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Metamorphosis

An alternate world in which you encounter someone in the middle of the night - a man seemingly hurt. Much to your luck, you were extremely wrong. (Teaser)

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Word Count: 8.669

Warning: demon jungkook, unsolicited touching/kissing/groping, ass slapping, humiliation kink, degradation kink, public sex, dirty talking, slight coercion, fingering, oral (f receiving), spanking, unprotected sex, blood play/licking, biting, creampie, squirting,

Alternate Universe | Halloween Masterlist | PART 2

“W-What’s happening?” you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had.

The six men surrounding you began to chant. You’re unsure what’s happening, but your heart sinks. There’s an uneasy feeling in your core.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, reaching out for him.

“It’s alright, my beautiful human.” Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. “The bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.”

The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.

“Jungkook!” you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now?

“The pain will not last long, my beautiful human…” Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. “...once it’s over, you can reunite with us in Hell. We will be waiting for you.”

You cross your arms in front of yourself firmly, shivering as the heavy rain fully engulfs you. You’re soaking wet and obviously pissed. You had gotten off of work late due to your boss being an asshole - you had stayed hours past your scheduled time out. Usually you would have not cared because extra hours meant extra money - but today was different. Every Friday you made it your mission to visit the cemetery and place flowers onto your mothers grave. Since you have gotten off of work late into the night, there was no time to stop for flowers (and it would be useless due to the rain).

Not only were you stuck in the rain, but you had to walk the entire way to the cemetery, then home. There were no buses running at this time and that meant you were in for an hour walk home after the already 30 minute walk to the cemetery. Let’s not forget that you saw your boss drive right past you without any eye contact.

The sky is dark and starless and there appeared to be little to no street lights on. The only light you do get comes from the moon high above. You've seen this before in a horror movie. A lone girl walking at night and bam, a killer chasing after her. Maybe you shouldn’t be thinking like this at this time, but you couldn’t help it. You were utterly hopeless with no one to call at this time - and even if you did, it’s pouring rain and your phone is tucked deep into your purse to not get it any more damage than it already was.

Your feet ached as you reached the cemetery. The rain was dying down, but you were already soaking wet and it was the least of your concerns now. It took a few more strolls until you reached the familiar headstone belonging to your mother. You sigh, dropping to your knees. You would regret it later while getting the mud stains off of your work clothes, but you were off the next two days and that was enough to not think about it further.

Visiting your mother was bittersweet. Sometimes you’d go just to pay your respects, other times you would speak as if she was there with you - talking about your day and what was new in your life. Now you were exhausted and your body ached, you remained silent and enjoyed the quiet company.

You’re unsure how long you’ve sat there, but you noticed that the rain began to pick up once more. You knew by tomorrow, you would be sick and decided to call it a night. You’d probably even decide to visit once more when the rain cleared up the following day to bring the flowers you couldn’t bring today.

You got off of your knees, touching the gravestone lightly before making your way out of the cemetery. Your eyes remained forward as your feet strolled through the grassy field. You cursed at your luck - your clothing stuck to you and it was becoming uncomfortable to walk.Your shoes are covered in mud and grime and it’s nearly pitch black in said cemetery, the moon shining but so much.

Your feet halt in their tracks. You blink your eyes, zoning in on a figure not far away from you. The figure appeared to be hunched over, on their own knees. You clench your burse tighter, eyes blinking away the droplets of rain to try to get a better look.

The moonlight shines off of the figure and it appears to glow - it’s a person, no doubt. You ponder if they’re there for the same reason you are - but not everyone would be caught in the rain paying respect to a deceased loved one, right?

You begin to step closer to the figure, unsure of what your body is doing. Your mind is screaming out alarm bells, that something wasn’t right and this could end up going completely wrong.

The figure’s head lifts up, shining eyes glowing in the dark. A man, you note, just as drench in the rain as you were. Black hair sticks to his scalp and covers the majority of his forehead. Just as before, he appeared to be shining underneath the moonlight.

“Are you o-okay?” you stutter out, uneasy with the intense stare of the man. You can make out his features - chiseled jawline, sharp eyes and full lips.

Your throat swallows a lump, body visibly stiffening upon noticing the man's eyes turning a shade of crimson. There was no possible way you were seeing things.

The man begins to lift from his knees and once onto his feet, your mind is screaming at you to run. The man is tall - and athletically built. He wore a suit of the sorts, completely black that it nearly disguises him in the dark scenery.

Your heart is beating outside your chest, your mind coming back to reality when he begins to step closer to you. His feet snap a twig beneath them. You want to run - you can even feel the way your body jerks to do so, but you cannot.

What?

What the fuck?

Your heart beats even louder that even the pouring rain is no match for it. Your hands clench your purse tighter against you.

Breathe.

Why is it becoming harder to breathe?

Your throat tightens.

Your body begins to shudder, trembling. You’re unsure what in the world is going on with you right now. You’re trembling, feeling a rush of cold air go through you one moment and the next, you’re burning up. Your body temperature hightens, as if your blood is boiling at a rapid pace. Your clothes being wet and sticking to you already didn’t make anything better.

“You,”

Your eyes widen hearing the man's voice so clear - as if there wasn’t rain pouring. The wind kicked up, swirling around you, yet still, his voice was coherent.

“are such a beautiful little human.”

Air filled your lungs once more and finally, you were able to breathe. Your mind swirls around on his words - a beautiful little human? What did that mean?

The man appears in front of you in a blink of an eye - how you didn’t fall back with a scream, you’re truly unsure. He’s tall, towering over you with his menacing gaze - eyes appearing even darker with a mysterious glint to them. Those eyes…they weren’t human, you note, they couldn’t be. Even if his overall appearance to be that of a human man - there was no man you met with such crimson eyes.

The man offers you a smile - no, a smirk. It didn’t appear genuine like a smile someone would give you upon introducing themselves. This was a cunning one; devious.

You do not realize that you’ve dropped your purse until it hits your feet. Your body still feels hot, temperature rising every second.

You feel the man's hand place itself against the skin of your cheek - they were calloused and even hotter than your own skin. His thumb traces the outline of your lips and you can hear he’s humming to himself.

“Your heart is beating so loud, beautiful. Are you afraid of me?” the man questions. “Do I frighten you? Or do I make you nervous?”

“Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” you manage to say - more stutter. Breathing was difficult enough, but speaking appeared to be a battle.

The man chuckles. “A prayer?”

“I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers-”

You feel your throat tighten once more, this time by the man's hands. He forces you closer to him. “Shut up.” he hisses. “Your prayers do not affect me, beautiful. It makes me want to ruin you even more.”

Your body was feeling weird. Goosebumps prickled your skin - you can feel it beneath your clothing - and your stomach was beginning to bubble. You closed your eyes to not look into his eyes, but even then you could see them glaring at you.

“Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before-” your prayer is cut short when a pair of lips are against yours. You’re struggling against the lips, a muffled scream dying in your throat.

The man removes himself from you, but he holds you close. His hands wrap tightly beneath your chin. Your eyes squeeze shut, heart thumping rapidly.

“You can feel it, right, beautiful?” The man's words are sultry, coming out more as a moan than a regular statement. “I know what it’s doing to you. I know you can feel it…right here…”

You gasp, feeling a tense grip between your legs. Your eyes snap open, the crimson eyes .boring right into your own. You want to jolt away from his prying hands - to push this man, no, this monster away.

“I know, beautiful…” the man sing-songs. “...the arousal feels amazing. Doesn’t it feel like you’re sinning for me, Y/N?”

You froze. Your eyes couldn't even grow wider. This man knew your name.

This man, whoever he was, knew you. He knew you’d be here visiting your mothers grave - that or he followed you.

“Yes, beautiful, I know your name.” the man chuckles, his hand rubbing along your clothed head. “I’ve always known your name. I’ve known of your existence since the day you were born.”

This man wasn’t human - your heart told you. His eyes, his words; he was something otherworldly.

“Dear Father, Thank You for protecting me. Thank You for the angels that you assign to watch over me. I can be at peace today knowing that my very life is in Your hands-”

You squirm feeling a sickly substance upon your cheek. The man is licking you now - up your jaw, to your chin and now your cheek. His fingers hold your face in place in a tight grip. He reaches your ear, flicking the lobe. “Praying won’t stop me from having you, beautiful.”

This monster was doing something to you and your body. You would never feel this way. He had you under a spell - your legs are clenching against his prying hand. You could feel a pool of slick sticking to your panties - and so does the man.

“I need your help in this battle. I cannot walk alone, Lord-”

“Ah, that prayer!” the man cackles. “You feel it running through you, beautiful. The lust. You’re moaning right underneath my hand, beautiful. I can smell the sweet smell of your pussy.”

The man's words are so vulgar that you’re unable to respond. His hands cup your clothed heat even tighter. The hand that once grips your chin now loosens so he could push you closer against him.

“You’re a monster.” you hiss - but it’s not a regular hiss. No, the man notes this tone. It’s a moan of disgust, but a moan nonetheless.

“I am.” the man chuckles. “A demon straight from Hell, beautiful.”

Your throat releases a scream when your hair is yanked backwards. Your eyes are towards the sky, the droplets of rain blinding your eyes. You continue to scream when you feel teeth against your neck, biting down.

You want to fight the man - this predator. This demon. Your prayers aren’t working and appear to be falling on deaf ears.

The man shudders at the taste of your blood. So pure and not laced with any impurities. But he wasn’t here for your blood - no, this was just a part of the ritual.

“My name is Jungkook.” the man purrs, licking his lips of your delicious blood. “Finally, you’re mine.”

You cough. Your hands are clenching onto Jungkook’s chest unwillingly. You’re trembling, eyes fluttering.

“You’re afraid of me, beautiful?” Jungkook tsks. His tongue licks the wound of your neck, twirling it up to your chin and to your lips. He presses an open mouth kiss onto your lips and moans.

“I’m not yours.” you wheeze out.

“Oh…” Jungkook could only laugh. “...but you are, beautiful.”

Jungkook’s hand squeezes your ass. “I can smell your arousal. You’re so wet for me, Y/N. You’re clenching and unclenching around nothing.”

You feel ashamed by how true Jungkook’s words were. You want to cry out - you didn’t belong to this demon! You were a part of your local Church and attended said church with your mothers for years. You prayed constantly, remained God as your main priority and prayed away whatever petty sins you committed.

“You belonged to me the day your mother gave birth to you, my love.” Jungkook’s hand pulls at your clothes. Your shirt rips in seconds, revealing your bra beneath. “That was part of the deal, after all.”

Deal?

Your hands grasp Jungkook’s wrist when his hands tug along your pants. You didn’t match his strength, and like your shirt, your pants are ripped to pieces.

“I won’t submit to you, demon.”

Jungkook wants to coo at your cuteness. No matter how many times you denied him, he wouldn’t listen. You were going to be his regardless of what you felt - he had waited decades to get what he was promised. You had no skill, will or strength to deny him anything - you were already aroused. Soon, you would be begging for him and he would give you what you’ll be begging for.

You are turned away from him and flipped. Your face meets the muddy ground. You squirm when you feel your hips being lifted by Jungkook’s arm. The position is filthy and you want to be removed from this humiliating state.

Jungkook marvels at the sight of you - face down, ass up. So cute and exactly how you were expected to be. One hand grips your ass, gently rubbing before he brings his hand back and slaps it roughly.

You scream once more at the impact, and again and again. Jungkook continued, crimson eyes darkening at the sight of you squirming beneath him.

“P-Please stop!”

Jungkook hums. “Why?” He slaps your ass once more, the sound like a melody to his ears. His hands trail between your legs to rub gently. “You’re so wet for me.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, teeth biting your lips to repress a moan. You can feel yourself grow wetter at the second and that’s what frightens you. You didn’t want to fall into temptation due to the demons hold against you.

“Let’s see just how filthy you are, huh?”

“N-No!”

Jungkook fingers hooks between your panties. He pushes them aside and finds his mouth watering. “Such a whore you truly are, beautiful. So wet and clenching around nothing.”

You couldn’t help the groan that comes from your throat when he rubs a thumb against it. Your thighs quiver to close, but Jungkook only slaps your throbbing ass once more to punish you.

Jungkoom continues to rub along your clit, fingers sliding between your folds effortlessly. He can feel his pants tightening at just the sight of you.

“So wet.” Jungkook grunts. He smirks, fingers dangerously close to your opening. “I can just slide…”

“N-No!” you gasp, but even with your pleas, your legs widen for him.

“...right in.” Jungkook enters two fingers inside of you. So warm and wet - and inviting. He pumps his fingers inside, marveling at how you take him so well. “You’re milking my fingers, beautiful. Good little whore you are, huh?”

You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut.

Why?

Why were you moaning for this demon? Why was your body not cooperating with your brain? Why were you so wet and aroused with such sinful acts?

“J-Jungkook…please!”

Jungkook groans. “That’s right, beautiful. Just give in.” he murmurs, his fingers picking up the pace. “It’ll be over if you just submit to me.”

“N-No…” You don’t want to moan any more. You can feel a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you. He doesn’t allow you to fall forward. He lifts you and presses you against him. “Taste yourself.” he hisses and before you can protest, he enters two of his fingers inside of your mouth.

Your tongue swirls against his fingers unwillingly, your juices hitting your tongue.

“I wonder if you taste as divine as you smell, beautiful.” Jungkook whispers in your ear, popping his fingers from your mouth. “Give me a taste.”

“N-No…”

Jungkook hums. “No?”

You nod your head.

“Then why are you leaning against me, beautiful? Why are your hips jerking for more pleasure?”

Jungkook flips you once more. He’s laid against the ground and has you hovering above him. You’re firmly in his grasp, unable to escape. His teeth - so sharp and canine like - bite at your underwear until they’re as ripped as your shirt and pants were.

You gasp when Jungkook places you on his lips. You’re sitting directly on his tongue, palms back against his abdomen for balance as he licks between your folds.

Jungkook grunts. “So sweet, beautiful.” he murmurs before going back to ravishing you.

Your eyes are unable to remove themselves from the sight before you. Jungkook’s tongue - long with and split at the end, rapidly lick upon your clit and between the folds. You could no longer hide your moans, allowing the pleasure to run through you.

This was wrong.

This is a demon - no matter how attractive he may be, this was a demon.

You consider yourself a child of God, fully committed to your faith.

But Jungkook using his tongue to pleasure you felt far too amazing to not moan - too amazing to protest his advances any longer. And, as sad as it sounds, far too amazing for you to utter the word of God in hopes of stopping him.

Jungkook’s nails dig into the skin of your inner thigh. Your scent intoxicates his mind, your slick sliding against his tongue. Finally, you were his - and now you weren’t refusing him. Your moans are loud - even with the rain starting up once more. You were giving in to your rightful urges as his.

Jungkook’s eyes flicker to your face. Such a beautiful face contorted with pleasure. Mouth agape and moaning with pleasure, the droplets of rain trailing down your skin. It glistens beneath the moonlight.

“My beautiful human.” Jungkook growls. His tongue swipes at your clit once more. “Pleasure yourself against my tongue.”

Jungkook slaps your thigh in encouragement. He wants you completely submerged in pleasure that you would willingly participate in.

Your hips jerk forward and onto his tongue. A deep moan comes from your throat and you now find yourself thrusting onto Jungkook - a demon. Your eyes squeeze shut, wanting nothing more than to feel your release.

Jungkook’s hands roam your body, tongue laying flat while you use him. They trail up your thighs to your hips, wrapping around them to encourage you to go faster. He then slides them up your sides to grasp your breast from your bra. He squeezes them, pinching the sensitive bubs of your nipples.

“J-Jungkook, I-I can’t take it!”

Jungkook pinches your nipple once more. He clamps down onto them so hard that you scream out, lifting yourself from his tongue, juices releasing.

And Jungkook’s laps every drop, a groan rumbling deep within his soul.

Whatever soul Jungkook had deep within Hell that was.

You fall limp against his legs, legs quivering.

“My poor beautiful human.” Jungkook moves your body so that he is on top of you. “Came so hard that you can barely function.”

Jungkook leans down to swipe his tongue against your cheek once more, the reason you’re unsure of.

“I’m going to make you cum over and over again.”

The rain falls even harder, but the majority of it is hidden beneath Jungkook’s body. He kicks off his pants along with his underwear.

You can’t see it, but you feel how large Jungkook is when he forces himself inside of you. You feel like you’re being stretched to the max. Your arms wrap around his neck tightly, breathing hitching.

“Beautiful human…so tight.” Jungkook growls. “Made just for me. My perfect little human.”

Jungkook doesn’t allow you the luxury to adjust to his size. He thrusts deeply inside of you, cracking his hips harshly. Your back hits against the muddy dirty roughly with each thrust. You were going to be filthy once this ended - if it ever did. This was a demon here with you? Did a demon’s stamina ever go out? It wasn’t like he was human.

“Jungkook, please!” you plead with him, but Jungkook doesn’t want to hear it. His teeth clamp down onto your skin, biting it harshly enough to release blood. “I-I can’t handle-”

“You can!” Jungkook hisses. He leans back to admire your disheveled appearance. You were covered in mud, blood and soaking wet. Your hair is sticking to you and your eyes are struggling to stay open. But to him - you were perfect. “Finally mine.”

There’s a bulge in your stomach, reminding you just who you were fucking. Jungkook is a demon.

A demon.

You were going to Hell surely.

There’s blood trailing down your thigh, but still Jungkook refuses to halt his abusive thrusts.

“Your soul, your mind, your heart and your body belong to me.” Jungkook growls, appearing utterly animalistic. “All mine, Y/N. My beautiful human. And all it took was a deal from your father.”

Your father?

You didn’t have a father - physically. You were raised with two mothers; when you grew up you never had a reason to look for who your biological father was. You asked your mothers, sure, but it was stated he was someone who provided them sperm and nothing more.

“He got what he wanted and in return…”

Jungkook flips you onto your knees. He wraps an arm around your neck and enters you once more. He continues the brutal pace, skin slapping and echoing off of the trees. You’re not sure if you were going to survive this. Your insides hurt - even if it came with brief pleasure. Your body was aching just as bad and Jungkook showed no chance of stopping.

“...in return…I got you, beautiful human of mine…” Jungkook grunts. “...you’ll be coming back home with me to Hell.”

It was your alarm that had woken you up that following morning. You jerked upward, eyes scanning the room. Your room.

You were in your room.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled just the same. Your ears are ringing and your fluttering eyes are attempting to adjust to the sunlight coming from your bedroom window.

Your aching legs manage to move. You swing them around your bed and lift yourself. You managed to make it to your mirror and you gasped.

You weren’t dirty nor covered in mud like you expected. That couldn’t have been a dream - everything felt far too realistic to be one. You were intimate with a demon - he had told you that you were his because of a father you never met.

Your eyes scan the scars and bruises littering your body. There’s hand marks upon your throbbing skin, one around your neck and two on both sides of your waist. You can see the bite marks that drew blood on your neck and another between your thighs.

You want to cry, but felt that even that would be hypocritical. You allowed a demon into your body - to have something precious that should have belonged to your human partner. You have learned from an early age that demons were tricksters and you had fallen into their trap.

You shower until the hot water runs cold - and even then you did not want to remove yourself. You washed your skin countless times in hopes to rid yourself of the sick feeling, but it never left. You could feel his hands on your body now as if he was here - his teeth and his tongue grazing along onto your skin.

Your mind betrayed you as did your body. There’s flashes replaying the long night Jungkook had bestroved for you. How he had taken you so roughly against the cemetery ground, both of you covered in blood. How he had flipped you and taken you against a tree, allowed you on top of him - almost every inch of the area you had been fucked on.

You clench your legs together and clench your fists. You dried your body, trying to rid your thoughts of the sinful encounter - but they wouldn’t leave. You were beginning to feel the uncomfortable throb between your legs once more.

Pray.

You had to pray.

You dressed in fresh clothing and went towards your vanity. Your rosary would be there. You grasp it in your hands, ready to send a prayer when the rosary begins to burn in your hands. You screamed, dropping it to the floor and watching with wide eyes as it began to burn through the hardwood floor.

“No…”

You trembled, not taking your sight off of the burning rosary.

You were too far gone - you were damned to Hell.

The tears finally came. You have dropped to your knees now, praying for forgiveness for the sins you committed. Your God would understand - he had to. You didn’t want to sleep with the demon that was Jungkook. You had no choice. He had you underneath a demonic spell that had you moaning his name, crying tears of lust and pleasure…

Had you been screaming his name, claiming how much you wanted Jungkook…

You wrapped your arms around him and begged for more - each and every time…

The feeling was returning. The familiar arousal between your legs and the warm feeling against your skin. You lay upon the cool hardwood floor, wanting nothing more than for your temperature to subside.

Why you?

Why were you being cursed by Jungkook?

What was the supposed deal Jungkook made with your biological father? And even so, you didn’t even know the man. Was he even still alive?

“Beautiful human.”

Your body jerks at the sound of Jungkook - his sultry voice.

Jungkook leans against the nearest wall of your bedroom. He’s sporting all black once more, this time a fitted shirt and slacks. His eyes are the familiar shade of crimson and they watch you closely.

“Look at you. In a pool of your own arousal once more.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smirk placed on such beautiful lips…

You shake your head. This wasn’t your mind thinking - it had to be the demonic spell.

“I have not put you under any spell.”

Can he read your mind?

“I can read your mind, beautiful.” Jungkook states. “You can learn to read mine. Once we venture to Hell.”

You aren’t going to Hell. You were going to ask God for his forgiveness - to be allowed to be underneath his guidance once more.

“God…” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “...will never take you. He never had you to begin with, beautiful. Why do you think it was so easy for me to get my hands on you?”

The familiar tightening in your throat, the heat radiating your skin and the goosebumps were returning. Your clit throbbed uncomfortably as if your body knew Jungkook was near.

“Your body will always submit to me, beautiful. As it belongs to me.”

No.

No!

“I know you feel the arousal once more. How wet you are. You’re such a needy little thing, huh?” Jungkook cackles loudly. “Touch yourself, beautiful. See how wet you are.”

No.

You weren’t going to.

If so, why were your hands going beneath your shorts to touch yourself?

“It’s okay, beautiful. Touch yourself and watch me.”

You want to deny him the satisfaction of watching you, but you’re already succumbing to his demonic spell. You were positive that he’s done something to your mentality that you could never deny him.

“I-I can’t.” you snatch your hands from your shorts, feeling flush with embarrassment.

“That just means you want me to, huh?” Jungkook is kneeling down beside you in the blink of an eye. You want to ask how he does it, but you’re afraid of the answer. You weren’t ready to go down a rabbit hole of demonic entities and powers.

“No…?”

“Is that a question, beautiful?”

Jungkook’s already tugging your pants down and taping your thighs aside. He’s amused by how easily you give into him.

“Go ahead and tell me no.” Jungkook plays with the lace of your underwear. Your clit is visible to him - wet and inviting as always. “Then I'll leave.”

“You’ll leave?”

Don’t sound disappointed, you think. You wanted this demonic entity gone - right?

“Of course. Tell me to leave, Y/N. And I’ll go.”

Jungkook hooks a finger inside your laced panties with a shake of his head. So divine and so sweet - even after he completely ruined you not long ago.

Tell him to go.

Tell him to leave you alone and to never return.

Be stern, you think. Resist him and the impure thoughts of this demon.

But you don’t. Those words never leave your lips.

“Already so wet, my beautiful human.” Jungkook enters a finger inside of you for a second. He then removes it and enters it inside his mouth. “And taste so heavenly.” he cackles. “Heavenly for someone going to Hell.”

You don’t respond to Jungkook’s words. He’s already entering his fingers back inside of you. He pumps slowly at first to get you comfortable - and then he’s rapid. The sounds of his moving fingers echo off the walls of your bedroom - mixed with your moans of pleasure. It sends shockwaves throughout your body.

It’s so sinful, you think. How when you were a child with your mothers going to church, even if the three of you got awkward stares - how you read the bible alongside them. You prayed every night before bed, before every meal - you needed to know where exactly you went wrong.

“Still blaming yourself, sweetheart?” Jungkook’s so beautiful, you think. You recall many times hearing that demons were often beautiful to trick you into sinning with them. “I told you, you were destined to me long before you were even born.”

You feel Jungkook’s fingers hitting your g-spot, curling inside of you with each thrust. It’s as if he was going deeper and deeper each time. You don’t want to look at the beautiful man, but it’s as if he compels you to. His crimson eyes - so captivating and inhumane. You were told that you were under no spell, but that had to be a lie - demons always lie.

“I never tell no lies, my beautiful human.” Jungkook comes closer to you, licking his lips. “What you feel right now is not due to any spell, but your own body submitting to me.”

Your soft moans only fuel Jungkook on further. His tongue licks along the skin of your collarbone. Your thighs tremble with pleasure when you feel his teeth once more - he’s biting you. It doesn’t hurt, you note, not like it did when he bit you at the cemetery.

You’re breathing quicken and your eyes snaps shut; you were going to cum. You cannot remember when you ever felt this much pleasure in such a short amount of time until now, and all you can truly think about was succumbing deeper and deeper into the pleasure.

“I know you feel it coming.” Jungkook’s breath tickles your neck as he speaks. “Say my name, beautiful human. Who is the demon who’s going to make you cum?”

“J-Jungkook…!” you shout, feeling the wave of pleasure shoot out of you. It engulfs your entire body, shuddering up the back of your spine and causing goosebumps to litter your skin.

It was when you opened your eyes did you think you were going crazy - completely insane. Jungkook was gone, seemingly never in front of you. Your fingers were inside of you instead of his own, completely soaked in your slick.

“How did you find me? I know your…mothers. They wouldn’t give up that information.”

It took a week to track down your biological father - a week of torment each night with Jungkook. You cried after you realized that you masturbated, not because you thought it was wrong - you’ve done so before. But because you weren’t sure what was real and what was fake anymore. No prayer stopped Jungkook from returning to you each night - and you never told him yourself to stop; your body submitting to him each time like he’s stated.

You visited your mother on the third day and even she saw the bags beneath your eyes. She questions your appearance, but all you could think about was the very man before you - it took hours to convince her, but she eventually caved.

“Well…” your father murmurs, sighing after a moment of silence. “...what do you want? Money?”

Your eyes roam over the large estate he lived in. Money would’ve been nice if there wasn’t a literal demon fucking you every night - but even you wouldn’t think to ask him for money. He was nothing but a donor for your mother’s to have a child, never truly intending to be in your life.

“What deal did you make with the demon?” you ask bluntly.

Your father’s eyes widen slightly at your choice of words. He turns to close the doors to the office you sat in before turning back to you.

“What…are you talking about?” he coughs, turning back to you.

“What deal did you make with the demon that’s tormenting me?” you don’t mean for your tone to come out harsh, but it does. You were upset - rightfully so. “What are you? A musician? You promised that son of a bitch your first born child for a record deal-”

“I’m not a musician.” he raises his hands in an attempt to calm you. “H-How did you find me-”

“Are you not listening?!” you take a deep breath, again, not wanting to appear too angered. “There’s a demon tormenting me every night. He said that my…father,” you didn’t want to call him that. He had no intentions of ever being in your life, he was nothing but a donor. But it didn’t matter to Jungkook. “made a deal with him. What the fuck was the deal you made with the demon? Why am I the one being tormented when I know you have other children-”

“You are my first born daughter.” the man caves. His voice comes out in a whisper and barely audible. “I have a son older than you before I made the deal.” his voice is cracking - was he guilty? After all these years did he feel bad for whatever he’s done? “I…I needed money to support my family. The demon said if I had a daughter that I…” the man blinks away from you. “...my wife fell pregnant with another son after we made the deal. That demon was upset. I’ll never forget those eyes. He threatened to kill my wife and kids if I didn’t give him a daughter. That was the plan. I never knew demons were specific with gender.”

Your blood runs cold as his words ring in your mind.

“I…what’s your name?”

You’re taken aback by his sudden interest. “Y/N.” you murmur.

“I thought the demon…I don’t know what I thought.” he sighs. “I kept tabs on you for years now and you remained alive. The demon didn’t take you when you were born like I initially thought he would. Each year passed and I began to think that maybe…he forgot? He didn’t want you anymore.”

You want to laugh. To think your life was given away before you were ever conceived. Your eyes roam the large office space and linger on a picture - a family one. The man before you with a woman, his wife, and two boys - his sons. They appeared happy as a small family of four.

You sniffle, unsure truly if you could be upset with him. He was only doing what he thought was right at the time, trying to provide for his family. You ponder what would happen if he did have a daughter instead of a second son - would Jungkook have been tormenting her instead of you?

You shake your head.

“I have to go.” you exhale. “I-”

“I am…so sorry.”

You glance at the man’s way and nod your head.

“So am I.” you murmur to him, your legs already walking towards the door of his office.

Your body is sweating, beads of sweat pooling down your skin. Your shirt sticks to you thickly and you’re sure that this is how you were going to die - or pass out. Whichever came first.

Your eyes snap and you lean your head back, cupping your forehead. You sat at your desk, your work forgotten about.

It’s been two months now since you've been tormented by Jungkook - though he had been missing for the last week. You were grateful - in a way - that he has not returned. Your body needed the rest.

Your throat closes up and your eyes snap open. You never ran as fast as you did now, pushing past your co-workers to make your way into the restroom. You slam the stall door open and hurl right into the toilet. You felt physically ill, vomiting for the next ten minutes.

You were sent home once a co-worker found you like that, crying and vomiting - you weren’t even sure you had enough in your stomach to continue, but your body kept on.

It was the following day - you were given a few days off to recover - when you noticed that something was terribly wrong with you. You visited your mother that night for dinner - she claimed that you looked both hungry and ill. She was just going to start dinner - steak - and that you needed to relax while she finished up.

You thought the smell of raw meat would disgust you, but it didn't. While your mother washed dishes in the sink, humming to herself, you opened the fridge to find yourself something to drink. You were parched and now growing hotter by the second. You smelt it first - the raw steak your mother had placed in the fridge for another day. She hadn’t seasoned it yet like she usually did and it caught your eyes almost instantly. Your eyes glanced before the fridge door to your mother, scrubbing along the dishes.

You grasp the bowl the steak was placed in and sniff it, your stomach rumbling. Before you can process what you’re doing, you sink your teeth into the raw meat, the blood oozing from the corner of your lips. It tasted delicious - finally something you could smell or taste without vomiting it up moments after.

Your mind suddenly clicks on what in the world you’re doing. You slam the fridge door shut and hurl the bitten steak in the trash. You feel ill - not because you just ate raw meat, but because you liked it.

“You ate raw meat?” your doctor asks, chuckling awkwardly. “That cannot be good.”

“That’s why I’m here.” you murmur, playing with your fingers to not look your doctor in the eye. “There must be something wrong with me. I-I sweat constantly. I always feel sick. I can’t sleep most nights-”

“That’s what we were looking into.” your doctor nods, offering you a kind smile. “We ran some tests and a part of the problem can be answered. You’re pregnant.”

Pregnant.

Pregnant?

You shake your head slowly, eyes now widening at the doctor. “I can’t be…” you trail off.

The only person - were demons even people? Your mind races at the word pregnant. You were only sexually active with Jungkook - an act you weren’t sure if you had complete control over.

Demons had to be infertile - you were a human woman. There was no way you could be pregnant by a demon.

“We took multiple tests, Y/N. Would you like for me to perform a sonogram?”

You’re starting to feel ill again.

“Y-Yea.” you whisper.

The gel placed upon your stomach is cold. You don’t want to look upon the screen, but you’re drawn to it.

Your doctor hums. “That’s weird.” he murmurs. “The baby appears large.”

You’re unsure how to read the screen, but you try your hardest.

“But you’re rather small. You are still in the beginning stages of your pregnancy.” your doctor continues.

You pull your eyes away from the screen.

You shake your head.

“I can’t have this baby.”

Your doctor glances at you, but he doesn’t say anything but nod.

“Is there a way I can set up an appointment?” you continue. “I-I can’t keep this baby.”

Your doctor nods again. “We can set one up as soon as we have available. Let me speak-”

Your doctor coughs, and then begins to clench his chest. You lean forward as he begins to cough blood. He proceeds to fall to the ground, sonogram equipment crashing alongside him.

You swing your legs around to get up from the hospital bed. You swing the door open and scream out. “I-I think he’s having a heart attack in here!”

The room swarms with nurses, all pushing you aside. You couldn’t take your eyes off of your doctor as he’s being ushered out. Even as you make your way back home, did you feel as though you were at fault.

You swing the door to your home open and walk in. You close it behind you and wake your way towards your bedroom.

“Y/N.”

You come face to face with Jungkook.

“Welcome home, my beautiful human.” Jungkook offers you a smile, small dimples on display. “I’ll allow this realm to be your home for now.”

You shake your head.

Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you. “You’re glowing.” he hums.

“You did this to me.” you hiss his way. “You put this…thing in me-”

“Thing?” Jungkook cackles, red eyes glaring at you. “You mean our child?”

“This isn’t a child.”

“But it is, my beautiful human. Made with our flesh and blood. A product of our love.” Jungkook is in front of you in a matter of seconds. He turns you around so you are facing the floor-length mirror in your room. He places a hand upon your stomach. “Such a powerful being to rival the strongest and most powerful demons of the underworld. I can feel it.”

You feel your throat tighten.

“You cannot feel such power yet. But as he grows throughout the months, so will his powers. They’ll be similar to my own.”

He?

“Yes. He. It’s a boy - I can feel him. He can also feel your disappointment, my beautiful human. You don’t want our child to feel hatred while he’s not yet been born.”

You shake your head. You didn’t want a child - not with a demon. You had your life planned the best you could. Find a man that you loved, get married - have children when the time was right.

This time was not right.

“It is right.” Jungkook lifts your shirt to reveal your stomach. You feel disgusted that it begins to move. You’ve never seen anything like it. Women in early pregnancy didn’t look like you now. It was as if the child inside of you was attempting to claw its way out.

“Our childs power has shown itself today. He had his first kill.” Jungkook appears proud, crimson eyes shining. “It was self-defense. You tried to get rid of him, Y/N. He knows you did.”

Your heart sinks. Your doctor having a form of a heart attack, bleeding out in front of you. That was you - the child you were pregnant with.

You blink rapidly to not cry, even if you desperately wanted to.

“Everything would be fine if you would stop fighting your destiny. You were destined to be mine - to submit to me. You are now having our child.”

Jungkook removes his hands from your stomach and lifts it in the air. From his reflection, you witness a small box appear in his hand.

“How do you feel, Y/N?” Jungkook asks, opening the box. “Do you feel nauseous? Headache? Hot?”

You shake your head, watching Jungkook remove a ring from the box. “I know,” he says. “you haven’t felt that way since you walked inside the room. It’s because our child feels welcomed with me around him. He isn’t on alert. He feels safe.”

Jungkook turns you around, holding up the ring. It’s large, a dark stone at the center surrounded by smaller diamonds. He grabs your hand in his own, sliding the ring onto your finger. “You humans enjoy jewelry as an act of commitment.” he states. “Now here it is. Consider us…married.” Jungkook shrugs his shoulders.

Jungkook offers a smile, unbeknownst to you, a cunning one. Humans were always easy to manipulate.

Your chest is ready to explode into small pieces. Your chest is tingling, you unwillingly inhale hoping that your lungs would be filled with air - the perfect amount of oxygen needed. Instead, it fills with water. Your head begins to feel numb and light, almost as if it’s going to crack open.

You feel dizzy, as if it dawned onto you just now that you were going to die here. Your arms flapped around for anything, but the weight of the water just brings you down deeper and deeper.

You managed to open your eyes, but the water isn’t clear. It’s hard to make out your surroundings and you cannot fathom what you’ve done to get here.

You clenched your eyes shut in hopes the ringing in your head would go away, but it didn’t. Instead, it got louder and louder.

There’s no air left in your lungs, nothing keeping you alive.

Your flaring hands cup your stomach - the bump that grew larger throughout the months. Your baby. Your heart sinks at the thought that not only you would be dying right now, but so would your son - even if a part of him was Jungkook, a demon, he was still a part of you.

Your chest burned while the rest of your body ached. You could no longer fight your kicking legs. You feel yourself sink deeper and deeper into the abyss, your surroundings only growing darker and darker.

Your mind, what little left you had of it, screamed for Jungkook to save you - that he was truly your only hope left. Not just for you, but for the child you both shared.

Your screams echo and bounce off of your ears. Your body begins to frail once more, feeling yourself being restrained. Your eyes finally focus and you realize that you are not deep in the abyss anymore.

Cries are heard throughout the room and finally, you stop fighting against the hands restraining you.

“I-Is that…”

You aren’t in a room. You aren’t sure where in the world you are. The walls are stone and high. There’s candles that are lined around your cot and on the walls. Surrounding you are several men, all unfamiliar except one. Jungkook. He’s holding something in his arms, wrapped in a clothed blanket.

“Our son.” Jungkook rocks the wailing baby until he’s quiet.

“Can I…hold him?”

The six men surrounding you all watch as Jungkook places the baby into your arms. Your eyes are fixed on him. He doesn’t appear to be that of a newborn - yet, he was half demon, so you wouldn’t hold anything against him. He’s still so small in your arms and against your chest and warm to the touch. There’s a mop of dark hard atop of his head.

Your son's eyes are open - and they are the same as Jungkook’s. Crimson, shining right up at you.

Your finger touches his skin, feeling your heart feel warm at just the sight of him.

Jungkook hums, feeling himself smile. He had you now - fully. Now more than ever would have if it was not for the child he’d given you; you had called for him while in the abyss to save the both of you. Even if there was never any direct harm to you physically, mentally you were calling for him. Him to protect you and his son.

“It’s time.” one of the men said. Jungkook takes the baby back into his arms, shushing when the small infant begins to sob at your lack of contact.

“W-What’s happening?” you want to hold your baby close to you once more, inhale the soft baby scent that even a half demon like he had.

The six men surrounding you began to chant. You’re unsure what’s happening, but your heart sinks. There’s an uneasy feeling in your core.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, reaching out for him.

“It’s alright, my beautiful human.” Jungkook takes a step back with the baby, rocking him gently. “The bond has been completed. Now we can be together for eternity. In Hell.”

The room begins to shake, as if an earthquake was beginning to happen. The candles on the stone walls all fall, falling onto the ground and erupting around you.

“Jungkook!” you shout, your nails clenching the thin sheet surrounding you. What in the world is going on right now?

“The pain will not last long, my beautiful wife…” Jungkook trails off. His son begins to cry, feeling the distress coming from his mother - noted seeing as he was just as connected to you as he was to Jungkook. “...once it’s over, you can reunite with us in the Underworld. We will be waiting for you.”

The chants only get louder and the room hotter. When you managed to take your eyes away from Jungkook, you looked towards the shaking ground. It erupts, pits of flames crashing through the ground. You scream, unsure of what was going on.

Jungkook’s words ring in your mind - you would be reunited with them in the Underworld.

Your blood runs cold, feeling your arms being pulled upon from an unknown force deep within the pits.

Your eyes lock with Jungkook for a last time, crimson eyes staring right into your own. You’re unsure how to read him - he was a demon and could demons ever truly be trusted? They were cunning and selfish; only truly anything for personal gain.

‘I’ll be right down there when you arrive, Y/N. We both will.’

You’re shocked for a moment, hearing Jungkook’s voice directly into your thoughts. Now your body is being dragged down into the Earth, swallowing you fully and yet, all you could hear are Jungkook’s words in your head.

‘You have my word, my beautiful wife.’

PART 2 | Divine Intervention (Taehyung Version)

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bratkook · 1 year

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tear you apart: out of control (m) kth.

part one. part two. pairing. incubus!tae x reader genre. smut, pwp word count. 11.4k summary. taehyung finds comfort in knowing only you could see him, but after getting a taste of the real world is it too risky to try to stay a little longer? warnings. rituals are performed, v brief blood drinking, (jungkook is still a buzzfeed unsolved nerd), cunnilingus, light pussy slapping, spanking, some spit bc why not, use of vibrator, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, creampie note. hahah this is soooo funny, can’t believe it’s still 2021 and i’m posting this exactly when i said i would happy halloween *wink wink* for real though i hope you guys enjoy getting another glimpse of our demon boy bc i missed him dearly<3 once again, feedback/messages make my whole day so lmk what u think hehe byeeee (also the song out of control by she wants revenge inspired this part)

“So, where did you say you worked again?” Yoongi questions, eyes narrowed as he analyzes Taehyung. Your group was gathered at your apartment tonight, everyone sporting their Halloween costumes for the festivities later on, choosing to pregame to get a good buzz going before the party.

Taehyung looks nervous under your friend's intense gaze, something you spot easily as you exit your bedroom, hoping the smell of smoke and herbs from earlier didn’t waft into the living room behind you. The last thing you needed to do was create more lies and excuses to explain why your bedroom looked like a ritual scene straight out of a horror movie. What your friends didn’t know wouldn’t kill them, and considering Yoongi can see Taehyung enough to be interrogating him meant you had completed it correctly.

“Are you harassing my man?” you speak up, smiling when Taehyung looks relieved at your presence. His red eyes linger on you as you walk up, following the points of the bunny headband, to the white latex bodysuit hugging your curves deliciously, all the way down to your cute strappy heels. He smiles back as he makes eye contact once more, looking down at you while your hands fidget with the cute devil horns he has on his head, smoothing down the lapels of his suit before you’re slipping an arm around his waist, settling into his side and staring your friend down.

“Of course not,” Yoongi chuckles, taking a sip of his drink before pointing at his own neck and chest. “Just curious what place would hire someone with that much visible ink.”

Taehyung’s markings were clearly visible with his costume, the black swirls and thorns crawling up his long neck and down his chest. Thanks to your persuasion he had opted out of a shirt, leaving his chest bare underneath the jacket and revealing more of what Yoongi thinks are tattoos. His markings have grown in size since you’ve met him, what used to end by his ribs now crawling down his hips and across his stomach, only growing with each lust filled interaction you had.

“Why? Are you planning on getting a neck tattoo and need a new job?” Lisa joins in with a snort, laughing louder as Yoongi shoves her shoulder, her cat ears sliding off her head from the force.

“Shut up. I’m nosey, let me be.”

Taehyung swallows thickly as he tries to remember the backstory the two of you had come up with, scarlett eyes staring down at the floor before he’s clearing his throat. “I work at a bookstore.” He sounds unsure, the words rolling off his tongue so awkwardly it doesn’t sound believable.

“A bookstore? Hm,” Yoongi hums in thought, and you’ve never hated your friend's ability to hold a poker face more than you do now.

“He works at that place I get all my weird books from,” Jungkook speaks up from his spot on the couch, pushing off the giant black hood of his grim reaper cloak as he stands up with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. You frown as you spot it, not exactly sure when the hell he had decided to raid your cabinet and make himself a snack when you had plenty of options already out. He sees your eyes on him and shushes you with a smile before you can question him. “You know, the one you call freak central?”

Yoongi laughs at that, knowing exactly which bookstore Jungkook was talking about. It was a tiny hole in the wall shop that looked abandoned. If you weren’t explicitly looking for it you’d never find it, the only people inside were ones who were just as obsessed with the occult as Jungkook is so Yoongi either never went with him, or sat in the cafe a few stores down while Jungkook browsed it.

“I call it freak central because of you, it has nothing to do with its workers.”

Taehyung chuckles now, finding clear amusement that a small lie from him was now causing this playful argument. You can feel him laughing slightly, squeezing his side and staring up at him with a smile when he looks down in question, reading your thoughts as clear as day. The silent question of ‘Are you okay?’ plays in his mind, your eyes swimming with curiosity before he’s nodding in response.

He was more than okay, he had wanted this for a few weeks now, had voiced the thought to you after successfully fucking your brains out like he always did. At first you thought he was joking, fueled by lust and excitement, not thinking straight after having an orgasm, but he continued to ask. It was sweet to hear him ask you about your friends, wanting to know more, needing to weave himself tighter into your life because he was just as attached to you now.

Taehyung was comfortable being alone in your apartment, no longer needing to latch on to you with the intention of corrupting your mind because you did such a good job doing that on your own, but his curiosity was always growing. Pretty soon he was wondering if your friends would like him, enjoy his company like you seemed to, if they would tell him the jokes that you would relay to him and laugh at. Sure he had met Jungkook already, found it endearing how he would ask questions about anything he could think of despite not being able to actually see Taehyung, only able to speak to him through flickers of light or any other cues the younger boys asked of him, but he wanted to actually meet everyone.

Of course the second you caved and asked Jungkook for some assistance there was no way he would say no. He had come over bright and early today to help you set everything up, doing infinitely more research than he had the last time and providing two rituals you could do to allow Taehyung to be seen by those not bound to him. One was only meant to materialize him to others for 12 hours while the other was meant to last until you ever decided to break the bond you have together. That decision rested solely on Taehyung, knowing that although he wanted to experience being seen he still preferred the comfort that came with knowing only you could truly see him.

“I have five hours left,” Taehyung softly whispers, spotting the ticking clock above your stove. It was more than enough time for you all to go out and have a good time, his day already being more than he could have imagined thanks to Jungkook suggesting you perform the ritual earlier in the day just in case anything went wrong with it. Because of that, Taehyung had been able to freely roam around with Jungkook as they hunted down a last minute costume for him.

It was the first time in almost a year that you were completely alone in your apartment, no demon lingering by your side with wandering hands, no teasing words passed through your mind, and it felt weird. It was odd to miss someone you had grown so used to always having around, getting a glimpse back into the life you had before that night at the abandoned complex. It felt like the first taste of what a normal relationship would be like and you’re not sure what you prefer.

“We’ll make the most of it.” Your head tilts up, lips puckered out for him to kiss and he wastes no time doing so, closing the distance between you. He hums against you, large hands slipping around your waist and gripping you through the latex material, only pulling away when you giggle. As filthy as you were with him, you weren’t keen on forcing your friends to see your public displays of affection.

“So, how did you two meet then?” Yoongi’s voice fills the air once more, his early conversation with Jungkook pushed aside, completely ignoring the way Jungkook tosses popcorn at his head.

“Yoongi, I told you this already,” you sigh, stepping away from Taehyung to grab yourself a drink as well. A slight buzz was all you wanted before you could allow everyone to head out, not wanting to get too drunk because you knew Taehyung couldn’t fully partake in the activities. The one downside to being a demon was the inability to get drunk, and the last thing you needed was to have him babysit you the entire night.

“Did you?” Yoongi laughs, eyes twinkling with mischief, letting you know he was just trying to get under your skin for his own entertainment.

“We met at the bookstore,” Taehyung finds his voice again, standing more confidently as he takes a sip of his drink. The tang of alcohol hits his tongue, leaving an odd and unfamiliar taste in the back of his throat as he swallows but he welcomes the slight burn with a smile. “She came in with Jungkook to pick up some demonology book he ordered and I managed to get her number.”

You smile behind the lip of your cup, pride bubbling up inside you as he recalls the story you and Jungkook had helped come up with. You needed something believable enough, a run in somewhere neither of your friends ever frequent; and because Jungkook wanted to be involved so badly, using the excuse that he was technically the reason you and Taehyung were together now, he made himself the reason behind your meeting in this version of the story as well.

“Jungkook, what the hell,” Lisa whines, approaching him and Taehyung with narrowed eyes. “If I knew you were playing matchmaker I would have asked you to help me too!”

As Lisa continues to berate Jungkook, the two of them going back and forth playfully and dragging Taehyung into it, you nudge Yoongi’s side. He grunts as your elbow digs into his ribs, looking at you with a displeased glare until he breaks into a smile.

“Why are you interrogating him? Be nice you asshole.”

“Fuck, am I being too mean?” he laughs, adjusting the Freddy Kruger hat he has on before finishing his drink. “Sorry, he’s just not the typical guy you go for so I’m making sure there’s no red flags.” The last guy you dated had been Jung Hoseok, a man with so much energy and positivity around him, a total contrast to Taehyung—not including the demon aspect of course. So yes, Taehyung was definitely not your type on paper, his overall appearance and demeanor taking your friends aback when they first saw him, but you know he’s just shy and nervous. They just need to give him a proper chance.

“There’s no red flags, okay? I’ve known him for almost a year now. I waited this long to introduce him to you guys because I wanted to make sure there weren't any red flags.”

Yoongi just hums at that, not fully convinced by all of it but he lets it go for now. He just found him odd, how you never mentioned being with anyone until recently, never posted any pictures with him on your socials despite your tendency to document everything with your phone. There was something off about Taehyung, but all he can really chalk it up to is that he’s weird. He works at an odd bookstore that sells shit Jungkook enjoys, so maybe he was just a shy occult loving nerd like his friend.

“Stop psychoanalyzing him, I can see you doing it right now.” Your voice snaps him out of his train of thought, a guilty smile on his face as he lifts his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright. Sorry. I’ll ease off.” You know he probably won’t, but he backs off for the time being, choosing to go make another drink instead. His departure lets your ears tune back into Jungkook and Lisa’s conversation, hearing their banter blend in with Taehyung’s laughter. It brings a smile to your face as you approach him once more, slipping your hands around his waist until you’re holding him close.

“How’s the drink?” you wonder, taking note of the nearly empty cup. Jungkook had done the honors of making it for him, giving him a heavy dose of tequila so the demon could get a real taste of the alcohol despite not being able to get drunk. It was clear that your friend was determined to have Taehyung experience his day to the fullest.

“It’s weird. Kinda sweet but there's this aftertaste that punches me in the throat.” His face screws up as he takes another sip, smacking his lips together before shrugging. “It beats coffee though.”

Your jaw drops at the disrespect, leaning away from him a bit. “Look, people drink tequila to get drunk, not for the taste—“

“And yet, somehow it tastes better than that silly bean juice.” His teasing smile lets you know he’s just trying to get a reaction from you, his arm scooping around your back to press you closer when you try to squirm away.

“Screw you.”

“Hm, maybe later.” The drop in his voice sends a tingle up your spine, staring up at him and seeing the playfulness swirling in his eyes.

“That reminds me, don’t let me get too drunk tonight.”

Taehyung chuckles, brows pinching together in thought. “Why?”

“Because,” you sigh, quickly leaning up to kiss his lips. “You look hot, and I’d like you to fuck my brain—“

“Jesus Christ!” Jungkook shouts, disgust written all over his face when you both turn to stare at him, meeting his judging eyes. “I know him dressed as the devil has your monster fucking tendencies on high alert, but tone it down a notch yeah?”

“Oh shut up, you wish you could fuck a demon. Someone sounds jealous.” Lisa breaks out into a cackle as Jungkook’s face heats up, unable to deny it because it was true and he knew it. Jungkook could tease you day and night about it but you know deep down, he’s a monster fucker at heart too. Any comeback he has dies in his throat, only able to scoff and mock your words before grumbling for you to fuck off.

Taehyung has been a demon for a very long time, so long that it’s all he knows, but throughout his years of being bound with humans who summoned him, he’d never experienced life outside their dreams. The past year with you had opened a new door for him, making a place for himself in your home, becoming comfortable with his position in your life, and now getting to experience real life outside your apartment. For a brief moment, he forgets this is temporary, choosing to bask in the new atmosphere you have brought him into.

His red eyes glow in the strobing light, cheeks pushing out into an endearing smile as he holds your hand while you dance around. The last thing he ever saw coming was him preferring the way you laugh as you said his name in a state of bliss over the pretty moans that spilled out of you every night. There was just something different about it, something that made him want to laugh along with you, chest feeling light as he finally gives in, the rumble of his laughter vibrating in his chest as he pulls you close.

“I love this song,” you speak into his chest, one hand still laced with his as the other holds a red solo cup, full of alcohol that sloshes around as you sway your hips in time with the beat. Taehyung chuckles as you kiss his chest, lips pressed directly onto his skin, tracing along the markings on his chest for a brief moment before you’re peering up at him.

“You've said that about the last three songs.” That was true, but really it’s not your fault that whoever made the playlist for the party did such a great job. Plus, in your mind, showing Taehyung a real night out includes dancing the night away until you literally can’t anymore.

“Yeah, well keep up,” you laugh, stepping back with your hands still connected, teasing smile on your lips that he matches.

Taehyung has been doing a good job keeping up so far, his initial amazement at being out fueling his excitement entirely. He felt like he was on cloud nine, and you could see it clearly in his face from the minute he met your friends. Over the time spent together you’ve gotten to see more of his personality peek out as he lowered his guard, but you’ve never seen him like this. The smile had yet to leave his face, keeping it on as you introduced him around the party, as he spoke to other friends the best he could, one hand wrapped around your waist to keep you close for security. And even now, as you force him to dance with you at this party, he looks like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Are you having fun?” you ask, voice so quiet it’s a miracle he hears you through the bass. Your eyes are focused on him, seeing the way he lifts his brow at your question, pretending to think it over before he’s nodding in confirmation.

“Of course I am.” His hand releases yours, large palm coming to press along your lower back, bringing you close to him again. He has that smirk you’ve grown to love on his lips, red eyes sparkling with mischief as he looks down at you, face so close to his he can’t help but close the distance. Your hand cups his cheek instantly as his lips press to yours, smiling too wide to do more than peck each other's lips, only pulling away when a flash of light grabs your attention.

As you blink your eyes open, you spot the culprit behind it, your friend Sooyoung holding up a polaroid camera with a giddy expression as she plucks the photo out of it. Taehyung eyes the device with a curious face, never seeing it before and you already know he’ll be sure to ask you a million questions about it later. But for now he just watches in amazement as your friend passes the white square over to you, a picture of the two of you kissing materializing into it.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You and your boyfriend are so cute!” she squeals, scurrying off as she snaps photos of more people.

Your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip as you stare at the picture, colors growing more vibrant as it develops, smile growing on your face when the image gets more clear. You look like every other happy couple, lost in the moment of kissing each other at a party like it was normal. It makes your heart clench in your chest when you realize that this is the only photo you’ll have of you and Taehyung, no other tangible memories for you to hold on to and show off once the ritual wears off.

“Here, I’ll keep it safe,” he mumbles, gently grabbing the photo with a small smile and tucking it into the inner pocket of his suit, patting the fabric for good measure. He taps your chin to get you to look up at him, seeing the slight change of emotion on your face that you desperately try to force away, forgetting that he could hear your thoughts perfectly. He doesn’t want you to focus on that, not wanting to feel like there was a countdown over his head, so he holds you close and hopes continuing to dance with you is distraction enough.

It seems to work well, pretty soon the smile is back on your face as he twirls you around, completely unfamiliar with the majority of songs but he catches onto the rhythm quickly. You don’t even realize how much time passes, suddenly being joined by your friends, Lisa passing you another cup with a freshly mixed drink filling it up.

“Who made this?” you wonder, eyes narrowing at your friends as you try to determine whether you were safe or not.

“Me,” Jungkook laughs out, holding up his own cup in the air. “Drink up, bitch.”

You can smell the alcohol as you bring the cup close to your nose, already knowing this would be your final drink of the night.

“Why didn’t you make Tae one?” Yoongi questions from the side, taking a small sip of his drink with his eyes glued to your demon boy.

The hand Taehyung has on your hip tightens slightly at the attention, not entirely sure what to say as he stares back at your friend, nervous eyes bouncing towards Jungkook to be his saving grace. In theory, Jungkook totally could have made Taehyung a drink, but it just seemed like such a waste of good liquor if he couldn’t even feel the effects. So instead of saving his ass, he simply hides behind his cloak and pretends he didn’t hear Yoongi’s question.

“Because he’s on babysitting duty for me and needs to make sure I don’t get too hammered.” Your words are accompanied by a glare, hoping Yoongi can read your expression clearly. And judging by the dumb smile on his lips you know he’s just doing this to be a pain in your ass.

Taehyung feels singled out though, so as you take a sip of the drink, he plucks the cup out of your hand and takes a massive gulp. You barely realize what he’s done, only seeing Yoongi’s eyes go wide before Taehyung is coughing as the strong burn of liquor hits the back of his throat. Jungkook had a heavy hand, choosing to mix this drink with vodka, and Taehyung had yet to taste that but he has now decided he was not a fan.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, pounding at his chest with a grimace on his face. You whirl around instantly, looking up at him with an equally amused and concerned expression on your face. Your laugh meets his ears as you touch his shoulders, Jungkook’s laughter joining in.

“Why did you do that?”

“Yeah man. My drinks are lethal, you gotta sip them!” Jungkook cackles, grunting when Lisa smacks his arm, biting back her own smile.

“That’s why I did it,” Taehyung rasps out, sharp points of his teeth peeking out as he smiles, the burn of alcohol subsiding. “If she drank the whole thing I’d have to haul her out of here.”

It’s a full on lie, and you know this, but it gets Yoongi off his case and makes Jungkook laugh so Taehyung takes pride in it. He passes the cup back to you, placing a gentle kiss to the side of your head as he does so. The soft touches he’s been giving you all night makes your stomach flip, pressing a kiss to his chest before you’re turning back around to face your friends. The slight buzz you felt earlier is still weighing you down, mentally deciding that drinking Jungkook’s concoction would be a mistake.

“I’m gonna go grab some water because you clearly poured this out as some form of revenge.” Your finger points at Jungkook, coming to prod at his chest while he laughs, drinking his own poison like it was no big deal.

“Fucking lightweight!” he shouts as you walk away from him, pulling Taehyung behind you as he smiles at your friend. You can hear Tae laughing as you throw up your middle finger into the air, easily weaving through the people lingering in the living room, on a straight path to the kitchen.

As you step through the dimly lit room, Taehyung’s eyes naturally find the glow of the clock over the stove, the red numbers letting him know it was two in the morning. “I only have an hour and a half,” he whispers into your ear as you reach for a water tucked underneath the makeshift bar. His words make you peer up too, staring at the ticking clock and humming when you see he’s right.

“Okay, do you want to head home then? We can leave.” He looks like he’s distraught at your question, eyes looking at the clock before staring back at the direction of your friends. Taehyung wishes he could stay here all night, not wanting to take you away from a party where you were clearly enjoying yourself, but he knows if he waited too long and just poofed out of existence for the others it would raise too many questions.

“Yeah, but we can’t just leave,” he mutters, messing with the lapels of his suit as he stands beside you.

“Sure we can, I’m a pro at Irish goodbyes.”

Taehyung doesn’t even know what that means, but that's besides the point. The only thing on his mind was the conversation he had with Jungkook earlier, being given pointers on how to make a good first impression with everyone since Tae was worried about it, and leaving without saying goodbye was a sure way to have your friends talking shit about him.

“That won’t make a good first impression. Yoongi already has it out for me, I don’t need him to say I’m a walking red flag because I did an Irish goodbye?”

Your hand presses to your chest as you coo at him, setting the water aside so you can cup his cheeks like an endeared mother. “You want to make a good first impression?”

Taehyung shuts his eyes as he groans under his breath, the slight tinge of embarrassment making his cheeks warm up. Of course he wanted to make a good first impression, he didn’t want to be hiding in the shadows of your place while your friends came over and hear them talk about how rude he was for disappearing. That sounded like absolute torture.

“Yes,” he mumbles out, thankful when you don’t press it further. You simply grab your water and lead the two of you back out, spotting your friends in the same place you left them at.

“Alright, we’re heading out,” you announce, already pulling Lisa in for a hug before they can understand what you said.

“What, it’s still early,” she whines in your ear, a pout on her lips as you move on to hug Yoongi goodbye.

“It’s not that early. Plus, Tae has to work early tomorrow so we can’t be out until the sun comes up.” You fight back a smile when you see Yoongi pulling Taehyung in for a bro hug, his face looking a lot more at ease than before.

“Boo,” Jungkook starts, dumb smile on his lips that gets bigger when you nudge his side. “It just gives us an excuse to go out again soon.”

Taehyung nods along before he really understands what Jungkook said but he notices how you tense up instantly, allowing him to say his goodbyes before you’re both heading out of the packed house. It all happens so quickly, the loud music of the house replaced by the low hum of the music the uber plays on the drive. It’s the perfect setting for his thoughts to whirl, so many things about tonight are making his brain hurt, wanting to ask you a million questions about everything that he was too scared to ask in front of everyone because he knew it would raise suspicion. He knows the majority of his questions are simple, things you can easily explain, but there’s a few lingering at the front of his mind.

When you finally re enter your apartment, he takes a moment to breathe, the familiar quiet of your place being a warm welcome after the booming music and odd car ride.

“It was a good night right?” you sigh, a gentle smile on your lips as you kick off your heels, wandering around the kitchen for something to munch on.

“Yeah, it was.” Taehyung smiles as he recalls the night, getting to experience an actual outing that he had heard you speak of before. It makes him feel like he’s more than just an incubus who latched on to you. Your red string of fate has woven so tightly together and he’s realized he’s never felt this secure with a human before. There used to be fear inside him when it came to you, doubt that you’d keep him around like you’d say you would, believing it was just something you said in the throes of pleasure, but you had given him a way into your life for real and it left him feeling secure, able to drop his guard around you.

“Everyone kept calling me your boyfriend tonight. What is that?”

“Oh, a boyfriend is just something you call a romantic partner. It’s how people say you’re together.”

“We’re romantic?” he wonders, a cute frown on his plump lips as he stares at the floor, leaning against the cabinets while you drink some water. Taehyung had never thought of the two of you as romantic, not in the conventional way at least. He had learned about romance, in the forms of movies and television shows he’d watch with you, and the two of you had yet to do any of that. He wasn’t able to give you romantic dinners or extravagant dates like the films depicted, the only romance was shared between your four walls but it was so heavily tied into the sexual moments it was hard to distinguish the two.

“Not really, but I didn’t want to introduce you as the demon I’m sleeping with. I’m not sure how well that would go with my friends. Yoongi would probably have me admitted to the psych ward.”

“What if I want to be?”

“What?”

“Romantic. What if I want us to be romantic, to be your boyfriend.” The words make your stomach flip, hearing them from him instead of your own mouth, but you know in theory you can’t, not the way you want to be. He hears your thoughts, the way your mood seems to change once more, just the way it had in the party when you looked at the photo Sooyoung had taken of you.

“We can’t, Tae. Not like that. ”

“Why not?”

“Because, once this wears off—“ you motion with your hands to all of him, pointing to the clock “—the only one who will be able to see you is me. We won’t be able to go on dates in public, or hang out with my friends together.” You’d have to do the ritual Jungkook gave you every time you’d want to go out with him, something he advised to do rarely and spaced out because it required a lot of energy on your part and the effects it would have on you was too unknown to risk it.

“What if I don’t want it to wear off.” Taehyung had found comfort in the fact that only your eyes can see him, but somewhere along the way this relationship had switched, began to flow naturally as you grew comfortable with each other, no longer feeling like it was just messy sex with the intention to feed Taehyung’s hunger. His feelings for you feel foreign and he knows you feel the same, despite it all you know it feels right. It’s just this one aspect keeping you from it, and if he can change it then why wouldn’t he.

“Taehyung, you don’t know what this could do to you.” Jungkook admittedly doesn’t have the best track record of rituals, it’s a shock today worked out as well as he had, and the unknown of this second ritual was too much for you to wrap your head around.

He can hear your thoughts running rampant, worries of what could happen to him if things went wrong, or what could possibly happen to you, wondering just how much this ritual could change Taehyung. Taehyung had some faith in himself, being a demon for as long as he has been, he’s not sure Jungkook could manage to find a ritual that could sink him if done improperly.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me,” he speaks lowly, stepping closer to you, fingers coming to trail gently along your side. “The worst that will happen is it doesn’t work.”

“Yeah, or somehow our bond gets broken and you’re gone completely.”

Taehyung chuckles at that, fingertips still tracing along your side, his touch making your body react even through the latex of your body suit. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, pretty human.”

The cute pet name he calls you makes you finally break a smile, a slow breath exhaled out as you stare at the floor in thought before nodding your head. “Okay, if this is what you want, let’s try it.”

This is what he wanted, and deep down it's what you want too, he can feel it. It’s easy for you to find your way back into your bedroom, the earlier materials littering the floor just the way you left them when you completed the first ritual. You wouldn’t be needing any of the herbs and personal items you had placed on each point of the symbol Jungkook had scrawled onto your floor in white chalk. The only thing you’d need was the thick white candle in the center and the small piece of chalk beside it.

Taehyung picks up the white candle while you grab the chalk along with the small scrap of paper Jungkook had left on your desk, stepping over to your bedroom door and taking a deep breath as you look the paper over. There are an array of symbols scribbled onto it, all with different purposes, some used in the earlier ritual while the others would be useful now. You don’t know what any of them stand for, no notes tacked onto the bottom in his messy writing, the only information he left was where to place each one.

With as much precision as you can muster, you start the first symbol on your bedroom door. Chalk crumbles off the tip from pressure as you follow the design, swirls and symmetrical points covering the front of your door, meant to protect your room from any other entity. When it’s complete you shut the door behind you and etch the second symbol on the floor at the foot of your bed. This symbol Taehyung is familiar with because its the symbol meant for his kind interlaced with the symbol meant for humanity.

“Okay, does that look good enough?” you whisper, setting the chalk aside and dusting your hands off.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, stepping closer with the candle still in his grasp. “Looks perfect.” He places a tender kiss to the side of your head before lifting up the candle, a flick of his fingers all that’s needed for the wick to catch fire.

Your eyes are focused on the dancing flame, shaking around with each breath you let out. The warming wax pools around the wick, light color marbling with black as Taehyung pricks his finger and lets a drop of his blood drip into it. With bated breath you lift your hand up to his mouth, allowing his sharp teeth to prick your own finger. The sharp pain is only temporary, fading just as quickly as it came, your red blood blending in with his and the wax as he sets it down onto the center of the symbol you had drawn.

“Now what?” you wonder, feeling the tingles of nerves creeping up your spine. You were scared of doing something wrong and having this all blow up in your face. Taehyung smiles softly at you, reaching forward to cup your face in his large palms. Your eyes are swimming with worry and he wants to make it go away, doesn’t want you to overthink any of this.

“Now, I do what I always do best.” His voice is low and confident, swirling around you and giving you a sense of comfort as he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. “I make my pretty human cum over”—he kisses you again—“and over”—another kiss, wet against your lips—“and over again until you have nothing left to give.”

Your eyes have fluttered shut, feeling his lips trace along your own with each word. “Does that sound like something you can handle?”

Taehyung can only smile when he notices the effect he has on you, how easy it is for you to melt into his touch, lips chasing his for more. When he pulls away your eyes open up, seeing the look on his face, brows raised in question as he waits for you to answer him.

“Yes,” you breathe out, hands reaching out to touch his waist. “I can handle it.” You were able to handle anything Taehyung gave you every night, but you can tell from the way he needs you to reassure him that this wouldn’t be a typical night.

He can feel the way your body trembles with nerves, fear of the unknown shown in the way your fingers clutch onto him as he slowly begins to lead you towards the bed. “I know you’re nervous,” he mumbles, eyes looking down at you with such tenderness it makes your heart skip. “Just let me take care of you.”

Taehyung can only smile softly when he hears your thoughts scrambling, desperately trying to calm yourself down with reassurances, knowing you’ll be safe with him regardless of what happens. As his hands glide across your body, smoothing over the latex covering you, he hears your mind quiet down, the anticipation overriding anything else when he takes a hold of the zipper at the back. Your eyes lock onto his as he gently tugs it down, the metal zip filling the air as the bodysuit sags on your frame.

“As much as I love this on you,” he rasps, tongue tracing the bottoms of his teeth as he smiles, “it needs to go.” You release your grip on his sides, allowing the thin straps to fall off your shoulders, letting him tug it off your body fully until it hits the floor in a pile. His fingers toy with the waistband of your underwear, letting it snap back onto your skin before it joins the pile on the floor.

“You next,” you whisper, voice trailing off as his hands glide up your body, roaming across your skin. A soft moan escapes you when he cups your breasts, the cold of his palm making your nipples harden, seeing the pleased smile on his face at your reaction.

“After I take care of you.” His voice has that low rasp in it that you love, red eyes swimming with lust as he gently taps the headband you have on. “Gotta make sure my pretty bunny is satisfied first.”

The white bunny ears join the pile on the floor quickly after, his hands pushing you back until you meet the plush fabric of your bed sheets. Taehyung easily scoops his arm under you, dragging you further onto the bed until you are in the perfect position, head softly resting on the pillows, comfortable enough to allow him to do as he pleases to you.

He takes a moment to look down at you, admiring the way you look against the sheets, eyes locked onto his, heart racing, thoughts passed on to him so clearly it makes his own heart race. Hearing you tell him you trust him, fingertips reaching up to gently trace the slowly swirling marks on his throat down to his chest, just further reassured him that he was making the right choice by doing this.

“You know what we need to do one day?” he mumbles, slowly dropping down until his lips are ghosting over your skin, trailing down your torso, feeling each breath he releases. When you hum in question, he smirks as he reaches your pelvis, red eyes peering up at you with mischief swirling in them. “I’ll need to have you sit on my face soon, just wanna feel you use me to get off.” He chuckles when you shiver at his words, your mind already going crazy as you picture it, letting him know you clearly like the idea.

“Not today though, you’re just gonna have to be patient with me today.” He clearly doesn’t mean it though, not intent on teasing you or making you beg for it tonight. You’re gasping instantly, hands scrambling down to grip his hair as he licks a broad stripe up your folds, wasting no time as he gets to work doing exactly what he loves to do.

Taehyung would honestly live between your thighs if he could, caged between them as you tugged at his strands, rolled your hips up into him searching for more and moaning when he gave you exactly what you wanted. The feeling he got when he hears the way your mind whirls around in a frenzy was electric, fueling him more than anything else could. It fills him with determination, fingertips digging into your skin to keep you in place as he decides to see how fast he could make you fall apart.

“Oh fuck, Tae,” you gasp out, head thrown back onto your pillows as you buck your hips up. Each flick of his tongue had your skin warming up, small flames dancing up your body and leaving you in that lust filled daze you had grown so accustomed to. You mewl underneath him as his fingers slowly slip into you, the wetness allowing them to glide right in, stretching you open perfectly. You can feel him smirking against you, leaning back a bit to spit right onto your folds and chuckling when you gasp.

His eyes glimmer in the dim light of your room, the mischievous glint in them easy to spot when you glance down at him, seeing how they trail down your body in amazement before locking onto the way his fingers are coated in your slick. “Always so messy,” he hisses, pulling his fingers out and bringing them up to his lips, slowly licking them with a groan of his own as his eyes fall shut. “Just the way I like it.”

The markings on his neck dance as he does so, flickering on his skin like they had a mind of their own, letting you know how much Taehyung truly enjoyed this. Your chest hiccups when he suddenly leans back down, lips wrapping around your swollen clit and sucking. Your body gives in to him easily, melting into the sheets as he ravishes you, fingers curving inside of you and reaching that tender spot that has his name spilling out of you in a choked gasp.

“K-keep going, almost—“ you can barely speak before another moan rolls out of you, hand sliding down the sheets in an attempt to reach for him. Taehyung hums against your pussy, free hand slowly gliding up until he’s locking your fingers together in a gentle act, thumb gliding along your palm as he brings you closer to the edge.

All of your thoughts are swirling around, desperate little pleas to cum, the euphoric feeling coursing through you being syphoned directly into him, making his cock throb against his pants. He knows you’re right on the brink, your hand clutching his tighter, moans getting breathier each time, thighs slowly tensing up as more wetness gushes out of you.

“Fuck fuck fuck—“ you chant, a lewd gasp cutting through the air as you finally cum, your mind blanking entirely as the feeling rocks through you. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it, the complete satisfaction blanketing over you, leaving you wondering if this was a dream or reality. It's the soft touches Taehyung gives you that bring you back, gentle kisses to your inner thighs, trailing up your stomach, between your breasts until he’s kissing your lips, allowing you to get a taste of yourself as he praises you under his breath.

“First one down. How are you feeling?” he whispers, nudging his nose against yours before kissing you once more. He smiles when he sees that familiar dazed look in your eyes, the slow blinks and shaky breaths paired with the way your hands glide up his body just to feel him.

“Feeling like you might lose me before we properly finish,” you mumble out, eyes falling shut for a brief moment.

“Not happening, baby.” Taehyung’s fingers slide down to your sides, digging into your ribs in a touch that makes you squeal and come back to life. He knew just how much he had to drain from you to get this to work, and one orgasm—no matter how delicious—just wouldn’t be enough.

“You good to keep going?” His voice is soft, red eyes searching yours, picking through your mind to sense any underlying hesitance. But he finds none. Instead you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips in a steamy kiss, tongues tangling together in a messy dance.

Your hands slide down his chest, fidgeting with the button of his jacket, keeping your lips attached as you tug it off of him, completely exposing his upper half. Taehyung groans into your mouth when your fingertips gently graze the markings on his skin, already sensitive from feeding off your first orgasm. He can only kiss you harder when you follow the flicking tendrils of black down his sides, making his stomach clench and his cock ache, panting when he pulls back for a breath.

“Take it off, wanna feel you,” you whine, hands already unbuttoning his pants. He doesn’t need you to ask twice, getting off the bed to yank off the rest of his clothing. Your eyes are glued to him, mouth salivating when he frees his cock. It didn’t matter how often you saw it, how often you choked on it or cried as he fucked you with it, seeing your demon boy’s dick would always make you react like this.

Taehyung can only smirk as your thoughts get impossibly filthier, mentally begging him to fuck you when his palm wraps around his length, giving himself a languid pump that has his eyes fluttering shut. Flashes of your thoughts play behind his lids, lewd fantasies and flashbacks of all the times he’s made you cream his cock.

“Always so eager for me,” he rasps out, jaw dropping open as he groans at his own ministrations. You don’t even deny it, smiling up at him while you spread your thighs further apart, willing him to slot between them again. And he does, allowing the weight of his cock to rest on your sodden folds, gliding against your bundle of nerves as he slowly thrusts forward.

It’s intoxicating, each stuttered gasp you release as the head of his cock nudges your clit, the sticky wetness coating his length, the slow simmer of pleasure he feels brewing inside of him.

“Turn around for me baby,” he breathes out, his large hand gently patting your thigh to bring you out of your trance. You stare at his cock for a moment longer, not able to look away until he’s pulling back to swat at your clit with his fingertips. It startles you more than anything, the small sting making your blood warm up as you giggle, looking up at his playful expression and finally doing what he asked.

“Like this?” you wonder, flipping onto your hands and knees, back arched just the way he likes it, head craned to the side to see the way he takes you in.

“Mm, just like that.” His red eyes darken as he appreciates the view, his hand lazily pumping his cock as he kneels on the bed and slowly inches closer to you. A small chuckle escapes him when you jump slightly as his free hand grabs a handful of your ass, kneading the flesh before landing a crisp smack to it, a soft moan reaching his ears.

“Taehyung,” you whine out, impatient and needy, wanting to feel him sink into you. It was a craving you’d always have, addicted to the feeling of it, and when he reads your thoughts he smiles to himself.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, angel, I promise.” He doesn’t give you a chance to beg, leading the head of his thick cock to your entrance, enjoying the way your thoughts completely silence at the feeling of it. Taehyung can only bite his lower lip, sharp teeth digging into the flesh as he marvels at the visual. His bulbous head slowly sinks into you, your tight ring of muscles allowing him in with a delicious stretch, the warmth of your walls making it so hard for him to not immediately pound into you.

“Oh fuck,” you mewl out, hands fisting the sheets as the familiar fullness greets you. Your head hangs forward as he sinks in inch by inch, the grip he has on your skin tightening when your walls flutter around him.

“You always feel so good,” he groans out, burying himself to the hilt and taking a moment to compose himself before he’s rearing back to start thrusting. He knows your body like the back of his hand, knowing exactly how hard you like it, how you still enjoy the small tingle of pain every now and then so he wastes no time. His thrusts jostle your body, have you bracing your hands in front of you to not face plant onto the bed, but the sweet moans you let out just reassure him that this is exactly what you want.

“You were fucking made for me,” he grunts, hips snapping forward fluidly, enjoying the loud smack of your skin connecting. The markings on his skin start to move again, ends flicking around as the pleasure seeps into him, fueling his thrusts to get what he truly needs out of you.

You can only whimper in response, back arching further until the new angle has the head of his cock hitting the best spot inside of you. Taehyung can hear your mind whirling again, going a thousand miles a minute as you struggle on what to focus on, and it makes him smirk. His hand slowly glides up your back, fingers tickling your skin until they’re slipping into your hair and yanking you up. A small gasp escapes you as you feel the slight burn from your scalp, your pussy clamping around him as he starts to yank you back.

“Tell me you were made for me,” he rasps, hips never losing their rhythm. The wet squelch of his cock fucking you makes your body buzz, more arousal escaping you and dripping down your thighs.

“I was m-made for you—fuck,” you moan out, barely able to keep your eyes open as your climax starts to creep up on you.

“That's right, the pretty little human was made just for me. You feel the way my cock fills you up just right?” He fucks you harder now, emphasizing the last of his words with precise thrusts that leave you mewling. “No one else could make you this messy baby. You’re mine,” he leans forward, lips ghosting the edge of your ears as he playfully nips it, “and I’m yours.”

His words make your heart flip, clenching in your chest and making you feel warm all over. Taehyung can hear the way you chant that he’s yours in your head, a mantra that slurs together as you get lost in the pleasure of it all. He knows your close already, can tell by the way your thighs widen for him, how your walls seem to suck him in each time he pulls out.

“C’mon baby, need you to cum again.” His hand still grips your hair, the other hand coming to land another crisp slap to your ass, groaning under his breath when you tighten around him.

“Ah, ngh—cumming, I’m cumming,” you nearly shout, the white pleasure flowing through you like lava. He releases your hair now, letting your head fall forward as you moan out, his hands gripping your hips to hold you up as he fucked you through it, teeth gritted as you gushed around his cock.

“Fuck, there we go angel. You’re doing such a good job for me.”

The exhaustion is already making itself known, eyes weighing heavy as the feeling blankets over you, leaves you mewling with each shallow rut of his hips. “Do we need more?” you whisper out, softly groaning when his messy length slips out of you, feeling the arousal coating your thighs.

“We do baby. Only if you can though.” His hands are gentle on you, allowing your body to flop onto the bed, softly flipping you back over until you were looking up at him once more. He could see the effect his feeding has on you, the small dazed look in your eye as you stare at him. It was close, he could feel it, could feel the true limits of his hunger being met.

“Yeah, I still can.” Taehyung knows he has to make this quick, not able to drag it on like he normally likes to because he needs you to stay with him until the end. If you let the exhaustion take you before it was fully completed the ritual would be null, and he’s not sure if you’d be able to try again.

With a small nod he’s leaning forward, pressing a wet kiss to your lips before he’s disappearing for a moment. You barely register that he’s not directly above you, trying to focus on what you can hear to keep yourself awake. A drawer slides open, rustling heard before its sliding closed and Taehyung is appearing above you once more.

“We’re almost there okay?” You nod at his words, giving him a smile, thinking the way your ceiling light glows around his head makes him look almost angelic, the irony not lost on you and he laughs when he hears it. Your hands come up to slide around his neck, gently playing with his long strands of hair. He shivers at your touch, smiling back down at you as he slots between your legs again, seeing the way your mouth drops open in a breathless gasp when he slides back into you.

Your chest arches up at him, breasts pressed against him as he rocks into you, a lot softer than before. His lips trail up your neck when you throw your head back, littering your skin with kisses and feeling the moans you let out when his cock curves just right inside of you.

That’s when you hear the small buzzing fill the air, brows pinching on your forehead as you think you’re imagining it. Until you feel the buzzing reach your skin, pressed against your thigh as Taehyung gives you a curious look, wanting to know if this was okay before proceeding, and when you nod, that's when he trails it up your body.

The reaction is immediate when the buzzing hits your clit, making your tummy clench as the vibrations rack through you, still sensitive from earlier.

“Oh my god,” you moan out, hands gliding across his back, fingers digging into his skin when he ups the intensity of it, continuing the slow rock of his hips. He looks almost mesmerized as he stares at you, pulling back slightly to better adjust the vibrator. He can feel the buzzing against his cock too, moaning at the sensation as he presses it harder against you, the markings on his skin dancing wildly.

“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Is my pretty human close?” he coos, clicking up the intensity once again and smirking when you writhe around at the strong sensation. “That was fast. You really can’t get enough of me huh? So fucking dirty.” He hisses under his breath, starting to fuck you harder, enjoying the way your eyes seem to sparkle as his thrusts speed up.

“I can’t help it,” you choke out, a small delirious laugh escaping you as your hips rut up, desperate to cum again. “You fuck me too good, always turn me into this needy mess, so you need to fix it.”

“Yeah? How can I fix it angel?” he wonders, leaning over you again with a tilt to his head and a smirk on his lips.

“Make me cum again, just like you promised.” His sharp teeth appear as he smiles, the reds of his eyes getting brighter.

Taehyung has every intention of fulfilling his promise, needing to drain every orgasm he could from you, so he doesn’t care when you shriek as the vibrator hits the highest setting, angled just right around your clit to have your nails leaving deep indents on his skin.

He can feel his own orgasm approaching him, forcing it away as he focuses on you, needing to take in the pout on your lips as you cry out in pleasure, the way your tits bounce with each rough thrust he gives you, how your leg hooks around his waist to urge him closer. He can feel how drenched you are with each thrust, the wet smack of his balls hitting you blending in with the loud vibrations.

Taehyung chuckles darkly when you frown, chest hiccuping as it starts to become overwhelming, a little scared of your third orgasm from how strong it feels. “W-wait,” you whimper, eyes falling shut.

“No no, you can take it. I wanna feel you cum again. Soak my cock baby,” he whispers, nose nudging against your jaw before he’s planting kisses along your skin. You seem to accept the feeling, nodding along as you breathing quickens, core tightening when your orgasm crests, washing over you much stronger than the rest. You can barely control your body now, whimpering as every nerve ending lights up, the buzzing from the vibrator felt on all your limbs.

Taehyung feels the wetness soaking him, looking down to where you meet and seeing the way you gush around his length. Your pussy squelches as he thrusts, gliding with ease, and he thinks he might actually be in heaven now.

You feel like absolute jelly beneath him, the small aftershocks leaving you whimpering as his pace never slows, the pleasure turning too sharp it has you weakly shaking your head, trying to ground yourself.

Taehyung curses under his breath, turning the vibrator off and tossing it aside without a care as he continues to fuck you. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, gently turning you to stare at him, needing to make sure you were still awake, fighting the sleep desperately calling your name.

When you blink at him and give him a weak smile he lets out a small breath, grabbing your hand and nipping your finger with his teeth before repeating the same to his own finger.

“C’mon baby, stay awake for me angel. Gotta finish this.” You nod your head as best as you can, letting your mouth drop open so you can wrap your lips around his finger and taste his blood while he does the same with your own. The second the bitter tang of his blood hits your tongue you moan weakly, continuing to drink the blood dripping from his cut as he fucks you even faster, desperate.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck. Gonna fill you up and then I’m yours forever.” He can still taste your blood on his tongue, sweet as it goes down his throat, making his earlier orgasm come barreling towards him. He welcomes it with open arms now, full of energy as he pistons into you as deep as he could, chanting your name as it took over him.

In a shock, a final orgasm creeps up on you before you can even expect it, a flash of pleasure coursing through you as you rasp out his name, fingers clawing at his back as he spills into you, warm cum filling you up before dripping out around his cock. Your eyes are barely open now, spots of black filling your vision as you try to fight the need for sleep but you hear Taehyung’s groans as he hunches over you, still buried inside you with his eyes shut.

He looks like he’s in pain, mouth dropping open as he tries to ground himself from what he's feeling. It's a white flash of pain, every inch of his body feeling like it was being stretched apart and morphed before coming back together. Taehyung had never felt this before, his chest feeling like he’s on fire, slowly spreading throughout him until he struggles to catch his breath.

Every moment flashes behind his lids, small glimpses of his life before he became this, quick bursts of humans he was bounded to prior, and every moment he had experienced with you so far. It makes his head hurt, pounding felt against his skull.

For a second, he wonders if maybe this was a mistake, maybe what he just did really is what would ward him off forever, and he starts to panic, his hands gripping your bed sheets tightly, needing to feel the familiar fabric between his fingers. You feel him tensing, your hand coming up to weakly touch his skin, reminding him he was still here with you.

It luckily only lasts for a brief moment, the sharp pain fading away, bringing a peacefulness to his thoughts that he had never experienced. As he pants above you, eyes fluttering open to stare down at you with a look of disbelief as he finally pulls out of you. His cum gushes out of you, thick white globs dripping down onto your filthy bed sheets, and he fights the urge he has to shove it back into you, knowing you were too far gone for that.

He spots your drowsy eyes and gently pats your cheeks to try to keep you with him, softly kissing you as he mutters your name. “How are you feeling? You okay?”

“Did it work?” you ask in a slur, barely there, mind already drifting. Taehyung knew you’d always be able to see him regardless, and he tries not to let the overconfidence take over his sensibility, but something in him felt different. With a gentle smile, he’s nodding in confirmation, giving you another kiss before you’re allowing yourself to succumb to sleep.

The sun is what wakes you the next morning, a beam of light hitting you directly in the face, making you groan as you stir. With a small sigh you’re flipping over on your pillow, instantly feeling how sore your body is and letting out a louder groan.

“Good morning,” Taehyung whispers, already awake, sitting up against the headboard and staring down at you with an endeared smile on his lips. He was still naked, the sheets bunched up around his hips, dark marks still on his chest, no longer flickering like last night. As you trail your gaze up his body until you meet his stare, you gasp when you realize the familiar red you were used to was gone.

The soreness is forgotten as you sit up, crawling towards him and cupping his face with your hands. “Your eyes,” you whisper, turning his face in your hands, seeing the way he smiles and widens them for you. “So it worked right?”

“It had to.” He had analyzed his reflection for nearly half an hour this morning, really taking his appearance in for the first time in forever. He was grateful that not too much seemed to have changed physically for him, thankful his markings had at least remained. He knows how much you love them, but he loved them just as much. They were your way of reading him, knowing what it meant each time they would flicker or darken, like your own way of communicating with him mentally. Just like he was able to read your mind, you were able to read his markings.

Just before you speak another noise interrupts you, the familiar facetime ring pulling your attention away from him. And when you lean over to grab your phone you see Jungkook’s calling you.

“Well, there’s one way to find out for sure,” you laugh, tossing him the phone. Taehyung studies the device, cautiously sliding his thumb along the button to accept the call, holding it away from him to show his face and part of his chest. He smiles when Jungkook’s face fills up the screen, looking a little hungover with remnants of last night's makeup still on his face as he gives a greeting.

It takes him a minute for the gears to churn in his head, squinting at the screen as he looks at Taehyung. A part of him thinks he’s still dreaming, seeing the way Taehyung lifts his hand and waves at him. “Hello.”

That’s when he reacts, screaming out a curse before bringing the phone in closer. “Holy shit, you actually did it? It actually worked?”

That makes your brow raise, popping your head in to glare at your friend through the screen. “Jungkook, I swear to god, if you tell me this was another bullshit ritual you found on google that turns me into a demon instead of making Taehyung visible in the human realm I will fucking haunt you!”

He laughs. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” When your face twists up in anger he only laughs harder. “I can see both of you, so what does it matter? It obviously worked.” He waves you off and focuses back on Taehyung. “So you’re not going anywhere?”

“No, not unless Y/N wards my ass away—“

“Which I have no intention of doing, thank you very much,” you cut in.

“Wait, so are you still a demon?” Jungkook's eyes are wide as he analyzes your boyfriend, gasping when Taehyung allows his natural form to come back, the flash of red in his eyes pulling Jungkook in.

“Yes.”

“Sick.” That’s when Jungkook begins firing off questions about anything he could think of, taking full advantage of the fact that he could properly communicate with him, knowing he was speaking to him and not just a blank spot on the couch and waiting for a response via flickers of light.

They speak on the phone for a while as you cuddle by his side, not entirely ready to leave bed just yet. When he finally hangs up there's a sparkle in his eye, smiling down at you so adorably you can’t help but smile back. He looks softer now without the sharp points of his teeth popping out and you coo at him as you cup his cheeks and smush a kiss on his lips.

“Am I your real boyfriend now?” he mumbles between kisses, nudging your noses together.

“Mhm you are,” you giggle, kissing him again as you feel your heart fluttering, never in a million years expecting your life to go this way, to feel yourself be so attached to the demon boy like this. But it brings you comfort to know Taehyung felt the same way.

Although you’re not entirely sure what the future holds for you both, the normalcy that comes with a regular relationship is missing entirely, not exactly sure how to relate to other friend’s and their relationships. You’ve come to the sudden realization that you prefer this. You prefer the thrill of being with Taehyung, the rush that courses through you when his scarlett eyes meet yours, the way your heart melts when he tries his best to be helpful around the house, asking you innocent questions about everything.

Taehyung hums in content as you lazily kiss his cheek, trailing down his jaw and neck, flicking along his sensitive markings while he hisses in pleasure, hips rutting up into you while you make your way down to his cock. Very rarely did Taehyung allow you to suck his dick, preferring to be the one to make you fall apart with his mouth but he revels in the feeling now, your hot breath against his skin as you kiss his hardening length before licking up his shaft and he groans.

His large hand finds your hair and gives it a yank, smiling down at you sinfully as you pop his mushroom head into your warm mouth. “My pretty human,” he groans, dropping his head back so beautifully as he gently thrusts up into your mouth. “You’re never getting rid of me baby.”

You hum around his cock, letting drool drip down his length as you pump your hand around it and pop off with a sigh, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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