Warning: demonic setting, smut, 18+
As he carried you through the doorway, anticipation humming in the air like an electrifying current, you found yourself not in the expected sanctuary of a church, but in the intimate embrace of a vast, dimly lit bedroom. The ceiling soared to dizzying heights above, shrouded in a mysterious allure, while tall glass windows stood sentinel, their view obscured by a thick veil of fog, lending an otherworldly ambiance to the space.
Within the crimson confines of the room, every surface seemed to pulse with a seductive energy, the walls bathed in a rich garnet hue that whispered of passion and desire. It was a sanctuary cocooned in secrecy, where time seemed to stand still, and the outside world faded into obscurity, leaving only the two of you enveloped in the throes of an enigmatic allure.
You were confused and fear was starting to settle in, Jimin was not lying, a swirl of conflicting emotions churned within you. Fear and attraction warred for dominance in your heart, leaving you feeling unsettled and uncertain about secrets Jimin harboured beneath his charming façade.
Despite your lingering apprehension, a part of you couldn't deny the undeniable pull you felt towards Jimin. His charm and allure seemed to envelop you completely, drawing you in with an irresistible allure that you found difficult to resist.
As he lowered you onto the plush expanse of his bed, the soft, inviting caress of the red silk sheets embraced your form, cradling you in a cocoon of luxurious comfort. Your gaze met his, a flicker of apprehension dancing in the depths of your eyes, a silent plea for reassurance amidst the rising tide of fear.
With a measured grace, he positioned himself above you, his presence casting a shadow over your trembling form. Yet, there was a magnetism in his gaze, an intensity that held you captive, despite the tremors of uncertainty coursing through your veins. In that moment, amidst the silken embrace of the bed and the weight of his presence pressing down upon you, you found yourself teetering on the edge of vulnerability, surrendering to the unknown with a mixture of trepidation and reluctant anticipation.
"Darling," his voice, a velvet whisper, caressed your senses, "I'm not going to do anything bad to you. You gave yourself to me willingly." With a tenderness that belied the darkness lurking beneath the surface, he cupped your cheek, his touch a fragile reassurance amidst the turbulence of emotions raging within you.
As the weight of his words settled upon you, a pang of regret clawed at the back of your mind. Had you truly surrendered yourself to a being cloaked in darkness, a demon disguised in human form? The realisation dawned like a chill wind, sending shivers down your spine as you grappled with the enormity of your actions.
With each passing moment, the gravity of your choice weighed heavily upon you, casting a shadow over the flickering flames of desire that had once burned bright within you. You had offered not only your body but your very essence, your soul, to a creature whose intentions remained shrouded in ambiguity, and now, the consequences of that reckless decision loomed ominously on the horizon.
In the quiet of the dimly lit room, engulfed by the crimson hues of the walls and the hazy veil of uncertainty that hung in the air, you found yourself grappling with a newfound sense of remorse—a bitter reminder of the price paid for temptation, and the haunting spectre of a path chosen in haste, now laid bare before you.
"It's okay, shh," his voice, a gentle murmur, caressed the air as he leaned in to kiss you once more. But this time, you remained unresponsive, your body tensing beneath his touch. The once irresistible allure of his lips now held no sway over you, for your mind was consumed by the haunting echoes of doubt and regret.
As his lips brushed against yours, a chill swept through you, a stark reminder of the chasm that now lay between you. No longer could you surrender to the seductive whispers of his embrace, for the illusion had been shattered, revealing the truth that lay beneath the surface—a truth steeped in darkness and deceit.
In the silence that followed, punctuated only by the soft rustle of the bed sheets and the distant murmur of the world beyond, you found yourself adrift in a sea of uncertainty, grappling with the ramifications of a choice made in the throes of desire. And as you lay there, unmoving, a solitary figure in the crimson embrace of the room, you couldn't help but wonder if redemption awaited on the distant horizon, or if you were condemned to languish in the shadows of your own making.
“______” Jimin whispered like a fragile plea, pierced through the heavy silence, drawing your attention back to the present moment. Startled from your reverie, you turned to face him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of apprehension and uncertainty.
In the depths of his eyes, you saw a flicker of something unfamiliar—a vulnerability that mirrored your own, a silent acknowledgment of the fractured bond between you. And as you held each other's gaze, ensnared in the fragile web of connection that still lingered between you, you couldn't help but wonder if there was still hope amidst the ruins of what once was.
With a gentle smile playing on his lips, he spoke, his voice soft, invoking memories long forgotten. "Do you remember the imaginary friend you had in the treehouse?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "It was me. You used to come to me every day, sharing your stories, displaying your favourite toys, and confiding your frustrations about your parents and teachers."
His words wove a tapestry of nostalgia, threading through the fabric of your childhood, illuminating moments once shrouded in the mists of memory. The revelation unfolded like a cherished secret, revealing a bond deeper than you had ever imagined.
As he continued to speak, his touch grew more tender, each caress a gentle reminder of the connection that had endured through the years. "The family who lived in that house before yours," he murmured, his voice tinged with solemnity, "were worshipers of the devil. But your family never cleansed the house, so I stayed and met you and I'm still with you."
His confession carried a weighty significance, unveiling a truth that had rested dormant in the recesses of your mind. And as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, temptation returned, a surge of warmth washed over you, enveloping you in a sense of belonging and protection that transcended the boundaries of time and space.
“My princess, do you not want me?” he asked.
You wanted his love, but at the same time your rational mind warned he was the devil himself. Jimin, ever the master of manipulation, revelled in your tumultuous emotions, confident in the knowledge that ultimately, you would succumb to him. So, you did, you gripped the back of Jimin’s hair pulling him closer, sealing your fate with a kiss that spoke volumes of your decision—a choice made against the backdrop of uncertainty, but driven by an undeniable force that bound you to him, even as your rational mind screamed warnings of danger.
His smile widened, a predatory gleam dancing in his eyes as he realized his triumph. With a possessive grip on the top of your head, he pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours with an insatiable hunger. The taste of your metallic blood lingered on your lips, a bitter reminder of the violence of his passion, but it did little to quell the fervour of his desire.
As he hungrily kissed you, his burning intensity searing through you, he sucked on your bottom lip, igniting a primal ache that ran through your veins. A gasp escaped your lips as he groped your breast, his fingers pinching and teasing, coaxing a sweet melody of pleasure from deep within you.
Your mouth fell open in a silent plea as he took advantage of your vulnerability, slipping his tongue past your lips with a possessive urgency. A primal battle followed, his tongue duelling with yours for dominance in the intimate dance of passion, each movement a testament to the raw intensity of his desire and the magnetic pull that bound you to him, even as your rational mind screamed for escape.
As your lips parted, a slender thread of saliva lingered, bridging the gap between you both like a delicate dance of desire. It was like a testament to the intimacy you both had just shared, a tangible connection spun from the sweet residue of your and Jimin’s kiss.
In his lair, he could show you his true form, his eyes, a mesmerizing shade of crimson, seemed to pierce through your soul with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. They glowed with an infernal fire, hinting at the depths of power and darkness that lay within him.
His features were undeniably handsome, yet there was an unmistakable hint of something otherworldly about them. His sculpted jawline and high cheekbones were accentuated by a faint trace of shadow, lending him an air of mystery and danger. His lips, full and inviting, curled into a wicked smirk that spoke of untold secrets and forbidden desires.
The demonic traits that truly set Jimin apart were his horns, curved and ebony-black, protruded from his tousled hair, adding a menacing edge to his already striking appearance. His skin, smooth and flawless, bore intricate patterns that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal light, hinting at the supernatural power coursing through his veins.
Despite his demonic nature, there was an undeniable attraction about Jimin that drew you in, captivating your senses and leaving you unable to look away. He exuded an aura of raw power and seduction, a dangerous combination that both thrilled and terrified you in equal measure.
With a snap of his fingers, you laid there bare on his silk sheets, he was also naked on top of you. His skin felt unnaturally warm against yours, tingling with an intensity that left you breathless and wanting more.
The heat of his touch seemed to seep into your very being, igniting a fire deep within you that burned with a greedy desire. It was as if every inch of his skin was infused with a forbidden warmth, drawing you closer with an irresistible pull that defied reason and logic.
Despite the overwhelming heat of his touch, you found yourself leaning into it, craving the intensity of his embrace. In that moment, there was no denying the intoxicating allure of Jimin's demonic presence, his touch leaving an indelible mark on your soul that you knew you would never forget. Your rational mind was now quiet, and you did only what your heart desired.
Jimin sat between your legs as he left butterfly kisses all over your chest, slowly making his way down to your tummy and then your thighs. He proceeded to then handcuff your hands above your head to the headboard, restricting your movements and perking up your boobs even more.
As he kissed your pussy, you squirmed at the sensation, he held your thigh with one hand and with his other hand he used his fingers to hold your pussy lips apart. He left kisses along the slit, before latching his lips on your clit and sucking on it, you squirmed and moaned, you were clenching on air and needed more, arching your back unable to use your own hands, Jimin was finding pleasure in your desperation. Soon you reached your high and came all over Jimin’s face, he tasted you with pleasure, his nose rubbing your overstimulated bundle of nerves every now and then.
He sat up and you saw his lips and chin glistening in your arousal, it was so fuckin hot, you didn’t want him, you needed him at this point.
“Jimin, I need you” you pleaded.
He just laughed at your neediness and how you were wriggling around desperate to be touched.
“Beg harder princess” he said as he wiped his mouth.
“Please Jimin, please, please, please” You whined.
“Is that the best you can do?” he mocked.
“Jimin, I’m going to start crying if you don’t…” you responded.
“Don’t what?” he snickered.
“You know what you idiot devil” you replied.
“Idiot, eh? I’ll show you what this idiot can do” Jimin raised an eyebrow, he was amused by your personality flip.
He took your left nipple into his mouth sucking on it hard, a little painfully. His left hand played with your other nipple, pinching, and pulling it, while his right hand explored your lower region. He used his index finger moving it up and down your slit, his thumb pressing on your swollen clit.
As he bit on your nipple he slipped his middle finger into your pussy, pumping in and out at a tremendously fast speed, he added another finger, now scissoring in your hole, earning very pornographic sounds from you.
You were reaching another high, Jimin added 2 more fingers and his thumb stayed circling your clit, you felt like you were being ripped apart, the burn felt so good, and your release followed shortly after, you could feel the silk under you wet with your arousal, it felt cool in contrast to your skin.
“Am I still an idiot?” Jimin asked as he let your nipple go with a pop.
Jimin was playing with your cum on his hand, moving his fingers around, making and breaking strings of white while being amused.
You were too overwhelmed to speak, Jimin slapped your boob.
“Ow what was that for?” you squealed.
“I asked you a simple question” Jimin simply smirked.
The slap on your boob felt hot, maybe another one won’t hurt right? You thought of all the possible things you could say to make him repeat his action, you responded lamely “Well Jimin, you are still an idiot”.
Jimin saw right through you, he knew what you wanted, making his lips curl.
“Princess, I know what you want, you’re not getting another slap” he whispered, “Well not at least on your boobs”.
He freed your hands from the cuffs and turned you to your side spanking your ass.
“Ah” you let out a sensual groan with each spank, in total your bottom received ten, and your clit received three, totalling in thirteen.
Jimin loved the reactions you gave to his abuse, turning you on your back he spread your legs, kneeling in between and took one of your legs on his shoulder.
“Ready princess?” he asked, how was the devil such a gentleman?
You nodded. He held the base of his cock and aligned the tip to your entrance, you could see it was different from last time, his demonic form had a longer cock, a lot thicker and veinier, you were unsure if that would even fit in you. He gently pushed into you, even though he had prepped you with 4 fingers, taking his cock was still a challenge. You squeezed your eyes shut and Jimin stopped all his movements.
“You okay Princess? Shall I pull out”, he asked, being genuinely concerned, he was just a little more than halfway in.
You profusely shook your head “No, no, please put it all in”, you wanted to make him proud.
Jimin was serious “No I am not going to hurt you”.
You grabbed his arm, with a pleading look you begged “Jimin please, I promise I’ll let you know if it gets too painful”.
He nodded and continued to push in further and further, your moans increasing with each inch, finally he was all in and your gummy walls accommodated him really well.
You were so full, he was pushing hard on your cervix, you bucked your hips for some movement, Jimin chuckled as he started to move at a slow rhythm. It felt so amazing, you were starting to see stars, your mind was only consumed with Jimin, well not even Jimin, just his cock to be honest. He literally fucked you dumb, his pace started to increase, and your walls squeezed him even more, making it difficult for him to maintain the fast motion.
“Princess is close huh? Loser comes first” he laughed.
You moaned, he went even faster, one hand gripping your thigh and the other playing with your clit. You tried to hold back, you really wanted to win against him, but it became all too much. White washed over your vision, sweat was trailing from your forehead into your hairline now, and you came, you lost but it was worth it.
Jimin didn’t hesitate, he came right after, his warmth flooding in you, you could feel it hitting against your walls, his cum kept going and going. You could feel the juices leaking out of your hole and towards your ass before collecting on his sheets. Jimin rested your leg which was on his shoulder back on the bed, he kissed you making you feel butterflies in your stomach while his dick was still resting in there.
“Not pulling out?” you asked, it felt like he had no intention to.
“No, let’s fall asleep like this” he replied.
Both of you were on your sides, Jimin still lodged deep inside of you, you put your leg over him as pulled up the blanket. He cuddled you against his chest, stroking your hair gently till you fell asleep, he soon followed you to dreamland.
The following morning you woke up to an empty bed, your bed, in your bedroom, you were a little confused, was last night a dream?
You sat up and found yourself to be naked, the ache between your legs proved that last night was real. Your clothes from yesterday we neatly folded and placed on the chair by your window, there was also a note on it. You got out of bed, and realised how sore you actually were, it felt as if you swam around the entire world in one day. As you took steps towards your chair, your hole throbbed and leaked of your and Jimin's fluids.
You grabbed the note and sat back down, your lower back was aching. As you unfolded the note and read its contents, a soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The words written on the paper spoke volumes, a tender reminder of Jimin's affection and concern for you.
"My lovely princess," the note began, the endearment causing warmth to bloom in your chest. It was a simple yet endearing gesture, one that made your heart flutter with fondness.
"I hope you have a lovely day, and don't ache too much, I came in you a couple of more times in your sleep ;)" the message continued, a gentle reminder of the physical toll that your recent activities may have taken on you. Jimin's thoughtful consideration for your well-being touched you deeply, his words carrying a soothing reassurance that eased the ache of your tired muscles.
"I will speak to you soon, take care of yourself, lots of love from your Jimin" the note concluded, a promise of future communication and a heartfelt wish for your continued health and happiness. As you folded the note and tucked it away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Jimin's unwavering love and affection, his words serving as a comforting reminder of the bond that you shared.
