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the story starts like any other horror movie does - with bad housing choices. it was near the university, it was insanely cheap, and mingyu was all over the moon.
but like any other story, every pros have their cons - mingyu’s apartment’s came in the form of a supernatural entity that mingyu is yet to identify.
the “major haunting” began - or at least mingyu thought it did - exactly nine days after mingyu moved in. it was a friday, past midnight, a little before three, and mingyu had just gotten home with minghao and joshua from a party at jeonghan’s - a senior that the three couldn’t really say no to.
minghao, mingyu’s best friend, thought it was a great idea to go to mingyu’s apartment after because they would surely be wasted by the time that they leave the party, and it would be convenient to crash at mingyu’s place for the night, which happened to be the closest to jeonghan’s.
it seemed like a sound plan, really. mingyu wouldn’t have to worry whether his best friend got home safe, and minghao could get more time to have some good rest instead spending all those hours he could have been sleeping to commute all the way to his own place, which was far as fuck.
but like all of mingyu's other choices in the past, this was another one that he didn't really think through, if the regret washing over him was any indication.
one variable in the plan that he did not saw coming was joshua, minghao’s boyfriend.
and now, right outside his bedroom, in his living room, on his newly-bought sofa to celebrate his new home, was joshua fucking minghao. and honestly, no matter how hot minghao sounds moaning like he’s having the greatest fuck of his life, mingyu didn’t really need to hear any of that.
he didn’t need to hear his best friend beg for dick like this. especially not when it’s sending blood down south, making him crave for touch too.
“fuck,” mingyu cursed, his hand moving down, palming his erection to full hardness. he closes his eyes, and he thinks of the image of his best friend on his sofa, back arching as his boyfriend’s dick pounds against the bundle of nerves that sends him coming for the second time that night. “fuck.”
mingyu can’t believe he’s getting horny over his best friend getting dicked down; can’t believe the hand that was just palming his crotch was now slipping underneath the waistband of his pants, grabbing his hard dick and slowly stroking himself to the sound of minghao’s screams of joshua’s name.
“this is so pathetic,” mingyu muttered to himself, squeezing his dick. he twisted his hand before moving it up and gathering the precum from the tip, bringing it down to the base. his hand moves - up, down, up, down, palm sticky with his own fluid that he used to make the slide easy.
growing desperate for release, mingyu takes his dick out, his hand tightening around his length as he moves it faster, in time with minghao’s shaky breaths of yes, yes, yes!
mingyu groans.
and then, he hears it. a gasp. somewhere inside his room.
he looks around his barely lit room, squinting to find something, anything , and when he doesn’t, he shakes his head with a chuckle. was he hearing things now?
minghao moans outside, long and high-pitched, and mingyu’s attention goes back to his aching dick. he continues to stroke himself, chasing his orgasm at the same time minghao and joshua chase theirs.
when minghao cums for the third time with another choked cry of joshua’s name, his boyfriend cumming moments later inside him, mingyu cums all over his own stomach with a groan - and this drowns the small, desperate whimper that came from the dark corner of mingyu’s room.
+
“i think my apartment is haunted,” mingyu says.
minghao pauses, a spoonful of food halfway inside his mouth. his eyebrows furrow, placing the spoon back down on his plate. “what do you mean you think your apartment is haunted?”
“i just really think it is,” mingyu insists, recalling the one too many incidents that had been happening in his apartment for the past month since the night after jeonghan’s party.
it started with a missing shirt.
mingyu was clumsy - that much is true, but mingyu was also not one to lose his things, especially not in his own home. so it was really curious when one morning, while he was getting ready for university, he couldn’t find the shirt he had prepared on his bed.
“what if you really just misplaced it?” minghao cuts in, “because you really do have a tendency to lose things, you know?”
“no!” mingyu disagrees, “i’m sure it’s not my fault if it happened one too many times!”
minghao just gives him a mere raise of a brow, barely convinced, and mingyu continues with his story, recalling the next time that he lost his shirt, which was the following day, right after he had taken a bath - again . and this bizarre occurence happened the entire week, with mingyu preparing his clothes on the bed, taking a bath for a good half an hour, going out with just a towel wrapped around his hips, about to dress up for university, only to find out that his shirt is missing. again!
“and you know what’s more frustrating?” mingyu asks, “i’d go home and i’d find the very same shirt i originally prepared in the laundry! the laundry, minghao! as if it’s mocking me that it used my things when i should be the one using them!”
“well,” minghao shrugs, “at least the ghost had the decency to put it back in the laundry.”
“i had to bring my clothes to the bathroom with me after that,” mingyu complains, frustration clear in his voice, “but i guess the motherfucker didn’t get the memo because shortly after that, i notice that my old clothes - the ones i barely used and are already deep in my closet - magically appear in the laundry!”
“well at least the ghost brings them back,” minghao looks at the bright side, “at least he’s not stealing them from you. that’s okay, right?”
“that’s just my shirt,” mingyu groans, “wait until you hear about my perfume! the fucker has been using them! and i know because i see it obviously decreasing each day! what will he even use it for?”
“yikes,” minghao grimaces. somehow, as a perfume collector himself, minghao understands how mingyu feels at the moment. he, too, would grow frustrated at the thought of someone else using his perfume. well, maybe his boyfriend joshua is an exception. but still.
“and the fact that it uses a lot! every single day!” mingyu continues to complain, “what? is he bathing in my perfume now? stealing my clothes and using them is not enough? he has to waste my perfume collection - which, by the way, i spend a huge amount of my allowance on?”
mingyu wants to bang his head on the table. he does .
and then he starts to complain about something else - something far weirder than losing his clothes and his perfume. “and you know, aside from finding the clothes i haven’t even used in the laundry, i always, always , get home with my pillows damp. like, why is it damp? it’s not even humid in my apartment!”
“you think it’s one of those things?” minghao asks.
mingyu doesn’t really get what he’s trying to say. “what things?”
“you know, the ones where there’s a monster hiding in the vent,” minghao shares one story he saw on the internet before, “and the liquid dropping on the pillow is the monster’s saliva.”
mingyu shivers. minghao does, too.
“maybe it wants to eat you,” minghao adds.
“but there’s no vent directly above my bed, minghao,” mingyu reminds his friend. “and the smell of the pillows didn’t really smell like saliva.”
“maybe the monster has a different-smelling saliva,” minghao insists.
“you don’t understand,” mingyu protests, “it smells like-”
“what smells like what?” joshua arrives before mingyu can finish his sentence. the older goes straight to his boyfriend, kissing him; and minghao even makes a point to slide his tongue across joshua’s bottom lip. joshua bites on it, minghao whimpers and moves away. they smile at each other for a second before joshua kisses the tip of minghao’s nose and pecks at his lips again. “hello, babe.”
“you two are disgusting,” mingyu comments, watching their very public display of affection from the front row, first seat.
“just showing some love, mingyu-yah,” joshua says as he slides to sit next to minghao.
mingyu makes a show of rolling his eyes. “yeah, right in front of my fucking salad, too.”
“well, what are you guys talking about?” joshua asks as he wraps an arm around minghao’s shoulders.
minghao nuzzles closer and leans his head on the older’s shoulder. when he finally settled, he spoke, “mingyu thinks his apartment is haunted.”
“that explains why it’s cheap as fuck,” joshua comments.
“i’m losing my shirts and perfume,” mingyu states. his tone is too serious, as if what he had just said are the biggest problems in the world that he could ever face.
“then you could use the money you saved from cheap rent to buy yourself some more,” joshua gives a solution as if it can be solved just like that. minghao giggles at his boyfriend’s answer.
mingyu is even more frustrated. “you two are no help.”
+
the next “major haunting” only comes a couple of months after the first. and literally and figuratively, the event is very eye-opening. to mingyu, at least.
that day, mingyu had fallen asleep on his desk while doing a paper for one of his major subjects. however, he woke up to the sound of whimpers coming from his bed. naturally, mingyu turned his head to the direction of the noise, and with the faint light of his sunset lamp, he saw a figure.
it was on its knees, face pressed down on mingyu’s mattress, hips moving against his pillow, satisfied sighs escaping its lips.
mingyu was too entranced at what the figure was doing to fully comprehend that there was an intruder in his apartment. he only kept on looking - watching as the figure humped his pillow. and then he saw it - a tail? and as if that was not enough, the figure arched its back and it let out a long moan, head tilting up in pleasure, and mingyu saw what seemed to be... horns?
mingyu almost choked. he started a coughing fit from where he had his head on his folded arms, pretending to be fast asleep.
what was that?
before mingyu could get an answer, he saw that the figure was no longer there, and the only trace that it ever existed was the damp pillow sitting in the middle of mingyu’s messy bed.
his mind instantly connected the dots; and realizing where the fragrant dampness on his pillows came from before, mingyu could feel the blood rushing south, making him hard.
what the fuck .
+
“i think there’s a demon in my apartment,” mingyu announces the next time he meets up with minghao; and by extension, minghao’s boyfriend, joshua.
“why’d you say?” joshua asks, playing with minghao’s hand, not really paying attention to what mingyu is saying. mingyu wishes he had better friends.
“i…” mingyu still tries to explain though. but he immediately reddens at the memory of the humping figure that got him embarrassingly hard at the dead of the night. how exactly can he say that to his friends? they are barely taking him seriously right now. how much more if he says something along the lines of seeing a demon humping his pillow? he stutters, “i just know…”
minghao gives him a look - like he is hopeless. “you probably just saw a movie and now it’s getting to you.”
mingyu only groans at that. he really needs better friends. “you’re no help at all.”
+
nothing major happens after that night.
except for the times when mingyu would wake up in the middle of the night and would hear whimpers underneath his bed. he could only sigh when it happens, quietly , trying to calm himself down, even when he knows that the demon probably loves to jerk off on its own when it thinks that he’s sleeping.
sometimes, on the days when mingyu is exhausted from university, he just tries to sleep off the entire thing. the key word being “tries”.
most of the time, however, when mingyu is curious, he waits for the demon to get on his thing - listens , and he would end up awake until morning, sporting a painful boner that he usually takes care of in the shower. sometimes, he cums untouched, too turned on by the sinful sounds that the demon is making.
he knows that the demon is touching itself. he hears it - the squelch of fingers going in and out of the demon’s hole, the muffled moans the falls from its lips as it tried to not be too loud so mingyu wouldn’t wake up in the middle of pleasuring itself.
it does not take long before mingyu wishes he could finger the demon himself - in fact, mingyu thinks he realized that the first night he realized its doing wonders beneath his bed. he figures that he wants to hear the demon be a mess while it’s on his fingers, maybe even while it’s on his cock, but mingyu does not really know how to do just that.
+
“mingyu, stop sleeping in class!” minghao nags when he sees mingyu with his head down on his desk, almost dozing off. again. “this is the 8th time this day that you fell asleep in class. what’s up with you?”
“i’m just tired,” mingyu mumbles as he tries to fall into the state of sleep once again.
minghao doesn’t let him. “tired of what?”
“of you,” mingyu deadpans. when minghao does not answer, he adds, “kidding.”
when minghao still does not answer, mingyu decides to fall back into sleep. he needs it.
+
the night mingyu’s control snapped was the same night before a major exam. he was exhausted from studying, but he also can’t sleep. and so, he waits for the demon to do his thing once again.
it doesn’t take long before he hears the demon’s heavy breathing; doesn’t take long before he hears the familiar squelching sounds; doesn’t take long before he hears the muffled moans that send his brain on a haywire, keeping him awake for the duration of the night.
however, tonight - tonight is different , because he hears something that he does not usually hear. he hears a name fall from the demon’s lips.
“mingyu-ssi,” the demon mumbles, almost breathless. did it just say his name?
“mingyu-yah,” the demon calls again, moans , and after weeks of just listening in on the demon, that is more than enough for mingyu’s control to finally break. it’s calling him , and he will respond.
“you know, i can actually hear you,” mingyu deadpans. he peeks under his bed and finally, he sees it - the demon is on its side, hand reaching out behind itself, three fingers inside its slick hole.
“what-”
“call my name again like you did a while ago and i’d think about helping you out,” mingyu cuts the demon short, reaching out a hand for the demon to take. “what do you think, angel?”
it’s ironic, to call a demon an angel. but it’s enough to do the trick - if the angelic demon reaching out to take his hand is any indication.
+
everything is quick - a mess of limbs before they both knew it.
the demon is straddling mingyu's hips, crotch directly against his dick. at the first movement of the demon’s hip - the first grind, and definitely not the last, they both groan.
“fuck,” mingyu curses, eyes focused on the demon above him, who definitely looked more like angel. he thrusts up experimentally and immediately catches the way the demon’s eyes flutter close, mouth opening slightly to let out a shaky breath.
when the demon opens its eyes again, he is in a daze and his gaze is full of nothing but lust. mingyu couldn’t help himself but thrust up again, and a smirk plays on his lips as the demon lets out another moan. fuck. he even sounds heavenly.
“hi,” he greets, breathless.
the demon only hums as it repeatedly humps on him. “hm…”
mingyu chuckles at how touch-starved the demon is. he gives another thrust before he speaks “i don’t think i caught your name? pretty unfair you’ve been moaning my name while i haven’t known yours, right? not to mention, i’m making you feel good right now, too.”
the demon reddens at that. hiding his face on the crook of mingyu's neck. cute.
“it’s junhui.” the demon whispers.
“junhui,” mingyu tests, just to see how it rolls off his tongue. he says it again, “ junhui. that’s a nice name.”
“thank you,” the demon - junhui - answers. he sounds shy. he looks shy. mingyu almost believes it, if it isn’t for the feeling of it still rubbing their crotches against each other. the little breaths that escape its lips because of pleasure is unmistakable. i t’s definitely a lot of things, that’s for sure - heavenly, cute, sexy. mingyu wants to ruin him.
“so how do you want it, junhui?”
“huh?” junhui is a little absent-minded, head still in the clouds at the mere feeling of their bodies pressed together.
“you need to focus, angel,” mingyu thrusts up again and junhui groans. “i told you i’d help you out, didn’t i? we couldn’t do that if you’re only helping yourself.”
“i…” junhui finally stops at his ministrations, the shame catching up on him.
“no need to be shy, angel.” mingyu almost laughs at the irony, but his laugh dies down when junhui starts humping his thigh, as if telling him that that is what it wants.
“hm. are you sure that’s all you want, angel?” mingyu asks, rolling them over so he’s on top of junhui. he presses his hardening cock against the crevice of junhui’s ass. “not my dick? here? that’s better, no?”
junhui whines at that, frantically nodding his head as he presses his ass against mingyu’s dick. the demon probably didn’t expect that mingyu fucking him is actually an option - the most preferred option, actually, if mingyu is being honest. he chuckles. the demon was really too cute.
“alright, angel. i got it. i’ll take care of you.” mingyu says. he nudges the back of junhui’s knees. “open your legs wide for me, angel. i’ll make you feel good.”
and mingyu fucks junhui like that - fucks him in his bed as he cries mingyu’s name over and over.
mingyu fucks junhui on his back; then flips him to fuck him on all fours at an animalistic pace that leaves the demon drooling on his pillow, an incoherent heap of fucked out; only to flip him again to fuck him by the side, hand caressing the demon's flat stomach, dragging the demon’s lithe hand to press on it as well “you feel that, angel? it’s full of my cum, i’m afraid i might put my babies in you. but you want that, don’t you?”
junhui whines an agreement and intertwines their fingers together, bringing mingyu’s hand on his chest, just above his heart.
at the peak of another orgasm, mingyu flips them over again, him on top of junhui, with the demon on his back once again, just so he could see the demon when he fucks him again, beautiful eyes fluttering close as silent pleas of his name is heard from his spit-slicked lips. mingyu kisses him then, shoving his cock deep inside him and pressing hard there, leaving junhui gasping against his mouth. junhui cums again and mingyu fucks him through the orgasm, leaving him oversensitive and shaking as mingyu thrusts in and out until he reaches his climax too, spilling his load inside junhui yet again.
it takes mingyu the hard way - literally - to completely realize that the demon is truly insatiable, fucking him through night without stop.
+
“you,” the demon stutters. his back is on mingyu but the human can still see how his cheeks are a beautiful red under the dim lighting.
“i what?” mingyu asks. he’s a little lightheaded. to see the demon writhing in pleasure because of him really did wonders to his brain. in fact, the demon’s voice yelling his name is still ringing in his head. fuck. he wants to hear it again.
“you always take your clothes off while sleeping at night,” junhui mutters, as if ashamed. mingyu isn’t, so he pulls the demon closer to him and allows himself to bathe in the after-sex glow the the demon radiates. junhui whimpers when he feels mingyu’s dick against his skin once again.
“i… i can’t help but…” the demon whispers, not looking at him.
“but what?” mingyu encourages him to continue.
junhui turns his head to look at mingyu and upon seeing his face, mingyu thinks he wants to fuck him again right there and then. he does. he pushes his dick inside the demon once again and the demon mewls. “...i can’t help but touch myself… because i can’t touch you.”
“well, you’re touching me now, aren’t you?” mingyu answers. he thrusts in, hitting the demon’s spot, “or rather, i’m touching you. do you want me to touch you like this again?”
junhui meets his thrust as he breathes, “all the time.”
“fuck. you’re so hot.”
“thank you.” the demon hesitates, “after this, are you going to drive me away?”
“why? do you want to leave? because i could fuck you all the ways that you want if you don’t.” mingyu promises without any second thought.
junhui looks back at him again, eyes shining. “you would?”
“yeah, sure i would.” mingyu confirms with a shrug, pressing the tip of his dick against the demon’s spot, which earned him another beautiful moan.
“i’d love that.”
“do you want to start now?” mingyu asks.
“please.”
mingyu flips them over again. he is back on top of junhui. “how do you want it?”
“until i pass out.”
“oh?” mingyu raises a brow at the demon. “and if you pass out?”
“you can continue to fuck me still.”
“fuck.”
mingyu ends up fucking him until the morning. junhui doesn’t really pass out - demons aren’t capable of that. but he allows himself to enter a state of slumber, feeling mingyu in his walls the whole time. mingyu didn’t stop even when junhui’s hole was leaking with his cum, not even when the first signs of daylight appeared - he only stopped when he realized he still have classes in a few hours - a major exam, even! - and he needs some shut eye. otherwise, minghao would bug him about falling asleep in class and having to give him his notes again.
mingyu pulls out and junhui whines, waking up to protest.
“how am i going to campus later if you want to cling so much to my dick?” mingyu says, watching as junhui flips their position and climbs on top of him, lining his hole against his dick again. he sinks down with a sigh and proceeds to lay on mingyu’s chest, ear pressed against mingyu’s heart. he settles there, purring like a cat when mingyu thrusts up to him as he fixes their position to be more comfortable for the demon.
mingyu’s arms are strong around the demon’s waist. the demon cuddles closer to him, clenching around his dick in the process. he sees his tail wagging a little. “you like that?”
“hm… i’ll get enough of your dick while you sleep.” junhui offers, looking up with a shy smile on his face. mingyu felt like placing a kiss on the mole near the demon’s lips. he does.
“fuck, you’re really so hot.” mingyu says, and he thinks - he could get used to this.