Angel (Vhope And Jikook short story)

ŧɧřɛɛ - Jungkook

He's here.

In my arms.

Hugging me.

Kissing me.

Crying.

I hate that he's crying, I quickly wipe his tears away, leaning down to cup his face, his eyes are no longer bright blue, but a soft deep blue.

He's truly free now. His god doesn't want him back. He's been tainted by my demoness.

Of course he isn't wanted back.

But he is still gorgeous. His hair is still soft. His lips are still comically big. His eyes are still soft and doe like.

"Baby boy" was all I needed to say before he was sobbing again. Clutching me like I was going ro leave him. No, I'll never leave him again "baby, come with me to my place ok? We'll talk all night long, we'll cuddle and just relax" I sooth.

"No! I want you! Now" Jimin cries, wrapping a leg around my waist and starting to grind his hips against mine.

Fuck.

He's still my little needy angel isn't he?

Fine, well do it here, let those crack heads hear. I don't care. My baby needs me.

I quickly bend down, connecting our lips together in a heated kiss, backing him against the wall; careful of his wings. His hands reach up to grip my horns that I let free for him.

Because he has something for horns, he likes to grip them whenever were having sex.

He moans into the kiss, fingers wrapped around my horns, legs kicking up around my waist. It has been way to long, I miss my baby. I miss being able to pleasure him. I miss watching one of gods precious angels turn into a cockslut.

I miss it all.

I miss Jimins soft lips, his beautiful pink hair, his tiny waist and big thighs.

I miss his blue eyes, his laugh, his smile, his moans and giggles.

I miss his cuddles and hugs. I miss him.

I pull from our kiss to let him breath, as he was panting I took enunciative to rip his shirt down the middle making him gasp and arch his chest against my touches.

I know my hands are cold. We used to didn't have to worry about temperature because we both were always cold as stone but now he has the body heat of a human, and I can't wait to be able to cuddle close to that body heat.

I happily dug my claws into Jimins tiny body, leaning down to place my rough, yet sweet, bites all over his beautiful chest, making those fading marks brighten up as I claim whats mine. What's always been mine.

He was just a little mess under me. He was pulling me closer, crying out in pleasure, legs tightening around me. Begging for me.

"K-kookie!" Jimin squealed, laying his head back against the wall as I bite into his soft and beaitiful skin, tasting his sweet blood as he bucked his hips forward, trying to create some friction.

It's all adorable becuase he knows that I'm in charge and that I'll have him throughly fucked out.

But hearing his whimpers and whines and begs it only makes me harder. It makes me want to burry deep inside him again.

Shit. I can't tease and mark him much longer or I'll end up hurting him when I fuck him. I hate hurting him.

I gently pull away and set him on the ground, watching his eyes widen, tears filling his eyes "y-your not done with me already are you?" He cried out, wrapping his arms back around my neck, pulling himself closer.