In The Arms Of The Demon | Jikook

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖝𝖙𝖞-𝖔𝖓𝖊

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—The younger couldn't see anything but him. The heat he felt from the other body was almost impossible to endure.

Lips he knew so well roamed all over his naked body.

Those bloodshot eyes always watching his expression from below, as if trying to find all the places that made his angel roll his eyes back.

It had been a while since Jimin had worked the younger boy over, his finger teasing his entrance, but never more.

Jungkook felt so exposed on the bed, muffling his tiny whimpers into the pillow next to him, his eyes already watering.

„Hyung. Just—please, mhh—" The younger numbled to himself, his thighs clenching every second because the demon was vicious, he would go no further than teasing.

The demon completely ignored him again, his lips wrapping around his nipple and nibbling it with his teeth until it was all swollen.

As the younger one kept his head buried in his pillow from embarrassment, he didn't see the wicked smirk the older one had on his face.

Jimin finally moved, his lips now pressed against the younger's neck as he planted tiny kisses there.

„Look at me." The elder whispered in his ear with a demanding voice, not forgetting to kiss it afterwards.

He pulled away and sat properly between his angel's thighs, still gently teasing his entrance with one finger.

Jungkook's lips began to tremble, feeling all the pressure beneath his body, he finally averted his gaze towards the demon.

„Use your words correctly, darling" Jimin said as a small chuckle escaped his throat, studying his beautiful half.

His angel just lay there vulnerably, saliva leaking from the corners of his swollen lips, his eyes teary as a blush covered his entire face.

Jimin's initials on his collarbone that were normally hid under the clothes now fully exposed, prettily decorating his body.

The younger one was now staring into those sharp eyes which were waiting for him to say something, almost as if he was testing him.

Taking a deep breath, he couldn't help but look away, unable to handle the dominating gaze.

„S-Stop—teasing..." Jungkook couldn't help but stutter, his palms gripping the blanket tightly beneath him, almost dying of embarrassment.

In response, the demon gently grabbed his neck while his finger forced the angel to turn his head towards him.

He leaned closer, breathing on the poor boy's flushed face, still keeping his palm on his neck.

„Just a moment ago, you were begging me to please you. Suddenly you're all shy, aren't you?" Jimin remarked with a smirk, his thumb parting the younger's lips.

Only a small whimper could be heard, he was feeling more and more intimidated by every second that passed.

Jungkook finally responded by pressing his lips to the other's—closing his eyes as the two began to make out.

He slid his hand behind the older's nape and pulled him even closer as their tounger played together.

It was all messy, aggressive—almost like the last time they'd kissed.

They both needed each other, hadn't gotten enough touch for so long that they just had to enjoy every second.

The demon couldn't help himself as he squeezed his throat slightly, the poor boy choking on the sudden different pressure on his body.