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"In the name of the moon, I call upon thee. 

With the essence of blood of pure, I submit my soul. 

For time and worship, I give you my name."

Knife cutting into his palm, vibrant blood spilling from the wound, Jungkook squoze his hand into a fist and watched the liquid drip. 

Steadily, red fizzled away in the light of the candle placed before him, each drop feeding the flame, deepening the burn and the colour.

Yellow turned orange and orange turned red and red darkened until the flame looked like blood itself.

"I, Jeon Jungkook, summon the one they call Lust."

Spells such as these required a magnitude of energy - the withering life force that souls in a cemetery would offer, the light of a full moon that bathed his altar, and the flowers of Damiana, Heather, Hibiscus, and Queen Anne’s Lace that circled the candle. All flowers that represented lust, ensuring the spell would be effective.

Jungkook was confident.

He had read thousands of spell books, listened to cantations a million times and had performed his own rituals more times than he could count. None were of this scale, Jungkook had never quite summoned something so powerful in all his years of being a witch, but that didn't cause his hands to shake or his heart to quicken.

No, the cause of those ministrations was the fact Jungkook was using his own blood to summon a Lust Demon. 

Not unprecedented, but certainly rare. Even a suicide mission. 

However, Jungkook did not care of what his coven spoke of - the risks of cruelty and sadism. 

If anything, Jungkook hoped for them.

So, Jungkook let his eyes fall shut, mind drifting briefly to the Angelica Root trapped inside the locket around his neck - a powerful protection herb within the silver necklace that was engraved with the apotropaic symbol of three overlapping circles in the shape of a triangle. 

That gave Jungkook some peace of mind.

Though he may be alone, inside of an abandoned crypt at midnight, Jungkook had his protective magic - his apotropaic magic. 

Then, Jungkook was allowing himself to lean closer to the candle, lips pulled together as he blew out the flame in one swift motion.

The fire vanished instantly, leaving behind the drops of his own blood that created the image of a flame, flickering and moving as though it was fire.

Luckily light remained, the crypt drowning in candles that Jungkook had set up earlier - some large that would burn for hours, and some that were already creating pools of wax as they clung onto life. 

Jungkook liked the former candles the best. Though he was brave, Jungkook wasn't a fool and to leave oneself in the dark with a Demon was nothing short of insanity.

It was the temperature that unsettled Jungkook the most - the bitter cold that nipped at his skin, like claws dragging down his arms and linking his body in goosebumps.

Yet, it all grew worse when those goosebumps began to disappear. Jungkook found himself missing the cold when the room slowly began to heat up. 

As it did so, the blood that formed the flame at the center of the altar slowly began to melt. Crimson ran down the wicker of the candle until it looked as though red drops of wax had hardened over time.

All of a sudden, Jungkook was in pain.

It was hot - not warm but burning, not uncomfortable, but unbearable. 

The cut that had been nothing more than a sting before, was now throbbing. 

It pulsed through every vein of his body until Jungkook was sure it wasn't just his hand that ached, but every artery, every cell. 

Then, as though Jungkook had been imagining the entire thing, it simply stopped.

Pain no longer existed to Jungkook - the cut wasn't even bleeding anymore. It was nothing but soft, unblemished skin, ready to be marked again.

"Innocent one."

An inaudible gasp fell from Jungkook's lips - weak and scared and submissive.

Though Jungkook's eyes looked up, he had this inexplicable, innate need to keep his eyes on the ground. It felt like he wasn't worthy of knowing the owner of that voice, it felt like he needed permission to even move within their presence.

As Jungkook denied all instinct and met dark, demanding eyes, it became unnaturally obvious to him that he was still on his knees.

Once again, deep down, Jungkook felt like that was his place before the owner of eyes forged in sin.

"You call upon me, innocent one. Yet I see no reason for my presence."

Came the voice of Lust - melodic in a way Jungkook had never heard before. Listening to the Demon speak was like listening to someone sing. This was a voice rumoured to lure humans and witches alike to their downfall. And in this moment, Jungkook knew all those rumours to be true.

"I-" Jungkook took a deep breath. He could do this. "I have summoned thee for myself."

The Demon stared. No, they evaluated.

Their eyes lined Jungkook's body, drawing out every second like he was a source of amusement. Every single body part was thoroughly picked apart by the time the Demon's eyes met Jungkook's again.

Jungkook's heartbeat quickened, his eyes begged to look down but Jungkook refused to fall victim to the power before him.

"Where is my sacrifice?" The Demon asked without even looking around the room, as though he knew its contents just from being within its walls.

"Sacrifice?" Jungkook echoed in a whisper, horror evident in his blown pupils and parted lips. 

"The virgin, young witch." The Demon began flatly, sending a shiver down Jungkook's spine. He shouldn't be alarmed, of course the Demon would know who he was - what he was. Along with that, however, came knowledge of how to hurt Jungkook. 

"Don't worry, innocent one." The Demon almost smiled, as though they could read Jungkook's thoughts. "I have no desire to kill a witch today."

"T-thank you." Jungkook was whispering before he even breathed, unaware as to where those words had come from. Thanking a Demon for not killing him wasn't Jungkook's usual behaviour. 

There was something about this Demon, however. Something that made Jungkook feel.

He stood in silence, a black suit hugging his body as though it was made for them. Every curve, every line, looked like a second skin. However, the Demon's true skin was visible beneath the low cut suit jacket - pale and unblemished. A silver body chain disappeared beneath the black fabric, wrapping around their neck and catching candle light over their hips. 

Nothing compared to his eyes - dark pools that weren't black, but... empty. Like a void that would pull someone in if they stared for too long. The colour black returned in the Demon's hair, parted in the middle and falling almost softly over his eyes. As they looked down, the black locks appeared to gleam red in the light. 

Jungkook was still on his knees. 

"My sacrifice, young witch." The Demon said again and this time it felt like a warning.

"I do- don't hav-"

"You don't think I know how to summon myself?" 

Jungkook closed his mouth instantly, the Demon's tone calm yet pointed, instilling obedience within Jungkook with every syllable.

"I only answer to the call of virgin's blood on a full moon." Something akin to a smile tempted the Demon's lips as he drawled, "I know... all very dramatic, but I don't make the rules. At least I'm not as high maintenance as some." 

Once more, Jungkook would swear he saw amusement on the Demon's face but he could only hold eye contact for a few seconds at a time before looking away again, unlike the Demon that hadn't looked away once.

"Envy Demons demand the blood of a pure soul and trust me, innocent one," This time, when Jungkook's eyes met their's, he couldn't look away, "Those are much harder to come by."

For a second longer, or perhaps an eternity, the Demon simply stared. The Demon simply invaded every single corner of Jungkook's mind until he felt naked - exposed and bare and still on his knees.

"So..." The Demon began, eyes finally leaving Jungkook to flicker around the crypt but it didn't feel like he had been released. "Where is my virgin?"

"O-oh.... I-" Eyes falling shut, hands nervously playing with each other in his lap, Jungkook licked over his lips and took a deep breath. It didn't quite fill his lungs. "I used... my own blood."

For some debilitating reason, Jungkook's not sure it was even his choice, his eyes fell open and looked up to the Demon. The Demon who was now staring even more intently, if possible. 

Their eyes traced Jungkook until the latter was sure he must be naked - somewhere, among the pain and the pleasure of looking into their eyes, the Demon must have stripped him bare. 

A satisfied smirk slowly pulled into plump lips, making Jungkook shiver, until it was melting into a small, mocking pout.

"You're a virgin?"

"Y-yes." Jungkook swallowed, heart thumping and cheeks burning. 

"What's a virgin doing summoning a Lust Demon?" 

Something flickered behind their eyes, something that Jungkook wanted to name fascination.

"I'm... I need your help."

There it was again. That fascination. Though this time it swirled with amusement. 

"Help?" The Demon echoed in a tone that made Jungkook feel helpless, like asking for it was a reason for denial.

"Oh, innocent one." They sighed, almost sounding sympathetic as they stepped closer, looking down through long lashes at Jungkook. 

He felt so small, so insignificant and weak. So special. Like he was breakable, and that made it so imperative he was held safely in the Demon's hands. 

"I do not toy with those who break easily." 

Jungkook was left to wonder if the Demon could see his thoughts as well - like he really was bare and exposed before him in every sense of the word.

"I will allow you this mercy." He began and Jungkook already wanted to thank him for their kindness. 

"Run away and touch yourself whilst your body is still yours. If not..." Voice so even it was unsettling, they warned, "I may take it, my virgin."

And Jungkook knew he should listen. He wanted to listen. 

Every fiber of Jungkook's being screamed at himself to just listen - run away and continue to writhe in his own sheets, under his own touch. 

And yet... "N-no."

The Demon remained calm, almost smirking as though they had anticipated that answer all along, as they echoed, "No?"

"I summoned you." Though idiotic, a surge of confidence flooded Jungkook's veins, carried through adrenaline and what was quite possibly fear. "Me."

"I have not just studied how to summon your kind but how to destroy you as well. If you will not help me, Lust Demon, I-" Some of that confidence wavered before Jungkook squared his shoulders, straightened his back, and took a deep breath. "I will ensure you regret it." 

For the smallest break in time, Jungkook thought he had won.

Then, a smile ghosted the Demon's lips and he was dropping into a crouch. Fabric struggled over thick thighs, silver rings glinted in the candle light as the Demon slowly twisted them around his long fingers. Everything went so slow - every movement torturous, every breath amplified, every thought unformed.

Jungkook had not won. Far from it.

A hand clutched his jaw before the Demon was even sparing him the respect of looking. Like it was nothing more than an afterthought, like Jungkook was nothing more than an afterthought. Fingers pressed into either side of his jaw with debilitating pressure, the skin surely red already as it ached. 

Letting the pain accumulate for a moment, like he was waiting for the punishment to be worthy, the Demon finally granted Jungkook the luxury of looking into their eyes.

When they spoke, their voice was just as their eyes - sharp and ascendant.

"I am an immortal being. You are nothing more than a...." Eyes flickered over Jungkook's face, condescending and consuming until a word fell past plump lips, so perfect that Jungkook even wanted to nod in confirmation, "Gift. Something created for my amusement and pleasure."

The grip around his jaw tightened, even pulling Jungkook closer so that he was forced to look in the Demon's eyes, every word engraved into his skin.

"If I tell you to run, you run. If I forbid you from speaking, you dedicate your life to silence. If I so much as click my fingers, you will fall to your knees."

"Yes, Master." Jungkook had whimpered before he even knew. 

The pain in his jaw was overwhelming and Jungkook was falling deeper into those eyes with every second and the only thing he could do was submit.

Like the demon was reading Jungkook's thoughts again, they silently surveyed his unwavering eyes before a light scoff fell past their lips.

The hand left Jungkook's jaw in a harsh and sudden motion, causing his head to fall to the side. Instantly, the overwhelming urge to ask for more overcame Jungkook.

"Virgins..." The Demon waltzed away to his original position, in front of a large stone table that had housed numerous of Jungkook's altars in the past. Back to Jungkook, they finished, "You're all pathetic. 

A small part of Jungkook wanted to deny that statement, but the Demon hadn't given him permission to speak.

"I suppose I'm expected to touch you?"

Jungkook could only see their back as a finger slowly traced over the large, stone table, a palm meeting the surface before the Demon withdrew all together.

"You think yourself worthy of my hands?" 

They spoke once more before turning around, Jungkook instinctively shrinking in on himself.

"A desperate little virgin like you."

As though the returned sight of Jungkook brought them inspiration, the Demon was smiling again in a mocking fashion, amusement laced through every little scoff and smirk.

"Please, you're barely worth playing with. You'd probably cum before I could even make you cry."

"N-no I wouldn't." Jungkook argued desperately, almost feeling like tears were about to well in his eyes. "I- I can take it."

"Oh, you can, can you?" The Demon challenged with raised brows, leaving Jungkook to fall silent as he actually contemplated if he could. Though he was so confident before he walked into this crypt, now a growing part of Jungkook was desperately chasing salvation.

"And what makes a dumb little virgin like you think they're capable of dictating their own limits?" He said with a small, almost unnoticeable, scoff. 

Amusement glinted in their eyes, head tilting to the side so that it was even more obvious Jungkook was being scrutinised.

"Have you ever even been kissed?" They began, and Jungkook was burning - his cheeks, neck, chest, everything. It wasn't just the familiar thrum of humiliation but something more. 

"You'd probably tremble from my tongue alone. Tell me, would you have to squeeze your thighs together if I allowed you to kiss my lips?"

Jungkook's body answered for him when a whimper built in his throat, thighs visibly squeezing as though Jimin had foreseen it.

A satisfied smile curved over the Demon's lips, this one far more evident than those that came before. He almost looked happy as he stepped closer, leaning down slightly so that Jungkook tricked himself into thinking he was about to be touched again.

"I thought so, innocent one."

When no touch came, Jungkook actually felt a whine build in his throat - hopeless and needy. He didn't know he was capable of a sound so desperate.

As the satisfied smirk slowly disappeared from his view, the Demon turning around and walking away like there was an exit only he could see, Jungkook felt that whine fall past his lips.

"Stop." Jungkook demanded - begged. As he did so, desperation ran through his veins at the sight of losing what he had summoned. It pushed his body forwards, muscles lifting him from the ground until he was standing on unsteady feet.

"Pl-please I just... They tease me."

The Demon stopped, his back no less hypnotising, leaving Jungkook to stare and try not to fall into more whines and whimpers.

"Members of my coven an- and other covens too." Jungkook fidgeted in his spot, eyes finally ripping away to find the ground. Timidly, he confessed, "Everyone found out and now they laugh at me... Say- They say it's why I'm a bad witch, t-that I can't focus on spells because I'm too desperate for someone to touch me."

After a long stretch of silence, Jungkook suffering in his own self pity and wondering if the Demon was doing it on purpose, he finally heard a voice.

"Why a Lust Demon?" 

Jungkook looked up, finding the Demon already staring. 

"You couldn't find anyone else that would fuck a virgin?"

"They said I couldn't do it. That... I wasn't powerful enough to summon you... O-or brave enough."

Slowly strolling forward, they observed, "So you're defiant? 

"No." Jungkook said quickly, for some reason feeling the need to shake his head and ensure it was well known that he was good and obedient. "No, 'm good."

"How can I trust a word you say, young witch?" The Demon shook their head, as though they were scolding Jungkook.  "You're so desperate to be touched you'll say anything."

"No! I won't lie to you, I-I promise." 

And Jungkook meant it.

Inexplicably and unfathomably - surely some type of brief break in sanity - Jungkook knew he would never do anything to disobey the Demon. 

"Do you touch yourself?"

Lips parted in shock, eyes wide and blood rushing past his ears, Jungkook was left to stare speechlessly. 

The Demon was so close now as he hummed, "Do I already have to remind you of your promise?"

"Ye- Yes." Jungkook said instantly, physically feeling the Demon's sharp tone cut into his skin. It felt so good. "I do."

Jungkook watched in utter bliss as that satisfied smirk returned to the Demon's face, it almost felt like praise and Jungkook was so eager for more.

"And how does it feel?" The Demon drawled, starting to take small steps around the witch, circling him like a predator disorienting their prey.

"Good." The word fell breathlessly, like it was pulled out against Jungkook's will. Eyes closing, cheeks burning and a large part of Jungkook begging to be quiet, he stuttered, "I-it... It feels good."

Jungkook could feel the Demon. Though he wasn't receiving any form of contact, their presence was consuming and suffocating and nothing like he had ever experienced.

"Then why do you need me, virgin?" 

"It's not enough." Eyes falling open now, still breathless, his eyes attempted to chase the other as they circled him once more. "Never enough."

"What would be enough, innocent one?"

Countless nights, Jungkook had spent hours trying to find what was enough. He'd fucked into his fist and then dry humped his pillows, and when that didn't satisfy Jungkook he'd fingered himself as well. Pushed toys into his hole and stuffed fingers into his mouth. 

Yet, Jungkook was still aching for enough. 

With the overwhelming feeling of having the Demon close, still aching from the echo of their touch and yearning to be manhandled again, Jungkook began to wonder if he had finally found it.

"You."

As the Demon came into sight, Jungkook would swear he caught a smile from the corner of his eye. Though it was gone by the time they stood in front of Jungkook.

"Maybe you are good."

Warmth flooded Jungkook instantly, eyes growing wide like maybe he'd be able to see more praise that way. He was even leaning closer to the Demon, like he'd be granted the reward of being touched as well.

"Still... I'm the embodiment of Lust and passion, young witch." The Demon began, eyes sharp and intimidating. "I make grown men cry without effort, I can corrupt you with a single touch." As the Demon finished, a single finger lined Jungkook's jaw, tilting his chin upwards. 

Eyes almost falling shut, body begging to fall altogether, Jungkook listened with a hazy mind.

"So, why my sweet virgin, would I waste my time on someone so easy?"

It took a moment to fight his own state of mind, wading through the warmth of being degraded so openly and the dizziness of being touched. Not once had Jungkook been touched so intimately, delicate grazes and possessive pressure, and it was so hard not to fall to his knees and simply beg. 

Beg to be touched and toyed with, played with and used. 

But wouldn't that be too easy?

"Be- Because I summoned you." Jungkook began rather shakily, taking a deep breath when the Demon raised a challenging eyebrow. It allowed some of his tension to dissipate, words quiet but sure. "Because everyone was wrong and I am powerful enough. I'm not weak, I'm not.... I'm not easy."

Slowly, the finger fell from Jungkook's jaw, leaving the latter to struggle to hold his sure gaze whilst combating the need to whine and chase his touch. 

Something passed over their face, expression not quite neutral but unexpressive as well. It left Jungkook breathless and biting into his bottom lip, still denying himself the torture and pleasure of asking for more.

"You're different, Jeon Jungkook." The Demon said out of nowhere, voice calm and almost slipping into admiration, words taking the witch by surprise. 

"You... know my name." 

"I know the names of all that are compelled by lust, Jeon Jungkook." Those words, said slow and teasing, made Jungkook's heart skip a beat. It was almost like the demon was confessing they had always been aware of Jungkook - was witness to every desperate, lust driven attempt of his release.

Before Jungkook could truly set aflame, cheeks pink and skin hot, they were continuing with distaste and annoyance. Though there was a hint of amusement as well - an eye roll and small smile that made the Demon seem so significant. As though he was untouchable, greater than any attempt at dominance and more eminent than anyone could hope to be.

"The humans that usually summon me are greedy and pride driven. They think they can over power me, manipulate my nature and bend my pleasure into something that obeys them." 

Unsure as to whether it was real or simply wishful thinking, Jungkook noticed a change in tone - the Demon almost speaking softly as he observed, "You, however, innocent one, hoped to submit."

"I- I didn-"

"No lies, remember?"

With shame, Jungkook pressed his lips together. Too shy to admit that out loud and not brave enough to confess it to himself yet. It seemed to pose as a suitable substitute because the Demon was smirking before returning to his previous complaints.

"Those humans didn't as much as ask my name."

"I'd... I'd like to know your name." Jungkook was saying before he truly recognised the gentle, pleading tone of his voice.

Feeling shy at the notion the Demon may have recognised it too, Jungkook's gaze dropped to the floor, where he watched his feet idly fidget.

"Jimin."

Jimin. 

Jungkook didn't want to linger on why he had repeated that name, on why it felt intimate in his thoughts. All he wanted to do was pretend the only thing he wanted right now was pleasure.

"Ji-"

"Ah, ah." The Demon - Jimin - raised his hand, Jungkooks lips pressing shut with obedience as though he had been trained to do so.

"I said that was my name, young witch, I didn't allow you to use it."

"What sh-should I call you then?" 

"Hmm... I liked the word you used before." Jimin lined Jungkook's features, eyes dark and almost mocking. "Master, was it?" The Demon asked, though Jungkook knows they know.

"It sounded so pretty on your tongue, fitting for someone so eager to be owned."

All Jungkook could do was try not to whimper. He knew it was insane, but the words were said so beautifully - like they were whispered into his skin between soft kisses and harsh bites.

"I'm willing to offer you a deal, Jeon Jungkook." They began and it felt like a reward, it felt like being looked at after years of being ignored. 

"I will give you what you want, what you desire... on one condition." 

"Anything." Jungkook breathed, knowing that to be true as he felt his body yearn to give.

Jimin looked pleased, proud even, as his eyes flickered to Jungkook's throat. Their words were confident and sure, as though they already knew the answer.

"That necklace."

"It's-"

"I know what it is, young witch. I was driving people to insanity long before your kind used those symbols against me."

"I... I won't." Jungkook said reluctantly, fear beginning to thrum in his veins despite the ever present need to just give in. To give himself. Feeling as though he was convincing himself more than the Demon, Jungkook continued,  "You'll be able to hurt me. To- To influence my behaviour and overwhelm me with lust until there is nothing to do but... burn."

"Isn't that what you want, Jeon Jungkook?" Jimin replied instantly, his name so tempting on their tongue. Words were slow and melodic, each one a song that lulled Jungkook into security. 

"My touch, my attention..." They continued softly, eyes lining Jungkook one more time in the most delicate of ways before his tone was slightly more raw, more mocking.

"You want me to ruin every inch of you and we both know it. Everyone else may think you're a clueless virgin," The word was said with a hint of torment before they continued with purpose, "But I can see what you desire, Jeon Jungkook. I see every whimper that's fell past your lips, I can hear them when I close my eyes. I know every masochistic thought that has made your legs tremble."

"You can give them to me?" Jungkook asked just above a whisper, eyelids heavy and body heavier. It would feel so much better if he was on his knees.

"And more." Came a whispered promise, Jimin so close he thought he could feel them. 

Jungkook had no idea that his hand had lifted to his necklace, his only hope at safety, until he was pulling it from his neck. The clasp broke with a small cry, the silver chain falling into Jungkook's palm and the witch felt so naked.

"That's my good boy."

And it was so worth it.

"Pl- Please..."  Jungkook didn't know how they got here, how Jungkook had gone from threatening the Demon to begging to be touched. Jimin leaving to being the one that was convincing Jungkook to stay. All he knew was that he felt like he should be begging right now.

"Hmm?"

"You..." With a deep breath, Jungkook built the courage to blurt, "Y-you said you'd touch me. You'll give me what I want so..." Though it had felt like courage, it sounded a lot more like desperation as he finished, "Touch me."

"I said no such thing,  pretty little witch." The words fell from the Demon's tongue, each syllable rolled prettily.

"Bu- But you-"

"I know you're a pathetic, needy virgin but you can act like an adult long enough for a conversation, can't you?" They interrupted Jungkook's pout, his voice so even and calm, far too casual considering the content.

"How will Master ever tell you your orders if you're being a whiny slut the whole time?"

"I'm-" Breathless, hot, inexplicably falling without moving, Jungkook said, "'M sorry."

All was still for a moment, calm and quiet in a way that made the surroundings even more obvious. They were completely stranded, no-one around for miles, and in the dead of night, and Jungkook should be afraid. Maybe a small part of him was. It just wasn't the part of him that won.

The Demon walked away again, the distance making Jungkook want to step forward. Eventually they stilled, leaning on the large stone table and surveyed Jungkook with a look that made the latter take a deep breath. 

"Touch yourself."

"What?"

A sigh, a minute roll of their eyes, and lastly - "Really, Jungkook, will you make me repeat everything I say? I expected you'd be clueless but I didn't think you'd be so dumb when it came to following simple orders."

Firstly, Jungkook felt hurt, and then it was exposed, and then it was needy, but then it was only pleasure.

So, very slowly, Jungkook began to look around until he found a large rock on the ground, a broken piece of stone off of the old decorative columns. There, he placed the necklace, leaving both of his hands free to pull at the hem of his sweater.

However, not even an inch of skin was revealed before he hesitated, looking at the Semon and then away and then back again.

"I've never... been naked... in front- In front of anyone."

A small smile that almost felt comforting faced his confession. Words were soft too as Jimin replied, "I'm not anyone, Jungkook. I'm the Demon that owns you, and you will do as I say."

This time, when Jungkook's fingers dug into the material of his sweater, he didn't stop pulling until the fabric was hiding his view. In that moment time stood still and nothing else mattered but Jimin. 

Jungkook thought the Demon would be staring at his body but as the sweater pulled over his head, falling to the ground, Jungkook found that Jimin was looking straight into his eyes. 

Blood running hot and goosebumps erupting on his skin, Jungkook breathed shakily as his hands reached for his pants. All the while his eyes remained on Jimin's, neither of them wavering in the slightest as his hands unbuttoned the pants and pulled on them too.

As much as Jungkook wanted to keep his eyes open, they fell shut when he got to his boxers. With the smallest shake to his hands, and the world disappearing, Jungkook pretended he was alone, in his room with the lights off and undressing for himself.

Just like at home, fingers slipped beneath fabric, slow and careful. He pulled them over his thighs. It struggled over the thick muscles until they were falling all at once, hitting the floor and allowing Jungkook to step out of them, leaving him completely bare.

Just like at home, Jungkook's fingers ran down his chest, slow and careful, they traced the center of his abs until they drew over the length of his hard cock. 

Fingers wrapped around his cock entirely. Jungkook was breathless.

"Maybe you're not a total waste of my time after all." 

Jungkook felt the words before he could hear them, warm breath tickling his neck. It made his eyes flutter open, leaving Jungkook to gasp inaudibly at the sudden shock of reality. 

Jimin must have been circling him again because as they walked past, a finger flicked at his cock. The touch was so fleeting but so overwhelming. 

It was the first time Jungkook had ever been touched and it echoed throughout his entire body, sending a shiver down his spine and building a moan in his throat.

"Such a pretty cock, shame no one's ever got to make use of it." A faux pout pulled into Jimin's lips as he mocked, "Think of all those holes gone unfucked."

Without thinking, Jungkook was looking down, lip pulled into his mouth as he nibbled on the flesh. 

Then, like Jimin didn't already know the answer, he feigned surprise with a tilt of his head. "Oh? Is it you that likes to be filled?"

Eyes still pointing down, Jungkook now pressed them shut. It was answer enough for Jimin was already teasing, "And tell me, innocent one, what is it you like so much about being stuffed full of cock?"

A small laugh encouraged Jimin to correct, "Not that you'd know of course, virgin."

"Have toys! And..." Jungkook had spoken quickly, eyes shooting open to defend himself. But the sight of Jimin made everything so hard. "An-and m-my fingers."

"Yeah?" Jimin was closer now, voice low, just above a whisper so that Jungkook leant closer to hear. "And how does that make you feel?"

"I like... b-being full, Master. Like it when I'm s-stretched around my biggest toy and- and I feel so full."

"Imagine how good it would feel if it was real." Every word pulled Jungkook closer, every syllable felt as though it grazed across his skin, teasing and light. "A warm cock stretching out your walls, fucking into your tight hole and filling you with cum."

Another whimper fell past Jungkook's lips and his whole body twitched, thighs pressing together as he reflexively thrusted into his hand.

Jungkook watched as a smile pulled into the Demon's lips in accomplishment, words sharp and entertained as he snickered, "You're so fucking easy, virgin."

And Jungkook felt easy in that moment. So, so easy because he wanted to thrust again, wanted to fall forwards entirely, maybe to his knees.

"Maybe I won't even touch you." It felt like Jimin was playing a game, head tilting and eyes wandering. "Maybe I'll just count all the ways I can make a virgin cum untouched."

"No! N-no, no please!" Jungkook almost thought he could cry. Words all jumbled in his head, only forming wishes of pleasure, Jungkook didn't know what else to do except ramble, "I- N-no. No. No, I'm so... please."

"Incoherent already?" Jimin said it as though it was an accomplishment. "I guess I should have expected that.... Such a useless virgin, all used up before I even get to fuck you. I really wanted to see you scream but you'll probably just be a drooling, mumbling mess."

Jungkook was already shaking his head, eyes wide and pleading as he assured eagerly, "I'll be good. Do whatever Master wants."

Just like that, Jimin was snapping his fingers, and like an impulse, Jungkook fell to his knees.

Jimin looked so, so proud of him.

"Not so useless after all." The Demon said slow and low, voice like silk on Jungkook's skin as he fought back a moan.

"Told you I could be good." It was boastful, words a proud whisper as he looked up with what he feared was devotion.

"Unfortunately, good means shutting up." The Demon was so close, hand slowly reaching out, delicate fingers and thick silver rings lining his jaw. Just as a thumb pushed into the plushness of Jungkook's bottom lip, he hummed, "If I want you to use your mouth for something I'll let you know."

So Jungkook shut up, he sat patiently, looking up without the added nuisance of wondering why this time.

"How about sucking?" Thumb dragging over the witch's lip, pulling them apart slightly, Jimin asked, "Can you do that virgin?"

Jungkook nodded quickly, eagerly, hoping to receive that same proud look from before. Then, like the good boy he knew he was, and wanted Jimin to call him again, he opened his mouth wider, tongue even loling out of his mouth slightly.

A smile spread into the Demon's lips, balanced between amused and shocked, though it harnessed something that was undeniably mocking as he praised, "That's my good virgin."

A shiver ran through Jungkook's spine and his eyes grew wider, like he wanted to take in as much of the older as possible. Thighs spreading slightly and sitting back on his feet, Jungkook couldn't help but envision how much he looked like an obedient pet at Jimin's feet right now.

Interestingly, he didn't mind that thought at all.

The Demon tilted his head, something flashing through his eyes as he surveyed Jungkook and said, "You're a good pup too." 

With that, Jungkook's cheeks flushed red, heating up more and more as Jimin's smile grew more and more amused.

With a shaky breath and an embarrassed feeling, he dared to ask, "C-can you... Do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Not exactly, young witch." 

Surprisingly, the Demon sounded soft as he reassured Jungkook. It made the latter feel small beneath his gaze, like he could curl up into a ball and be protected with their tone alone.

"It's what you would call intuition. Where you may have a gut feeling that something is a bad idea. I instinctively know what your desires are."

If this were any other day, Jungkook may have given into his fascination and delved into that more. However, right now all he could do was struggle to meet Jimin's eyes as he stuttered, "Al- All of them?"

The Demon waited until Jungkook managed to look up again, their eyes meeting with an intensity that suffocated Jungkook but seemed to breathe air into Jimin.

"Every last one."

Jungkook swallowed deeply. His chest was rising and falling heavily. All of those thoughts began to torment his mind again.

"That's how I know you want my hand in your hair..." As Jimin spoke, the hand on Jungkook's jaw moved over his cheek until it threaded through his hair. Jungkook's eyes fell shut briefly, overwhelmed with relief at the touch. 

"You want my lips on yours..." Jungkook held his breath as the Demon fell closer, lips plump and tempting as they so carefully inched nearer. 

But all hope of touch was lost when those lips missed his own, travelling to Jungkook's ear instead. Hot breath fanned his skin as Jimin whispered, "You're trying not to beg for my cock to fuck your throat. But you'll fail anyway because we both know you're nothing more than a slut. A slut for my cock. My cum. Anything you can get." 

Jungkook swallowed and any argument against that died before it even reached his tongue.

"Go on slut," Jimin began, voice teasing and mocking, "Beg for what we both know you want."

"Y-you." Jungkook struggled through desperation and humiliation, some part of him trying to hold his words back even though they were devote. "Please, I just- I really need you to touch me." Every memory of frustration and irritation flooded Jungkook in that moment, with every thought of possible pleasure taunting him afterwards. "It's so- I've waited so long and I just need something. Anything. E-everything."

As the last syllable fell past his lips, it felt like Jungkook relinquished all ownership of himself. A hand grasped his hair and his lips were pulled forwards. 

The slow and teasing Demon that dragged out every second for sadistic pleasure was suddenly gone, replaced with a harsh and demanding presence that took what it wanted when it wanted.

"Don't make me force you now, virgin." Jimin said roughly. Eyes downcast, he looked between Jungkook and his crotch.

Heartbeat picking up, Jungkook vibrated with anticipation as Jimin tilted his head, "You're a slut, act like it."

With the permission disguised as degradation, Jungkook fell into action with a dizzying pace, proving Jimin's point beautifully.

He toyed with the Demon's pants, hands shaking as they tugged at a button and pulled on the zipper. Before him, was the prettiest person to likely ever exist, and now he was undressing him. He was exposing him. As the fabric strained over thick thighs, Jungkook's mouth fell open. 

He had never been so close to someone's cock before, close enough to graze his lips along the length, to swirl his tongue around the tip, and it was terrifying and it was thrilling. 

Shakily, he moved from the fabric to bare skin, one hand steadying himself on Jimin's thigh as the other kept gliding higher. Over muscle and soft skin, eventually he was hesitantly reaching for Jimin's cock. His hand only just fit around the girth, and the length was just as daunting. He could already imagine what it would feel like to stretch around the intrusion, how much preparation it would take, if it would even fit.

Jungkook was excited with the mere thought.

He swallowed once before letting all of those thoughts influence his actions, moving forwards and placing a small, kitten lick over the Demon's cock head. 

Eyes falling shut, a moan slipping from his lips, Jungkook attempted to repeat the action but stopped when he heard a low scoff from above him.

"I've not let a virgin touch me for a very long time." The Demon began, Jungkook looking up through his lashes and listening intently, scared he had done something wrong already.

Jimin brushed a hand through the witch's hair a few times, almost soothingly, only to tighten their grasp at the roots.

"I forgot how cute you are."

Everything about the Demon made Jungkook feel belittled, and everything in Jungkook made him love that. Just like the little smile on Jimin's face that felt too kind to be anything sweet.

In a split second, that smile was being polluted as he pulled Jungkook's head forward and forced almost his entire cock down his throat. The witch gagged immediately, never having something so big in his mouth. Sputtering and gasping around the intrusion, Jungkook's eyes began to water but it never left his mouth. 

Instead, Jungkook was forced to swallow around the cock as it pushed even deeper, pulsing on his tongue. It felt so foreign in his mouth, his tongue instinctively licking at the object, his cheeks hollowing without a thought, and before Jungkook knew it he was sucking idly on Jimin's cock.

When he dared to open his eyes, looking up at the person who had their cock forced down his throat, Jungkook found that sweet smile again. Though this time it had inevitably fallen into a smirk.

"My good little slut." 

Jungkook's eyes widened as Jimin slowly pulled out, he let his tongue drag along the length and wondered if the Demon would touch him like this. Then Jimin was pushing back in, making Jungkook stay still with the hold in his hair. 

It was harder than expected to not move, he wanted to suck Jimin's cock so badly, wanted to lick and swirl his tongue around the tip. It all overtook him so quickly, this need to have everything.

"I heard this is how witches learn new spells." Jimin began as he steadily began to fuck into Jungkook's mouth, using his throat to get off. "Their masters control their movements, throw them into the deep end." A particularly hard thrust made Jungkook gag, but he wasn't able to pull away as Jimin stilled until he was breathing normally again. "They let them prove themselves."

Jungkook's throat relaxed, eyes falling shut, letting Jimin move without pause, rocking his hips as smoothly as a wave. 

"I've got to say, little witch," Jimin was barely breathless as he praised, "You're really showing me you're worth keeping around."

"I-I'm doing good?" Jungkook asked with a sore throat and wide eyes, barely pulling away. With the back of his hand he wiped precum and saliva off of his lips, a futile task considering he went right back to sucking the Demon off.

"So good." Jimin affirmed in a tone that suggested he knew something that Jungkook didn't, was aware of something that went over his head.

He could have stopped and deciphered what it was but in all honesty Jungkook didn't care. His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth worked up and down Jimin's length, and it all felt amazing. Even that burn in the back of his throat where Jimin fucked into him relentlessly. 

The hand Jimin kept secured in Jungkook's hair made another soft attempt at gliding through the locks before tightening and pulling him off. As he did so, he spoke, "Maybe you even deserve a reward."

Jungkook's eyes widened in hope, staring up at the demon who smirked at the response.

"Up."

He followed orders immediately, like his body was enchanted, standing in front of Jimin and licking the precum from his lips. 

"Lie down." The Demon furthered simply, never looking away, waiting for Jungkook as he hesitantly looked around. 

Apart from the floor there was only the large stone table built into the middle of the crypt, the edges crumbling away. Jungkook swallowed, asking, "O-on... there?" 

A disappointed sigh made Jungkook want to lower his head.

"If I have to explain every little thing to you, young witch, I may leave and play with someone more worthy."

Shaking his head fervently before the last word even fell, Jungkook internally whined at the potential loss of Jimin. He couldn't bear the thought of being left alone without ever being touched.

"'M sorry, master." He assured, skipping over to the table quickly to show he was well behaved and worthy of the Lust Demon's time.

The table was hard and cold on his naked body as he sat on the edge, but Jimin was walking over and so he lay down. Heart beating erratically, excitement thrumming through his veins, Jungkook waited until Jimin was standing next to him, a finger tracing the pattern in the stone.

"As you've already confessed your lack of experience," The Demon began, rounding the table to his ankles, "And we've established how responsive you are..." At the end of the table now, hands began to wrap around his ankles. "I imagine I won't be able to play with you until you're properly restrained."

As though Jimin's hands were rope themselves, pressure began to wrap around his ankles, forcing them open until they spread to each corner of the table. A whine left his mouth, both at the feeling of being helplessly exposed and the pleasure he found in the pressure. 

Suddenly, the same feeling blossomed within his wrists, a pressure that slipped around his palms and fingertips and bound him to the table, arms brought above his head. 

He looked around with confusion, even more curious when he found Jimin at his side, nothing covering his hands or feet despite being unable to move them. It was like an invisible force held him down, restricting any movement that wasn't a desperate attempt to be released.

"I have my ways." Jimin smirked, noticing Jungkook's wonder and settling his curiosity.

Magic.

Of course a Lust Demon would have his fair share of tricks for such a situation. A thrum of excitement ran through Jungkook as he wondered what else Jimin could do with a wave of his hand.

"Many things, innocent one." 

Right. Jimin was able to know what he was thinking.

A blush now fading his cheeks, every inch of him exposed, Jungkook lay spread out on the table. Tied down for the Demon's enjoyment.

And Jimin was going to have as much fun as possible with the witch. 

From above his head, Jimin looked down at him. An upside down smirk filled Jungkook's mind before fingertips drowned his thoughts. They were light and teasing, journeying over his chest and to his neck, making the witch tilt his head back naturally, moving like the tide being controlled by the moon. 

"What was the first spell the world taught you, young witch?"

Fingertips still tracing over his neck, nearing his jaw, Jungkook belatedly registered the question. His eyes were still closed, fearing being overwhelmed if another sense was activated. 

"T-the... The elements. Almost every spell borrows their power and so we had to learn to conjure them."

"I thought so...." The Demon hummed, intently watching as the younger's neck curved with his touch. "It's what I first learned as well."

"Tell me, young witch, what element is this?" One finger lined the entire length of Jungkook's neck until the latter was falling back onto the table when it flicked from his skin. A smile curved Jimin's lips and Jungkook was left breathless as he recovered from the trail of light burned into his skin.

"Fire." He managed as the pain flickered away and he was left with the odd urge to ask for more.

Jimin looked down with pride, the witch's eyes still closed, as he praised, "Clever boy."

Steadily, their finger lifted into the air and found Jungkook's belly button. It was hot and heavy on his skin, quickly making his breathing short and his stomach tremble. So, so, slowly, the finger began to travel over Jungkook's stomach, between his abs and over his chest.

"It's always been my favourite." Jimin hummed as he enjoyed the sight - a dull flame licking his fingertip and Jungkook writhing beneath it. 

"Even its opposite..." As the Demon's thumb caressed Jungkook's nipple, fire turned into ice in a burn that made his eyes roll back. Like ice melting into his skin, Jimin circled the nub until the touch was so light it disappeared. "Is entertaining."

As though it was all a game, Jimin's touch disappeared all together. Jungkook's eyes opened in a desperate plea for more. Humming calmly, Jimin commented, "Maybe one day I'll tell you about the time your kind attempted to burn me at the stake..." With a smirk, he concluded, "Imagine their surprise when all that burned was my clothes." 

Panic glinted in Jungkook's otherwise lust drenched eyes, making the Demon soothe, "Don't worry, innocent one, I've never harmed any of your kind that didn't deserve it... Or wanted it."

Now it wasn't panic that shone through but something more worrisome, something that Jungkook would have spent hours refuting if he wasn't too preoccupied with leaning into the finger that began to trail fire over his stomach.

It was something Jimin had noticed as well as he cooed with a teasing pout, "Don't be jealous either, my witch." 

He started to lean down, face growing closer and closer to Jungkook's until the latter convinced himself the Demon wouldn't stop until they were kissing. Heart rate picking up, head lifting from the stone, Jungkook stared at those plump lips and watched them shape the words, "I promise you, I've never touched someone quite like you."

And right as they were about to graze, eyes fluttering shut, coaxed by the gentle graze of fingers, Jungkook's head fell back with a gasp. His eyes opened wide, his body grew taught, his heart stopped completely, and it was all due to the warmth now surrounding his cock.

An amused smile hung over Jungkook as the Demon watched his hand circle the witch's cock, pumping slowly. He thumbed at the tip, enough precum pouring over his fingers to drench his entire cock. 

"Such a virgin," Jimin scoffed, so quietly Jungkook almost missed it. 

Hips stuttering forwards, cock pushing into Jimin's palm, Jungkook whimpered, "You're so different too. Not like how they said." 

"They?"

"The witch-" Mouth falling open in a gasp, thumb circling his head, Jungkook continued partially breathless, "My coven. They speak of Lust Demons with uncontrollable need and unrelenting stamina."

Whilst his hand ran up and down Jungkook's cock, squeezing at the base and rotating his wrist, Jimin hummed, "Oh I assure you I have both of those as well, Jungkook. I simply have more patience than most. How could I not when you're giving me such a beautiful show?"

Ignoring the clenching of his heart and focusing on anything but the building pressure in his body, he spoke, "They to-told me I would burn. That if I managed to conjure - ahh -  you I wouldn't live to see another sunrise because I'd be taken in the night to serve under you."

"Would you like that?" Jimin asked quickly, turning all of his fears into fantasies. His hand added more pressure. He smiled as Jungkook squoze his eyes shut, biting into his lip. 

"Coming with me to where all the bad and sinful things reside?" Voice teasing, their hand moved faster, precum spilling from Jungkook without pause.

He was so responsive, living for every little touch after dying for it for so long. When Jimin squoze the base of his cock, Jungkook's hips would thrust upwards. When he'd loosen his hand, grazing the length with his fingers, Jungkook would shake and arch his back, silently asking for more. And when Jimin's palm began to press into the younger's head, creating persistent circles that stimulated him over and over, Jungkook's legs tried to squeeze shut.

"Waiting for me whenever I leave your side and serving me when I return?"

Whether it was the words, or everything else, Jungkook was starting to thrash around on the table. Thighs pressed shut, resisting the shakes that racked through, Jungkook bit into his lip and cried out.

"Ah, ah..." Smiling, the Demon's hand disappeared, leaving Jungkook with an unfamiliar loss that made him want to sob. "Not yet, innocent one."

He could hear words, but all Jungkook registered was the denial of his orgasm. It was all building so beautifully, pleasure so high it had nowhere to go, body tense and mind empty, and then it was all taken away. 

Pouting and annoyed, but oddly attached to the Demon - like he would give them anything they asked in this moment because maybe that would get him something in return - Jungkook huffed and kicked his leg uselessly.

"'S not fair."

"You've waited so long for this, I want to make it good." Was the only explanation Jimin gave as he rounded the table, like an animal circling their prey. Something told Jungkook that this wasn't about his own pleasure at all.

In fact, as Jimin looked at him with hunger and a smirk neared his throbbing cock, Jungkook felt like nothing more than a toy for the Lust Demon to pass time with.

In one swift motion, plump lips were wrapping around his cockhead and Jungkook was thanking every God he could remember. A skilled tongue ran along a prominent vein up his entire length before those lips were enclosing around him again, sucking lightly to ensure it was impossible to breathe.

If this is what it felt like to be Jimin's toy, then he never wanted to be anything else.

Without stopping, Jimin slid down his cock until more and more was surrounded by the tight, wet heat of his mouth. Hollowed cheeks made sure he was stimulated constantly and when he hit the back of Jimin's throat, it was him that choked, almost releasing on the spot.

It was humiliating how easily he responded, thighs attempting to squeeze shut only to be held back by the restraints, hands trying to grab at something uselessly, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. Even more embarrassingly, Jungkook could feel that high beginning to build again. Simply from having someone's mouth around his cock, Jungkook was coming apart like the virgin he was.

Jimin knew it too. 

He pulled off slowly, the drag doing nothing to control Jungkook's demise. With a deep scoff and an almost surprised look - as though even he didn't think it would be that quick - Jimin looked down at him with a new shine to his lips that had Jungkook spinning.

Jungkook's eyes squoze shut in agony, an inaudible sob racking through his body.

"C-can..." He choked out, clinging onto that almost high. The tensing of his stomach and shiver through his whole body. He wanted it back so badly. "Could..."

Waiting patiently, the Demon returned to his previous activity of drawing over Jungkook's skin, amusement etching his features all over again. 

"I've always- Mhm..." A finger teasingly ran over his inner thigh, hot and light and dizzying, "Wanted t-to..."

In ordinary situations Jungkook grew shy, so the prospect of asking a Lust Demon to touch him in any way was nothing short of humiliating. He looked up to Jimin pleadingly, silently begging for them to understand. However, all he received was the shadow of a smile and the clear indication he wasn't going to do anything until Jungkook embarrassed himself in asking.

Swallowing, twitching at the light graze of fingers over his hip bone, he averted his gaze and blurted, "Your mouth."

"My mouth?" 

Jungkook knows that Jimin knows exactly what he means, his clueless act was simply another means of torture.

"Please." He breathed, eyes coming to Jimin's. "I want- Please."

"Where?"

"M-my..." It took all of his willpower and strength to utter weakly, "Want you to eat me out."

Pure accomplishment took over the Demon's face, satisfaction evident in his smirk and dark gaze. With a low hum, his eyes traced over Jungkook's exposed body hungrily.

"I have no doubt you'd be entertaining if I were to do that...Though, I seem to remember giving you direct orders to lay still and let me do as I please with you."

"B-but you asked." A pout covered Jungkook's lips without his permission, eyes wide and innocent as they stared into unwavering confidence.

Eyebrow raising, they countered, "I also told you not to talk."

"'M sorry Master." Fell instantly as Jimin's stare hardened, the threat of a punishment lingering between them.

"Virgins can follow simple orders can't they?"

Nodding desperately, head lifting from the table as much as he could whilst being restrained, he uttered, "Y-yes, I'm sorry, I promise I can listen I just- W-wanted...." His voice grew quieter, slowly trailing off when he realised he had begun to ask again.

"Since this is your first time, I'll forgive you for being so disobedient." Jimin hummed, an edge to his voice that had Jungkook lying pliant again already. Leaning closer to Jungkook's face, not enough to fool him into thinking he'd be kissed but enough to have him hopeful anyway, Jimin said, "I may even give you what you want if you ask politely."

"Please, Master." 

Almost softly, Jimin smiled down at him, like Jungkook was so hopeless it was endearing.

"Politely means you tell me why you want this, how badly you want it, and how thankful you are to even have the opportunity to ask me," They explained, voice low and smooth, "You beg for me and then I'll consider wasting my time on a dumb virgin like you."

A wave of pleasure overtook Jungkook, Jimin's tone, the words, everything, making him fall apart in ways he'd never imagined. Before he could stop it, a whine was building in his throat, dusting his cheeks pink in shame. 

"I know- Know I'm just a dumb virgin but please, Master. I'll be so good for you, do anything Master wants." He didn't know exactly where these words came from, just that they had always been there. Not even in his mind but on the tip of his tongue. "Need you so bad it hurts. I'm so lucky to have such a good Master. I swear I'll be good for you, let you use me in any way you'd like. Just-" You'd think he was pleading for his life considering his wide, watery eyes and bitten lips as he desperately finished, "Just use me."

It was quiet as Jimin walked away, small steps carrying him to the end of the table. Jungkook's eyes never left him, like he was still begging even after his lips were closed. He watched as hands slowly felt up his calves until the touch was too much and they were fluttering shut. Feeling was better. Soft hands slid over his thighs and rounded his hips and Jungkook could feel thankyous building on his tongue. 

The restraints bent to Jimin's will as the Demon harshly tugged on his body, pulling Jungkook down until his legs were bent and his ass was closer to the edge of the table. Arms still stretched above his head, and legs now spread wide with the new position, Jungkook blushed as the hands slowly traced over his thighs again. If he thought of how on display he currently was - cock painfully hard on his stomach and legs pulled apart to expose his ass - Jungkook would probably cum.

Eyes still closed, Jungkook felt lips begin to press gentle kisses into his skin. They began at his right knee and trailed all the way to his inner thigh before the left leg was quivering too. 

Between them, the Demon hummed, "If you keep begging Master like that, I'll never let you go," And Jungkook whispered please before he knew it.

The one thing that could open Jungkook's eyes was evidently two hands grabbing his ass cheeks and pulling them apart, exposing his most private place in one heart stopping moment.

He gasped, hands instinctively flying to hide himself, only to realise the restraints were holding him down and cutting into his wrists now. He attempted to squeeze his thighs together, but that failed as well. The restraints tightened, pulling his legs further apart like even they wanted Jungkook blushing and whining. 

"You wanted this, innocent one." Jimin reminded with a sick, sadistic satisfaction at watching Jungkook struggle.

Blushing furiously, so embarrassed he couldn't even form words, Jungkook's head lifted to do the only thing he could do - watch as the Lust Demon's head disappeared between his thighs. 

In seconds he was being held down, restraints digging in harder, cheeks blushing deeper, and he was moaning obscenely when a tongue licked over his clenching hole.

Again and again, the Demon licked - flattening his tongue and moving slowly, eliciting sounds even Jungkook didn't know he could make. He didn't know he could feel this good either.

Jimin pushed in afterwards, rim stretching around the wet intrusion with unfamiliar bliss. His whole body arched from the table as the Demon's tongue sunk deeper.

"Mas- Master!" 

Jungkook wasn't sure why the name fell past his lips. Perhaps it was a plea for mercy, or a call of regret, or a prayer to what had to be a God. What else could elicit so much pleasure - all consuming - in someone else? 

He didn't grow any more sure when it fell from his lips again and again and again.

The Demon didn't just thrust a tongue into his hole, but circled his rim and kissed the sensitive skin and began to suck over his rim with so much intensity he only saw white. The Demon nibbled around his rim gently, Jungkook growing breathless, and only withdrew to spit directly over his hole.

Jungkook shook when that happened, feeling so dirty and so wrong for loving it. His cock was twitching helplessly, precum spurting from his tip and Jungkook didn't even realise he was about to cum until Jimin pulled back again and allowed, "This time you can cum, pretty witch. I wonder how many times it will take for you to cry."

Not thinking of how quickly he was coming - like the inexperienced virgin he was - or what Jimin meant by his words, Jungkook's body tensed, fought against the restraints, and chased his high with the fear of it being stolen again. He was gasping, whimpering, screaming the Demon's title, and then coming all over himself for what felt like hours. 

When his back finally fell onto the table again, head falling to the side, hair in his eyes, Jungkook's vision slowly came back. He felt exhausted - never having cum that hard in his life. But when he felt the consistent stimulation around his rim, something sparked within Jungkook again.

"You're so beautiful when you cum." They hummed lowly, lips dragging over his hole, vibrations making his legs shake.

Jungkook felt those lips turn into a small smile before more words had him shaking, "I've never seen anyone so responsive, falling apart on my tongue so quickly."

Though still hazy and dizzy, fighting with the urge to pull away from the touch on his sensitive skin, and thank the Demon profusely for touching him still, Jungkook registered the words and blushed. Somehow - naked, tied down, covered in cum - he was still able to blush at the Demon's words.

"Don't be embarrassed, young witch." They soothed, voice soft and gentle and so calming on Jungkook's skin. He could feel his body relax, like the words were heating him up and he was melting into the table. 

Plump lips travelled higher, kissing along his pelvis and over his belly button, whispering into the soft flesh of his tummy, "You're making your Master so happy." 

It almost felt like he was coming again - that inexplicable high, void of anything bad, anything wrong, only the sense of pleasure and belonging. It was like an innate need. As much as he wanted to cum, he wanted to make Jimin happy. He wanted to be good for him, to impress him, to give him his body, to worship theirs.

"Tell Master." 

It shouldn't have been as surprising this time, but Jungkook still gasped inaudibly, remembering how transparent he was always going to be for the Demon. Maybe he should have given into the blush on his cheeks and shook his head, but he had been told to talk and he really wanted to be good.

"Wanna make Master feel good too. I'm- I want-" Finding it harder to speak than expected, breathless and dizzy, he replied one one simple word. "Inside."

"Not yet, my witch." 

Vaguely aware of the tongue gliding through his own cum, Jungkook spaced out even further, forgetting how to think as well as talk properly.

"Soon, but not yet."

"N-no, I need- 

"No?" The Demon interrupted, all movements stilling.

If only Jungkook was present enough to realise.

He whined breathily, feeling nothing but desperate as he whimpered, "Inside. Need yo- You inside me. I wan-"

This time Jimin wasn't patient enough to cut the witch off with words. This time Jungkook's sentence was muffled around Jimin's fingers as they were shoved into his mouth.

Eyes widening, swallowing thickly around the three fingers, dribble started to run over his chin and his consciousness became even more questionable.

"Fucking pathetic." Jimin spat, looming over him with so much presence it filled the entire room. Clogged Jungkook's lungs and made it hard to breathe.

"Such a disrespectful, needy slut." They sounded angry, he sounded disappointed. "I thought we established that you should be worshiping at my feet? Thankful for every little glance I give you."

More pressure pushed down on his tongue, eyes struggling to stay open.

"I should take off these restraints and do just that. Have you kneel, withold your pleasure, gag and plug you up to make sure you can't fuck any of your holes."

Everything Jimin said was distant at this point, Jungkook listening through walls of pleasure and need. Mindlessly sucking on the fingers in his mouth only for them to be forced further down his throat in warning.

"Maybe virgins don't learn until they're trained properly."

However, Jungkook still heard enough to shake his head profusely, movements restricted from the fingers gagging his mouth. He was really, really, trying not to talk. Not just because he feared how sinful he'd sound muffled around the Demon's fingers, but because he wanted to be good. But he wanted to be touched too.

"Fine," Jimin huffed, rolling his eyes and permitting, "Talk."

Jimin only removed one finger from Jungkook's mouth, forcing Jungkook to struggle around the two still gagging him for misbehaving - words broken and slurred.

On pure instinct he was apologising, "'M so sorry Master, I'm such a pathetic slut, was only thinking about my own pleasure. I-I can be good, I know I can."

"Turn over." 

"W-why?" Jungkook dared to ask, the Demon looking down at him with challenge in return.

"You think I'll touch you without teaching you what happens to those who don't behave?" 

Jungkook could tell that was rhetorical. As Jimin had said, he was being punished, and that meant his talking privileges were definitely being withdrawn. If it wasn't obvious, then Jimin was making it as he pressed fingers into either side of his jaw, applying bruising pressure. 

Without warning, the Demon leant down, licking up the remaining cum on Jungkook's stomach in one swipe. The fingers on his jaw squoze, fingertips digging into Jungkook's cheeks, forcing his mouth open before Jimin spat the cum directly onto his extended tongue. 

Jungkook would have moaned if Jimin didn't push his mouth closed again, demanding, "Turn over."

He moved instantly, the restraints loosening enough in a type of magic Jungkook would have to ask about later. Right now his mind and body was preoccupied with one thing - obeying. 

After struggling onto his stomach, legs pulled underneath him so he was kneeling, back arched and ass high in the air, he thought of what came next and trembled.

"Even this turns you on?" Jimin all but laughed. "Are you simply desperate for any kind of touch, virgin?"

Swallowing thickly, but removing none of the shame he felt, Jungkook pressed his face into his arms folded beneath his cheeks, hiding as much as he could. 

Soft fingers teased the length of his spine, over the curve of his ass. Jungkook leant into every line, shook with every touch, and it was getting so hard to hold himself together. 

"Let's see if you like this too." The Demon said calmly. Fingers left Jungkook's skin. He held his breath. They fell back onto his ass with a sharp pain and a loud smack. He gasped.

"N-no, Mas-" Another gasp, lungs burning along with the second slap on his ass. 

Instinctively, Jungkook attempted to crawl away, only to be pulled back by strong hands on his hips.

"You're the one that summoned me, Jungkook." They began, voice rough around the edges, deeper than before. It made Jungkook's heart beat louder, quicker, needier. "You're the one that misbehaved. So take your punishment before I decide this isn't enough." 

A whine built in Jungkook's throat and he had no idea what it meant, only that he had stopped fighting. Hands uselessly grabbing at the concrete table, eyes squoze tight, Jungkook took shallow breaths and prepared for the next impact.

This time, when he was gasping and choking on air, Jimin had slapped the other cheek. Like he was playing a game, seeing which was more painful, the Demon alternated sides until he settled on one, landing three harsh hits in a row. 

Trembling, biting his lips so hard he tasted blood, Jungkook fell forwards onto the table. Tears were stinging his eyes now and his ass felt raw and everything hurt and somehow it was all so perfect. The tears made him feel hazy, the pain made him feel light. Jimin made him feel cared for in a way that had to be twisted and impure but he didn't care because it felt so good.

"Looks like you're ready to start listening." Jimin hummed, hand smoothing over his thigh softly, but Jungkook could hear the smirk in his voice, the sadistic satisfaction in his touch.

"Stay still." Jimin said like he was testing his theory. And Jungkook was nodding because, yes, anything, anything. 

Fingers prodded at Jungkook's hole, and without warning one slipped inside of him. Something made the slide easier, telling Jungkook the Demon must have used magic to conjure lube. It was mind numbing and dizzying and the only thing that kept him still was the sting on his ass that hadn't dulled yet.

"Good little witch. Just like that." Jimin praised, finger steadily pushing in and out of Jungkook. The slide was so slow, finger dragging obscenely against Jungkook's walls and circling his rim before diving back in. "You're so much more fun to play with when you don't fight back."

All Jungkook did was whimper and hope that wasn't breaking any rules. The thought of disobeying Jimin right now actually made him want to cry. No, he was going to be good in order to get everything he wanted, to please his Master, and finally feel the Demon inside of him.

"Gonna take what Master gives you?" Jimin asked whilst adding another finger to Jungkook's hole, watching in delight as he stretched around the fingers and pulled them in eagerly. 

"Speak." They uttered, sounding almost bored of having to deal with Jungkook's inexperience. 

It made him pout, it made him needier, it made him fumble to obey, "Yes, Master."

Another two fingers pushed inside. 

Although Jungkook had been four fingers deep in his own hole before, it couldn't compare to the Demon's thick, experienced fingers scissoring him open and grazing his prostate. Words couldn't even describe the bliss Jungkook felt - eyes fluttering shut and mouth dumbly hanging open, whines at the tip of his tongue.

"I want you to tell Master when it gets too much. You're going to ask me very nicely if you have permission to cum, understand?"

Clearly it was obvious Jungkook wasn't going to last long again, still recovering from his last orgasm and sensitive enough to be trembling already.

"Yes- Ahhh- Master." He gasped out, arching his back a little further as fingers traced slow circles over his prostate.

If Jimin was trying to see how embarrassingly fast he could get Jungkook to cum then it was working because barely a second after the abuse to his prostate began, Jungkook was crying out, "No-now! Now 's too much. Master, it- I'm... cum." He bit into his lip, far too overwhelmed to be embarrassed after his broken speech. With haste he added on, "Pl-please can I cum, Master?" 

Jimin was moving with an unforgiving pace - thrusting fingers into Jungkook's hole, curling them inside of him, massaging his prostate. Through all of that he was leaning down, lips brushing Jungkook's ear and making him shiver, before they whispered, "No." 

Instantly, Jungkook felt tears well up in his eyes, complaints building before fingers dug into his hip. The reminder of who was in control right now made Jungkook clamp his lips shut, exhaustion taking over him with the incessant tug of war between being forced to the edge and held there, and being pushed over and brought to the ledge again. He focused on the bruising pressure over his hips and tried to calm his breathing down, all the while trying not to cum untouched because that would be humiliation Jungkook couldn't recover from.

Once again, Jimin wasn't touching him. 

Jungkook was lying on a table, completely naked and trembling with oversensitivity, hole fucked open and cock leaking precum beneath him, and Jimin was standing at the side as if Jungkook was a work of art to admire - enjoying the show he put on.

Once more, Jungkook was slipping further into pleasure, into desire, into lust.

"You're learning so quickly...." The Demon drawlled with dulled excitement before stating, "Up."

With his shaky legs and sore ass, it took a little while for Jungkook to get into position. Realising the restraints had disappeared and wincing at the hard, cold surface of the table, Jungkook settled on his knees.

In the new position he was taller than Jimin, looking down to meet his eyes. It did nothing to make him feel more in control though. One glance at his body covered in his own cum was enough to put him back in his place.

A single finger glided over his abdomen, muscles flexing. 

"You have such a pretty body, Jungkook. I could spend hours imagining all the sinful things I plan to do with it." 

A smile flickered over Jimin's features as his finger dragged over the hard nub of Jungkook's nipple and he shivered. 

"So sensitive too." They added in obvious delight. "Perfect. So pretty for your Master."

The praise was slowly molding Jungkook, making him soft and malleable. Despite the pain in his knees as they pressed into the concrete and the ache in his ass from the spanking - or perhaps because of it - Jungkook was relaxing more and more like the words were wrapping around him and pulling him closer.

"Open."

After a brief look of confusion, mind empty and hazy with pleasure, he nodded dumbly and opened his mouth, tongue lolling out blindly all because he had been told to do so.

The finger that had been leisurely tracing Jungkook's body now moved with purpose as it collected the remnants of Jungkook's last orgasm. With even more purpose, it lifted to the witch's lips, who quickly closed his mouth around the finger and licked it clean.

"So eager to taste yourself." Jimin hummed, even more cum pushing past Jungkook's lips. "You really are a cum slut."

He could hardly deny it as he sucked and licked at Jimin's cum soaked fingers, wishing there was even more for him to take. Idly tasting himself on Jimin's fingers and humming in happiness, his eyes wandered down to the Demon's body. Still the most perfect body he's ever laid eyes on. Still covered up entirely. Skin peeked through their blazer, chest bare and unblemished. Jungkook wondered if anyone had ever marked that skin up? Would he ever get to?

"You can take it off if you'd like."

Jungkook's eyes shot up, wide and flustered, fingers still pressing down on his tongue. Muffled and broken around the fingers, he asked, "R-really?"

Jimin nodded once, and Jungkook listened like it was an order. He reached forward and shakily pulled at the buttons of Jimin's blazer whilst the latter removed their own fingers from Jungkook's mouth. He tried not to pout at the loss and then he tried not to blush at Jimin's knowing smirk.

One by one the buttons opened to reveal Jimin's naked torso, nothing but the silver body jewelery decorating his torso. It was cold against the witch's fingers as he pulled on it, looking up hopefully.

All it took was another nod for Jungkook to smile, hands slipping beneath the blazer on Jimin's shoulders and pushing it off until it fell to the floor. Then he was gasping silently, fingers moving to take the chain from around their neck and unhooking it from around his waist. The only thing left was the Demon's slacks, leaving Jungkook's fingers to travel-

"I didn't say you could take those off."

Stilling, Jungkook met Jimin's eyes with a combination of apology and embarrassment, but neither of those things outshadowed the clear desperation to continue. Even when his pout grew the Demon didn't change their mind. Like they knew exactly what Jungkook was up to, he only raised a brow and said, "On your back." 

With every order it became easier to simply act. He listened to the demand and followed like he didn't even think beforehand. It became second nature to obey. 

Naturally his legs and arms fell into place, allowing for the familiar pressure of the restraints wrapping around his limbs until he felt safe. Suddenly there was another pressure on top of him, the weight of the Demon climbing between his legs, and the safety he felt doubled. Excitement ran through his veins, the prospect that he may finally get more making him bite into his lip.

He stayed quiet because he didn't want to risk it, but he couldn't help arching his back slightly, pressing his hard cock into the Demon's own crotch.

A barely there laugh stopped Jungkook's action though. A hand pressing into his hip and pushing him down prohibited it completely.

"It's cute that you think it will be that easy." 

Because his hazy mind was convinced this would work eventually, Jungkook pouted up to the Demon. Eyes wide and pleading, he bit into his lip and watched as the Demon's hand glided over his hip and skipped between his thighs. He shivered, never looking away. Jimin looked down without any hint of embarrassment, only challenge as he silently dared Jungkook to keep looking. A small part of him wanted to show Jimin that he wasn't as pathetic as they thought. Another part simply wanted to whine and hide his face in his hands whilst the Demon made him cum all over himself again.

Unexpectedly, the small part won in the end. With a shuddering breath and blushing cheeks, Jungkook held eye contact with a smirking Jimin as four fingers breached his rim and filled his hole up in one, slow push. 

"I have a feeling you're going to be a handful." The Demon said without changing the slow pace of their fingers or looking away, and a distant part of Jungkook's brain that was still conscious wondered if that meant they'd be doing this again. 

Before he could let that thought pull him away any further, mind steadily consumed with pleasure, words were taking over him.

"You have no idea how much pleasure it brings me to watch you."

"You- You like watching people squirm?" Jungkook got out breathily before he could think to ask for permission.

Jimin must have been distracted enough to let it slide, however, because he only smirked, explaining, "Oh, I love it, my young witch, but I didn't mean that." 

Jungkook's eyelids were struggling to stay open, eyes rolling back with the insistent glide against his walls and he was still biting into his lip harshly enough to draw blood and he assumed he looked a mess but the Demon hummed, "I like watching you."

"O-oh..." Jungkook's lips fell open and warmth spread through him and it was so different to the fire that had been licking his skin that he froze. Jimin was still looking down, staring into big, doe eyes, and Jungkook couldn't remember the last time someone had looked at him like this for so long. Had it ever even occurred? Before he could pinpoint exactly what was in Jimin's eyes, his own were squeezing shut, surprise turning into moans as fingers circled over his prostate. "Ohhh..." 

"Mas- Master?" Jungkook swallowed, eyes heavy as they blinked open. His body fought to stay still beneath the Demon's skilled fingers. When the Demon nodded, Jungkook almost whined, "Want kiss please."

Maybe Jungkook would be embarrassed about this later but right now he could only agree with his request, frowning a little when it was denied so cruelly.

"I'm sorry, pretty witch, I don't do kissing."

Their fingers were still deep inside of Jungkook but that wasn't enough, suddenly nothing was enough. 

"No pouting." Jimin chastised softly, hand squeezing Jungkook's cheeks to exaggerate the pout before he let go.

Reluctantly, he stopped. Thankfully, he had more sense than to complain further. If not he feared he'd be edged another ten times.

"What if I give you something else instead?" The Demon said slowly, tone so low and smooth Jungkook could only be making a deal with the devil. "Something you really want."

"What?"

"Well... Tell me, Jungkook, what do you want from me?"

They both knew the answer. It was obvious Jimin only wanted to see the witch blush. Jungkook was so far gone that he didn't even hesitate before fulfilling their wish, babbling, "Master's cock. Need Master inside of me please. I promise to be a good hole for you, Master. Just need you inside of me."

Jungkook whimpered as Jimin's fingers pulled out of him, and he would have feared he did something wrong if Jimin wasn't smirking in satisfaction. Enjoying every last moment of Jungkook's begging. 

Hands ran over the curve of Jungkook's thighs and pressure built in its path. Like the Demon's fingers were silk, they wrapped around his body and kept Jungkook in place long after they had left. Pulling his calves to the back of his thighs and holding his thighs to his stomach, spread wide enough for him to whimper. The invisible restraints made it impossible to move, and Jimin made it impossible to hide.

"I know you like this." He said like it was a fact. Like it was a secret. Something they both knew without a doubt, but something Jungkook kept hidden in the darkest places of his soul. But steadily Jungkook was realising that Jimin was able to shine a light on every part of him, not through light but with fire.

"You can blush all you want but I know you'll think of this very moment when you're alone and wish it was my fingers fucking you open." 

With his legs spread and pushed onto his stomach, practically folded in half, the witch's hole was exposed for Jimin. Stretched open and clenching around nothing. He blushed harder but it felt pointless - Jimin was right, he wanted all of this.

"My hands holding you down." The Demon said, hands coming to grip his hips. Anticipation built within Jungkook, obvious in how his legs shook. "My cock filling you up." 

A whine built in his throat and his eyes pressed shut, he physically couldn't take it anymore. He needed Jimin's cock in him so badly, would cry for it if he had to wait any longer.

"How would you feel if Master kept you just like this?" Hands ran over the underside of Jungkook's thighs, fingertips painted pretty pictures over his skin. "What would it be like if I left you tied up and naked, displayed for me to use whenever I want."

Because he knew Jimin already knew the answer, because it was so obvious anyway, because his eyes were closed, the scene so explicit and he wanted it so badly, Jungkook breathed truthfully, "Like heaven."

Jungkook swore he felt lips on the back of his thigh, light and teasing, a smile ghosting over the skin. Warmth as words were spoken into him, "You'd never have this much fun up there, baby." And then all he felt was pleasure. Mind numbing, earth shattering, body claiming, euphoric pleasure.

Jimin was big. Big enough that four fingers weren't enough to dull the ache as his rim stretched around the thick cock. As the Demon pushed in deeper, Jungkook recalled their impressive length too. If he ever built the strength to open his eyes, would he see an imprint under his skin? Stomach bulging over the Demon's dick fucked deep inside of him. 

When they cum will it make the bulge bigger? 

Caught between wanting Jimin to stay still, cockwarm him for the rest of his life, and needing to be railed until he lost the ability to move at all, Jungkook practically broke. Eyes flickering open, he dumbly blinked up, lips parted but nothing but broken whines coming out.

"What happened to all of your demanding and begging?" The Demon asked, voice steady and mocking. So confident in contrast to Jungkook's broken demeanour. "Or does all it take a cock filling you up to shut your pretty little mouth?"

Apparently so because Jungkook couldn't form a single word let alone a coherent sentence as Jimin carefully pulled back and thrusted into him. He wanted to grab onto something but the restraints were holding his arms above his head, hands flinching pathetically. Even his legs were unable to move, leaving his back to arch and his head to push into the table, neck on display.

Like it was an invitation, the Demon's hand slipped up his neck, fingers caging his throat and making him choke on a gasp. Pressure built as slow as Jimin pushed inside of him. But Jungkook fell apart quickly, a lack of air numbing his senses, stimulation overwhelming his body.

Before Jungkook could piece together what was happening, a low chuckle was filling his ears and he was shuddering violently. 

"All my virgin needed was a cock inside of him." The Demon smirked, Jungkook tried to make sense of everything. "Barely even moved and you came all over yourself."

Oh.

Forcing his eyes open, Jungkook found more cum painting his chest, hole clenching around Jimin's cock. Had he really cum already? From a few slow thrusts and a hand around his neck? Shame coated his body like a second skin.

"Or was it my hand?" The Demon squoze once around his neck, Jungkook whimpered through a panicked gasp of air, eyes opening wider.

"Do you like knowing your life's in my hands? That Masters got you? Taking care of every part of you?" With every question they squoze a little harder, cutting off Jungkook's air and making everything a fraction different. The world slightly blurry, his body lighter, mind just hazy enough to be malleable through Jimin's words.

It was barely noticeable but he nodded, collapsing into the table when the hand around his neck loosened. The heavy weight still remained around his neck though, silver rings pressed into his throat. 

Achieving a bit more consciousness, Jungkook registered that the Demon had picked up their pace, fucking into him progressively quicker and deeper. He rolled his hips, cock pushing into Jungkook's prostate and dragging over his tight walls.

"Fuck," They groaned, the only time the Demon's showed any signs of being affected by Jungkook, it made him glow with pride. He arched his back, pushing his ass into Jimin's thrusts. "Gonna fill you up until it's dripping down your thighs. I know my cum slut would love that." The hand on the witch's hip grew tighter, almost bruising. "Letting everyone see you're nothing more than a cum dump. Master's plaything to use whenever he likes."

Jungkook whined, nodding even more eagerly. Fuck, he wanted that so badly. He wanted it all so badly. Everything and anything Jimin would give him. It felt like he'd give Jimin his life right now. Whether it was a spell or simply insanity, Jungkook didn't care. He was shaking and overstimulated and felt like nothing more than Jimin's dumb fucktoy, and he didn't care. 

"What will your coven think when they see you like this? Covered in marks and filled up with my cum. Probably won't even be able to walk properly."

Jungkook didn't care. He hoped they saw, he wanted them to see. He wanted everyone to know what had happened to him and who was the culprit. Wanted Jimin to make the bruises obvious, wanted them painted over his skin to create a picture of exactly what they had done.

"You're going to be my new favourite toy." 

Jungkook's eyes fell on Jimin's smirk, sadistic and intoxicating, and it was so abundantly clear that Jimin knew every single sinful thought that had passed through his mind. And he wanted them all too.

Jimin looked at Jungkook like he was breakable. Like he knew Jungkook would fall apart so easily in their hands. Like he wanted him to break. Like he wanted to put him back together again.

Jimin fell forward, hand squeezing Jungkook's throat and lifting him up, and pressed their lips together. Jungkook melted into the kiss, humming in surprise before he was moaning obscenely. Mind broken and drowning in bliss, he could only messily lick into the Demon's mouth and try to keep up as teeth bit into his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Y-Yo-" Swallowing, blinking, breathing, Jungkook tried again, "You sa- Said..."

"I know what I said, pretty witch. I also told you to worship me and you're doing it so well, consider this your reward." Jimin almost sounded affected, almost lust driven themselves with how quickly they reattached their lips. 

Jungkook felt the need to thank Jimin when they pulled apart but he could only gasp as two hands held his small waist and flipped him over. The restraints were obeying Jimin again, allowing the Demon to manhandle Jungkook onto his stomach, ass presented in the air, arms above his head. 

Like the kiss had breathed new life into the Demon, Jimin threaded one hand into his hair as the other guided their cock back into his gaping hole. At this point his body was numb to pleasure, so overstimulated every small touch threatened to make him cum again. When the hand in his hair pulled harshly, lifting his head, he came painfully close to it.

With plump lips dragging along the shell of his ear, Jungkook wasn't falling anymore, he was broken. Only held together by the hand on his waist, pulling him back onto Jimin's thick cock with so much force he cried out. Something else must have broken within him because tears started to cover his cheeks, blurring his vision and making him feel that much more vulnerable beneath Jimin.

Every thrust shook through his body and earned more tears, broken whimpers and cries a constant in the otherwise silent night.

"So fucking loud." Jimin scolded, hand pulling at his roots, Jungkook's lips formed a pout as the pain blinded his vision. "Next time I'll have to gag you."

Despite the pain, despite common sense telling him he shouldn't like this, Jungkook moaned in shame at the idea. He focused on the thick cock stretching his rim, reaching deeper than ever before, deeper than Jungkook's ever been fucked, and tried not to scream. 

For about thirty seconds he succeeded, but when the Demon's hand fell to the curve of his ass, slapping the flesh harshly whilst fucking into him, he lost all control. Without warning he was releasing all over the table. He didn't know how many times he had cum tonight, only that it was too much.

"Such a little pain slut." Jimin said half way between scolding and amazed. It became clear, however, that it was more punishing as the hand came down again with a harsh slap. Jungkook's knees buckled, thighs shaking as he fell forward only to be held up by the hand in his hair. He whined in pain, tears stinging his eyes but Jimin only repaid his pout with a sharp tug. 

"Did I give you permission to cum, dumb slut? Give me one reason I shouldn't forbid you from ever coming again and make it fucking good." Jimin said with anger, deep and rough. It sent a shiver through Jungkook's spine, making him choke on his words before he could even form any.

It was so mean, expecting Jungkook to form any rational response, one that wouldn't fill a sensible mind with regret. Crying and pouting, drowning in pleasure and pain and all of it mixing to submerge him in euphoria, and all of it because of Jimin. Jimin. It was all because of Jimin, everything good because of Jimin.

"You can- Can have me." He said with conviction, almost hope, almost begging. "You can take m-me, I'll go any-anywhere. Be your toy, your pet. Just make me feel like this forever. Please." 

In the time where Jungkook could only hear his own heartbeat and heavy breathing, looking back to meet Jimin's eyes, and hearing him say, "Deal," Everything fell into place.

Jimin was moving his hips again, Jungkook's eyes were slipping shut, pain blossomed over his ass and head and it bloomed into pleasure and everything made sense.

The hand squeezing his ass, sporadically spanking him, the hand tugging his hair, the words burning his skin, degrading him and praising him like it was interchangeable, it all made sense.

This time, when his cock twitched uselessly and as much cum as his body could conjure drenched his cockhead, Jungkook barely moved. So exhausted and numb to it all. Sweat and cum soaked his skin, bruises and handprints decorated his body prettily, muscles ached and limbs twitched, and Jungkook couldn't think. 

He vaguely wondered if he had blacked out because when one of his senses finally registered something, it was fingers tracing his stomach lightly. 

Another sense was triggered when Jungkook's eyes opened slowly, the dimly lit room thankfully not hurting his eyes but the sight in front of him doing more than enough damage. Jimin was between his legs again - clearly turning him over during his exhaustion - and pushing in between his thick thighs.

He whimpered, tears uselessly slipping over his cheeks at the feeling of his prostate being stimulated. It hurt so much, everything was too much. When he shook his head in protest it was useless as well because Jimin only bottomed out, grabbing Jungkook's hand and placing it over his stomach.

"Want you to feel it when I fill you up with my cum." Is all they said as a warning, pressing Jungkook's hand into his stomach so he could feel where it bulged over their cock. As Jimin thrusted in and out, Jungkook felt the cock move inside of him beneath his fingers. If he wasn't already an incoherent mess, this would surely have broken his world in two. 

The Demon made sure to hold the witch's body still as he finally filled him up. They both shuddered, Jungkook moaning obscenely at simultaneously feeling Jimin's cum fill his hole and feel Jimin's cum swell his stomach. 

The answer was yes, Jungkook's stomach would curve over Jimin's cock and the cum pumping him so full it was already making a mess of the insides of his thighs. 

"You were made to be fucked." There was the smallest hint of exertion in the shaky breath they took at the end, teeth biting into their lip. "Such a perfect, pretty body. Should always have cum filling you up and painting your thighs." 

It may not have been a question but Jungkook was nodding nonetheless, hardly present but still desperately clinging onto any signs of having this again.

"I can do that for you, innocent one." Jimin's voice was softer, his hands weren't bruising anymore. 

Jungkook thought for a moment it was a trick, skin prickling under their touch and preparing for pressure. But it never came. It wasn't until their lips were ghosting his that Jungkook let himself believe he was being rewarded. 

"I can do it all for you." Silently, there was the promise that Jimin knew everything he wanted and would fulfill them all like it was their own shared secret. And it was all sealed with a kiss, gentle and slow.

It was still messy, Jungkook barely in control of his movements still, resulting in Jimin doing most of the work - licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue. They bit into his lip, nibbling on the plushness until Jungkook was whining again.

"Am- Am I allowed t-to speak, Master?" Jungkook was gasping between slurred words, eyes heavy and dilated.

Smiling with pride, Jimin's lips grazed his own before whispering, "You're such a good boy for asking." Warmth spread over Jungkook, eyes fluttering shut as a lazy smile traced his lips. "Tell me, pretty witch, what is it?"

The Demon left a few kisses along his jaw, tongue slipping out to lick over some of the tears streaming Jungkook's cheeks. The hold was so gentle it had Jungkook spinning, but it also gave him the confidence to whimper, "Jus- Just 's too much." 

He looked down between their bodies, where Jimin was still buried deep inside of his hole, pressing into his stomach and leaving an imprint. 

It was too much.

"Want Master to pull out?"

Jungkook was still a little hazy, but the way Jimin spoke now, soft and slow, helped him to understand. He nodded before remembering to speak, wanting to be good, "Yes- Yes please, Master."

Surprisingly, Jimin leant forward and pressed another kiss to Jungkook's lips, no more than a peck. Jungkook smiled at the thought this was all for him. He thought of Jimin saying he didn't kiss people, and wanted to believe he was special.

"B-But promise you'll be in-inside of me again." Jungkook quickly stuttered out, panic rising in his chest suddenly.

"I assure you this won't be the last time I mark you up, young witch." Jimin smirked, hands reassuring the younger as well as they ran up and down his sides, eventually curving over his small waist and round hips, coming down thick thighs.

"Mm- Hhmm.." Jungkook moaned, pressing his lips together, feeling Jimin pull out. The slow, long drag against his walls, the cockhead catching on his sensitive rim. He was shaking the entire time, Jimin having to hold his thighs to keep him in place until they pulled out completely.

Instantly, Jungkook felt a loss, pouting subconsciously at not being stuffed with his Master's cock. However, that only lasted a second before he was arching his back, mouth opening in a silent scream. His hands instinctively dived between his thighs, desperately clinging onto Jimin's wrists.

"N-no, no, no, n-no-"

It was all hopeless though, Jimin easily used one hand to wrap around both of Jungkook's wrists and pull them away, holding them onto his stomach so he could freely push two fingers into Jungkook's hole.

Belatedly, Jungkook realised Jimin was collecting as much cum as they could from his thighs - a mixture of the Demon's and his own - and pushing it back into his abused hole, stuffing him with as much cum as possible. It was pointless trying to stay still, body weakly flinching and trembling, thighs trying to squeeze shut to no success.

"Masters giving you what you've wanted for so long, shouldn't you be thanking me?"

Somehow Jungkook was stuttering, "T-thank you," despite saying no only a moment ago, and meaning every syllable as his eyes rolled back. Though torturous, though exhausted, Jungkook was whining and subconsciously leaning into the touch. Names filled his mind - Jimin calling him a desperate cum slut, the perfect cum dumb - and he couldn't come up with any arguments as he smiled lazily at two fingers fingering cum inside of him. 

When they finally pulled out, Jungkook's hands fell to his sides and his legs fell flat onto the table, body unmoving apart from the random shake, remnants of his overstimulation.  The Demon focused all of their attention on soothing hands over Jungkook's curves - in between his thighs and the swell of his ass, down his calves and over his ankles. With a little more pressure, Jimin was able to pull Jungkook's body down until he was at the edge of the table. Their hands slid over Jungkook's waist and under his back, easily lifting him up.

Without thinking, Jungkook fell forwards, sitting on the edge of the table and burying his face into Jimin's neck. Legs wrapped around their waist and before he knew it, the witch was clinging onto the Demon until there was no room between their bodies.

Distantly, Jungkook thought he heard something that sounded a lot like a soft chuckle whilst a large hand settled on his lower back, but he was still too hazy to notice anything else fully.

Idly, he nuzzled into Jimin's neck, nose nudging at the Demon's pulse point, lips dragging over their shoulder. He pulled Jimin even closer, breathing in their soft scent and committing it to memory, deciding it was his favourite comfort. 

Slowly, Jungkook's lips left kisses over Jimin's shoulder and his eyes opened long enough to realise this was in fact all happening. There was no doubting this was real when he felt warm skin beneath his fingertips, strong hands on his own body - one threading into his hair and softly playing with the strands like they had all the time in the world.

"I've never had someone cuddle into me before." Jimin said, and the words reached him a moment later. He sounded different, teetering on confused.

Jungkook was pouting before he pulled back, arms tightly wrapped around Jimin's neck. "Never?" He asked as hands fell to his waist, pulling him just as close.

With a small nod, Jimin explained, "People are usually too scared." 

It was like he was warning Jungkook, eyes daring him to run away.

Maybe Jungkook should be scared.

But fingertips were running up and down his spine, and it was really hard to feel threatened when patterns were drawn into his skin.

No, if anything he felt safe. 

"I don't think you're scary." He breathed quitely. If Jimin had spoken like it was a warning then Jungkook spoke like it was a promise.

With the candles melting away around them, some of the light dwindling to a dull glow and some snuffed out all together, they stared at each other like all there was was darkness. Like they had to lean closer to see each other's expressions, like they had to stare that much harder.

"Maybe we should change that." Jimin broke the silence, diving forward and biting into Jungkook's shoulder, though all it did was earn a loud giggle.

Jungkook playfully tried to push him away, smiling and laughing with the attack that barely hurt. Perhaps this should be odd, considering the teeth sinking into his skin belonged to a Demon, a mortal enemy of his, but Jungkook only smiled more. 

He didn't even feel the need to clutch his necklace as he so often did when his coven dabbled with dark magic. 

My necklace, Jungkook thought. 

Suddenly Jimin was gone, slipping out of Jungkook's arms and making him whine in protest, eyes tracking him down. He watched as the Demon waltzed over to the place he had lay the necklace earlier, and a blush dusted his cheeks. Could Jimin still read his every need?

Retrieving the necklace, Jimin walked right back to his spot between Jungkook's thighs, holding it up with one finger. This time Jungkook didn't naturally wrap himself around the Demon because he was too focused on trying to figure out how the hell Jimin was touching his necklace.

"Oh this?" Jimin prompted, swaying the necklace back and forth. "It has no effect on me, innocent one."

But Jungkook knows Lust Demon's can't touch that. No Demon. The apotropaic symbol carved into the locket's surface and protective herbs held within ensure that. The necklace should not only be untouchable to Demon's but weaken their powers of influence. This necklace is what had kept Jungkook safe from Jimin upon their meeting.

"But... Y-you made me take it off, so- So that you could..."

"It was only about trust, my young witch." Jimin interrupted, like they could tell Jungkook wasn't ready to make long coherent thoughts. With a growing smile, something between sadistic and genuinely happy, he continued, "I wanted to know how badly you wanted me. Though your pretty little necklace is no more than a trinket to me, you had faith it protected you from all things... sinful."

Eyes wandering over Jungkook's face, currently shaped in confusion, Jimin smirked, "Perhaps I'm somewhat of a masochist too."

"But," Jungkook began quickly, arguing his point because he didn't want to believe he had never stood a chance against Jimin or any other evil thing. "I know that Demon's are vulnerable to this magic. It protects me against you, you're-  You're a lust demon."

"Oh, innocent one..." Jimin began with a sigh, almost pitying him as he explained, "Not a Lust Demon... the Lust Demon."

Blinking, like that would make things clearer, Jungkook repeated the words until they felt like they were his. "T-the Lust Demon?" 

"There always has to be someone in charge, Jungkook. Someone dominant." Their voice sounded so much like a song again as he drawled, "And I'm so good at it." The smirk that graced their face grew as he pointed out, "You of all people should know that."

Shyness made him look down, but surprise is what left Jungkook speechless. His mind was still too hazy to dissect what all of this meant, to understand fully who was in front of him.

"It just so happens that you stumbled upon my creation place, meaning it was I that received your summons." The Demon explained casually, possibly recognising how hard all of this was for Jungkook to digest. "I couldn't decline a call from someone so devoted... and desperate."

Jungkook wasn't exceedingly educated on all there was to know about Demon's, but knowing Jimin was in charge made his whole body tense. Like ice water had been thrown over him, his brain jumped to attention, most of the dream like haze vanishing. Jungkook only wanted to conjure something daring, something controllable, not... whatever Jimin was capable of.

"Don't worry, young witch, I won't make you call me your highness." They smiled in amusement, clearly enjoying the change in Jungkook's demaour. As the witch shrunk in on himself, Jimin stood taller. "Though you will have to worship at my feet all the same."

"S-so the necklace, it... never worked for you?" He still couldn't meet Jimin's eyes, but the view of their naked bodies made his heart speed up. "From the start?"

"Every little sinful thought that filled your mind from the first moment we met was all you, innocent one.  But yes," Jimin shrugged like this was all simple, "I could have warped reality for you, made it a little harder to breathe, and a little easier to behave."

Jungkook didn't know what to make of that. Knowing it was all him from the beginning at least meant he hadn't been forced into anything, but it also meant he had to hold himself accountable for every bite of his lip and broken moan. When Jimin inflicted pain upon him, when a hand wrapped around his throat, when he was reduced to nothing more than an object, all of it, every time it felt good, was real.

"Here." Jimin suddenly said, his other hand clasping the locket. Though their hand didn't move, his face pinched together with a low hiss of pain.

Immediately, Jungkook was looking up, worried as he inquired, "Are you hurt?"

"It may not block my magic, but it still hurts." Jimin explained, opening his hand to reveal the once broken clasp now good as new. However, there was an evident burn mark in their palm where the necklace had done its purpose. 

"I can handle the pain if it means you're protected from others however." Pain was still written over his features, though faded, as Jimin fastened the chain around Jungkook's neck, securing it in its rightful place. Letting go, Jimin smirked, "Besides, you look so pretty with something around your neck."

A sigh of relief passed the witch's lips over having the necklace back. He wore it every day, to the point it was more essential than clothes to him. Yet he only focused on the relief for a moment before thinking, "Let me help."

He ignored the inexplicable growing pressure on his chest and the intense way Jimin watched him as he reached out for their hand. All his attention was channeled into taking Jimin's hand in his, gently caressing their palm, careful to avoid the burn, and chanting in a hushed whisper.

It was a small incantation, one of the very first Jungkook had learned. A few lines, a soft touch, and Jimin's skin was healing over the mark as though weeks had passed. It almost felt like it had been that long when he opened his eyes to find warm ones staring into his own.

"Thank you, pretty witch." Jimin hummed, the smallest hint of a smile following behind.

Jungkook wasn't as good at hiding his smile, however, as he shyly replied, "You're welcome, my lust demon."

"You're getting possessive of me." They said quickly, like they had caught Jungkook.

"N-no, I-" Jungkook jumped to defend, only to fall silent when something reminded him Jimin hated liars. "Yes." He said weakly.

"Look how good you are for me now." Jimin observed with pride, biting into their lip to stop a smile. He was leaning closer, hands gliding up Jungkook's naked thighs, as he confessed, "This is why I want to keep you so badly."

The praise sounded so good on Jimin's tongue and it suited Jungkook so well. But it all turned bitter as Jungkook digested his earlier promise of, you can have me, with a now more logical mind. 

"I- I don't think I can come with you." He blurted suddenly, guilt washing over him. As Jimin's hands stilled over his waist, Jungkook almost shouted, "I want to! It sounds... I want to. Bu- But I have responsibilities here. M-my family and friends, the coven."

As appealing as it sounded - spending every day in the haze Jimin could summon - Jungkook knew it wasn't realistic. Despite wanting to live in the dream that Jimin was, he had a whole life that couldn't be abandoned in a moment's decision. Even if the moment was as good as this one. 

"Not once has someone interpreted my words as a choice." 

Jungkook's eyes widened at Jimin's tone, deep and low. They lowered instantly in submission, and Jungkook wished he could say he was brave enough to walk out of here no matter what, but if Jimin ordered him to leave... would he really fight that hard to stay?

"You're not in trouble, young witch, you can relax." A finger tilted his chin up until their eyes met and Jungkook was surprised to find the Demon smiling. Not smirking, or teasing or mocking. Simply smiling. "Actually, I find it quite amusing how brave you are." 

With his last word, Jimin looked at Jungkook like he's never seen eyes quite like his. Like looking upon a beach full of sand and finding a singular grain that was somehow finally different from the rest.

"I'll allow it." 

"If it isn't a choice then I don't see that I need permission..." Jungkook mumbled out, only to find Jimin raising an eyebrow, like he was daring Jungkook to continue.

"Master." Jungkook added with a shy smile, hoping that earned him forgiveness.

Apparently so because Jimin laughed breathily, almost looking endeared as their hands came to Jungkook's waist again, squeezing lightly. It was such a pretty sound, something Jungkook never would have thought he'd be blessed to hear in the presence of a Demon.

"Then I'd like to visit you."

Taken by complete surprise, Jungkook echoed, "Visit me?"

"Truthfully, young witch, I don't come to this world much anymore." They confessed, almost sorrowful. "I'm far too busy with things you don't need to worry your adorable little human head about." A hand ruffled Jungkook's hair teasingly, the witch pouting in protest, earning another smile that was built on endearment.

"I think you're the best reason to come here I'll ever find."

"O-oh." Jungkook paused, pout fading as his lips opened in a silent gasp. Either Jimin didn't understand the weight of his words or didn't dwindle on human emotions such as embarrassment or timidity because he only looked on with unwavering confidence. So much confidence that Jungkook was quickly spiraling, heart thumping loudly and butterflies choking him slightly. 

"So?" 

"Y-yes!" Jungkook nodded, scolding the butterflies for delaying his answer. Whilst Jungkook's legs wrapped tighter around his demon's waist, he continued happily, "Yes, I'd love- I mean, really like it, if you could visit me. Anytime. Day or night." 

Tonight was only the beginning, a second in the hours they would spend together, a sample in all of the things they could do together, a lesson amongst learning a whole new way of life. 

Jungkook was sure of it. This may have began as a way to prove himself, a means to a desperate end, but it was ending in desire and lust. So strong the flame would never die out.

"Perhaps I can even meet your coven and you can show me who it was that teased you." The Demon began, lips closing in on his, and this felt like the start of something new as well. A hand travelled over his chest and throat, fingers caging his neck. Lips ghosted his ear. Jungkook closed his eyes and waited for the flames to consume him. "They should all know I'm the only one that can do that now."