Chapter 56: A hunger to Satiate
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A/N: Hellllooo
This is late but oh well, I was caught up with stuff.
Anyway...
Content Warning: Mature Audience only.
This following chapter contains explicit content, if so uncomfortable pls skip this whole chapter.
There are few triggering elements;
> (self indulged/imposed) victim blaming
> obvious scandalous deeds despite the said, self imposed victim blaming
> the Devil's evergreen gaslighting traits
> body anatomy changes
> (not triggering but–) hands. Lots of frisky business.
>ungodly amounts of mentioning "cock" yes, thankyou I'd rather die that type sHaFt or MeMbEr of parliament or mAnHooD of the west or some shit like that.
Haha I hope I haven't missed anything.
Recommended Music: (you can play these three over the loop, cause shii too sexci orz <3)
•Heartburn - Wafia
•Trilla- JUNNY
•Boyfriend - Dove Cameron
Happy Reading♡
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Taehyung doesn't recall the last time he had rushed back to his place as a means to escape— or maybe he did. A situation, no less different, prickling at his senses and downing him in embarrassment with the same or perhaps, even greater proportions— Taehyung remembers that awful night, of his desires taking over and it not being reciprocated with the same vigor— it was awful. Embarrassing.
It was so terrible that to keep his pride in check he had to effectively time his travel to Daegu to rid himself off of the experience.
Perhaps, Kim Taehyung, as Detective Kim was an impenetrable rock.
But Kim Taehyung, in his own skin was a very awkward man.
His eyes would dart to details that no one would even bother to see, analyze and reanalyze until the misfortune would come biting him in the ass—
And speaking of misfortunes, this one took the cake.
Taehyung was well aware of his own tolerance, he knows how much liquor he could handle, how much would have him slightly staggering out of the bar, how much would have him letting a stranger hail a cab for him and how much would have him blacked out on the doorstep because he can't find the keys resting in his pockets.
Although, the Detective's profession dampens his alcohol consumption due to circumstances and even if his tolerance is, higher than the rest of the guys who he frequently hangs out with from the Department— doesn't mean that Taehyung is immune to its consequences.
Drunk Kim Taehyung, sounds just as bad as it looks.
And despite the last few instances, Taehyung simply refuses to learn— because oh well, it cannot be worse than sleeping outside for a whole night or walking into a gay bar or accidentally making out with an ex bestfriend who has a big crush on you....
Wrong.
All wrong.
Taehyung slams the door shut and walks into his little residence, taking his shoes off.
He tosses the keys on the table and then begins to pace around the room.
How did I even end up here?!?!
How could I—
Even if Jungkook said he didn't mind it—
This behaviour was nothing but unacceptable coming from him— Taehyung knows.
Taehyung knows.
He wants to deny it, wants to call it out a farce, but he's aware of Jungkook's tendencies of being held at point to spout truth– he knows that that was the truth.
He can't deny it— he can't ask why, can't ask why he wasn't pushed off, can't ask why he wasn't told— that's nothing but victim blaming.
Taehyung knows this.
But still.
But still what— why—
He sinks into his couch, the heels of his hands digging into his eyes and he let's out a frustrated groan.
Even if Jungkook hid this, in light to save him some face— it was still terrible of him to do so. Terrible of himself, to be not known of his actions.
Taehyung spirals into a series of thoughts on how in the world should he be facing the raventte from henceforth.
He didn't even feel this ashamed, after the first time they had screwed around— Taehyung admits.
Taehyung leans back into the seat and dazedly stares at the ceiling, his limbs spread apart.
"Just fucking kill me." He mutters to himself.
He doesn't want to acknowledge it. He doesn't want to look at it.
If he could, he'd throw it in a box and lock it away.
He's sweating, his shirt sticking to his back— perhaps even the couch now.
He suppresses it, ignores it like he had ignored the whole drive— but he can't anymore. His blood was rushing, his chest was heaving and now that he had come to an acceptance what sort of person he was— his mind cleared paths, making way for something even more preposterous and suddenly it was too warm, too uncomfortable— stiffling.
He slaps his hand over his eyes and groans another time, too weak and ashamed to now acknowledge the way his body was reacting.
Taehyung drops his hand, limp on his sides.
Ah... this is it. There's no way I'm getting off on this. He thinks.
Hissing in anger, he jumps to his feet not even glancing at the tent in his pants.
He doesn't have to look at it!!!
Cold shower is what he needs.
Cold shower is what he needs.
Cold wine is exactly what he ne—
Taehyung puts a full stop on his thoughts. He's losing it.
He looks at himself in the mirror and he knows he's losing it.
He grips the sink, but he can only feel gripping smooth lapels under his fingers.
He purses his lips close, teeth in a grit but he can only feel another pair of lips stealing his breath away.
He clenches his eyes shut and all he can see is him.
The way he moves, the way he smirks, the way his lips curve into a grin, the way he tilts his head towards him, leaning in, invading his space, making his own space, caressing him, gentle at first until his grip tightens, he's so close. So close that Taehyung could... can taste the deep whiskey off of him, drink the cologne off of his skin.
His eyelids shoot open, greeted by his own reflection.
Is this what it means to be bewitched by the Devil????
Taehyung wishes to black out— anything would be better than to feel so bone dry horny like some pubescent teen.
He grimaces at his reflection, the blood of his desire taking over his sanity. He wants to relieve it. Relieve himself— but if he'd do that, Taehyung was sure that he couldn't manage to muster enough courage to look at himself in the mirror the next morning.
He let's out a strangled groan, proceeding to unbutton his shirt and to hop into icy cold shower to erase his mind along with his erection. He keeps his thoughts strictly focused, as he unbuckles his belt and drops it to the floor.
He turns away from the mirror and walks back into his bedroom, fiddling in his drawer to find some clean underwear.
He abandons all impure thoughts reaching out to him— but its not so easy when his own body was betraying him, showing him, that it'd be so easy to relieve himself, to rub a quick one out for himself, to prod his fingers in further, to leave him with some of that toe curling pleasure—
Taehyung snaps out of it and harshly pushes the drawer back, the sound resonating through his bedroom.
He's had enough of it!!!
He exhales, making up his mind to head back to the shower that awaited him— but freezes when he sees a figure standing in his bedroom, right across him.
If I'm going to die with a boner— can someone atleast vaporize my body before my friends from the Department find me— Taehyung laments.
And then he gulps.
Why is Jungkook in his room?!?!?!
What is he doing here?!?
Neither speak, as if entranced by each other's eyes.
And then the raventte's deep colored eyes shift lower, running across the sparse of Naked chest— and lower—
Taehyung is suddenly hyperaware and frantic hands slap over his crotch, a futile attempt at hiding it away but Taehyung would take any momentary consolation thrown at him.
"W-What are you doing here? How did you get in?" Taehyung stammers, hoping to distract the Devil who was already striding towards him.
"Remember when you let me in that first day?" He replies but it doesn't answer Taehyung's question— Taehyung's brain simply refuses to put two in two to connect dots— his rationality was once more fleeing.
"...but I see I may have interrupted something—" The Devil preens, now standing a lot more closer than before.
Taehyung flushes "No— now get out!!"
Jungkook clicks his tongue "that's a little harsh Detective Kim. You can't rid the Devil if he is to see you sin hm?"
Taehyung averts his gaze at that, he wants to march his way to the bathroom and take that cold shower. ASAP.
He tries to maneuver his way out but the crafty Devil blocks his path. "Haven't you had your fill of running away today?" There's humor in his tone but there is no smile on his face, it was unsettling.
He begins "Jungkook—"
"Were you going to rub one out for yourself?" The raventte interjects.
Taehyung flushes purple and red, stepping backwards "NO—"
"But you were thinking about it, were you not?" Jungkook looms in, his presence enclosing Taehyung into a tiny box with nothing but the man before him with his overwhelming aura.
Taehyung looks away, from the pair of deep pools of black that apparently seemed to see right through him. Taehyung has never felt so exposed before. "no I was not—" he tries to defend in desperation.
Warmth encloses and suddenly a mouth is beside his ear, hot breath fanning his neck.
"You're a bad liar, Taehyung..." the Devil calls him out and Taehyung stiffens, sensing Jungkook's face dip into the crook of his neck, lips pressing against his sweaty skin.
A warm hand slithers lower and clasps onto his hand that had fixated itself in place to hide the bulge in his pants— and then he moves it away from its guard post leaving the mortal's only other idle hand to defend his pride, but that simply falls short when the Devil grips him by the crotch.
A whimper almost leaves Taehyung's lips, at the sensation as the Devil slowly begins to palm him through his jeans.
"I'm disappointed..." He breathes into the mortal's neck.
"Weren't you going to touch yourself? To palm yourself like this and slowly drag out your pleasure hm?" He flicks his wrist, stroking in a rhythm like caressing the hilt of a sword. Taehyung crumbles.
"I'm sure you thought about fingering yourself too. Imagining them as mine, that it'd be my fingers that were to be thrusting in and out of you hm? I know you'd think of that, now wouldn't you Taehyung?"
"N-No!—" Taehyung bites out when a particular squeeze to his clothed tent sends him reeling, powerless.
"Lie." The Devil whispers, nipping the skin above Taehyung's collarbones and then leans away, his eyes doused with lust and something far more authoritative.
Taehyung sucks in a breath, feeling as if he was stripped and made to stand in the sun. He was embarrassed with how naked he felt— how hot it felt. Taehyung couldn't escape from those brilliant eyes that read him like a magazine.
"Do you know why pleasuring oneself is frowned upon Detective Kim?" Jungkook asks, as his idle hand slithers around the mortal's waist.
He presses himself close to Taehyung and continues, "do you know why the holy texts and the Silver Gates abhorr masturbation, Taehyung???"
Taehyung doesn't know. He truly doesn't know.
He could barely think, his attention completely focused on the hand that remained stationery on his crotch, and the other hand that slipped between his clothed buttocks.
The Devil, craftily times the squeeze on both the ends and a low throaty moan leaves Taehyung's quivering lips. His cock was throbbing, legs almost shaking— he wants it done, for the raventte to grant his release and he pleads for it through his eyes, for his tongue was tied from the overwhelming sensation but Jungkook is adamant in ignoring, skillfully moving his hand away from Taehyung's crotch.
Feeling betrayed, Taehyung's jaw drops a bit— this was too much!!!
The idle hand moves up his chest and decides to rest around his neck, wrapping warmly.
"Because when you use your hands..." he pauses, thumb running in soft circles against the juncture of the mortal's skin, where his pulse could be felt escalating. Jungkook looks up to meet Taehyung's gaze "...you borrow a Demon's mouth."
Taehyung stiffens, eyes wide when the thumb once more catches his bottom lip and tugs it lower.
The Devil leans in, his breath hot and heavy "when you pleasure yourself, one of my underlings from Hell service you...."
He pushes his thumb into Taehyung's mouth, followed by the index and the middle finger.
"Do you understand, what it means Taehyung?" The Devil asks and Taehyung finally sees how dark his eyes were. Shallow red glows amidst the midnight black of his eyes, as if desperately trying to hold back from letting the red consume.
"Its like letting Jimin get down on his knees before you..." The Devil smiles– but it wasn't full and of satisfaction, rather something far more dubious and complex. Dangerous. He prods his fingers some more, almost choking the mortal in the process but then recedes them, now gripping Taehyung's chin.
A deep thrum awakens from Taehyung's chest, mixing with his blood— something about this... seeing this Jungkook.... excites him.
The grip on his chin tightens "Would you like that Taehyung? Jimin on his knees, servicing you with his mouth? To have his tongue around you, swallowing you whole? Would you like that now?"
"No!" The mortified response is as fast as lightening striking earth with no hesitation to hold him back. Taehyung couldn't imagine Jimin— no he doesn't want to imagine it. He has never once considered of Jimin to do that for him– he doesn't want it.
The wicked smile on Jungkook's face widens, but the Devil doesn't let him go yet.
"Ah... I see, but I'm still disappointed knowing you would rather my other Servants service you than you come to me.... " he exhales, clicking his tongue and shaking his head in dismissal "lying and pleasuring oneself... how sinful..."
His hands dart to hold the mortal's waist, fingers clamped around the soft skin.
"Tell me... Taehyung how would you like me to punish you?"
Taehyung's lashes tremble, shameful on being revealed and pride stripped to the bone "Jungkook..." he weakly calls out, equal parts desperate and frustrated. Teased and taunted beyond repair, like a cat who was rubbed the wrong way, Taehyung musters a glare at the raventte.
This settles it and Jungkook grins wide, lips colliding and muffling his breath away. The drawers behind Taehyung's back clatter against their weight, as they continue to make out— fierce and needy.
Taehyung swallows a gasp when he feels a tongue prod it's way in, dancing against his own- wet and twining. Taehyung doesn't let go, he wants this. Oh how he wanted this.
He sucks onto the clever muscle, and then nips onto the raventte's lips, just as hungry.
Jungkook detaches himself, to not smother the mortal and then dives into the crook of his neck, pressing his lips over the skin and leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses.
Taehyung sighs in content with the pace being slowed down, head thrown back as one of his hands made its way to Jungkook's scalp, running it between the dense locks of raven hair. A warm hand rests flat against his abdomen, Taehyung shut his eyes, focusing to not rut against the raventte.
"How did you get in Jungkook?" He asks instead, to distract himself.
"I can invite myself anywhere if the host has once let me in..." Jungkook replies, leaning away from the reddened neck. His thumb nudges against the skin of the Detective's abdomen, closing in to his belly button.
"You were here... the whole time?" Taehyung gasps feeling the palm slide lower, fingers meeting the hem of his jeans.
Taehyung was sweating and throbbing. Even if he appreciated the break from rush, this was too torturously slow for someone who was sporting a raging boner in a pair of jeans.
"I promised you a Night of desires, how could I not follow you?" Jungkook replied with all seriousness, feigning the expression of that of a wronged one as if his deft fingers were not unbuckling the mortal's jeans.
"Promised me? I don't remember giving an approval for this promise of yours..." Taehyung paused sensing the tight hem loosen around his hips. He exhaled a shuddered breath "following is bad... so is watching them unbeknownst to their knowledge, in their own house—"
Cool air hit his thighs and Taehyung felt the immense need to close the distance between himself and the inferno of a man before him.
"You can't blame me Detective Kim..." Jungkook chuckled, his voice deep "my eyes are always watching you, unbeknownst to myself"
My eyes are always watching you, unbeknownst to myself.
Taehyung shudders.
A relam of nightmares and dreams where he was tortured and comforted simultaneously by the burning pair of suns that peers into his soul.
The Devil doesn't let Taehyung think any further, torturous hands slipping into his jeans.
"N-No!—" He warns, gasps and a moment of silence follows.
Taehyung feels steam waft off his head, his face flushed red and eyes rigid, baffled to silence.
The hand slips out and Taehyung wishes he were blinded.
Or maybe he could cut off Jungkook's arm and hurl it out his window—
'Well, well.. Detective Kim, what a pleasant surprise" the Devil chides, examining- marveling at his fingers, that glistened with a thick sticky liquid interlaced between his knuckles.
"To say you came untouc—"
"ENOUGH!" Taehyung yells this time, unable to take it anymore.
Yeah okay. He was horny and holding it in the entire time. It's not his fault that he was teased and played with. Its not his fault that he was kissed and fondled, with being fed wine mouth to mouth. It's not his fault that the Devil looked hot drinking the said wine. It's not his fault. It's not his fault. So what?
So what if it the thought of jumping someone is morally wrong?
So what if the thought of jumping the Devil is morally wrong but exhilarating?
So what if he gets off of it?
So what if his rationality is crumbling?
So what if he's nothing but a pervert?!?!
So damn what?!
"Precious Cargo..." The Devil whispers, tone teasing but soft, hand on the Detective's waist "Where to?" He asks, breath hot against his neck.
Taehyung buries his head into Jungkook's shoulder, eyes shut and fingers clenched around the loose lapels of the ridiculously expensive suit the raventte had worn.
He mumbles incoherently, grumbling something about 'being cruel' and 'unfair'.
The Devil waits, patient with his cleaner hand rubbing soothingly around the mortal's lower back.
In amidst of the chaos of senseless teasing and sexual tension, the moment felt like a window of peace and understanding, no words spoken out loud.
Taehyung opens his eyes, cheeks warm. Eyebrows pulling close and lips holding a gentle pout.
"Bed" he murmurs and the Devil complies, his hand pulling onto the backside of the Detective's thigh, the fabric slipping off slowly and then hikes the mortal up.
A blur is what Taehyung sees and the next moment he's staring at his boring ceiling.
He lowers his eyes to look at something interesting instead.
And oh how interesting it was, with Jungkook resting between his parted legs.
The fabric that barely clung to his waist was now long gone, his legs bare and exposed, leaving him only in the black briefs that had an eyesore of a wet patch on it.
Taehyung grimaces, under Jungkook's watchful eyes. The faint smile on his lips, all the more infuriates him.
What's so funny about this?
Anyone with a body having normal physiological responses can experience this. It's not rocket science!
The ravenette attempts to lean in closer, but a bare foot presses promptly against his chest. Taehyung glares.
Oh to have the authority to trample a King...
Amused at the thought, Jungkook chuckles to himself and looks back up at the Detective, eyes glinting with curiosity.
If it were another, it would have neither of its legs.
Jungkook indulges at the boldness and takes the foot in his hand, thumb pressing into the sole of his feet.
"Clothes." The Detective speaks, voice meek yet firm, weakly trying to pull away his captured leg "off."
Another squeeze to his foot and Taehyung squirms in his bed.
The Devil laughs and drops the leg and settles back on his knees. He takes his time removing the jacket, ridding the cuff links, and unbuttoning several layers of ash grey and black fabrics.
And Taehyung witnesses it all, a strip tease to his eyes, a creation so outworldly and flawless.
Taehyung cowers under the sheer beauty of the man.
And the inferiority returns, the more he stares, the more he realizes how much he lacks. His appearance, simply dims in texture to the Devil's. The King of Hell, was indeed a creature of his own platform.
Although Taehyung has seen the man shirtless, felt him under his palms and breathed into his skin— he never had the opportunity to focus at it from up close.
The last time he had taken it to arms on bed, it was too dark. He barely could see anything. But right now, the picture was as clear as day before him. Face, unchanging with low splinters of red in his irises and lips tugged into a small smile.
Taehyung's eyes run lower, to find the skin unblemished, holding no scars or persistent marrings unlike those that clung to his own skin. Chest bare and firm. Abdomen pulled tight with distinct abs that cut down into the V-lime around the hips.
Except for the trimmings of dark hair running in between and down the Adonis belt, there was no hair elsewhere- muscles taut and overbearing, but his body remained hairless.
Taehyung sucks in a breath, hoping his hairy calves and other bits wouldn't be of discussion.
"Do you wish for me to show how you approached me that night?" The Devil teases leaning in and Taehyung visibly crumbles into the pillow.
"No, I do not—"
"No?" Jungkook quirks an eyebrow up. "well that's not very, upholding-the-justice-y of you Detective Kim" He enunciates each word with the roll of his tongue. He smirks "I'm a victim here afterall..."
Taehyung doesn't respond, eyes fixated on a random wall. He doesn't have to be told over and over again.
He knows alright? He knows!
Jungkook simply chuckles at the defiance and leans in, his crotch pressed against the mortal's and then he goes to grab the man's wrist, pinning them next to his head.
The Devil grins, hips working its way into the damp fabric of the Detective, limpness receding.
"Like this... you pinned me like this, your cock against mine, like I'm nothing but a mere pleasure toy as you continued to rut aimlessly" Jungkook continues, grinding even harder and the mortal gasps under him, writhing.
"It sounds nice, doesn't it?" The Devil hums, pinning both the wrists with the tight grip under one hand while the other slithers lower to tug down the Detective's last piece of fabric. He takes hold of the hardened length and gives a leisure stroke "hm? Making me your personal pleasure toy?"
Taehyung let out a strangled noise.
"Does it empower you Taehyung? Does it overwhelm you with the sheer complexity of this role? Would you like that?" The wicked Devil spouts "...with me stripped off my strength, lying still and pliant for you to ruin. You'd like to defile this poor King of Hell, now wouldn't you Taehyung?"
"Such a brave little merciless mortal, you wouldn't spare the Devil either hm?" Jungkook chides, pressing his thumb over the slit, the pressure building and Taehyung, flushed and frustrated, whines- now losing his mind.
Taehyung moves his hips, trying to chase the release but Jungkook doesn't allow him.
His eyes are glazing over. It was too much. It was really too much.
His accusatory, tear filled eyes, immediately softens the Devil from stirring anymore into the pot of taunts. He's had more than his fill. He'll treasure it for days.
He chuckles and then leans in, deeply kissing the mortal, letting go off his hold lower and the wrists so that he could cup the soft face. Taehyung reciprocates, accepting the olive branch of peace and kisses the male back with equal intensity.
"I'd let you ruin me again and again, Precious Cargo."
Taehyung stares up at Jungkook, heart skipping a beat.
"Even if I'm unconscious, I'd allow you to take my cock out of my pants so that you could pl—"
"AUGH— WHY do you have to be so vulgar?!!?!" Taehyung snaps, horrified at the very thought Jungkook would say something like that— no allow something like that to happen to him— allow him to do... that.
Jungkook laughs "Alright, alright, Detective Kim is the most righteous mortal I have ever met. He'd absolutely never do anything like that."
Taehyung narrows his eyes, aroused and infuriated at the same time.
It sounds like he's still taunting him.
"Tell me you have lube lying around here." Jungkook cuts in, dangerous hands running across the expanse of his body.
Taehyung purses his lips and then looks away, hyperaware of the fingers drawing closer to his buttocks "the bathroom." He replies monotonously.
Jungkook clicks his tongue, muttering something about, keeping the contents in convenient places — as black mist starts pouring out of his frame and slithers down the floor.
Taehyung can't see much, being lain over the bed but he addresses the door to his bathroom faintly opening even further than he had left it as before.
In no less than a minute, Jungkook swoops over the side of the bed and picks up a little bottle. He unscrews the lid and proceeds to pour the contents onto his fingers, a little bit of the cold gel slipping past his knuckles and falling straight onto Taehyung's skin.
The Detective jerks, a low hiss leaving his lips.
He squirms at the sensation of cold fingers prodding at the opening between his buttocks. It's slow and odd- uncomfortable even.
Silence hung into the air, except for the faint scandalous sounds from below. Taehyung closes his eyes, to shut off the obvious quiet and possibly the demeaning squelchs.
He shifts his body, flattening his spine against the mattress to let the fingers places where he most wants it to be— but something seemed off.
The more he pushed forward, more did the fingers back away.
What the hell's Jungkook doing? He's been teasing and taunting and ridiculing him all evening and now he's gone all quiet and somehow is still keeping up with his antics—
Taehyung brainstorms.
"Tell me Taehyung..."
Taehyung regrets.
"... have you touched yourself before?"
The Detective's eyes snap open.
Is this about masturbating equalling to letting the Demon give head to you again?!?!
He is 28. He's had sex. And ofcourse he's touched himself on driven nights. So have the 80% of the population. Is this going to be about ending up in hell? He's going to hell eitherway. He has killed a man. He has almost sold his soul. He has had sex with the Devil. What about it?!?!
Taehyung doesn't voice out his inner monolog— there wasn't anything sensible running up there anyway.
And why was Jungkook so hung up about that of all the things?!?!?
"That's a silly question, ofcourse you must have..." Jungkook continues instead, shaking his head and then leans in, his fingers at a halt by the rim.
The raventte inhales deeply into the mortal's neck and Taehyung stiffens. They was something purely primal about the way Jungkook's hot and heavy breaths, stings his skin. It escalates his heart, like a prey in its predator's cave.
It's tantalizing and electrifying— a faint terror of feeling softened lips mouthing at his throat.
Taehyung doesn't recall what it feels like. It must hurt a lot. But the teeth never sink in.
The Devil speaks instead, a sniff to the air and the resting fingers begin to work its way inside "you met someone... the girl."
The girl?
Taehyung frowns a little. He met so many people today. He can't keep track of what specific individual did Jungkook trace out of his neck when the only thing he could focus on the fingers that dragged closer to his prostrate.
"Kim Jennie." Jungkook pulls away, knuckles deep inside Taehyung.
"How was it?" He asks, trimmed nails brushing past the bundle of nerves that makes Taehyung jerk, pupils blown wide.
"W-what?" He gasps, confused and delirious. Seeing there was no response from the other side, Taehyung squeezes through his brain cells for an answer "she's okay.... she returned just t-today"
"Hmm..." Jungkook hums, eyes dark. "How was she?"
Taehyung frowns even more.
Didn't he just say that she was okay?
What game is Jungkook playing again?
"–since she seems to be wanting to be all over you..." The Devil presses his index fingers straight up against the part that left the mortal writhing the most.
Taehyung's spine arches, feeling the pressure build up again. He easily manages to reply "W-what?"
The Devil smiles, insincere as he continues working his fingers inside and out of the Detective hitting the spot with each drag, leaving the man breathless.
"Dont you know she has crush on you?" Jungkook preens.
Taehyung squints up to look at him "n-no.. I don't. I don't understand–"
"Yeah sure she's greatful for surviving" he rolls his eyes "but I've seen her trying to muster up her courage to ask you out—" He pauses, studying Taehyung's face "and I'm guessing.... she finally managed it today."
That was just dinner.
Dinner that he asked to be rescheduled because he had plans with the asshole who was knuckles deep inside him now.
"She's.. she's just a colleague—" Taehyung tries to explain. It's true. They're just colleagues. He's literally her Senior.
But the fingers that were so eager on granting him his release earlier, come to a whole pause.
There was something uneasy about the way Jungkook stares at him. The sheer intensity in his eyes and the wicked smile on his lips, just makes him look so damn..... inconsiderate.
"We were once colleagues." He says, as if wanting to correct what Taehyung had just replied with.
Taehyung narrows his eyes.
Yeah but that doesn't mean he's going to fuck every one of his colleagues—
Taehyung pauses, looking back up at Jungkook's eyes that glimmered with red splinters in his pupils.
"Oh you're not doing this." Taehyung whispers to himself and feels the tension crack.
Jungkook doesn't seem so overbearing now.
"Doing what?" The Devil scoffs, trying to pull away but Taehyung quickly closes the distance between them, legs encircling the other whilst an idle hand grabbing onto Jungkook's arm.
"You always do this!" Taehyung retorts, baffled.
"Do what?!" Jungkook returns, even more so baffled with being exposed.
"This. Whatever you're doing. Whatever this is called. I've seen you do it with Jimin."
"Why are we talking about Jimin?" Jungkook rolls his eyes again.
"Why are we talking about Jennie?" Taehyung scoffs, and pushes his weight in when the male tries to escape, flopping them over.
Shame discarded, Taheyung straddles the man underneath him, sitting right below where his abdomen met the pelvis.
"Why shouldn't we? She asked you out didn't she?" Jungkook tilts his head to the side.
"Yet I'm here, am I not?!"
Taehyung's breaths are heavy. Why was Jungkook being so difficult?
The tension releases and an easy smile creeps over Jungkook's lips.
"Im flattered, Detective Kim, so you agree to choose me over her?"
Taehyung swears he could eat a brick—
Annoyed, he huffs instead "and so you agree, you're jealous over this?"
Jungkook scoffs at that, in disbelief "Jealous? Jealous who?"
Taehyung gives up, slumping over, arousal completely washed away.
"But..." Jungkook begins and he's now once more flipped over, the Detective lying on the bed whilst the raventte's looms above him.
"If me wanting you to be hidden away from all worthless eyes that fumble and inch over to catch a passing look at you counts as being jealous— then perhaps... I am jealous, Taehyung."
"If you'd allow me, I'd entrap you in my blood. Where I could keep you safe and away from nusisance. You needn't worry about anything. I'd feed you, I'd bathe you, I'd bed you all day and night. There wouldn't be anyone to interrupt us. Not Jimin, not Namjoon, the angels, the Demons, humans, dead or undead..."
Jungkook pauses, looking at the startled look in the mortal's eyes.
Ah.. he's done it again.
"I said, only if you'd allow me" he corrects himself, feeling the Detective's heartbeat rise under his palm.
He doesn't delve into keeping a conscience of the words that escape his lips and so on he proceeds to take the Detective's arousal into his hands to stroke him, with quick and measured tugs.
The Detective tips his head back, spine arching once more. Skin flushed red, with bottom lip caught between his teeth.
Oh how enticing, the Devil admires.
So beautiful... so sinful... all for him. All by him.
Jungkook licks his lips, mind reeling and puts up the pressure onto the slit of the man's cock the same time as he plunges his fingers into his hole.
The mortal let's out a pretty cry, shaking under his ministrations and Jungkook feels his own boxers tighten like a cage.
With each thrust and curl of his fingers he presses against the nub that is rewarded by a moan.
Jungkook watches, almost delirious, the taste of this image, of Detective Kim writhing from pleasure because of him— tasting sweeter than any Silver Gates that could rise to skies.
He presses his thumb into the slit, feeling the cock throb in his palm, edging the Detective into madness.
And then he let's go, with an angled thrust of knuckles to have white ribbons flying out.
Spent from the high, Taehyung's body melts into the mattress. He watches Jungkook through his lashes, barely keeping up, dazed out of his mind.
He follows slowly, as the raventte lifts up his legs and folds it in to drape it over his shoulders. He pushes his way in whilst one of his hands tugs at his boxers to rid them off.
Taehyung is now once more hyperaware, eyelids shooting open.
He looks upon at the muscle and stiffens.
He remembers what if felt like under his palms— the thickness and the girth, the veins on its underside, the shell of the tip— but he couldn't see in actuality how big this monstrosity was...
The Devil truly was in his own league, for no mortal would or— should possess a weapon like this.
It looked just as thick and long as it felt under his touch from the first night. The color was a shade deeper adorning marked veins throbbing against the skin. It bobbed, now fully aroused, it stood tall with beads of white breaking out from the tip.
Taehyung sweats.
There's no way this thing was inside him.
There's simply no way.
"J-Jungkook—" he stutters.
"Hm?"
It's going to tear. It's going to tear. It's going to tear.
Taehyung clenches his eyes shut and shakes his head, hands gripping the sheets to mentally prepare himself for the intrusion.
He feels the head nudge at his entrance and feels all color drain away.
"Taehyung... may I implore you with my thoughts?" A voice grunts above him.
"It might not be something you might want to know in this position, but I think you should."
Taehyung squints his eyes open only to find a pair of lustul eyes intensely watching him.
Might not want to know?
He pauses to think.
But it sounds like it's important.....
Taehyung visibly winces when the tip of Jungkook's cock presses inside him. He gasps, hands flying to grip Jungkook's arms.
"Gah!— Y-Yeah??"
The Devil slowly begins to rock back and forth, making his way in with each push.
"Do you know why I wake up with multiple people after sex?"
Taehyung grimaces.
Makes sense why he was told it might be something he might not want to hear.
He doesn't have to hear about the past sexual endeavors. He doesn't!
Taehyung looks up to see if he could find amusement in Jungkook's face, only to see seriousness.
Is this topic relevant?????
"Because you're a playboy?" Taehyung snaps, a little annoyed.
Jungkook gasps at that, hips stopping but then he chuckles and relaxes, rolling his hips more efficiently.
"Perhaps... but there's another reason—" he replies, taking hold on Taehyung's hands and giving a tight squeeze.
Taehyung lets out a low whine and a hiss of pain, but there's a brutal itch starting to grow on the inside that he wants to be scratched. He lifts his hips a little to meet with the shallow thrusts and moans, walls tightening and toes curling.
He senses Jungkook pull out, leaving only the tip in.
"Its just that... " he pauses, squeezing the Detective's hands.
And Taehyung waits, anticipates, for it to come throttling down.
"I'm insatiable."
And so it does and Taehyung lets out a sound that comes close to a shriek.
His head was reeling, his orgasm right around the corner, tauting his muscles.
He huffs in a breath but Jungkook barely lets him have a break, continuing to snap his hips into him.
"What... how– why– did we.. why did you" Taehyung mumbles, not sure what to do with this information. Not really sure where he should even be focusing.
But Jungkook quickly grasps onto what he meant to say.
"Oh that night? Hah... how could I tell you that I have a voracious sexual appetite and expect you to stay still? You may have bailed out, considering— ah your running tactics Detective Kim—"
"I would have been devastated if you had left mid way" The Devil feigns a woeful sigh only to switch to a mischievous grin.
Taehyung moans for a response, his throat a slave to his desires that Jungkook granted him.
"You have to take the responsibility now... Taehyung" he whispers against his lips as he grounds even harder, the bed creaking.
Taehyung's legs shake, as the pace fastens.
Each thrust leaving a delicious stretch.
"You have to drive my hunger away." Jungkook rasps, nipping the mortal's ear lobe, and then licks it. His irises sparking up, the red consuming them.
His lips hover back to Taehyung's and then he kisses it, breath warm. His hands move to maneuver the Detective's legs lower, to wrap it around his torso instead and then tugs onto Taehyung's waist so that their chests align, leaving no place on between to separate them.
Taehyung's legs lock around the body as his hands dig into the lock of raven hair, grunting with each time Jungkook's cock hit his prostrate.
"Taehyung" He whispers against his lips and kisses him deeply, hips snapping below to let out the most scandalous sounds.
His tongue invades Taehyung's mouth, wet and firm, dancing around his own. Taehyung moans, voice muffled, but then a startled noise escapes from him, when he senses something different.
The wet muscle in his mouth that was firm few seconds ago— now seemed to take up more space, still firm and wet, yet...
A human tongue can't possibly wrap around another—
He looks up at the red irises in desperation, to know what's in his mouth— but the Devil doesn't detach himself, instead the tongue lengthens and moves further into his mouth, deeper into his throat.
Taehyung feels tears prickle at the corner of his eyes.
The intrusion on both ends, felt like he was being torn from inside out.
He could taste it, the saliva and the whiskey— but this is not...
It felt like he was giving head. The muscle although narrower— the sensation didn't feel any less that a cock in his mouth.
He swallows, tears running down his cheeks. The sounds of their brutal pace filling his ears and Taehyung bobs his head, almost naturally, as if instinct and marvels at the burn.
He only so harshly taps at Jungkook's shoulder, when he feels a sensation of gagging throttling up his throat and only then does Jungkook pull away from his mouth.
Taehyung breathes in bouts of air, chest heaving.
He glances down at his cock and the fluids splayed on his and Jungkook's abdomen.
Did he just orgasm? Again?
Jungkook was still sheathed inside him, something seem to overflow on the insides and sp— oh.
On realization that they both had orgasmed, Taehyung licks his lips, pupils blown "what.. what was that? Your.. your tongue.."
The Devil chuckles at that, shoulders relaxing.
He leans to press his lips to Taehyung's brow and then pulls out, agonizingly so for Taehyung to quickly come to miss the fullness.
Jungkook's cum drips down and out of the entrance and onto the mattress, staining the sheets. Holding no regards to the sodden sheets, he flips the mortal onto his abdomen.
Taehyung makes a noise of surprise, addressing his surroundings more clearly, the orgasm high receding. His insides now felt rather sore and.... wet.
Face against his pillow he peers sideways to look up at the Devil, who licks his lips, sharp canines peeking through.
The Devil smirks.
"There's still a lot you do not know about me Detective Kim, I suppose you should set out to investigate how my body works..." He responds, his raven hair in a disarray, covering half of his eyes, only red glimmering it's way out.
He grabs Taehyung by his waist and lifts up his hips.
The Detective grunts, equal parts startled and tired
The raventte holds him close, entering him once more. His entrance, taking him in with ease.
Taehyung sinks his face into the pillow, fingers curling on the sides.
He bites back his moans, sounds of skin slapping reaching to his ears and his ears burn.
There was something shameful about this position.
Something... purely animalistic.
He hides into the pillow, but he feels overwhelmed with the sensations– the way his nerves fire up, the scent in the air, the mattress, the scent over his skin, the way he could feel Jungkook inside him, throbbing and stretching, pushing in even further and pressing against his prostrate.
Taehyung can't close his jaw, drool dribbling down his chin.
He feels a hand wrap onto his nape and push him into the pillow, thrusts now far more sharper and angled.
Taehyung cries out, voiceless.
He's spent. He feels so raw, but the fire inside him just refuses to die.
Like a pervert, he feels his arousal return– he's tired. He's so tired. He could sleep if he'd make his mind up about it, but his body refuses. His mind refuses.
The fact that if he'd close his eyes, he'd wake up to it all being over makes his heart stir.
He doesn't want this to be over.
The grip around his nape tightens and Taehyung breathes harshly, glancing up at the raventte who plunged into him mercilessly.
And he sees it, caught in a trance, he watches Jungkook's toned body, head tipped back and lips caught between his teeth, eyebrows scrunched into concentration. His grunts are heavy and deep, jugular exposed, his throat bobbing.
It was lovely how he was so vocal.
Taehyung keens at that.
He feels a shot of pleasure strike him.
He's why, Jungkook looks like this right now.
It's his doing.
Taehyung buries his face into the pillow.
"Ah... Jungkook.. Jungkook.. please... I'm—" he calls out, in desperation.
Hearing that, the Devil lowers himself and drapes against the mortal, chest flush to his back, spine arching. One of his arms wrap over his shoulders right below his throat on the front and pulls back, angling his hips at the same time.
Taehyung's mouth falls open, face flushed.
"Not yet." Jungkook rasps next to his ear and proceeds to wrap the mortal's eyes with his palm as he continues to furiously fuck into him.
Blinded, all Taehyung could do is feel.
Feel his insides opening, the pressure building.
It was agonizing to not see, but this angle delivered the strongest thrusts that had him fisting the sheets in desperation.
"Please.. please.. I'm so close—" Taehyung sobs, wet lashes fluttering against the firm palm.
"I said, Not. Yet." He enunciates, voice deep and gruff, his teeth in a grit and thrusts in sharply.
Taehyung cries out, feeling the cock inside him, the veins scraping on the his inside walls.
"Ah.. ah ah ahg— Jun—" Taehyung chokes at the hand that slides underneath to grip the base of his cock.
The stimulation coming to a pause, the warmth gushing into his stomach.
"Jungkook please—"
The Devil hoarsely grunts, hissing with teeth bared, focused to chase his release.
"Only you.. only you—" he mutters, his voice downed over by the mortal's desperate pleas.
"Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung Taehyung—" The Devil chants, like a prayer that's inscribed onto stone. A prayer that wouldn't be rid off to several centuries.
Down on his knees, crouching over, he prays.
He prays with each thrust, calling out in desperation.
The black mist on the floor flares up in a frenzy, sensing it's Master's disturbed, raging blood.
"you— just you." He rasps and sinks his teeth into the curve of the mortal's shoulder in a fit of release.
Hands loosen and the Detective comes with a loud cry, as does Jungkook, spilling deep into the mortal who slackens against the mattress.
Jungkook rides out his orgasm, against the boneless man who seemed to have melted into the sheets and then he pulls out, slowly. Eyes glimmering with pride as he watches his spent seed dribble out of the Detective's ass.
The Detective however, doesn't move an inch– driven to sleep from the exhaustion.
The black mist begins to move, to get down to its work whilst Jungkook admires the sight before him.
Welts of purple and red, resting on the Detective's hips whilst his face and torso remained flushed against the pillows.
His red irises flicker to the indentations on the shoulder and his expression hardens almost immediately. He sighs and picks up the damp towel that his mist had fetched for him and dutifully begins to clean up the Detective.
Like a devotee, cleaning the sculpture of his God, the Devil wipes the mortal clean.
Hands careful and gentle all the way to the end.
He briefly detaches himself from the mortal's side and goes to the kitchen, to fetch some water.
The residence was empty as it was before.
Good that Jimin took his advice and decided to stay out—
He hums to himself and then walks back into the bedroom with a glass of water.
He settles down on the bed and gathers the mortal man into his arms, seating him between his legs.
Head cradled against his bare chest, Jungkook softly pats the Detective's cheek
"Taehyung..." he calls out, tone soft "Detective Kim, please have some water—"
Taehyung stirs a little, weakly registering the voice and complies, opening his mouth as Jungkook helps him with the water.
The Detective silently drinks it as told, eyes barely open and drifting off to sleep as soon as he was done drinking the glass of water.
Jungkook caresses his cheek, tucking stray strands of hair behind his ear. He smiles a little to himself, sensing the peaceful rhythm of the man's heart.
He hovers his fingers over the teeth indentations, the wound raw and reddening. It wasn't deep enough to break skin, but it would for sure turn into a nasty bruise the following morning.
He lowers his lashes, and gently caresses the Detective's cheeks once more.
"Forgive me, Detective Kim" He mumbles. Hands touching up to the man's upper thighs and then his abdomen. It rests for a minute at the scarring left behind by the bullet wound from the Geomjeongbaem case. It then moves on to touch another faint bullet wound scarring inflicted serveal years ago. And then it comes to rest on his smooth neck.
Jungkook watches, lips pursed. His thumb nudges the skin where he could feel the pulse.
The Devil leans in and presses his lips to Taehyung's eyebrow.
"Heal." He whispers and white light attaching itself to the mortal man in different sets of strands.
Heal.
Heal.
Forget all that hurts.
The teeth indentations disappear as do the angry finger prints against the tanned skin. The scarring however remain, but the rest disappear.
He kisses the man once more, lips softly pressing to Taehyung's.
"Sweet dreams, Detective Kim." He whispers, lips hovering over the mortal's, holding him close in his arms as he lies down on the bed.
Warmth shared, Jungkook beams. Fingers leisurely running across Taehyung's scalp and the mortal softly hums in satisfaction.
You... only you.
Only you can satiate me.
The words remain unspoken.
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Author's Note:
Mmmmmm.
Well. That's that I guess?
Strictly speaking, the events in this story is purely fiction and to cater the ideas of keep a fictitious e-rated book on going. Do not think getting off on the thought of having assaulted someone is a thing— that is NASTY. Absolutely deranged streak, if you ask me. The sort of streak that needs you to get checked up on, if you have it.
But THIS is fiction and this author is allowed to bullshit her way for content, so do not take any of it seriously or for inspiration (Devil cookies, now why would you even do that—)
!Ahem! Peak bitchless behaviour but whatever haha I love the Devil gaslighting my cuties.
Anyway,
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Author: Hello and welcome to the Two braincells Talkshow! I'm your host, the Author and today we have very important guests to grace us this beautiful night, let's give it up for the dashing handsome, Doctor slash Celestial, Min Yoongi and the ever stunning, the talk of all realms, Detective, Kim Taehyung!!!"
*cue applause*
Author: I cannot explain, how thrilled I am to meet you both. Even the crowd outside is going crazy and wow! you're both stunning even up close— sheesh, I feel out of place now.
Taehyung: *chuckles* now you're going overboard with the compliments.
Author: *laughs* truth is all I speak for, I swear! And so I must say, you're both drop dead gorgeous and out for throats as per today's live chat. And true it is!
Yoongi: well, I must confess that I'm surprised the most here if I'm on the same category as Taehyung in terms of looks in the show—
Yoongi: considering my screen time only consisted of running, throwing up, bleeding, screaming, almost dying—multiple times that too.... the whole time I was either sweating like a pig or trying to push my guts back into my body—"
Author: true to that too, but you looked no less than sexy, I assure you. *laughs*
Author: *clears throat* well the new episode just dropped and I must say... it's really something, now ain't it?
Taehyung: senseless fan servicing is all that I see.
Author: pfthaha that's one way to put it.
Author: but I'm curious, the Devil is very clever with words. How did you sought him out in that steamy scene?
Taehyung: it was obvious, I've seen Jimin sulk to ends of days when on recieving ends.
Yoongi: *shaking his head* talk about Master Manipulator manipulating a rising Master Manipulator.
Yoongi: family drama, family trauma gives me fucking headaches. I need coffee.
Author: *chuckles nervously* I wouldn't say that out loud.
Yoongi: at this point, I wouldn't even be surprised.
Author: *laughing* anyway, Taehyung, the fans are desperately waiting for a confession scene, could we remain hopeful for some food like that? You could, perhaps, dropf some hints– I don't know maybe?
Taehyung: *camera pans in and zooms* ah... dear fans of The Devil....
Taehyung: please, do kindly, give up.
Author: *blinks* that's it?
Taehyung: I haven't read the script to the end, the Director keeps changing it.
Yoongi: honestly I don't remember shit from the script.
Taehyung: I don't even read the script anymore.
Yoongi: All I know is I keep dying and coming back.... like that 1% of germ that can't be removed.
Taehyung: pft same–
Yoongi: really, don't ask me about the script or the ending, I barely make it to the last arc—
Taehyung: yeah no shit. We're just going with whatever comes our way now.
Yoongi and Taehyung: *laughing* just wingin' it!
Author: oh haha, well atleast I hope the Director's changing the last bits for good then—
*silence*
Author: riiiiiiight. Let's have a break—
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Lol bye.
Thanks for all the love and patience.
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Love,
J