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Boy Meets Demon

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Jungkook twirls his hair around his finger before a deep sigh spills from his lips. “He’s so out of my league! Not to mention how different we are! He’s the epitome of sunlight and daisies and butterflies, and I’m—”

“A goth manchild who summons demons and fucks them?”

 

Alternatively,

Jungkook summons a demon

Notes:

haven"t written koobi in almost 2 years wtf????
anyway, here"s a short smutty koobi au that i wrote for a zine

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many many thanks to my beta reader soli whose validation is the only reason why i didn"t scrap this story. this one"s for u ily <3

there is some rough sex and mild degradation so skip the fic if ur not into those.
otherwise... happy reading :>

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He’s here again. At the counter. In his baby blue sweater and black apron, a bored expression on his pretty face as he scrolls through his phone. 

 

Jungkook peeks over the edge of the shelf, his line of sight fixed on the pretty book shop clerk he’s been eyeing for quite a while. In fact, Hoseok is the only reason why Jungkook even frequents this shop; they never seem to have the books he’s looking for.

 

Speaking of what he’s looking for— Jungkook frowns, going back to scouring through the rows of dusty hardcovers, running his thumb along their spines as he skims their titles. It’s the only shelf in the whole shop with books on the occult. It’s almost looking like a lost cause and Jungkook nearly gives up when he’s almost all the way to the end of the shelf. But then, he catches sight of what he’s been looking for. Nestled between two bulky binds is a thin booklet with the Latin wording he was searching for. Jungkook squeals in victory, making a fervent grab for it, as if it’s a bestselling novel rather than an old book on demons in a foreign language. 

 

Now that he’s found what he’s looking for, he should probably get going. He tucks the book under his arm and walks along the aisle, pretending to browse through the other shelves. It’s all just a guise for watching Hoseok though. Jungkook’s chest warms all over just looking at him. He’s wiping the counter now, a little pout on his heart-shaped lips as he scrubs extra hard at a particular spot. There’s no one else in the store, except for Hoseok, Jungkook and the manager, who sits behind glass walls, all cosied up in his office.

 

If Jungkook closes his eyes and lets his imagination take over, it’s a bit like he’s on a date with Hoseok. Just the two of them in between all these books. Quiet and romantic. Hoseok’s face lights up when Jungkook walks over, a sweet smile gracing his features, making him look even prettier than before. 

 

“Will that be all, sir?” 

 

Jungkook blinks, his little bubble popping and bringing him back down to the present. He’s somehow made his way over to the counter. Hoseok takes the book out of his hands, humming good-naturedly as he scans the barcode at the back.


“That’ll be 70,000 won.” Hoseok’s eyebrows lift up in surprise. Of course, he’s probably curious why such a thin book is so expensive, and why anyone would even buy such a thing. Jungkook passes his card over and waits as he finishes billing. 

 

“Is that Italian, sir?” Hoseok is apparently not done with him yet. Jungkook nods, blushing when he takes in the slight interest on Hoseok’s face. He’s reading into something that’s not even there. Hoseok is only curious about the book and not himself.

 

“It’s Latin actually,” Jungkook replies, mortified at how high his voice is. “I studied it as a— A hobby .”

 

“Woah!” Hoseok claps his hands together, eyes positively sparkling like little diamonds. He’s so cute like this and Jungkook is probably going to have a heart attack just by being in such close proximity. 

 

“That’s so cool!” Hoseok continues, blissfully unaware of the effect he has on Jungkook. “I’ve always admired people who know foreign languages.” He giggles, a light breathy sound that Jungkook permanently commits to his memory. Hoseok then winks, making Jungkook’s heart nearly leap out of his ribcage. “Maybe you can teach me some time, sir?”

 

Jungkook feels like he got sucker-punched in the gut. Is Hoseok flirting with him? Did Hoseok just call him cool? There’s no way— No fucking way! The object of his attraction, the love of his life, the axis around which his universe rotates— Calm down, Jungkook, don’t freak out!

 

“Yes, of— of course!” Jungkook manages to sputter out. “Of course I can teach you— Hoseok-ssi!” Oh shit, he just used Hoseok’s name for the first time in his life. Why does it sound so good rolling off his lips? Like he was born to say it? Fuck, he’s going to pass out at this rate.

 

“Yayy~!” Hoseok smiles sheepishly. There’s a soft dusting of pink on his cheeks, trailing down all the way to his neck. The bill rolls out of the printer and he picks up a pen and starts scribbling on it. “Here’s my number then. Call me, sir—?”

 

“Jungkook!” Jungkook all but screams out. He clears his throat when Hoseok bursts into a bout of tinkling laughter. The sound washes over him like warm honey. “I’m Jungkook.”

 

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook-ssi.” Hoseok tilts his head and flashes him the prettiest smile yet. Jungkook swears he sees a halo above Hoseok’s platinum hair, a beam of light falling down to illuminate his pretty features, little cherubs play songs on their harps, flying around Hoseok in circles. “See you again soon?”

Jungkook nods in reply. Most definitely.




*******




“You got another book, huh?” 

 

Jungkook nods, thumbing through the pages, trying to find anything that could be of use to him. He frowns, getting more and more annoyed with every page. There’s nothing new in this book, nothing he didn’t already know. Spells that he’s tried one too many times. Summoning circles that look amateur if he’s being kind. Well, that was a total waste of his money. He flings the book to the other side of the room.

 

“Well, someone’s in a bad mood.”

 

“I’m in a great mood, actually.” Jungkook lifts his eyebrow condescendingly. “The book is utter garbage, but I got myself a date.” Jungkook can’t stop the smile from curling up his lips. “Hoseok-ssi gave me his number.”

 

“Woah, congratulations! You’ve been crushing on him for so long and now you’ve finally scored a date!”

 

“Yeah!” Jungkook chuckles, twirling his hair around his finger before a deep sigh spills from his lips. “I still can’t believe this is all real. I mean—” He waves his hands about in the air and groans. “He’s so out of my league! Not to mention how different we are! He’s the epitome of sunlight and daisies and butterflies, and I’m—”

 

“A goth manchild who summons demons and fucks them?” 

 

“Hey!” Jungkook scoffs, kicking at the ouija board. “Why are you still talking when I’m not even playing with the board? You are so annoying, Hobi!”

 

“Well, you keep calling me so often that I don’t even need the board to communicate anymore,” Hobi smirks, leaning forward and invading Jungkook’s space. “Besides, there are better ways for us to use that board, hmm?”

 

“You’re disgusting,” Jungkook whispers. But he doesn’t move to stop Hobi, instead tugging his hair and yanking his head back, silver strands spilling out between his inked fingers. The demon whines, low and throaty. Jungkook sneers, pulling him down onto his lap. Naked honey-toned skin contrasts against his denim jeans, a tiny pink cocklet leaking onto the fabric and staining it grey. 

 

“Can’t help it. I’m a demon, remember?” Hobi whispers, gasping when Jungkook bites into his neck. “But then again, you like it, don’t you?”

 

“I like it ‘cause you always shapeshift to look like him,” Jungkook answers without breaking a sweat. “When I hold you, it’s like I’m holding him, making love to him.”

 

“Oh?” Hobi purrs when Jungkook starts nuzzling into the sinewed column of his neck, bringing his hand up to card through Jungkook’s hair. “You’ve never once made love to me though, always so rough.” Hobi slurs out, already a little drunk off what they’re doing. Jungkook doesn’t pause in his motion though; he continues to map a trail down Hobi’s neck, sucking at the skin and remarking at how sweet it tastes. 

 

Jungkook looks up at Hobi, pondering about his identity for the umpteenth time. He knows Hobi isn’t an incubus, those are the kind of demons that feed off sex after all. If Hobi was an incubus, Jungkook would be drained every time they fucked— and they do it too often for him not to notice. From all the reading Jungkook’s done of late, just to figure out what he’s working with, he’s come to the conclusion that Hobi is something like the demon Zozo. Summoned via ouija board. Less sinister than most other demons; a little playful too. On top of that, he’s also a little extra lustful. But it’s not like Jungkook would know, he hasn’t really met any other demons to draw comparisons.

 

“I thought you liked it rough, Hobi.” Jungkook trails his hand down to Hoseok’s ass, spreading his cheeks apart and groping them in his palms. 

 

“I do like it rough, little human.” Hobi closes his eyes when Jungkook nips into the hollow of his throat. “I like when it hurts— I love it even. But—” Jungkook pauses at that, leaning back and studying Hobi’s playful face. “You fuck me with your bookstore boy in mind. Don’t you want things to be more intimate with him?”

 

“And what do you know about intimacy?” Jungkook scoffs, landing a slap against Hobi’s ass and making him jolt up in surprise. “You’re a fucking demon. There’s not a bone in your body that isn’t deprived.” 

 

Hobi whines at that, grinding down on Jungkook’s lap, pert little ass creating delicious friction against Jungkook’s fattening cock and making him growl in warning. But the thought eats away at his brain. He does want things to be more romantic with Hoseok. Sweet and passionate and just plain special. He wants Hoseok to feel cherished. Not obliterated.


“How do you suggest I go about it though?” Jungkook clears his throat, peeking at Hobi from under hooded eyes. He’s still sceptical that a demon slut like Hobi could teach him anything worthwhile. But it’s worth asking. Besides, what does he have to lose?

 

“I could show you,” Hobi replies, lips curling all the way up into a sweet but sinister smile. Jungkook feels a tingle on the back of his neck, something unsettling about the prospect of giving Hobi the reigns that he always has such a careful grip on. Hobi’s grin only stretches wider as he takes in how perplexed Jungkook is.

 

“Come on,” Hobi drawls out, fingers sinking into the hair at Jungkook’s nape and twirling the strands playfully. “Loosen up a little, human. I promise I don’t bite.”

 

That’s a lie already. Jungkook can testify that Hobi has bitten him on more than one occasion. There’s a crescent-shaped scar on his shoulder to prove it. 

 

“Fine!” Jungkook concedes, already regretting it when Hobi jumps in glee, bouncing on his lap and making things down south even more uncomfortable. Jungkook throws his head back and groans dramatically, rubbing between his bows. “I already know I’m gonna regret this.”

 

“You’re really darn mean, you know that?” Hobi playfully slaps Jungkook’s hands away, tugging him by the shoulder and making him sit up straight. There’s a sceptical look on Jungkook’s face. Nevertheless, he tentatively wraps his hands around Hobi’s hips and waits to see what’s going to happen next.

 

“Glad to see you playing along, at least,” Hobi hums in approval. “Now let’s get started, shall we?”

 

It’s not like Jungkook gets any time to reply before Hobi leans close and captures his lips in a tender kiss. The gasp at his lips morphs into a sigh as his senses slowly spark to life. They don’t really kiss; usually jumping straight to full anal intercourse. But Hobi’s lips are soft and warm and Jungkook thinks, absentmindedly, that he wouldn’t mind making it a regular thing between them. It"s easy to get lost in the kiss, easy to slip his tongue in and taste Hobi— demons shouldn’t taste this sweet. Hobi’s mouth shouldn’t be this wet, warm and welcoming. 


“There we go!” Hobi sighs, giggling as he allows Jungkook to lick into his mouth as if he’s starved. “So you do know how to take your time, after all, little human.”

“Don’t ruin the mood by calling me that,” Jungkook speaks every word between quick pecks to Hobi’s lips. It’s as if, now that he’s tasted them, he’s become hopelessly addicted. “Just call my name like a normal person. Oh wait— I almost forgot you’re the furthest darn thing from normal.” 


“Rude!” Hobi whines, pulling back and thus effectively ending the kiss. 

 

Jungkook frowns, chasing Hobi’s lips in an attempt to keep kissing them. He decides he likes it— he likes it a lot. Weird. He didn’t think demons could taste so welcoming. Hobi’s lips are parted and he pants softly, as if he’s lost his breath from just a little kissing. It’s cute, Jungkook thinks, gently taking hold of Hobi’s chin and tipping it up. He gasps softly, squirming around in Jungkook’s lap, before sighing in bliss when Jungkook presses their lips together again.

 

“You like kissing me?” Hobi manages to moan out in between kisses, yelping when Jungkook nips into his lower lip as a warning. One that the demon doesn’t pay any mind to. “Ya think lover boy would be like this too? All hungry for your mouth. Desperate—”

 

“He’s gonna be sweeter,” Jungkook whispers against Hobi’s lips. “And softer. He’s going to be so much better— God, I can’t even imagine how good it’s going to be!”

 

“Oh yeah?” Hobi chuckles, hands tugging at the hair on Jungkook’s nape. A bit too hard, because it’s starting to sting. It’s alright though because there’s a small depraved part of Jungkook that enjoys it. 

 

“Yeah,” Jungkook whispers. His hands trail down to tease at Hobi’s thigh, pinching at the soft flesh and peering down to take in how it colours. A red blotch against a glorious expanse of tan skin. “Wanna mark him just like this. God, that’s so sexy.” Jungkook’s mouth waters as he continues to rub at the inflamed flesh, watching his thumb dip into the cushiony muscle.

 

“Yeah?” Hobi hisses when Jungkook pinches him again. “What else— Ahh— What else do you wanna do to him?” 

 

“Wanna fuck him.” Jungkook’s reply is immediate. As quick as his haste to pull the demon’s leg up and yank him forward. 

 

Hobi squeals obscenely, spreading his legs apart like a slut, digging his knees into the couch and hoisting himself up. He’s gorgeous this way, all golden curves and edges, lit up by the rays of sunlight seeping in through the windows. Temporarily distracted by how pretty Hobi looks before him, Jungkook takes a minute to realise that Hobi’s completely naked. Must be some sort of magic because he can swear that Hobi was fully clothed before. Or at least, as clothed as his teeny tiny shorts and t-shirt would let him be. 

 

“How’d you strip so fast?” Jungkook whistles, gently rubbing his thumb against Hobi’s rim and pressing down. It’s tender, a little sticky too from their session this morning. Takes him back to the first time they had sex and how he almost threw a panicked fit when Hobi took him raw without any prep. Without even the smallest wince of discomfort. Pure demonic magic really.

 

“Sad your book boy won’t be as easy as I am?” Hobi chuckles, wiggling his ass, humming in pleasure when Jungkook’s thumb dips in to the first knuckle. He whines when Jungkook pulls off, pouting before he takes his position above Jungkook’s cock, lining himself up before sinking down. 

 

Jungkook’s breath settles in his throat, heavy with anticipation. It stutters out the moment Hobi’s rim stretches around his cock head, scorching heat burning his engorged flesh anew. Within a heartbeat, Hobi sinks down, sheathing his cock completely before his ass presses flat against Jungkook’s thighs. Jungkook’s blunt nails dig into Hobi’s hips, holding him in place before he thrusts up, already going dizzy with the sheer bliss of how tight he is. It’s crazy how Hobi wraps around his cock like a glove, squeezing him like he’s never going to let him go. Not that Jungkook minds it. Not at all.

 

“Bet he wouldn’t be able to take you as easily as I can,” Hobi rasps, grinding his hips down and meeting Jungkook’s thrusts with equal gusto. “Humans are so tiresome, so fragile because they need to be prepped just to take a cock. But— Ahhh- But your cock is so fucking big — Big by any standards. You could tear him if you’re not careful.”

 

The very image of ripping Hoseok open on his cock and making him limp for days knocks Jungkook’s breath away. He growls, gripping Hobi tight and pounding into him at a feral pace. The demon keens, hands clawing at Jungkook’s shoulders, leaving scratches in their wake. It’s going to sting when he showers later. But maybe, he’ll just fuck Hobi while taking a bath too; sex always distracts him from his worries. 

 

One particular thrust has Hobi ejaculating all over his chest, ropes of pearlescent come painting a stripe across his flushed skin. He’s a pretty picture like this too. So pretty that Jungkook can’t help but lean forward and capture his lips. 

 

When Jungkook orgasms, flooding Hobi’s walls with his seed, he doesn’t pull away from Hobi’s lips. 



*******



“What happened to making love to me?” Hobi pouts, nuzzling into Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook has noticed that the demon likes to scent him after they have sex. Sometimes, while his cock is still nestled inside Hobi’s ass.

 

“At least, we kissed a lot.” Jungkook points out, absently combing his fingers through Hobi’s hair and observing the contrast between the smooth silver strands and the tattoos on his own fingers. “Besides, there’s no rule that I should treat you the same way I treat him. I can always be soft and gentle with him—” Jungkook swipes his tongue across his lower lip, scratching the pads of his fingers against Hobi’s scalp. “I can be careful with him, but still continue to fuck your brains out. You’re my little demon slut, after all.”

 

“Yeah?” Hobi groans, rubbing his soft cock against Jungkook’s thigh, the tip all caked up with his come. “You gonna string along the both of us, little human? Gonna keep me as your side piece?” 

 

Jungkook chuckles at that. Pretending like he doesn’t feel the warmth bubbling in his stomach, a thrill at the very prospect of having both Hoseok and Hobi within arm’s reach. To fuck, to make love to. To have.

 

“Why not?” He chuckles cockily, yanking Hobi’s hair back and tipping his head up, before stealing his lips in a lazy kiss.

 

“Maybe I’ll even have you both at the same.”




 

Fin

 

 

 

 

Notes:

i too would like to summon a demon hobi

hope u enjoyed the fic. kind comments are much appreciated!
lowkey wanna do a sequel where jungkook gets to fuck both hobis lol

i have a nice chunky koobi a/b/o fic that I"ll be posting very soon so i hope u stay tuned hehe

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