𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 || 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

chapter 1/3

It's has been a long time How are you guys i hope you like the plot i don't know what got into me but i was eager to write taehyung as a demon This is going to be only a 3 chapter book

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I approach Jungkookie from behind, my eyes drawn to the tantalizing view of her cleavage spilling over the top of what is clearly a straining D-cup bra. Reaching out, I slide my cool fingers under the lacy edge, feeling the heat of her soft skin.

My fingers dip deeper, stretching the fabric of her bra until it feels like it might tear. Jungkook lets out a soft gasp as she feels my fingers inside her bra, her eyes widening in the mirror as she realizes what's happening. "T-Taehyung-?"

She started feeling dizzy with her eyes blurring.

I press closer, my chest nearly touching her back as I reach around with my other hand to deftly unclasp her bra with practiced ease. As the clasp comes undone, I slowly slide the straps down her shoulders, the lacy fabric falling away to reveal her full, heaving breasts.

Jungkookie's breath catches in her throat as the cool air hits her newly exposed skin. Her nipples stiffen into hard peaks, just begging to be touched. Unable to resist, I cup the heavy weight of her breasts, feeling them overflow my hands as I knead the soft flesh.

Jungkookie's face in the mirror is a picture of pure bliss, her lips slightly parted, eyes heavy-lidded and cheeks flushed all dizzy ,mind hazy barely conscious. She lets out a soft moan, her head lolling back against my shoulder. "Taehyung..."

Her voice is a husky whisper, thick with desire. I lean down, my cold lips finding the pulse point of her neck, nipping gently at her skin. As I straighten, I catch her gaze in the mirror, my own eyes reflecting the hunger I feel. "Jungie..."

I reach out and gently pinch her hardened nipple between my thumb and index finger, rolling it between them while my other hand continues to knead her other breast. Jungkook's face contorts in pleasure, her mouth falling open as she tries to stifle a scream. "Ahhhn..." She doesn't know what's happening with her.

I lean down and capture her mouth with my own, swallowing her cries as my hands continue to lavish attention on her breasts. Our eyes meet in the mirror, the heat between them undeniable.
After a deep, passionate kiss, I break away, my fingers trailing down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt. With a swift motion, I unzip it and let it fall to the floor, revealing her matching lace panties. I hook my fingers in the waistband, slowly pulling them down.

As her panties join the growing pile of clothing on the floor, Jungkookie's breath comes in ragged pants. She watches me in the mirror, her body quivering with anticipation. I straighten, my cold hands caressing down her sides, over her full hips, and down her thighs.

I gently spread her legs apart, her feet sliding out to the sides. I bend down, my face level with her center. Jungkookie's eyes widen as she realizes what I'm about to do but she is 70% unconscious, her hands reaching out to grab the edge of the dresser for support. "T-Taehyung-!"

Without a word, I bury my face between her thighs, my cold hands gripping her hips to hold her in place. She jerks forward, her nails digging into the wood as my tongue delves into her wet, welcoming heat. "Oh god- Taehyung- it's too much-!"

I ignore her pleading, my mouth continuing its relentless assault. I feel her legs start to shake, her breath coming in short gasps. She's close. I tighten my hold on her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I push her higher and higher.