Demon Minho - Tumblr Posts
Forbidden fruit
Genre: 18+, smut, angst
Cw: Demon!Minho x Human!FemReader, obsession, ownership, dark themes, toxicity and jealousy, apocalypse, violent thoughts, religious imagery(?), unprotected sex (it's the end of the world, leave them be)
Wc: 4.3k
Summary: Minho shatters the very fabric of reality to claim you as his own.
AN: I have been looking for an excuse to write hot demon minho ugh, thanks so much for this request! (sorry hyunjin)
You were the forbidden fruit all over again, dangling in front of him and tempting him into madness- consuming his entire being. The unattainability of you drove him to the brink of insanity. He watched you up there, enjoying your human life, jealousy coursing through him and dragging him under like an unyielding storm every time you weren't alone.
Minho's obsession with you was an all encompassing force, an unrelenting current that swept through the depths of his existence. Every waking moment became a tapestry woven with thoughts of you, threads of desire intertwining with the fabric of his reality.
But he didn't have you, couldn't have you.
It was cruel, the way everything about you shaped the contours of his world. If you were happy, so was he, and if you were sad- Minho's entire existence threatened crumbling with the guilt he felt from being unable to help.
From the image of your smile to the lingering echoes of your laughter, your presence etched itself in the recesses of his mind.
The demon knew that your soul was destined for somewhere he wasn't able to reach, somewhere celestial and inherently good. The contrast between the ethereal nature of your soul and his tormented one only fueled the flames of his obsession with you. He longed to be close to something so pure, to touch and tangle within something that wasn't tainted and marred like everything around him.
The labyrinth of his emotional state was in chaos, the chains of desire anchoring him to you- and yet cruelly pulling him back when the temptation became too much. He was convinced it must've been another layer of punishment, another layer of eternal suffering for him.
So cruel. Hell was so cruel.
Recently though, a new figure had entered your life, someone who lingered and endured longer than anyone before despite Minho's fury. He watched as your connection deepened, the mere thought of you sharing tender moments with another enlighting a rage that crashed and burned through his insides like the very fires of hell that tortured millions.
Something dark and malevolent stirred within him, an unsettling force that eclipsed his better judgement.
The intense desire to rid your life of your new companion gnawed at his brain, it whispered insidious promises of relief for his torment- a promise that you would be his once he eradicated the competition.
He could make it painless.
Of course he didn't want to, what he wanted was to grip his claws into this new man's heart and throw him deep into the depths of hell- let the flames torture and unravel the fragile sanity of yet another poor human soul while he watched with pride.
But he could make it painless, if it's what you would want.
You would want that.
Your thoughts were too kind to match Minho's desires, and if anything he was driven by a twisted devotion to your happiness more than his own, as long as he was able to indulge in that same happiness by your side.
Some sort of presence lingered around you like an invisible shroud, casting an eery shadow over you.
The feeling had persisted for a while, and sometimes it reached an intensity that made you long for nothing more than isolation. It was as if a weight clung to your every move, a force that stopped the simple act of just living your life freely. At times, the urge to retreat to your room became overwhelming, a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the unseen thing that wrapped around your existence like a fog.
The ominous aura had become a somewhat of a companion, a constant reminder that something sinister lurked in the shadows, waiting to creep out and make itself seen. Although you recognised how eery the presence around you was, it didn't feel harmful- not to you.
You had been accused of fraternising with the devil by a random passerby as you were navigating the busy city one day. He yelled and screamed that you needed an excorsist until he was dragged away for causing a public disturbance, that was the only day that you felt the stares of everyone linger on you no matter where you went.
That's the girl, they'd whisper, the devil worshipper.
You realised that this thing around you could be sensed by other people, and you wondered why not one person other than that fateful stranger had mentioned this threatening aura to you before.
Maybe they all talked behind your back, exchanged words of disdain and whispered that you weren't to be trusted.
Despite everything, the thing was sometimes strangely comforting. A slightly weird reminder that you were never truly alone when you felt it.
It was protection, you felt protected when it weighed down on you.
"Are you there?" Hyunjin smiled, briefly waving a hand in front of your eyes to bring you back to the current events unfolding behind your clouded eyes.
Hyunjin was sweet, he was caring, and he was kind too- an artist, he loved and found the beauty in even the most mundane and dark things of the world. You wondered if that's how he felt about you. That there was beauty in you amidst the darkness that seemed to encapsulate you wherever you went.
But, you found that whenever you put yourself within close proximity of Hyunjin- that aura seemed to intensify, double and triple and grow exponentially until you had to excuse yourself and just get away. That had been a reason for many times that your dates had been cut short.
You could tell it weighed him down too, but he didn't give up so easily like every other prospective romantic partner did.
"Sorry," you shook your head with a tired laugh, "headache."
The man nodded in understanding while he pursed his lips.
"I was thinking.." He started, twiddling his thumbs as his eyes skimmed over the menu for the small cafe that you'd decided to visit with him. "What if we just stayed in? You said you feel okay at home.. right?"
"Yeah, it's bearable at home," you hummed.
It wasn't a terrible idea.
Your home was your safe space after all- where the presence always wanted you to be, you hoped that maybe it would accept this change of plans.
"Alright, let's get out of here."
Minho, consumed by a rage unlike anything he had ever known, felt the surge of emotions clawing at the seams of his being and threatening to shatter him into pieces.
How dare this man invite himself into your home?!
You didn't really want him there, he knew you didn't, why would you?
You had him.
What else could you need?
The intensity of his fury was immeasurable, as if the very fabric of reality strained under the weight of his anger. His otherworldly wrath transcended everything, bypassed the barriers of normal mortal emotion and caused the realms themselves to quiver and shake in response to him.
He needed to get to you.
The manifestation of his anger unraveled the chains keeping him tethered to his torturous residence and echoed throughout all of existence as he shattered the barriers that seperated him and you.
A sea of conflicting feelings surged within him. Amidst the chaos, a perverse sense of catharsis washed over him—a twisted euphoria at the prospect of finally wrenching you away from the celestial clutches that seemed to hold you captive.
You didn't really want heaven, you didn't really want that man.
You wanted him.
He was made for you.
He was what you needed.
He could keep you safe.
Better than any celestial angel.
The notion of claiming you as his own, defying the forces that dictated your destiny, stoked the fire of Minho's unraveling sanity. He supposed it didn't matter anymore, your soul wouldn't be going anywhere. Minho had just unleashed the end of the metaphysical worlds just to get you away from Hyunjin.
Unaware of the arcane chaos erupting in the unseen dimensions, you and the artist made the peaceful journey from the cafe back to your house.
The air was thick with an eery calmness, different to how it usually felt when you were around him- maybe this thing around you finally accepted him. It was like it had finally stopped watching you, turned it's attention to something else and decided to let you live your life.
You should've been happy.
You didn't have to wonder where it had gone for long, because the second you and Hyunjin set foot on your doorstep you knew something was wrong. A sense of unease washed over you, instinctively knowing that it was here- it was inside. The very house itself seemed to pulse with the unseen presence that usually followed you around- stronger than before, something way worse than before.
"Wh-what the fuck?"
Your gaze turned to Hyunjin from over your shoulder, he cowered away in fear- a few steps back from where you were stood, being pulled away by the urge to survive. It was as if whatever was inside that house despised the mere thought of his existence.
The stage was set for a collision of worlds, with your unsuspecting home at the center of the natural versus the supernatural.
"I-I'm sorry I.. I can't- I need to leave, I can't do this."
You could only give him a sad smile as you watched the man practically sprint back the way that the two of you had walked hand in hand.
You didn't blame him.
Turning your attention back to your door, you noticed that with every step further away that the artist took the anger within the house calmed.
As you stepped into your home, hell itself washed over you, a suffocating wave of tension that had you almost gasping for fresh air. Whatever fog that had filled this house seemed to thicken with an unsettling energy, casting shadows that whispered of this presence's desperate actions to claim you.
Standing amidst the darkness of your home, it locked eyes with you.
With eyes as deep and impenetrable as the abyss itself, his gaze, completely black, held an intensity that terrified you- but you couldn't bring yourself to look away.
A strange allure emanated from him.
His wings held an ominous elegance, each feather black and folding into one another, coming together to entwine into his back. They unfolded with a haunting beauty, an extension of his tumultuous existence, and you sucked in a gasp as the span of them reached larger than your entire living room before they fell back behind his figure.
A black tail peaked out from behind his legs, curling around in the air and swashing back and forth- reminding you slightly of a cat who was intrigued.
And then there were the horns emerging from the top of his head with a sinister elegance, definitely not supposed to spark admiration deep in your heart.
Other than those striking features, he looked rather human.
The word "mine" lingered unspoken from him, he didn't have to say it- you could feel it in the very air between the two of you, making your throat constrict because of the pure possession he felt towards you.
"It's you."
Your voice was barely above a whisper, the shock of the situation quickly fading away to a strange feeling of content now that he was finally here.
"I've torn through realms for you, my love, I've shattered reality itself to see you, to keep you alone, for myself."
Minho's voice cut through the tension with an unexpected softness, a gentle and calm tone that resonated withing you like a sirens call. He was beckoning you towards him with a hypnotic sound. It was if everything else was melting away and all that mattered was the manifestation of obsession itself in front of you.
He was the eye of the storm, the calm within whatever chaos that he had unleashed just to get to you.
"Our souls have always been intertwined," Minho murmured with a haunting tenderness, each word a delicate caress that eased your anxiety. He stepped closer, his wings unfurling gently to envelop you in their embrace. The blackness of his eyes looked as if to deepen even further than you thought possible.
"You feel it, don't you?" he continued, the softness in his voice intensifying the magnetic pull between you. The question hung in the air, a subtle acknowledgment of the cosmic forces that bound your fates together. A fate that he had written himself.
You did, you really did.
That's what it was, why despite the almost creepy circumstances you weren't afraid, if anything the feeling you felt instead was more like comfort. The way it had always been, ever since his presence started to weigh on you, all he ever brought you was comfort in the end.
You nodded to him, and he smiled.
His wings ushered you closer to him and it was almost instantly that the ease you just had dissapeared- replaced by an insatiable urge to go further. To touch his soul, tangle within it.
"We were meant to be together you see," Minho raised his hand to hold your cheek. "But your soul isn't like mine."
His gentle touch traced a path over your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine. The demon's palm drifted under your jaw, his nails dragging lightly down your neck, and you felt as if you could feel him corrupting your soul with every second your skin was in contact with his.
"Your soul is naive... pure... so very kind," he uttered softly, a murmur that was not unlike an incantation. Pausing to press his hand over your heart, Minho seemed entranced by your soul. "Feels... heavenly."
You could smell him in front of you, it was so strong- a smoky musk, reminiscent of the flames he was constantly enveloped in, mixed with a strange mature floral scent that was similar in a sense to his mysterious beauty.
It was like everything about you was made to draw you in, the very object of your desires stood in front of you- yearning for you himself.
"Your soul wasn't heading to the same place mine was," Minho confessed, his voice carrying the weight of his actions.
As you whispered, "wasn't?" the question hung in the air.
"I couldn't help it," he hummed, the admission tinged with a melancholic melody. "I wanted you with me, but it doesn't matter anymore."
"Doesn't matter anymore?"
Minho's face remained scarily blank, a mask that concealed the weight of a truth he hesitated to unveil. The silence hung in the air as if the very fabric of reality depended on the words he chose.
Of course it didn't, he thought to himself, there was no saving reality now.
Minho hesitated, his gaze flickering away for a moment, a fleeting glimpse of guilt beneath the surface. He didn't want to tell you the world was ending because he was stood before you, anchored by an undying obsession that was worth more than everything.
You were worth more than existence in his eyes.
Instead, he simply uttered, "Nothing matters anymore, except this moment."
In the stillness, Minho's words lingered, creating a surreal atmosphere that felt as if it stopped time itself. As you gazed into his eyes, searching for answers within the depths of his black gaze, the air crackled with energy.
Suddenly, a distant rumble echoed, like the harbinger of a storm- yet the both of you knew it was much more than thunder and lightning that was heading your way. The walls of your home quivered, shadows danced with an eery urgency, and the very ground beneath you seemed to tremble slightly.
With a heavy sigh, Minho took a step closer, leaning his forehead against yours.
"Everything will come to an end," he admitted, his voice a fragile whisper. The revelation hung in the air, a chilling acknowledgment that the world as you knew it was falling apart, and it was because this demon needed you so badly he was willing to risk everything just to have you for a moment.
"Won't you indulge me, in our last moments?"
"I don't even know your name." You whispered, voice barely audible.
You could feel his breath hitting your face, one hand holding your hip, the other your chin, his wings were wrapped around your entire body- you couldn't escape him even if you'd wanted to.
"My name is Minho."
"Minho.."
You tried it out, and it just felt right, as if his name was meant to be spoken from your tongue and no one else's- like no word you had ever said previously was worth your voice.
"Have I not done enough to prove my love?"
"You've done plenty."
"Then let me have you."
The world crumbling around you was enough convincing for you to respond with an almost silent whisper of consent, reaching up to fist his shirt in your palm.
Minho smiled, the urges that had tormented him for so long were finally allowed to come to fruition- his lips pressed against yours. They were soft, despite how he looked, the same as every other part of him.
He was soft and romantic despite the violence he unleashed on every inhabitant of your world and his.
He was soft and calming despite being a demon.
And he kissed you like he'd never gotten close to any semblance of peace before this moment- desperate and needy, his hands and his wings tugging you against him like it was you that was falling apart and not existence itself.
"I want the world to end while we're together," he whispered against you.
"We are together."
He shook his head, gently placing you down on your couch without the same sense of urgency that he'd had seconds before when he was simply kissing you.
Minho hovered above you, connecting your lips once more- this time nothing more than teasing touches here and there as he ghostly touched his hands to the sides of your torso.
"I've waited an eternity to embrace you," the demon nudged his head into your neck, the rounded point of his horn scratching lightly into your scalp. "I want to do it while the world fades around us."
"You're embracing me right now."
You knew what he meant.
Minho frowned into your shoulder, about to lean up until he felt one of your hands wrap around one of his horns- tugging him up to face you instead.
"Kiss me properly," you muttered, both hands now clutching the appendages on his head. "We don't have time for this."
He nodded, biting at your bottom lip until it started to sting and your mouth fell open, letting him push deeper- kiss you harder, sucking at where he had broken your skin.
Minho let out a deep growl that resonated deep within you, past your stomach and somewhere between your legs instead- the noise transcending into some sort of soft purring sound as you squeezed and massaged the tips of his horns.
Minho felt like he was ascending, like his soul was being redeemed just by being so close to you like this- it was addicting, he was addicted to you.
He couldn't get enough, tongues and teeth clashing together as the demon became more desperate to have you, to be one with you and your soul while everything came to an end around you.
Within the chaos, the two of you had ended up naked together- the demon on top of you, pausing for a moment to savour the sight of your body below him.
Your hands travelled across his strong arms, caressing his shoulders and admiring him for the first and last time. He sucked in a breath as your fingers danced over the junction between his wings and shoulder blades, tracing back and forth and curiously observing the texture change between skin and feather.
"Are your wings sensitive?"
Minho nodded.
"In a good way?"
His deep black eyes swirled with lust, confirmation of the latter question.
You gently closed your hands around the spine of them, pushing your head up to capture his lips as you tugged and ripped a strangled gasp from his throat that made you bite your lip.
"What about your tail?"
You reached out, waiting for it to come and coil around your wrist and make itself known from behind him- it was soft and felt the same as his wings, it had a feel that you could've compared to a crushed velvet as it swished between your fingers.
Pulling on it didn't coax the same gasp from his lips, instead a yelp that bled into a moan and hung in the air like a deep dark secret that you had just dug from the depths of his soul.
Minho didn't wait any longer to indulge in you, pushing deep inside until his hips were touching yours- your hands grappling to hold him and anchor yourself down, to stay grounded amidst the pleasure.
Would it be so bad to let yourself float away?
There was a lingering sorrow beneath everything, the knowledge that the end of everything as you knew it was because you existed in the first place, because of the desperate actions of a demon who clearly had never been in his right mind. He was a force that should not have ever been given the power bestowed upon him, should not have ever been given the right to observe the mortal world as a pastime, should not have been given a reason for his existence outside of the supernatural realm.
The love he shared with you was his last ditch attempt to escape the darkness that had been consuming him before you were ever in the picture. You were the one spark that lit his flame, his reason for existing and his reason for ending it all too.
There was a beauty in that.
Something was happening to him, he was overcome by a powerful tsunami of unknowing emotions- the urge to consume you whole, the urge to go further dancing within the fragile snapping strings of his sanity.
What else did he have to lose?
Minho buried his head in your shoulder, listening to the gentle yet desperate moans that he coaxed away from your throat, feeling his throat start to form a choking lump from the guilt of it all as it started to creep up to him and weigh on his conscience.
He was supposed to have you for longer than this.
"M-minho.." You whispered through a hiss, tugging hard on his wings and making him squeeze his eyes tightly shut.
"Y/n," the demon whispered back to you.
He would leave his guilt for afterwards, now- all he wanted was to fulfill what he had been waiting an eternity to feel. You underneath him, wrapped around him, limbs and tongues intertwined until everything ripped away around you. The demon swallowed, his thirst for you unquenchable and taking over his salvageable thoughts, he wanted to be drunk on you.
He had been drunk on you ever since he found you.
Minho's obsession with you hadn't dawned like a gradual sunrise, it was a crashing current of emotion that drowned him in an insatiable longing the second he saw your smiling face.
Instead- the urge to spill inside of you was what gradually rose through his system, causing his muscles to tense and seize up as the warmth and tightness of you brought him closer and closer to a tipping point.
Your hands split, giving him a break from the painful pleasure of how you pulled on his wings. But as your fingers danced across his red hot skin, one hand gripping his right horn and the other wrapping around his tail, his climax dangled above him like a carrot on a stick.
"Love.." He whispered, the end of his annunciation breaking into something of a whimper.
"Please, Minho, don't stop," you almost cried.
He wouldn't, couldn't.
He'd drive himself into torturous overstimulation to make sure that you felt the waves of pleasure lapping every nerve in your body.
"Never."
The demon was thankful that it didn't come to that, feeling your walls constrict and spasm around him after a few more deep thrusts. He swallowed your moans with his tongue, sighing into your neck when you surrendered your body for him to take his high from.
He held you close, so gently and tenderly as he pushed into you over and over- feeling your legs quiver and fold around his waist until he stilled. He fell flat against you, a groan resonating in the bottom of his chest and rumbling through his throat as he buried all of himself within you.
Together, wrapped in eachothers embrace, you and Minho lied at the heart of the unraveling of reality- finding comfort in the final warmth of a twisted twisted love. The bittersweet moment, your last moment, you spent staring into the black oblivion of the demons eyes as the storm played you both into the final silence.
The outside world devolved into the same inky darkness. Minho's grasp tightened around you, and your souls embraced eachother in the infinite expanse of nothingness.
If anything lingered, it was the echoes of his obsession- the reason for everything, the reason for the nothing.
Nothing mattered now, there was nothing left.
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