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Halloween has always been one of Jungkook’s favorite festivities. Since he was a kid, he gathered his friends to dress up as pirates, ghosts, vampires — whatever costume their parents would buy them. Then they would go to decorated houses or inside apartment buildings to knock on doors.
Jungkook wasn’t the most outgoing kid, instead he was rather shy and sensitive, but halloween…it has always been another story. As a kid that meant he would do anything to get more treats and he would study for weeks to come up with many different tricks.
Now, as an adult, he still likes dressing up but instead of trick or treating, he loves to go out partying and he enjoys the typical weirdness of people celebrating the festivity.
He loves to see all the different styles to dress up, the distinction between who takes it seriously and who doesn’t. The ones who put in the effort and the ones who clearly are out only because someone forced them to come. He loves to see the creativity in decorations for the food and drinks at parties.
Most of all, Jungkook loves the idea of supernatural creatures being closer to humans. He has seen some inexplicable things happen and he is not going to lie, he really wishes he was one of those people who can see and talk to ghosts.
He often thinks about the eventuality of any living in his apartment — their apartment — or well, Jungkook’s apartment where they used to live once…supposedly.
There is no proof that supernatural beings are real, but there’s also no way to know if all the myths and folklore is just that. After all, every story has a bit of truth in it.
This year is going to be different. Jungkook never thought about it, but he also never really had a group of best friends to do what they suggested, so it’s not really his fault.
At the ripe age of twenty-five, Jungkook has never been to an amusement park and he has definitely never tried roller coasters. But like the adrenaline junkie he is, Jungkook has thought about it a million times. So, when his friends propose to go to an amusement park for halloween, he immediately says yes.
Who cares that the park is on the other side of the country and that he has to ask for two days off at work out of nowhere. And even then, who cares that he doesn’t have his costume ready despite having only three days before they go. Jungkook is just happy that he’s doing something so different and funny with his best friends on his favorite day of the whole year — not even his birthday has the same relevancy.
Besides, he already has an idea for his costume.
When he comes back from work that day, the first thing he does is sit down on his couch to order the costume. Jungkook laughs inwardly, impatient to wait for his friends’ reaction — if the clothes come in on time that is.
—
Packing his backpack had been a problem but Jungkook is rewarded with being able to fit in his costume —which luckily came in on time— and a change. The issue is that now he’s left with a costume prop in his hands and he really doesn’t want his hyung to see it. So before exiting, he decides to keep it in the package it came in. It’s big and will probably take away half the space in the car trunk, but it’ll be worth it.
Honestly, this is not the best costume he has ever had, it’s actually pretty classic and boring. But he finds it half hilarious and half good enough for him to find someone who could take it off him.
And if you ask Jungkook, that’s enough to make it a good costume.
He exits the house with happiness spreading through him despite the fact that it’s still dark out and it’s weirdly not cold enough to bring a jacket. Jungkook has been going around in his hoodies for what feels like forever.
On his way down the stairs, he can’t help but jump a few steps, too impatient to care that it could be dangerous.
“Fucking finally!” He hears as he’s opening the building’s entrance door, he laughs.
“As if you were waiting for a whole day,” he laughs, making quick work to open the trunk and fitting his stuff in, careful to not move the others’ stuff. After all, they could have something fragile too.
“Jungkookie needs his beauty time to get ready,” Yoongi teases him, making Seokjin laugh out loud.
“I’m here now, though,” Jungkook is already sitting in the back with his Seokjin hyung. “So let’s go!”
Namjoon, who’s riding shotgun, chuckles.
“Adorable,” he murmurs. “Who knew he could be this adorable.”
Yoongi snorts.
“He was pretty adorable when we met him too.”
Jungkook blushes just a bit. Their friendship was born out of an unconventional arrangement. Not that any of them are ashamed of it, it’s just a fun thing to remember at the moment.
“Went all crossed eyed and dumb on you,” Seokjin says, tone teasing and referring to Namjoon. “That was pretty adorable, I’ll admit,” he adds, an amused smile on his lips.
“Me? Wasn’t it you who came just at the sight of Yoongi hyung fucking me?”
Jungkook counter attacks in this metaphorical battle between them. They’re always like this, the benter going on since the first time they met.
Yoongi rolls his eyes, then starts the car and starts driving. It’s going to be a long drive and the sooner they arrive, the sooner they’ll be having fun. They have time before the theme park opens. Since it’s Halloween they open later in the day and keep the park open until later in the night.
The goal is to reach the hotel where they'll stay for the night and get dressed, then they’ll go to the park until it closes.
With the promise of fun in mind, the drive goes by between light hearted banter, snacks, music and talking about this and that. It’s nice and it keeps Jungkook distracted from being too impatient.
By the time they arrive, it’s time for lunch and Jungkook is so hungry he could eat a whole feast. On the other hand, they end up eating something light to not get sick on the roller coasters.
After lunch, Jungkook goes to his room while the trio go to theirs. Jungkook expects them to come out with ridiculous matching costumes or something too explicit to be used in a themed park. He rolls his eyes at the thought as he unpacks his own.
Is his costume explicit? Not really, all the intimate parts are clothed…his chest though. Let’s just say Yoongi hyung won’t be pleased.
Since the very start, his hyung has taken up the habit to call him their golden boy. They say he’s just too good for this earth and also too good at everything he tries. He doesn’t necessarily agree, but it’s not important now.
What’s important are the obscenely bright and shiny golden pants he is putting on, they are straight legged and high waisted. As for the upper body, Jungkook bought golden body chains that go well with his nipple piercings. They frame his pecs and go around his waist as if it was a corset.
Now, could he put a shirt under the chains? Yes, of course. But that would mean not getting the chance to be looked at and he’s very ready to get freaky today.
The real deal, though, are the almost blinding golden wings he found on a niche online shop. They are big enough that they almost touch the floor once he puts them on his back.
When he looks in the mirror, he finds himself chuckling.
He looks like a real angel.
In his head, he wonders if a demon will feel provoked by him and will want to make him a fallen angel after visiting heaven together.
Before he can get in his head too much, there’s a knock on the door and he jumps into action without looking back. He takes a moment longer to open the door because his wings get stuck in the small corridor from the bedroom to the door.
He opens the door with no expectations, but whatever he was thinking gets brushed away quickly by a hearty laugh.
Yoongi is dressed as a kitten, Seokjin as a hamster and Namjoon as a koala.
Jungkook doesn’t know where they found the whole body suits of those animals, but they look hilarious. His other costume would have gone so well with theirs — for a few hours he thought about dressing up as a bunny.
Their faces are unreadable. Jungkook is sure they are appreciating his physique before realizing he’ll go out with only chains on his upper body.
“Damn are you going to a fashion show?” Seokjin asks him.
“Am I not your golden boy?” He teases them.
“I knew this would go against us,” Namjoon sighs out.
“You’re not coming out without a shirt on, it’s cold!” Yoongi scolds him, to which Jungkook giggles.
“I knew you’d say that,” He’s smirking, because now his hyungs will try to make him put something on but they won’t convince him.
“I swear if I’m cold I’ll buy a hoodie or something, but this is the costume, I’m not covering it up!” He says in his defense.
None of the three looks happy with it, but they don’t say anything. They learnt long ago that Jungkook is stubborn and will do as he wants despite everything they could be saying to him.
“Let’s go? I can’t wait to try that one roller coaster,” he’s pushing them out of the doorway to close the door and move towards the elevator.
“Did you know that it was built just last year?” He asks them, changing topics to distract them. “It’s the highest in the country!” He exclaims like an overeager puppy.
Seokjin gasps, about to say how he’s not going to get on it and Jungkook knows his plan to distract them worked.
The walk to the park and going through the queue for their tickets is a quick affair: apparently they arrived late enough to not be stuck in a queue for too long. In the end, getting inside the park takes only twenty minutes.
Jungkook can’t stop the excitement in his steps, not even when his hyungs laugh at him.
The park is a piece of art, if you ask Jungkook. The decorations seem to be real enough to not notice they are fake at first glance. Indeed, Seokjin and even Namjoon get spooked a few times as they walk around. It leaves him and Yoongi laughing at them.
Contrary to what Jungkook thought, there’s not many children around — he could have gone with the sexy bunny costume idea instead, he groans inwardly at the thought.
There’s staff in creepy, gore-y costumes around, jumpscaring people randomly. Jungkook never thought he could enjoy halloween even more, but today is proving him wrong. It turns out his excitement for this day was not enough .
After walking around for a while, they grab a map from a stand and decide a plan on which rides to go first, where to eat and which special shows to watch.
They get in line for their first ride, but as soon as they see how long the queue is, they decide to buy a special pass to skip the line. Then, their plan goes along pretty smoothly, even if Jungkook has to take off his wings every time he gets on a ride.
What makes everything hilarious, at least for Jungkook, is the way people try to be subtle when looking at him. He gets a lot of gazes, he feels them on his skin, on his back. Though none dares to meet his eyes once he turns towards where the stares come from.
Despite the fact that he shivers a lot and his nipples are hard from the cold, he doesn’t regret his costume and going out half naked. He’s proud of his body, he’s happy people look .
He just wished they would also talk to him.
There are a few times he’s tempted to just do it himself, but then the line moves and he’s getting on a rollercoaster and he forgets about it.
His hyung tease him, calling him desperate and he would be angry if only they weren’t right.
He has not been fucked in a while and he wants— no, he needs it.
By the time dinner rolls around, Jungkook and his hyungs have gone through half the rides and seen two shows. Now Jungkook’s stomach is rumbling and they really need to find the place they saw on the map before he gets hangry.
Fortunately, they find it quickly and they are eating delicious food in a traditional hanok with the servers dressed as ghosts from the Joseon era. Jungkook wonders if any of them is a real ghost, but he keeps the thought to himself.
Once they are done with dinner, his hyungs tell him they need a moment to rest and after joking about them being old, Jungkook decides to go on a few roller coasters on his own. After all, his hyungs refused to go on them because they seemed too dangerous and high.
Jungkook directs himself to the very first one, which in his opinion is the scariest one, and chuckles when he sees there’s little to no people.
Cowards , he thinks.
“Oh, welcome little angel, ready to die?”
The voice is weirdly shrill and completely unexpected. It makes Jungkook jump back, hand to his chest where the cold chains make him shiver. He turns around, but there’s none there.
“Are you scared? Poor little angel shouldn’t be here, it’s too dangerous for someone like him,” the voice says, mockery in its tone.
Jungkook chuckles, weirded out but definitely amused. Dangerous for him? He boxes three times a week, he can throw a punch if needed.
He decides to ignore the voice and go straight into the mirror house holding the center for the rollercoaster.
The voice doesn’t bother him again.
But maybe Jungkook should have suspected it wasn’t the right thing, because when he steps inside the house, someone screams in his face making him fall back on his ass.
“What in the—” Jungkook sits where he is, heart in his throat and eyes wide. His wings get crumbled in the meantime.
“Tae! Leave him alone!”
“But he’s —”
“No buts, go help Hoseok hyung.”
The man with the shrill voice goes, face darkening under the demon make-up. It looks very realistic if you ask Jungkook.
“Sorry for that,” the other man held a hand out to Jungkook. His make-up is even more impressive, half of his face has a very realistic drawing of the skull with pieces of flesh and muscles hanging. His eyes are as red as the fire of hell and on his head he has two dark, long and thick horns. As for the dress he has torn black robes that look burnt in some places.
What an incredible costume , Jungkook thinks in amazement.
“It’s his job, I guess,” he says dumbly, while taking the man’s hand and getting up.
Besides the makeup, the man looks gorgeous. Now, Jungkook isn’t really religious, but this man is the type of man Jungkook would give up going to heaven for. The type of man he’d sin for until the end of times. The type of man Jungkook wants to be fucked by.
The man doesn’t talk, but Jungkook notices the tag on his robe that says his name is Jimin.
“You humans,” Jimin laughs, red eyes hungry all of a sudden.
Jungkook is not sure what’s happening now.
“Do you think angels would get to dress like this?” His warm hands smooth over Jungkook’s chest, making him shiver at the contrast of temperatures.
“Do you think they are allowed to desire what you are right now?” Jimin murmurs, voice full of derision and at the same time, completely serious.
“You wouldn’t last a day up there, would you? What is it that you desire so much right now, Jungkook?” And his voice is hypnotizing, Jungkook feels unable to lie or even just keep his thoughts to himself.
His mouth opens on its own and he talks, willingly.
“To be fucked by you.”
The spells break and Jungkook feels the owner of his mind again. How does Jimin know his name if he never told him?
“That can be arranged,” Jimin smirks, evilish so.
Jungkook thinks he should probably be scared, but when Jimin takes his hand and guides him somewhere, he doesn’t even stop to ask where they are going. If this is a dream, he doesn’t want to wake up before Jimin fucks him.
It turns out that Jimin is directing him through the maze of mirrors without hitting a mirror once and then through a door with ‘staff only’ written on it. Jungkook doesn’t question how easily Jimin goes through the maze, he must know the place like the palm of hand by now.
“Will you really fuck me?”
To say he’s incredulous, is to say the least. This is the easiest hook up of his whole life, it’s no wonder that it feels unreal. With someone looking that good too…What if Jimin is a murderer? They wouldn’t hire someone like that, right? But then again, how would they know he is one?
“You told me you wanted to? So yes,” Jimin chuckles.
“You humans have this thing —” he points to Jungkook’s head, “—but you overwork it with this…thinking stuff,” he sighs, as if he’s tired of talking already.
“Aren’t you a human too? You know how overthinking goes,” He mumbles, a bit unsure and a lot confused.
Jimin stops, Jungkook realizes they are behind a wall of mirrors. Will he fuck him here, where anyone can hear them? Unconsciously, his dick twitches as if it hasn’t been half hard since he saw the guy.
What does it say about him if the fear mixed with the excitement makes him hard?
He has no time to think about it, because Jimin is laughing at his question.
“Such stupid beings…” Jimin gets closer to him and Jungkook’s breath hitches when he sees how there’s flames in the other’s eyes. He’s not human.
“Are you scared?”
Jungkook shakes his head, he’s more fascinated than anything.
“Are you a demon?”
Jimin smirks.
“Why don’t we find out?”
And then Jungkook finds himself being taken up from under his thigh and his feet stop touching the ground right after. Jimin is keeping him suspended as if he weighed nothing while his lips press against Jungkook’s.
He doesn’t have the time to reciprocate the kiss before Jimin is asking for more, but Jungkook is not about to refuse him. His mouth opens easily for him and Jimin’s tongue is warm against his.
Jungkook doesn’t know how, probably Jimin is really not human, because he’s keeping him up with one hand only now. Meanwhile, the other hand explores his pecs, fondling them and playing with his hard nipples from over the chains.
Jimin detaches himself, leaving him panting and whining for more.
“You know, you’d make a pretty good toy in hell,” and Jungkook doesn’t know if it’s because he’s needy, because they are where anyone could hear them or because Jimin is hot as hell — pun intended — but the idea makes him moan.
Jimin drinks it up as if he needed it to live.
“So pretty,” he mumbles before going back to kiss Jungkook.
At this point, Jungkook is completely hard and he can feel Jimin is too. His hard on pokes against his ass and makes Jungkook want to move his hips and tease.
Jungkook whines in the kiss, struggling to keep up with Jimin’s pacebut willing to let him take control.
“Down,” he mumbles in the kiss, but it comes out in a pant and Jungkook isn’t sure Jimin understood him. He’s surprised when the other stops quickly.
“Down?”
Jungkook nods, a silly smile on his face.
“Want to take off the wings and suck you off.”
It makes Jimin chuckle as he shakes his head.
“Keep them on,” he says, but he lets him down anyway. Then, before Jungkook can kneel in front of him, he takes his chin in his hand and kisses him once again. It makes Jungkook feel hot all over, even more than he was already feeling.
But he doesn’t dwell on it and gets on his knees.
Jungkook doesn’t even have the time to try and get the robes up to get where he wants, that they literally disappear with a snap of fingers from Jimin. He’s left with his mouth hanging open, saliva forming at the corners of his mouth.
So Jimin really is a demon.
The magic with which the robes disappeared made Jungkook’s eyes grow wide, but the real deal is what was hidden underneath them.
Jimin is lean, muscles defined but not overly so. His thighs are thick and Jungkook wants to die between them. Actually no, he wants to die on that cock. If his thighs are thick, his dick is thicker and even if it’s not the longest he has ever seen, it’s certainly above average.
While it might look like a pretty normal cock, the intense red to purple color makes Jungkook realize once again he is, indeed, in front of a demon. There are other small characteristics that make it less human, like the thicker base and the bigger mushroom head, Jungkook knows it’s going to stretch him so good once it starts entering him.
What really makes him salivate, though, are several ridges on the sides of the length. They are not big, but they look slightly pointy and Jungkook can’t wait to feel them grazing against his sweet spot.
“Good enough?” Jimin smirks down at him.
Jungkook gulps and nods, he’s lucky he closed his mouth before he started to drool.
He doesn’t waste anymore time, he starts by kissing the head and licking the side. Slowly, dragging it out, teasingly. Jimin might be the demon, but he is a certified brat.
When his length is coated in a layer of Jungkook’s saliva, he blows on it, watching as it twitches. Then, just to keep teasing, he lavishes his tongue over the ridges again and again, feeling the veins pulsating every time. Jungkook is sure Jimin is going to explode any moment now, so he moves to the head, taking it into his mouth and playing with it with his tongue.
Instead of frustration, Jimin laughs at him.
“You’re making it worse for yourself,” he says, voice calm, almost cheerful. Jungkook doesn’t know if it’s a warning or derision.
It doesn’t matter, because his eyes are locked in Jimin’s red ones as he swallows his length bit by bit, until he starts gagging on it. However, he doesn’t stop until his nose is almost touching Jimin’s hairy pubes. His mouth is stretched to its maximum and his throat full of Jimin’s length, he breathes through his nose and Jimin lets him have some time.
He hums in appreciation.
“Maybe I should keep you to warm my cock,” he wonders out loud. “It gets cold often, after all.”
Jungkook moans, making Jimin groan in pleasure at the vibration.
Jungkook thinks he must have a set of kinks he didn’t know he had until tonight.
As soon as he feels like he can move without choking, he starts moving his head. He goes slow at first, getting the hang of it and understanding what Jimin likes the most, then his rhythm increases.
Jimin’s hand runs through his long hair before he starts pulling on them, effectively starting to guide Jungkook. When he understands what Jimin is trying to do, Jungkook lets him use his mouth.
The sounds he makes are lewd and loud enough that he wonders how no one has come to stop them.
But Jungkook doesn’t have much time to think about it, because he’s feeling light headed, fuzzy and soft around the edges. It’s been a while since he felt like this and while he’s not going down completely, he feels mindless and ready to follow any order.
Jimin must feel that because he pulls him off, letting Jungkook breathe for a moment before talking.
“If you want to let go, do it. I can sense if you’re uncomfortable and if I need to stop,” and Jungkook appreaciates the gesture, but he’s unsure.
“You’re apprehensive right now,” Jimin says it so confidently that it surprises Jungkook. “And now surprised,” it makes Jungkook chuckle.
“I’m the only son of Lilith, goddess of hell, if I were to hurt someone who didn’t deserve it, she would end me .”
Once he said it, Jimin takes a deep breath and goes on.
“So as much as it’s important to me that you feel good, it’s also in my best interest to not hurt you,” he smiles the most innocent smile Jungkook has seen on his face up till now.
Somehow, Jungkook trusts him.
So he nods.
“Okay then,” he murmurs. “Will you fuck me now?”
Jimin smirks, the devilish look back on his face as if it never went away. Jungkook immediately knows he’s in for a ride.
Despite wanting Jimin to be inside of him already, with a cock like his, Jungkook knows he needs to be opened up. They obviously don’t have lube, unless Jimin can materialize it — Jungkook doesn’t doubt it could be in his abilities since he made his robes disappear.
“Hands against the mirror,” Jimin's voice doesn’t allow Jungkook to think much, he just follows the order. Soon, he feels the demon undo the button of his pants to then move them down his legs and onto the floor, making him step out of them so as to not get them dirty. Such a kind gesture.
“Spread your legs.”
While he does, for a moment, Jungkook wishes he was leaning against the front of the mirror so that he could see what Jimin is doing. At the same time, he fears he might come sooner rather than later if he were to see .
Because the moment he lets out a needy whimper to make Jimin move, he feels the demon’s tongue against his hole. He moans — he didn’t expect to be eaten out, but what a better way to prepare him for his cock?
Jimin plays around, licking and kissing Jungkook’s freshly waxed hole. Then he leaves bites and marks on Jungkook’s cheeks and thighs, that is until the human gets tired of it.
“Ok, Mr. Son of Lilith, are you going to fuck me or what?”
He sounds frustrated to his own ears, but Jimin only chuckles at him.
“She would love you,” it’s almost as if it’s just a thought said out loud, as if Jimin didn’t really mean to say it.
But before Jungkook can reply, a — Jungkook is sure it’s Jimin’s tongue because what else can it be? Though it feels different and he doesn’t understand in what way. It’s long, way longer than a normal tongue would feel, but it’s also less thick and the point…has two points?
“What the—”
The points massage his prostate right then and there, making him moan shamelessly.
Soon, Jungkook forgets all about the questions he had and focuses on the way Jimin’s tongue feels inside him. It’s not doing much to stretch him open, but it’s doing wonders as it’s getting him closer and closer to the edge. It’s playing with his prostate and reaching places some other men couldn’t reach with their cocks .
Suddenly, though, the tongue is leaving and he’s on the verge of crying in frustration.
“Calm down, little angel,” Jimin’s voice is dark, not really soothing, but also incredibly sensual. Jungkook feels surrounded by lust.
“The son of Lilith is going to fuck you now,” and the only thing Jungkook can think of is ‘ finally ’.
Jimin’s hands go to his waist, pointy fingers scratching the skin there. It makes Jungkook arch his back, presenting his hole to Jimin. Jungkook can’t see it, but the demon licks his lips as he positions himself.
The blunt head of Jimin’s monster cock kisses his entrance, pressing in just slightly.
There must have been something on Jimin’s tongue, because despite not being stretched at all, Jungkook doesn’t feel any pain. Secretly, he wishes it would hurt a little. As if for magic, the penetration feels a little more painful —pleasurably so— and the drag feels more intense.
Jungkook moans loudly and at this point, he doesn’t know how people don’t hear them.
Jimin chuckles behind him, his cock not even half-way in.
“Want to know what they think?” He pushes in slowly, making Jungkook feel every bump on his cock. “They pass by and think it’s the sound effects,” His voice is gruff,the only hint that he’s affected by the warm heat around his cock.
“Some envy you,” He chuckles, pushing in deeper, his length now almost completely inside Jungkook. “Some others wish they could see ,” And Jungkook moans, high pitched and needy.
“Ah, should have expected that,” Jimin’s cock is now completely inside him, splitting him open in the best of ways. Jungkook already knows he can’t go back to normal dicks.
Jimin grinds his hips just one time before backing his hips and pushing in again, slowly. It makes Jungkook's eyes roll back, mouth open and drool already pooling on the floor under him. It’s not the only body fluid that is pooling under him; his cock has been leaking precum since Jimin made him bend down.
“You wouldn’t mind Tae watching, would you?”
But Jungkook doesn’t know how to answer. Jimin’s length is moving inside him so deliciously slow. It’s dragging in and out, making him feel every single detail of Jimin’s monstrous cock. At this point, he kind of forgot where he is.
He’s quickly brought back when Jimin’s pointy fingers dig in his skin, probably drawing blood.
“I asked you a question,” Jimin sounds ready to punish him and if it was another situation, Jungkook would have loved to see what punishment he could get.
“I-I would,” he pants out, a moan slipping from his lips when Jimin’s cockhead brushes against his sweet spot for the nth time.
The demon hums, satisfied.
“Good little angels deserve rewards,” he says and immediately after Jungkook is being pounded into. Jimin’s pace gets relentless, the sound of their skin hitting against each other is obscene and Jungkook’s moans are louder than any other sound in the building.
Quick series of ah-ah-ah are mixed with mewls and cries.
“Wish I could film you,” Jimin’s voice is stable, as if fucking Jungkook is costing him no efforts. Though, the way his hands tighten around Jungkook’s waist, under the chains and the wings, let him know that Jimin is enjoying this too.
“Would make my friends watch you on my projector,” Jungkook chokes on a sob at that, the idea too good to leave him unaffected. “They would love seeing the way your hole just stretches to invite me in, as if it was made for this, for me .”
Between Jimin’s cock pounding into him, the constant pressure against his prostate and the dirty talk, Jungkook has been ready to come for a while now. However, he doesn’t dare to. He wasn’t given permission and he’s a good little angel .
“I would have to describe to them how good you feel. The warmth and the way you clench around me, tight like a vice,” now Jimin groans, the mental image mixed with the real feeling do things to him too, it seems.
“And your aura…Red as passion and lust, warm like the fire of hell and the flames of pleasures. Born to be given pleasure to and to give pleasure in return,” somehow, Jimin’s words have Jungkook wishing he was nothing but a toy for the demon to use when needed. Why does he need a working brain, when he can simply be the prince of hell’s toy?
“Little angel ready to fall in the hands of what he really needs,” Jimin’s voice is suddenly next to his ear, hot body covering his naked, winged back.
Jungkook arches into him, bends his body to be as close as he can to Jimin, whose thrusts are intense and mind-numbing.
“Little angel really needs to come, doesn’t he?”
He whines, nodding because he’s lost the capability to speak.
“Then come,” Jimin tweakes his nipples, his pointy nails pinching them just right.
Jungkook shakes and moans as his orgasm is ripped out of him, but he doesn’t have the time to recover. Jimin is lifting him up from under his thighs again, even if the wings make the job hearder. It doesn’t seem like the demon cares, because soon he’s using Jungkook as if he was a flashlight, bouncing him up and down his length. It’s quick paced and his cock reaches deeper, enough for Jungkook to feel it in his tummy.
The only warning Jungkook gets before the demon comes is a deep groan and the cock inside him twitching. It rips a tired moan from his lips.
Jimin comes inside him for what feels like hours. Jungkook is sure his tummy is bloated with the quantity of it.
Soon, Jungkook is on his feet again, but as if in a blink of an eye, he’s dressed and outside the mirror’s house. The only things that let him know it wasn’t all a dream are the plug in his ass, his bloated tummy, the scratches Jimin left and a note in the back pocket of his pants.
Though, he discovers the last one only when he’s back in the hotel room after being teased by his hyung until the park closes.
xxx-xxx-xxx, call me little angel ;)
Jungkook saves the number, hole fluttering around the plug at the idea of a next time.
For sure, no halloween will ever beat this one.