show ended. Still covered in sweat and his seed from earlier an uncomfortable feeling between your legs. You would normally go wash up, but making the man wait was not something he liked. Besides, if he had his way, he’d just make a mess of you anyways.

Standing outside the office door, watching the hallway for him, you couldn’t help but think about the contrast between Wooyoung and the love you were chasing after. Where Wooyoung enjoyed pushing your boundaries, holding any ounce of information over your head so you would do his bidding, the man who had your heart was the opposite. He had adored you, even if he left saying he hadn’t.

Even if he said you were just a fun way to pass the time, a game to play. Even if he called you too easy, too naive, holding onto his words like they meant something. Just for him to disappear without a trace.

And maybe that was true. Maybe he was more like Wooyoung than he let on, playing the sweet lover that looked at you like you personally hung the stars themselves, just to wonder how you would look ruined beneath; as you have been ruined under Wooyoung so many times now.

A loud bang from behind you startled you out of your thoughts, but as you glanced back at the door you thought it impossible to hear a noise from inside the office. No one should be in there, and you were right outside… Was it an intruder?

No, who could make it this far into the theater without being seen. With everyone running around backstage to ensure a perfect performance, a stranger would not have gone unnoticed and no one would dare to leave their post or make a mistake with it being such an important night. Not that you knew why. Some big guest or something? No one questioned Hongjoong’s orders.

So you tried to chalk it up to your imagination, at least until another, much louder crash could be heard. Like the desk was breaking in half. Which in itself was absurd, that desk was old and thick, not something flimsy from Ikea.

Hearing muffled voices had your feet moving finally, the door surprisingly unlocked as you peered in. It was thrown open the next second, drawing the attention of the two in the room.

The desk was indeed broken, Wooyoung laying in the debris with a smirk on his bloody lips and a hand on his throat. A hand that belonged to an inhuman version of the man of your dreams. Yeosang.

He was the vision of a dark angel, one in a fit of rage, with the black shadowy feathers spread out from his back in semblance of a wing, or half of one. His red lips pulled back to show perfectly white fangs, and eyes glowing unnaturally red when they snapped to your figure. The twist of his features from rage to shock was instantaneous, but his arm did not let up from choking the life out of the man beneath him.

If the shadowy wing had not instilled fear, the broken horn protruding through the red waves of Yeosang’s hair should have given way to just what he was. But no fear filled your bones for yourself, but fear for the man coughing up blood in his grasp.

“Wooyoung!” You rushed to his aid, attempting to push the demonic version of your once sweet lover away. No effort was needed as he willingly stepped back, leaving you to attend to the smaller man in the wooden debris. “Are you alri-” The words died in your throat when you noticed a claw wound on his bare chest, healing before your eyes. Meeting his gaze, you were met with the same red hue that had overtaken Yeosang’s own. “Oh.”

“No no, go back to being worried about me. I knew you cared.” Wooyoung teased as he sat up, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Come on Angel, I’m wounded, heal me with your sin?”

Heat ran up your neck as you pushed at his chest, momentarily forgetting the blood that now stained your hands. “You are insufferable.” You hissed as you stood up, fuming as he fell back with laughter, not from the force of your push.

Your name whispered behind you in an all too familiar voice had the rosy complexion of your cheeks draining its color. You turned, slowly, facing the man you had chased this far.

A new city, a new life, embracing things you had always thought you could never do for lack of confidence and morality. But embrace them you did, losing the self that Yeosang had known in the process.

“Why- why are you here? Did you not listen to me?” His voice trembled with emotion, resonating within you.

A fallen angel, that was what he reminded you of; and what you probably were to him now. Ruined in your pursuit of him.

And he knew it. He looked at you with a twisted expression of pain and guilt, as if he blamed himself for what you had become. He stumbled back when you took a step forward, your stomach falling through the floor metaphorically. What, were you no longer what he wanted? Had his love for you really been so shallow?

“Wow, that’s cold Sangie. After she came all this way for you, you’re acting like they’re diseased or some shit.” Wooyoung’s teasing lilt was heard just behind you, his breath on the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist and settled his chin on your shoulder. As if making a claim. As if rubbing it in that you were now Wooyoung’s, not his.

Anger burned in his eyes, pushing the obvious guilt aside even for a moment. “Shut your fucking mouth Wooyoung. I didn’t want them… ruined.”

It stung, those words. Ruined. Is that what you were now? Used goods. No longer worth his time?

Did you even know him at all then? If this was all it took for him to toss you aside? Your throat was tight with emotion as you tried to grapple with this information.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, arms tightening around you and pressing you back against him. “But she came all this way. For answers. Are you saying that will ruin her?” Right- it didn’t matter if Yeosang could love you again, you hadn’t come all this way just to beg for him to come back. You needed answers. Wooyoung’s reminder had you pulling on what little confidence you could muster, stepping out of the man’s arms with a look of determination.

“I don’t care if it ruins me. I need to know why you left.” Even if it was a bit obvious.. But at the same time, it wasn’t. So what if he was a demon? Would that be even more reason for him to have stayed with you? To corrupt you? Take your soul or whatever demons do? Not that your mind could process the demon aspect entirely, though you might have suspected things were definitely of the supernatural here.

“I told you.” Yeosang hissed out, taking another step back that had the back of his calves hitting the leather couch. His eyes flew to it, nostrils flaring and eyes brightening to that demonic–almost fiery–red and latching onto the other man behind you. “Wooyoung- what the fuck did you do?”

“What did I do? With what? Angel?” His hand was on the small of your back again; possessive and teasing.

Yeosang growled at the familiar pet name, hands clenched into fists that had the veins up his arms bulging out with his muscles. “Angel?”

Ignoring the fire that flickered in your core at the way he rasped it out heatedly, you pushed forward. “Answer me Yeosang. Why did you leave? Because you’re a demon? Is that it? Did you think I wouldn’t love you anymore if I knew?” He quickly averted his eyes, keeping his glare fixated on Wooyoung. “Does it matter?” “It does!” Your hands flew out to push him, watching as he fell back on the couch.

“Aw don’t be too upset Angel. I could answer that for you.” Wooyoung was quick to try and ease your growing frustration, kissing on your neck as he reached a gloved hand to cup your jaw. “See, Sangie here doesn’t like being a demon. He’s the only one of us that still fights his nature.”

Yeosang watched with a deepening scowl as Wooyoung tapped his finger to your lips, and silently you took it between your teeth and started pulling it off him out of habit. “Wooyoung- shut up.”

Wooyoung ignored his warning. “I can only assume he left to keep you from us. He thought he was being a hero by leaving you. Why would such a sweet, beautiful and angelic thing like you love a demon after all?”

“Woo-”

“I bet he left the moment he realized you would ruin yourself for him. A shame really, he should’ve just given in. Ruined you. He has no idea how adorable you look with cum on your face begging for more. How cute your sounds are when you are trying so hard to be quiet so the dozens of people around don’t know how greedily you ride my fingers. He doesn’t know that I could shine that couch from all the slick you’ve leaked on the leather. He do-” “I SAID STOP!” The room vibrated from the power of those words, Yeosang surging up and pulling you with far too much force onto the couch instead while his fist–or claw– connected with Wooyoung’s jaw.

He went flying across the room while you struggled to pull your face out of the leather. If not for the couch, you would have gone through the wall.

There was a loud, yet deep chittering that filled the room as Yeosang had closed the distance between him and Wooyoung in a flash, the sound of tearing flesh and garbled laughter adding to the cacophony in the room.

You could barely make out the words spoken by Yeosang’s inhuman voice that twisted your stomach in knots. “She was mine. You dared to ruin her? To have her in ways I forbade even myself? Tainting her with sin and your foul seed? She is mine. My Angel. Not yours. I’ll fucking kill you.”

By the time you managed to fix yourself and look back over your shoulder, there was a decent amount of blood just thrown about. Wooyoung wasn’t even fighting back, in fact he looked absolutely elated. He was grinning so much his lips looked ready to split further to accommodate, as well as the bloody laughter that fell from said smile. Even if his chest was torn open you could see his ribcage poking through. Even though Yeosang had noticed that the man beneath him almost wanted this, held up to the wall by Yeosang’s crushing grip.

It was enough to give the demon pause. For his claw to stop ripping out his insides long enough the wound started to heal like the skin was stitching itself back together. He seemed unphased however, swooping up some of his own blood off the tip of a rip with his ungloved hand–the glove lying on the floor near you– and bringing the bloody fingers to Yeosang’s lips. He smeared it across his bottom lip, then up the side of his face until the two digits circled Yeosang’s red mark by his eye.

“I knew you would be even more beautiful like this. Finally giving in to your demonic side. Come on Sangie… don’t you want to know how delicious it feels to corrupt someone? To have them twist the way you want. To beg for it?” Wooyoung’s voice was soft and inviting, a sinful whisper that he’s no doubt used to convince many of what he wants. To convince them selling their soul was worth it.

The same tone he used when he offered to help you get answers.

Wooyoung definitely thrived at being a demon, knowing just what to say, what buttons to press to make you bend to his will. The way Yeosang shifted, the hesitance in his every movement as he dropped his hand from Wooyoung’s throat, was a testament to the demon’s charm and skill.

“Was this your plan? Did you… did you twist them just to see me snap?” Yeosang’s tone held less power than before but there was still an inhuman chittering at the end of each sentence. A power, you realized, that had goosebumps forming on your skin.

You still hadn’t moved. You were barely even breathing, afraid to interrupt the moment. Why that was your fear, and not of the two beings that could clearly rip you to shreds, evaded you. Hell, you were still bent over the couch, staring over your shoulder in shock as Wooyoung’s chest was nearly healed completely now.

Any sane person would run for it. Would be pleading for their life. And yet you were just… what? Waiting for them to stop fighting? For them to tell you what to do?

Perhaps you were unafraid due to Wooyoung’s complete and utter nonchalance at the situation. As if he had everything under control. And some part of you trusted him.

Ruined? Yeah, you already were.

“I did nothing she didn’t consent to. I just took advantage of a perfect opportunity when it presented itself. Sangie~ come oooon, let me show you how good it feels. You know there is no point in fighting it. I can tell you loved acting on your anger. Finally giving into sin. There’s another right there. Look at her, Sangie. Look.” Wooyoung jutted his chin in your direction, licking the blood off his own lips. “Did you ever fuck her? Do you know how heavenly she tastes?”

You shivered at his words, chastising yourself mentally for the heat that burned in your stomach in response. Yeosang had only once gone all the way with you. Just once. Months together, and it was more kisses and sweet moments of comfort. If things went further, it was because you initiated. You would ask him to touch you in places, ask to touch him.

There was a moment you had assumed he left because he felt pressured by you to go all the way. It was the morning after you two fought. That he had said he had what he wanted, that he used you, never loved you, and left. Gone from your life before you could even find a shirt.

With the way his gaze burned into you now, like a beast ready to devour the juiciest prey, it only confirmed your suspicions that he did want you. He did love you. He still did.

It snapped you out of whatever shock you had been in, shifting on the couch so your ass was in the air like an offering, reaching between your legs and rubbing your fingers over your clothed cunt as your expression shifted to one of sexual need. An expression you mastered for Wooyoung and the show. “Yeosang… baby… I wanted you to ruin me. I wanted you, at any price. Human, demon, devil- I don’t care. I wanted to know what went wrong for you to leave, because I never doubted you didn’t want me.”

The sight of the two of them, bloody and radiating demonic power, had desire burning in your body and lighting your nerves on fire, just solidifying how far you had fallen.

“Angel…” Fallen from his lips like the last chains holding him back, Yeosang was behind you in a second. For the first time since you walked into the room he seemed to really look at you, gaze raking over your body as his breath hitched. “I… I tried so hard not to give in. Tried to love you for all the good. And I did. Hell, I did so much. But from the first kiss, the first moan, I knew…” His hands, bloody and taunt, ran over the curve of your ass, hissing as if the touch pained him. “I knew I would love you in sin far more.”

Gone were the ruffled bottoms, torn to shreds in the blink of an eye as Yeosang’s head disappeared from your sight. He had only fallen to his knees, ripping the tights further to completely expose the skin of your ass and cuts from his nails in the process. Not that you cared, the pain just intensified the sudden pleasure from his mouth on your cunt.

Wooyoung was always so deliberate and teasing when he ate you out, but Yeosang was a man on a mission: to taste every crevice of your cunt and bring you to sweet ruin. He moaned at the taste, gripping your buttocks as he held them apart to feast. The mess of blood, cum, and your own juices all getting cleaned up by his tongue.

The other demon in the room had every intention of reminding Yeosang that was exactly what he was doing. Wooyoung walked over to you, stripping the leather jacket off his bare shoulders and ripping the remaining glove off with his teeth with much more force than you had pulled off the other. Both items joined the discarded glove on the floor as Wooyoung sat next to you with some oomph, a wicked grin aimed at the other. “You’ll have to give me a taste, I’m curious to know how my cum and blood mingle with her slick. Is it everything you hoped for Sangie?”

There was a growl against your folds as you were pushed forward, cheek now squished against the leather. “A-ah Wooyoung he’s- AH!” You cried out at the sudden slap to your wounded ass from Yeosang, gushing onto his tongue in response.

“Oh I don’t think he likes you calling for me right now, Angel. Not when he’s the one pleasing you. Fuck- you really are heaven sent, giving me what I wanted most.” He slipped a hand into your hair to undo it from its confines while the other worked opened his leather pants. “Do you have any idea how long I wanted to see this? Well, not this per say, but Yeosang succumbing to his sinful ways. His desire and lust the most. Even if I wish it was lust for me, I’ll take my wins where I can.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be even an ounce upset over what Wooyoung admitted to. Using you to get to Yeosang. To push him to give into his desire. In fact, you were thankful. Because of Wooyoung’s game with you, your love was devouring you with such fervor that it was making your head spin.

In fact, you wanted to play along. “W-wooyoungie, do you want Sangie like that?” You took on the man’s nickname for the other, crying out as there was another slap that had your clit throbbing against the flat of Yeosang’s tongue. He was messy, you could feel his nose pressed into your hole like he couldn’t breath you in enough.

His wicked grin widened. “I love him, as much as a demon could love, so yes. I’m still dreaming of him licking your dried essence off my cock even.” Wooyoung said as he pulled out the cock in question, hard and veiny. You almost wanted to take it in your mouth, but that required moving and Yeosang’s own mouth felt too good to do so.

Wooyoung seemed to read your mind, using his hand in your hair to grip the strands and start moving you towards the goal. Halfway there, his hand was joined by Yeosang’s own, pulling your head back to arch your spine to a near uncomfortable angle, keeping you from doing such a thing.

The dark haired demon just laughed, red eyes full of burning excitement. “Oh he looks so fucking good feral, fighting for control over you. I love it.” He started stroking himself at a leisure pace, relaxed despite the rough position you found yourself in.

“Come. Come on my tongue Angel.” Yeosang’s sudden command against your folds had your legs tensing and you wondered if he knew how tight the coil in your stomach was- how close he had worked you to release already.

Who were you to deny his commands? You were just his feast for the moment, and you aimed to satisfy.

The groan he let out as your release hit his tongue was pure sin, adding to the static in your brain as much as his tightening grip on your scalp.

He didn’t let up until you were crying out from the overstimulation on your clit, his grip disappearing as you fell against the couch on weak knees. You were too busy trying to catch your breath to see where he went, no longer feeling him behind you, not even his breath.

Wooyoung wasn’t one to leave you hanging though, his hand back in your hair as if he was attempting to soothe you. He was never the type. “W-woo-”

“What did I say?” A slap to your cunt had you lurching forward with another cry, glancing back to see that Yeosang had pulled his cock, angry and red and thicker than Wooyoung’s. You wanted to salivate at the sight, having missed the opportunity to see it before. “Why do you keep calling for him? Didn’t you want me?”

He grabbed your forearm and yanked you up, just to push you back on the couch, back against Wooyoung’s bloody chest. “Is it because he got to ruin you? Corrupt you?”

“I did what you couldn’t.” Wooyoung’s smug reply brushed past your ear, his hands finding your sides. “You’ll find she is so greedy. Doesn’t like admitting it but she loves to be used as a toy. Don’t you Angel?”

Yeosang snarled in response, pushing you up further on Wooyoung’s chest as he ripped his own pants more before climbing on top of Wooyoung’s lap. This shocked the demon under you, you could feel his cock twitch under your ass at having Yeosang on him like this. He really did want Yeosang, and as much as you loved the demon above you, part of you wanted to give Wooyoung what he wanted. So you nodded, glancing up at Yeosang with a pleading pout. “I will admit it if Yeosang uses me. B-but maybe you should show him how I like it Wooyoung.”

A growl ripped through Yeosang again, and the way his nose scrunched up and he flashed his teeth had your cunt clenching down. Oh he looked feral, and it turned you on. Especially with the evidence of your climax still on his chin and glistening his nose. A vision.

Wooyoung was just as in awe as you were, neither of you finding a word to speak as he leaned in, gripping the leather couch hard enough to puncture holes right near Wooyoung’s head. “I don’t need him to show me how to fuck my woman.”

Oh you both trembled at that, Wooyoung perhaps more elated than you were to hear it. “Then why don’t you show me how it’s done?” He countered, grabbing the underside of your thighs and spreading your legs as he resigned himself to being a mattress for you to get plowed into.

Yeosang didn’t hesitate, lining himself up before he pushed in with enough force the couch rocked under you all. You could feel Wooyoung’s blood mingling with your hair and on the bare skin of your upper back, leaving traces behind with rough kisses on your neck. Yeosang ripped his head from the juncture under your ear as he started a relentless assault on your already abused cunt, the personification of feral lust and possessiveness as he stared down at Wooyoung with a look that could probably kill a human.

His thrusts felt like they could break your pelvis with the inhuman strength he put into his hips. Your brain forgetting completely how to do any task but keep your heart beating and feel the pleasure he was lighting your nerves on fire with.

He didn’t look at you until you started chanting his name, the hardened glare softening at the pleasure on your own features. Pride swelled in him, seeing you so thoroughly ruined on his cock, drawing his possessive need back enough to remember you are human.

Then his eyes dip to the constricting corset, and he forgets once more. He grabbed the top ruffled hem of the corset, and ripped it straight down. He didn’t care to undo it, enough of the fabric torn off that your breasts could bounce freely, irritating the fresh claw marks on the inner curves. Now it seemed he was determined to see how hard they could make them bounce, stealing your breath away.

Tears had long formed in your eyes from the sting of his hips on the claw marks on your ass, but with the new addition to the mounds on your chest, they were falling freely down your reddened cheeks. So lost in the pleasure and pain you couldn’t recall your climax approaching until it hit, ripping a garbled cry from you that had your back arching and head falling back onto the sofa.

Wooyoung whined right by your ear. “Does she look gorgeous like this?”

Yeosang pulled out quickly to stop himself from coming, not wanting to fill you up just yet. He took in the sight of you, now the one holding your legs open by the back of your knees, and watching as your pussy fluttered and twitched. “Yeah. Yeah she fucking is. Why… Why did you ruin her just to see me snap? Why is it so fucking important to you that I give in? You have San. The others fuck you so willingly if you just bend over. You could get anyone, why the fuck did it have to be me that you want?”

He seemed to give you a moment to catch your breath and remember where you are, but Yeosang never let his eyes leave your body. Even fixating one the tight rim under your used cunt, growling when one of Wooyoung’s bloody fingers began to probe at it.

“I told you. Because I love you. And I know you better than yourself.” Wooyoung sighed wistfully underneath you, pushing the finger in. “I made sure the others never questioned where you went. I kept an eye on your little Angel, watched how you loved her, was sweet on her, and I fought my own jealousy because it didn’t matter if it was for me or not- you were so fucking beautiful in love. But I knew. I knew if you just gave into your nature, you would be even more. I want nothing more than to see you in the greatest throes of pleasure, to worship every side of you. Even the sides of you that you don’t accept. That you don’t know are so fucking addicting to me.”

His finger went deeper as he talked, giving Yeosang pause. “And maybe I feel that about this human. Maybe I find you both to be the sweet taste of salvation. The forbidden fruit that ruins me and saves me in the same breath. If you don’t want me yet, that’s fine, but let me show you the heights of sin that she can reach and how euphoric she is when she reaches it.” He pushed in a second finger, his other hand now grabbing at your throat and ribbing the choker off. “Ruin her with me Sangie. I’ll beg.”

A moment of hesitation and thick tension filled the air. With Wooyoung’s hand on your throat and his fingers pumping into your tight rim, you could only look up at Yeosang. Whatever was on your face settled it for him and had him leaning in. “If you are wrong, if this disappoints me, I will rip off your head and use it as a cock sleeve until the reaper comes to collect what remains of the black soul you still have.” He growled out before crashing his lips to Wooyoung’s.

With your head right there, you most certainly did not expect this. Any protest you had died once your cunt was filled once more. A harsh thrust in, and a slow drag out, jumbling your mind enough that no thought had the chance to form.

Wooyoung’s moans against Yeosang’s lips had you clenching down on the latter’s cock, whining yourself as you almost felt left out. Wooyoung never kissed you, and Yeosang had yet to since your arrival. The demon beneath you chuckled at your expense, but he wouldn’t pull away, not that you expected him to. He finally got the attention, the touch, of his most desired.

As if just remembering you have hands, you reached up and tangled your fingers in Yeosang’s red hair, yanking him away and to your own lips. He happily obliged, sharing the blood he had gathered from Wooyoung’s and smearing it on your own. You felt Wooyoung’s hand tighten on your throat but paid it no mind.

Just as you had done though, Wooyoung turned your head and he was the one to kiss you. Finally, he kissed you.

His tongue pushed into your mouth and he swallowed up your moans as Yeosang’s hips slowed down but Wooyoung’s fingers became 3 in your tight hole, spreading you out. For a moment you got completely lost in the messy kiss, panting against his open mouth. Maybe Yeosang was greedy, pushing himself in with a mess of tongue and lips between the three of you for only a moment as you all realized it wasn’t exactly as easy to do as you desired.

So instead you found yourself speared onto two cocks, both holes filled simultaneously and to the hilt. You would be writhing if not for the hold they had on you, Yeosang straightening himself to admire how you looked gasping for air just from being filled.

“Oh… oh she does look so pretty fucked dumb.”

“See I told you!” Wooyoung beamed up at him, reaching between your legs to find your clit. “How many times do you think we can make her cum before us?” The tightness in his tone had you hoping that the number wasn’t going to be too high; you would like some sense and sanity by the time they were done with you.

On the other hand, losing all thoughts and being nothing more than their toy was just as tempting. And they were nothing if not temptation in living form.

“Well… you supposedly know her better.” Yeosang retorted through clenched teeth, struggling with how tight your fluttering walls were. It felt like they were practically touching inside you, and that just fueled thoughts of both of them in one hole, ruining you even further. Both of them groaned, low and dragged out, Yeosang’s eyes rolling back momentarily. “Fuck- her thoughts are so loud I can’t keep them out. You hear that Sangie? She wants us in the same hole. I told you she was greedy.”

A whine vibrated in your throat at the realization they could hear your thoughts. Could they always have? Instead of being upset about it, you started thinking of even more sinful ideas. The many ways they could fuck you, fuck each other, and more.

Another growl reverberated through Yeosang as he started jackhammering his hips into yours. “Naughty Angel. So fucking greedy. Maybe if I had looked in your mind before, I would’ve realized how fucking perfect corruption like this looks on you.”

Wooyoung lifted his hips every time Yeosang pulled away, finding a rhythm that had your ass constantly impacted from their thrusts. You would not be surprised if your entire bottom ended up in red angry welts and sitting was a painful thing to do in the future. Or perhaps it would be a painful but beautiful reminder of how your lovers fucked you.

Your lovers.

You knew they heard that thought from the ferocity that suddenly took over their already harsh movements. You were unaware of your own cries and gasps, struggling to breath as Wooyoung squeezed your throat enough that the tips of his claws pinpricked your skin. The mess of blood, sweat, and cum continued to grow as they quickly had you coming around their cocks.

Not that Wooyoung let up on your clit. Not that they relaxed their grip as you started to practically scream your lungs out from the overstimulation, grabbing onto them where you could but they didn’t stop. Their names were jumbled syllables of cries.

“Do you want to stop?” The voice in your head belonged to one of them but you couldn’t place who, nor could you think about the strangeness of their voice in your head like a thought.

You were given an out. A sliver of tenderness in the onslaught of lust, blood, and possessive nature of situation. You hadn’t wanted to stop, now so even more.

“Fill me up.” You begged eternally just as you were brought to a mind-shattering precipice that blocked out your vision almost instantaneously. A pleasure that was of new heights for you, and drained you of everything you had.

Even if you weren’t aware of it, one after the other their own release began to fill you, pushed as deep as their cocks could manage but your spasming walls still pushed out much of their seed.

You were too fucked out to kiss, so they locked their lips together once more, riding out the high that you brought them too, that they wished to prolong as much as possible. Ignoring even the click of the door.

“Seriously?”

Yeosang pulled away despite Wooyoung’s whine, glancing over at the intruder to see Yunho standing there pinching his nose. The room reeked more of sin and sex and blood than the usual wilted roses that Wooyoung was so proud of. “Get lost Yunho.”

Yunho quickly held up his hands and backed up. “Don’t want to interrupt anyways but… well all non-humans in the building could hear the way you had her screaming. San’s pouting you know, and Hongjoong is pissed.” “Ugh, of course he is, ruins all our fun.” Wooyoung huffed beneath you before slapping your cheek to bring you back down to your body. “Angel baby, are you alive there?”

You attempted to hum out a response but it came out more as a croak.

“Damn, I’m surprised she is. Looks like a bloodbath in here.” Yunho chuckled and leaned against the door, the chuckle turning into full on laughter when they pulled out and you whined in protest. “Maybe clean up before you got see Hongjoong. Otherwise he’ll literally devour her with her smelling and looking so thoroughly… ruined and wrecked. Man, now I see the appeal.” “Fuck off Yunho!” Both of them yelled in response, Wooyoung’s arms tightening around your waist as Yeosang moved to block you from view. “Okay okay, point taken, that’s your human.” Yunho quickly turned on his heels and left, laughter heard echoing down the hall until it faded in the distance.

More and more sanity returned to you, but so did the realization of the state of your body. “So… are you all demons then? Am I going to die now that I know you’re secret?” You mumbled through cracked lips, reaching up to wipe the tears from under your eyes but instead smeared more blood on your cheeks. What a visage the three of you must be, your clothes in tatters and covered in Wooyoung’s blood that had been on both of them and their hands, as well as your own. You didn’t want to think about how abused your holes looked, leaking blood and cum no doubt.

“No, but we will be. No human is supposed to know about us without his permission. He’s supposed to be the one to do the whole welcome to the team… and, well, you might lose your soul.” Wooyoung said that far too lightly.

And you accepted it as if he was not talking about eternal damnation. Perhaps the curtains closed on your life the moment you met Wooyoung. Or perhaps it had been long before that. Either way, this was your fate now. Selling your soul to these two demons was probably the greatest decision you ever made.

#stan doom!!#Pure art #This is the type of shit I'd read while burning in hell #When are my hot demon men gonna pick me up T-T #Fml

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