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Jungkook life always has consisted about staying away from what feels evil and wrong. He was exposed to the idea of staying pure and the idea of prayer. He was born and raised in a very strictly religious household who took things like sinning and prayer very seriously— the mere idea of missing a prayer or forgetting to mention their religious views disturbed them so much that Jungkook sometimes thought they would trade him for the church. And his father being the neighborhood's priest didn't help either— he was a man who proclaimed himself to be close to God.
Jungkook didn't know how true that was but his father always did boast about how much he prayed and did good for everyone around him when he got the chance to. Jungkook wasn't very exposed to the idea of real Evi but he thought he was– he was told about the sins, lying, greed, pride, lust, envy and just so much more. He always listened with interested ears and focused eyes and promised himself to not fall into the traps of the devil.
He promised himself to he a pure man and follow the right path— to sin was tempting. For every single person, it was tempting when it was offered to you. It scared him, to fall into a tempting trap and be a sinner. His father has always told him that sinning always drives you away from heaven. Jungkook didn't want that– the mere thought scared him so much that he prayed. He prayed till his knees ached.
Jungkook wasn't a sinner. He was a follower of heaven, not the burning fires of hell. He shivered when his knees touched the cold floor of the church– hands put together and his eyes closed as he mumbled each prayer with a determined heart. He didn't want to be a victim of sinning, he doesn't want want think of sinning. He found himself obsessed with staying pure— and one inhuman evil found that absolutely delightful.
He watched with mirth in his foul eyes and want in his diabolic heart. He watched from not far as the prettiest little thing pray with sweat rolling down his neck— he wanted to play with the poor soul. He wanted to make it black with temptation and watch the sweet thing bawl with what he's done. Jungkook kept shivering in the cold, empty room. It suddenly felt so frosty inside. He finished his prayer with no haste.
The immoral gaze was on him when the boy left the church– he could feel something watching him intensely and he looked around with a half to his hurried steps. Licking his drying lips, Jungkook's doe eyes glanced from place to place. No one. Not even a shadow of something– probably the shadow of his immense thoughts made him think like this.
Jungkook ran back to his room– sighing as he closed the door. Not feeling quiet cold anymore. He took his robes off, smiling when he changed into comfortable, soft clothing which were a bit too big on him but he liked it. Liked how small and cozy they felt against his pale skin– he didn't even turn his light off when his head hit his pillow. Relaxing into it before clutching a pillow himself and closing his eyes.
The eyes were back in him again– malicious intend hidden. The gaze was commanding and powerful when the figure— the very much towering figure approached the sleeping boy. The evil that radiated off of him made Jungkook frown in his sleep, feeling nauseous suddenly but the towering thing placed a gentle, honey skinned hand to his sweating forehead, not exactly calming the boy down but the frown disappeared soon enough.
The evil thought about it– he couldn't approach the boy like this. No. It would be too soon– too soon to reveal himself to Jungkook like this. He needed to be one of them. He needed to appear more human unlike now. He knew how he looked– wasn't hideous but the horns, pitch black eyes and sharp teeth gave it away. He needed to be acting like them to approach Jungkook.
And he will.
Jungkook had a nightmare that night. He doesn't remember it but the way he woke up with a cry and his whole body was dripping sweat. His shirt clung to his skin and his hair, mostly the front was sticking to his forehead. He felt so itchy and awful.
"Is the fan on?' Jungkook mumbles to himself with throwing the blankets off of him with am annoyed sound— looking towards the fan which was surprisingly on. Was it that hot outside then? He felt confused because when he opened the window; the temperature was average. It wasn't that hot that the fan couldn't calm his sleeping body down. But he shrugged it off and got ready for the day– his prayer comes first.
Humming to himself— Jungkook walks down the stairs. He had a home inside the church as his family was the owner of it. They had a fairly large share of homely manor, with three rooms and two bathrooms. Jungkook wouldn't complain about it. He found it alright. The stairs connected to a room which led to the inside of the church's praying region– where Jungkook would find himself eventually.
The moment he opened the door— his mother called for him. "Ah, Jungkook. Come here and meet this wonderful man." His mother smiled and gave a small laugh, her hand motioning towards a man standing in very expensive looking clothing.
He was dressed in a simple black shirt buttoned but the most top one was left open to reveal honey skin. He was wearing a very smoothed out brown overcoat and the same matching brown dress pants.
He looked very happy standing next to his mother. With a dashing smile, he turned towards Jungkook. Doe eyes meeting sharp, predatory ones. Jungkook swore he felt dizzy when they locked gazes– his mind feeling fuzzy suddenly but thankfully he made towards the mystery looking man before shaking his hand. He felt some way when he saw how the man's honey hand met his pale one and engulfed it.
"This is Kim Taehyung. Our newest church member who joined just today– he's decided to help in funding your father's work." His mother gushed him with an excited look. She felt happy, satisfied that someone of Kim Taehyung's class (rich and powerful) was helping his husband in keeping the church going. After all, he was doing God's work.
Jungkook smiled politely at Taehyung, the other man gave him a smile as well. But it didn't reach his eyes, did he find Jungkook impolite? "Nice to meet you." Jungkook shyly added to not make the man feel like he wasn't happy in hearing what he did. He didn't feel like Kim Taehyung thought he was grateful for what he was doing for his father. And Jungkook didn't want to steal his father upcoming fortune, so he gave Taehyung another smile.
"Likewise." Taehyung's answer was short and his gaze sadly left Jungkook and he began talking with his mother after letting go of Jungkook's soft hand. His voice was powerful. Deep and husky just like Jungkook imagined how it would be. It matched Taehyung's handsome face alot— his face was very stunning. Gorgeous features and all. He had very luscious and curly hair complimented with glowing honey skin and very intimadating eyes.
He saw Taehyung smirk in the middle of the conversation with his mother but thought of it as his mother had said something that was amusing. He carried on with his own daily activities, still wondering about Taehyung suddenly appearing. He never heard about Kim Taehyung. If his name was really that big like his mother said– he would've heard about him but nonetheless, he's happy for his parents finally getting a funding partner.
Taehyung was a strange man. He usually visited at noon– when it was almost dark. And weirdest of all, when Jungkook sat in chapel to pray and forget all evil from his mind, he would feel a pair of eyes on him from behind; watching him pray his sins away. He felt uneasy with the gaze on his back but he solely tried to focus on what he was doing– a small frown appearing on his face. This is the reason he was so against someone being in the room with him when he prays. He gets distracted so easily.
He opened his immediately when he felt someone sit beside him; kneel beside him on the cold pavement. He turned his head in a soft motion just to see Kim Taehyung there with his hands on his knees– he stared at the front of the chapel, eye glancing from place to place and his eyes. Jungkook felt puzzled– was he here to pray or just look? He must've sensed Jungkook's confusion s he gave small smile without turning his head.
He opened his mouth, "Why do you pray?" Taehyung questioned. His eyes not leaving the front. Jungkook knew the question was directed at him since there was no one else with them in the room.
"It's– It's important to pray." Jungkook answered shortly. His doe eyes glancing on each feature of Taehyung's face as the man chuckled– his smile widening. "I know it's important but– why do you pray?" Taehyung asked again. His amusement felt somewhat of mockery to Jungkook– Taehyung's intentions behind this question was something he couldn't really make out. Why was he asking this question suddenly? It's obvious why he prays.
"I don't understand, Mr. Kim. Praying is important– it's guides you." Jungkook shook his head very slightly when he answered; and when the other man hummed and his smile still lingered on his lips. He shifted slightly and tilted his head like he was trying to understand something during an exam. Taehyung sighed before speaking up, "I don't think you understand the question here– I asked why you pray. Not prayer does for you–" Taehyung turned towards him.
"I know temptation tests you everyday— and even if you don't answer the question. I know why you pray, Mr. Jeon. I know why each one of you pray." Taehyung spoke it as if it wasn't the most weirdest thing Jungkook had heard. It felt somewhat uncomfortable to hear Taehyung say that– Jungkook answered the question didn't he? Prayer is important, it guides you to heaven.
"But I answered the question already, Mr. Kim. Prayer guides you to heaven and protects you from the temptation of the devil. I don't know what's the answer you're looking for." Jungkook defended his answer. He's beginning to think that Taehyung doesn't pray often. Taehyung felt amused, oh so amused. This little soul was so oblivious, it was cute. It was so cute how he couldn't answer a simple question.
"Do you believe the devil offers you temptation, Jungkook?" Taehyung asked this time. He had a smile still present which made a shiver run down Jungkook's spine– there was something odd behind the smile. It wasn't genuine, not fake. But purely something that made you feel tempted.
"He does. And many can't resist the temptation." Jungkook said and he swallowed thickly.
"Are you one of those many?" Taehyung challenged. Jungkook felt his hands clenched, feeling sweat beginning to make them clammy amd sweaty. He turned his head way and his eyes suddenly felt so dry– he began to blink continuously. Is he? Is he tempted to to evil? He doesn't know that. Everyone can be tempted to do the worst of things but Jungkook only lied. He lied and that wasn't a big sin. He turned to Taehyung again, "Temptation is addicting. I pray to not fall into its trap." Taehyung's smile stretched so wide that Jungkook wonders if it hurts.
"There you go. Thats my answer." Taehyung said as he turned his head away before getting back on his feet. Jungkook let out a confused noise as Taehyung began straightening his pants out. "Oh and–" Taehyung bent down towards him before patting his back and his hand felt wrong on Jungkook's back– it felt like burning but cold at the same time.
"Call me Taehyung." Then he was gone. Turning on his heel softly before walking away from the chapel– leaving a thinking Jungkook behind.
Taehyung was a odd man. Why did he have this conversation with Jungkook out of nowhere? He didn't didn't touch anything holy or pray– he came to ask that only?
When Jungkook slept that night, he felt awfully cold. Yesterday it was hot and now it was so freezing inside his room that he wanted the biggest comforter he could find. He breathed out raggedly and opened his closet to pull out another shirt to wear for the night– feeling shivers run down his spine. Why was it so cold suddenly? It's not winter so why?
A pair of black eyes watched him from a darkened corner– it watched every move of the oblivious soul. Oh how he would love to tempt him. To push him to his levels and watch him look and what's done. This boy was a tempting to the devil. He was tempting him instead of otherwise. Taehyung felt somewhat mesmerized by it– he was finding himself falling in interest over each day that passes by in a flash.
It was slowly turning into an obsession. He couldn't resist it. He needed it.
-
"Jungkook, dear, please make some tea for Mr. Kim here." Jungkook's mother would say sweetly. Jungkook's gaze turned towards the man sitting on one of the chairs with the same smile on his face. He gave Jungkook a small wave before turning towards his parents again. "But mom, I still haven't prayed." Jungkook gave the excuse making the woman glare at him before gritting her teeth. She gave Taehyung a soft smile before getting up, saying a sweet "excuse me, gentlemen" on the way and grabbed Jungkook's arms roughly.
Jungkook swore he saw Taehyung's jaw clench when she did so and pulled him aside with a rough tug. He looked at his mother with confused eyes, "Ow, mom– are you trying to pull my arm out?" He asked with a grimace, his mother scoffed before grabbing his ear. Not too roughly but still gave it a rough pull making Jungkook wince and grab her wrists.
"You listen to me, young man– Kim Taehyung is very important man to your father right now. He's funding thousands to this church– don't talk back to me when I say something to you infront him. He'll think we're not grateful." His mother hissed at him but her voice was in a whisper. She let of his ear before crossing her arms over her chest, her long dress swishing when she sighed with a frown. "I know it's odd for you to see a non religious man hanging around the church so carelessly but try to understand that we need his money. Or all of this will go down." She convinced, her eyes softened.
Jungkook bit his lip before speaking up, "I don't have any problem with him– I just said I wanted to pray before making him something. It's not a big deal." Jungkook defied and his shoulders rose in a defensive stance making his mother click her tongue in annoyance.
"Forget about the prayer for once. This is about your father's whole life– stop being so selfish, Jungkook. If it weren't for me to sit with your father and support him, I would've made the tea. But I'm asking you right now so stop making a face and do it." She hissed before turning to her heel swiftly and rushed towards the room. Jungkook brows were furrowed and he felt shocked.
Shocked that his mother would tell him to forget about praying and go make some tea. The same mother that would scold him, no– not scold but absolutely loser her mind when he payed more interest to something else. For a man who has money— its obvious why she's doing it but still. It's a bit shocking but regardless, Jungkook missed his morning prayer and went to make tea for Kim Taehyung. His mother smiled widely in joy when Jungkook knocked on the door– his hands full with three cups.
"I- I brought tea–" Jungkook stammered out, feeling nervous suddenly because of the three pairs of eyes all on him. He felt his palms sweat but he set the tray down before placing it infront of each person– his heart beating wildly when he set the tea down infront of Taehyung. He tried his best to not look up into those enticing eyes which he knew were looking at him. He could sense the burning gaze.
burning?
"Thank you, Jungkook." Taehyung said and Jungkook could feel the smile he had on his face. He was intending to pass his father the tea after placing his mother's down but it slipped very slightly– and hot, burning liquid fell on the delicate skin of his hand causing a hiss to leave his lips and he flinched when setting the tea down. No one looked at him when he felt the pain– no one other than Taehyung.
"Show me." Taehyung softly said as he got on his feet– a very distressed look on his face. His parents looked at him with scowls when Taehyung took his hand into his and looked at the reddening skin– his honey skinned hand looking so large when he grasped Jungkook's pale, dainty one. "It's nothing– I was just startled because it was hot–" Jungkook tried assuring the man who softly caressed it with his thumb.
Jungkook didn't know why Taehyung acted so worried suddenly but he knew why his parents looked so sour. He had removed Taehyung's attention from them– from a seemingly very important conversation. He didn't get scolded surprisingly, maybe because they must've heard some good news from Taehyung.
But later that night, Taehyung visited him inside the chapel.
"Mr. Kim– Taehyung. Are here to pray?" Jungkook asked without realizing. He forgot Taehyung wasn't a necessarily religious man. Taehyung looked at the younger boy, amused with his hands in his pockets. "Not necessarily. Would you like me too?" Taehyung asked as he stood next to Jungkook. The younger sitting in one of the many wooden seats here and there.
"If you want to. I never saw you pray so I'm assuming you're not very religious." Jungkook spoke but it was said timidly because he wasn't very sure. Maybe Taehyung did pray and maybe he didn't like praying here. But he was proved wrong when Taehyung answered him, "I'm not religious at all. Praying never meant something to me." Taehyung said as he glanced at the front and then to Jungkook.
"Then– why are you funding my father's church?" Jungkook asked. More like blurted out and his eyes widened. He shouldn't have asked that. Taehyung gave a laugh– took his hands out of his pockets before he leaned against the handle of the chair Jungkook sat ontop of. He bent down till his eyes locked with Jungkook's doe eyes.
"I have a very, very important reason why to–" Taehyung smiled as he removed one of his hand (left one) from the chair's handle before grabbing Jungkook's hand, his right hand still on the chair handle. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat when the man brought it near his lips and his breath ghosted over it, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin.
"You'll soon find out why." Taehyung all but whispered against his shaking hand as he pressed a soft kiss against Jungkook's skin. The exact part where the tea had burned the area very slightly– Jungkook's breath hitches as his eyes stay locked with Taehyung's inviting ones. Taehyung's eyes twinkled with mirth as he let go of Jungkook's small hand before leaning up again. He fixed his overcoat– fumbled with it for a bit and gave Jungkook knowing oook before he left the chapel. Leaving a shaken Jungkook behind.
Jungkook brought one trembling hand in the middle of his chest– feeling his wildly beating heart. He clutched the middle of his chest and swallowed down— Taehyung kissed his hand. The kiss left his heart almost leaping out from his chest and he felt so flabbergasted suddenly. The sweet, soft touch of Taehyung's lips on his skin still lingered on his skin– it tingled something in his heart. He stood up after hearing the doors close, hand leaving his chest.
He needed to pray. He needed to clear his mind.
And so he prayed, his eyes closed and his palms sweating when they were put together. He begged for forgiveness that night. For feeling this way for a man— he almost fell into the inviting temptation. His hands shook and his heart beating in his chest– Jungkook felt watched. Not watched over by a pure gaze but an impure one that night. He felt as if— the devil was watching him.
-
"Be careful, Jungkook." His mother smiled at him as she kissed his cheek. Jungkook felt awfully nauseous today— he felt fatigue in the most unlikely of ways. His mind was very clouded with no thoughts at all. He felt like throwing up, he made a face, scowling. Today was a pretty important day for his parents, today was the thirteenth anniversary of this church and every member was invited to it for a celebration.
Nothing exciting would happen– just his father giving a long speech about staying close to honesty and typical stuff. But right now, he was on his way to his school. He went to a very catholic school right on the corner of the street. He had three faceless friends who he usually only talked to him in school– outside they were strangers but that's just how it was.
"Is- Is Kim Taehyung coming today as well?" Jungkook asked with a subtle glance towards his mother only to see her laugh and look at him as if he had asked a very amusing question. "Ofcourse he is– he's the most important member this month. He's helped us so much." She smiled with taking eggs from the fridge– her hands swiftly fumbling around. Jungkook sighed as he did his tie– his face in a fretful expression.
He needed to stay away from Taehyung as far as he could. The man kept tempting him– his cheeks flushed when he remembered the scene that occurred yesterday night. Kim Taehyung was a dangerous man– he was mysterious. Very strange. A man who's not religious but is funding a church.
you'll soon find out why
Jungkook wonders what that was about. What does he mean? Taehyung kept on confusing him more and more every night they meet— only twice but he felt so confused and lost on what Taehyung said to him last night. It was one of the most strangest occurrences in his life when Taehyung kissed his hand. He's been so touchy with another man before—
"I'll leave now. Bye mom." Jungkook bids as he gets out the door.
-
Jungkook made a mistake. A deep, grave mistake to leave his house. He left it thinking it would be normal day where he would finish his classes and come back to his parents enjoying themselves and rejoicing with other people's— but no. He was met with the eerie silence and empty, empty hollow of his own home. The lights were off when he switched them on wordlessly and there was no sound of anything– no sound of any person, no sound of any movement. Just silence and Jungkook's own heart beating in his chest.
He suddenly felt himself shiver with how cold it was around him. The cold breeze coming from an opened window beside him, he looked around for any sign of someone but it was empty. "Mom?" He called out in hope to see her anywhere, he took his bag off his shoulder before setting it down on his couch. Maybe they're inside the chapel? Maybe he was late and his parents began having guests.
His pretty hair blew against the rosy hue of his skin slightly when he made his way to where he thought he would find everyone.
He made his way towards the chapel hurriedly– in hopes to see his parents there. He pushes the doors open with a huff of breath hitting it along. He couldn't help the gasp that left his parted lips and the way his own hand covered his mouth when he saw the utter horror revealed to him.
There was blood. So much blood everywhere– on the pavement, the seats where he would sit on, the walls and everything was so destroyed. His body began to tremble where he stood– eyes beginning to get teary and his hand shaking like a leaf on his mouth. What was this? Who did this? Pools and pools of blood here and there. The sheer sight made you gag– the awful metallic smell of it annoying your nose. Jungkook felt his breathing fasten.
"Do you get it now?" Hands wrapped around his tiny waist from behind but he quickly got out of them, stumbling forwards before turning around so swiftly, it worried his neck.
Jungkook gasped with a small whimper when he saw the familiar face. He saw Taehyung standing there– smiling with blood covering his face. A trail of droplets going up his face– his smile looked so immoral and wrong. Jungkook backed away from the man before shakily speaking up.
"Y- You– did you do this?" He asked with a pained expression as he took another step back, stepping into a pool of blood but he couldn't look down when Taehyung was looking at him. "I wouldn't say I've done it but rather that I caused it." He grinned and took a step forward, his expensive shoes nearing Jungkook who looked behind– grimacing at the blood and he didn't want to step into it but he had no choice.
"Why–you– where are my parents?" He asked with so much panic and those tears beginning to fall down his cheeks but Taehyung only cooed as he began taking his bloody coat off his shoulders– not answering Jungkook's questions as he threw the coat somewhere on the floor and unbuttoned his dress shirt's sleeves slowly. Jungkook wanted to weep his lungs out when the man– no when this thing ignored him.
"Taehyung, I- I– tell me where my parents are– please–" Jungkook struggled with his words– his hands hectic by his side when Taehyung only hummed a tune and went to the other side of his sleeves to unbutton to roll them up his arms. The boy let out a helpless cry and looked around, tears falling down his blurring eyes. He felt so overwhelmed and scared. He kept backing away– pools of blood splashing beneath him when Taehyung finally looked up.
He wordlessly began stalking forwards– Jungkook breathing out with an empty sob, feeling his feet almost slip with the amount of blood covering the floor. He looked behind him to see a table coming soon– he looked back at Taehyung and whimpered. He felt trapped— Taehyung's each step erupted a new fear inside of him. He wiped the tears with a shaking hand. "N- No– stop, don't come near me!–" Jungkook all but had to yell.
"P- Please– I'm- I'm scared– Taehyung– please" Jungkook whimpered and his breathing went hectic as he backed away so fast that his thighs bumped into the table behind him– things falling down with such noise that Jungkook himself winced. But the maniac infront of smirked seeing him squirm, a smirk so sinister it made the most evil thing seem like nothing.
And then the devil in disguise of a man approached him with slow steps, a large hand grabbing Jungkook's face– his cheeks squeezed together making his lips pucker and his eyes watered in pure fear when he looked in those evil eyes and there was a mocking coo.
"You're afraid? Hm? Afraid of me, my love?" Taehyung questioned with a sick laugh piercing through the air as a squished Jungkook's cheek causing the younger to weep out a cry– grabbing Taehyung's wrist to make him remove the hand on his face but the devil only grinned with his malicious eyes glowing. " You're afraid what I would do to you? You think I would hurt you?" Taehyung asked but he himself knew the answer already. His face went near Jungkook's.
"Oh, no, no, pretty one. Fear what I would do for you. Think about the people I would hurt for you." Taehyung whispered against his lips causing Jungkook to give a whimpering huff, his eyes closed in fear. He didn't want to look Taehyung in his eyes— never, ever wanting to look into those egregious eyes or feel that ungodly gaze on him again. But Taehyung's large hand tightened on his chin making him open his eyes.
"Please– l- let me go, Taehyung." Jungkook found his voice with a sniffle. Taehyung stared into his teary doe eyes before smirking.
"Never." He connected their lips in a kiss– Jungkook's puckered lips squishing against Taehyung's. Taehyung hummed into the kiss with closed eyes– Jungkook breathing heavily when he felt those sinful lips connect with his wet ones. Tears wetting his cheeks– Taehyung's tongue licked all over his mouth. His own tongue finding itself rolling along with Taehyung's dominiant one. It was a good one minute kiss before the evil pulled away.
The devil looked him in the eyes, pulling his chin closer before whispering into his ear, "This is temptation, baby." He grinned against Jungkook's red ear– the boy's heart skipping a beat at what the other said. No, no that's not true. He's not falling into the devil's temptation. No, never.
"N- No– I never fell into temptation. You're wrong." Jungkook defied with a small noise. Taehyung tilted his head before manhandling Jungkook ontop of the table and draping himself over him. Pinning his hands down on the either side of his head.
"Oh sweet thing– it isn't temptation for you. It's temptation for me." He breathed out near Jungkook's neck, pressing a kiss to it. Jungkook gasped before squirming in the devil's hold— he kept playing with his words. Kept messing with Jungkook's mind again and again. Jungkook felt the demon's hands open the buttons on his chest– slowly revealing the pinkish skin to his malevolent, hungry gaze. Though of his hands were free, Jungkook found himself held down by an unknown force. But the demon wasn't pinning him down– he knew. It was his own will.
Jungkook swallowed down he lump in his throat when the devil nosed at his neck, long, elegant fingers buttoning his shirt till it reached all the way. His hands began roaming the pale, untouched skin. Jungkook felt goosebumps when Taehyung's cold fingers touched his chest– the said creature smiled as he rose from Jungkook's neck.
"So untouched– so, so innocent, my darling. So beautiful in my hands. Only for me." Taehyung spoke before looking at Jungkook's teary eyes, giving him no chance to react before he pinched on the rosy little nipple, erupting a gasp from him and a jolt of his body. Jungkook tilted his head more, feeling so wronged when the demon smirked against his skin before his fangs bit into it. Breaking the soft, unblemished skin under his teeth, Taehyung felt the delicious taste of the boy's blood on his tongue.
"Taehyung." Jungkook breathed out with his eyes pinched close. The demon's hair tickling his neck and shoulder, the demon bit another part of his skin, then another causing a sob to leave his mouth. He cried out with his fists clenched– his skin marked with bruises and painful bites at the end.
Taehyung rose from his neck and felt pride when he saw how ruined Jungkook looked already– his neck littered with marks he had made. He spread the shirt open more than his eye's pleasure, pale skin coming a beautiful contrast with honey skin.
"You like being touched with so much blood around you, petal? The blood of sinners around you as I make a mess of you?" Taehyung all but growled as he ripped Jungkook's pants open causing him to snap his eyes open – thighs quickly closing together as Taehyung hoists him so that he's fully on the table with his feet grabbed by Taehyung's bare hands.
Taehyung ran a hand on his bulging thighs, nearing one sharp teethed mouth near his ankle with smirking lips. "You're mine, Jeon Jungkook." He mumbled against the dainty ankle before pressing a kiss to it, Jungkook flinching as his fists stay clenched on the table. Free but he made no move to fight the devil– he knew it was futile to do so. He felt wet kisses being pressed against his ankle and up to his leg– reaching his thighs as Taehyung kneels between them.
"You're a temptation yourself. My own sweet temptation." Taehyung drawled out.
Jungkook closes his thighs harder– putting all force but Taehyung's one hand was enough to spread him open. Jungkook's cheeks flushing a pretty pink when he was shamelessly presented to all of– the devil himself. Taehyung's hungry gaze went to his pretty panties– he ripped them open with haste and cursed seeing the prettiest, pinkest mound hidden between naked, plush thighs.
"So fucking pink everywhere, baby. Such a fucking pretty pussy you have here." Taehyung growled with his hand holding Jungkook's thighs open but his face neared Jungkook's pussy– Jungkook mewling when he felt Taehyung breath over it. His squeezing together– he felt so shameful being presented and spread open for Taehyung. He could see every inch of the boy's dignity shredding down.
Jungkook gasped and jolted with a cry as he grabbed Taehyung's hair in surprise when he felt a fat stripe being licked over his pussy lips. He closed his thighs on Taehyung's head but the other didn't care as he licked all over Jungkook's sweet mound. The addicting smell and taste of Jungkook leaving his senses crazed up. He gripped Jungkook's thick thighs with one hand before his tongue wildly played with clit.
The pretty little thing getting all squirmy and whiny as Taehyung sucked on his clit– his long devil tongue doing wonders to him. He felt Taehyung let go of his pretty clit before licking around his leaking hole— Jungkook's mind melting slowly with the newfound pleasure.
It was all a lie– Kim Taehyung was the devil himself who tricked everyone.
"I saw you all that time when you prayed on your pretty knees— asking for forgiveness. Kneeling so prettily with those teary eyes of yours–" Taehyung used the tip of his tongue to flick his sensitive clit causing him to shake, thighs trembling near Taehyung's head. "You looked so, so tempting to ruin. To be bent over that exact spot while I wreck your filthy cunt from behind." Taehyung seethed as he took the clit info his mouth before sucking harshly– Jungkook felt dizzy. His mind clouded with the thoughts of someone between his legs and doing something that was never done to him before.
"I'm gonna deflower your pretty cunt– I'm gonna make sure I'm the first and last one that fucks your virgin pussy." Taehyung bit down softly on his clit and the dam broke because Jungkook came– he squirted right on Taehyung's face. An embarrassing noise leaving his lips as he clenched his hole– thighs squeezing Taehyung's face into his pussy more. The other lapping and sucking happily before he stood up–
"Pl- Please–" Jungkook tried but he didn't know what he was begging for. Did he want Taehyung stop or keep going?
Taehyung only smirked before he began to stroke his monstrous cock. Jungkook actually gasped at the size of it– breathing picking up as he looked at Taehyung with teary eyes. "It won't fit." He whimpered, his thighs trembling when Taehyung moved forward with his cock oozing precum– veins popping on it and the sheer size made his pussy clench.
"I'll make it fit." Taehyung grinned.
He's gonna be so full. He already felt so done, his inside sensitive with the recent orgasm. The first orgasm that he had. And it was in a filthy, blood covered room. And it might be his parent's blood. His eyes closed at the thought but then he felt Taehyung's cock being placed, aligned to his pretty, small twitching hole. And then, Taehyung began pushing inside– not gently at all as he slammed it inside.
"Oh my– ah‐" Jungkook sobbed.
The table creaked beneath him when Taehyung rammed his cock into his sopping pussy– Jungkook squealing as he gripped the table's edges firmly. His stomach felt so full– the obscene bulge in his stomach making his eyes widen and another sob left his lips, eyes leaking tears.
"B- Big– too- too big–" Jungkook's eyes rolled at the back of his head and his tongue lolled out of his mouth like a filthy whore– his insides felt mushed. His gits rearranging as Taehyung's large, bulbous cock broke into his unused pussy. Taehyung smirked seeing the state the poor little thing was in– getting fuckd right where he prayed.
"Look at you, filthy fucking whore. Getting your slutty cunt fucked open right where you pray– where you ask for forgiveness everyday. What would heaven think, hm? Taehyung laughed meanly, slapping his sopping cunt
"Seeing you get spread open and absolutely defiled like this–" Jungkook cried at the degrading words– he felt so filthy with the cock pounding his pussy. The absolutely horrendous squelching and slapping noises that he heard were so dirty– he felt so, so dirty. Taehyung's cock dragged against his walls, spreading them so obscenely that Jungkook worried his pussy was never gonna be the same again.
"N- No– don't say th- that– hng ah ah–" Jungkook felt the demon grab his legs, gasping when they were pushed against his chest from where laid on the table. The vile position revealed his pretty hole to Taehyung– Jungkook sobbing when Taehyung held him down amd began fucking him again. He growled against Jungkook's lips before connecting them in a messy kiss but it was short after they pulled away.
Tears went down Jungkook's pretty eyes– his eyes lookin at the church's ceiling with blurry eyes. He knew he looked so ruined, so wrecked right now. Thighs and pushed to his chest and a demon wildly fucking him open with his inhumanly big cock.
His head tilted even further till it was off the table– his eyes focused though he could only see upside down. He could see the place he prayed splattered in blood– every single thing inside here was bloody. His nose tingling each time because of the smell of blood and fiith inside the room.
"You're a sinner, my love." Taehyung whispered– Jungkook tried shaking his head but he had no power to do so. He felt exhausted– confused and so worn out but it felt so good what the demon was doing right now. His pussy clenched when he came again on Taehyung's cock– wetting the whole table. Squirt dripping down the table and Taehyung groaned as he lodged his dick inside roughly — finishing inside Jungkook.
Jungkook squealed before he arched his back– feeling the thick, warm spunk shoot inside him until he felt full to the brim. The demon stopped thrusting and grunted while he rode out his high, letting go of his legs before giving his ass a rough slap. Jungkook looked away when Taehyung locked eyes with him, trembling beneath him. He didn't have have power to look Taehyung in the eyes.
The devil smirked, beginning to unbutton his own shirt the whole way down and removed it. But his pants stayed on– a little bit off his thighs. Jungkook heard the fumbling of a belt and felt hands on his hips next–
He felt the devil give him another thrust– causing him go gasp and grab the hands on his hips out of surprise.
"I'm not done, baby."