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Jungkook could no longer touch Jimin without feeling guilty.

Now that he knew that each action of affection that he directed towards Jimin was hurting him, it was hard to even look at him without worrying that he was causing him pain.

He invited Jimin over to tell him that they needed to part ways. His conscience was screaming at him at this point, telling him 'Jungkook, you can't do this to him.' It was going to hurt to leave him, but staying would cause Jimin even more pain - and he didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve to be brought closer to death each day just so that Jungkook could cuddle up next to him.

"Jungkook?" Jimin's voice rang throughout the younger's apartment, sounding as sweet as always, despite being raspy.

Jungkook looked down the hallway that Jimin had disappeared down about ten minutes ago, blushing upon the sight of the demon leaning against the doorway of the bathroom; hair dripping wet and torso clad with one of Jungkook's white t-shirts. It was quite big on him, the hem resting around mid-thigh.

It was raining when Jimin walked to his apartment, but the demon didn't want to postpone the plans just because he didn't have a car. Jungkook felt guilty that he had walked in the unforgiving weather, ushering him to have a warm shower the moment that he arrived.

And looking at him as he walked closer, all of the reasons Jungkook was going to give for leaving died on his tongue. The thought of even telling Jimin that he was going to leave fizzled out in his brain.

Because Jimin looked so beautiful, and for some reason he didn't look like he was crumbling apart as drastically as before. His hair being wet and swept off of his forehead masked the fragility of it. The oversized shirt disguised his deteriorating body, and Jungkook could swear that his eyes looked just as bright as the first time he saw him.

"Somebody looks deep in thought." Jimin chuckled softly, choosing to sit on Jungkook's lap, as opposed to any of the open spots on the couch. The younger wasn't complaining.

"Always am." Jungkook responded softly, reaching up and brushing a few wet pieces of hair out of Jimin's eyes. "How're you feeling?"

Jimin shrugged, resting his arms on Jungkook's shoulders.

"Well enough to get by." He sighed, raising an eyebrow as he caught sight of Jungkook's new ring once more. It was s pretty rose gold, a few diamonds dotting the surface. "Where'd you get that?" He asked, although he was pretty sure he already knew - though he didn't exactly like the answer.

Jungkook looked down to his hand, raising an eyebrow before lifting his hand up so that Jimin could get a better look.

"Seokjin gave it to me." He answered softly, watching how Jimin's lips twitched into a slight frown. In all honesty, Jimin didn't like having all of the sins mess with Jungkook at once, it wasn't fair to gang up on him like that.

Jimin merely hummed, eyebrows then shooting up at the way Jungkook's eyes darted down to observe the expanse of bare thigh that was on display from his choice of attire. He bit back a chuckle, a smile playing at his lips. With all of the tears and heartache, it had been so long since him and Jungkook had gotten to completely indulge in each other. "Lift it up."

Jungkook's gaze snapped back up to Jimin's at the words, eyebrows raising.

"What?" He asked, Jimin leaning back and shifting his weight.

"The shirt." He spoke lowly. "Lift it up."

Jimin watched as Jungkook's eyes darkened, and his heart skipped a beat. He forgot how fun this could be, when he actually enjoyed it.

"Why?" Jungkook whispered, hooking his thumb underneath the hem of the shirt. "Got something hidden under there for me?" He asked softly, pulling the fabric up just a little bit. His smirk grew, upon revealing even more bare skin. "You do."

"Who said it was for you?" Jimin asked coyly, feeling as Jungkook slipped his hands underneath the fabric. "Maybe it was just comfortable." He shrugged, despite the slight shiver he felt when Jungkook gripped his hips.

Jungkook chuckled lowly, with all of the problems that had been arising he had almost forgotten how great it was to have Jimin like this.

He pressed his lips to Jimin's jaw, sighing softly when his tongue darted out and he caught the familiar sweet taste that he had only ever tasted from Jimin's skin.

"I'm sure." He spoke against the demon's skin. "Walking out here in nothing but my t-shirt? I know what you want."

Jimin bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut as Jungkook sucked harshly on the spot that always made him weak.

"What do I want?" He asked shakily, bringing his hand down to Jungkook's belt buckle; fully aware that he just answered his own question with his actions.

One of the hands that gripped Jimin's waist slid downwards, Jimin's breath hitching as Jungkook brushed against his semi hard dick.

"I think you'd like me to just completely take you, like I used to." Jungkook answered, breath fanning across Jimin's skin. "I think you want me to push you deep into these couch cushions, your legs around my waist and fingers clawing at my back."

Jimin let out a shaky breath, nodding quickly and rutting against Jungkook's hand. "But I really like how you look on my lap, baby." Jungkook whispered. "Would look so pretty, bouncing on my lap in nothing but my shirt."

"Yes! Jungkook I want that!" Jimin cried, a few soft moans leaving his lips as the younger squeezed the base of his now fully hard cock.

"Of course you do." Jungkook chuckled, letting go out Jimin and unbuckling his belt himself. He tapped Jimin's hip softly, signalling the demon to sit up so that he could slide his jeans off. "So prep yourself for me, and I'll give you what you want."

Jimin nodded quickly again, lifting himself and bringing three of his fingers to his lips. He looked Jungkook straight in the eye as he sucked on them, swirling his tongue around them and slicking them up well.

Jungkook's hands were back on his waist, lips back on his neck as Jimin brought his hand down and slowly pushed one finger into himself. He let out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering shut once more as he thrusted it into himself at a leisurely pace.

By the time Jimin had worked himself up to a third finger, he was gasping and moaning shamelessly, neck covered in a multitude of coloured bruises that stood out so beautifully against his skin. "Ready?" Jungkook asked, lips moving softly against his skin.

Jimin nodded frantically, sighing softly as he removed his fingers. It wasn't long before he was tugging Jungkook's underwear down as well, face flushed a pretty shade of pink as he caught sight of the younger's cock. He moaned softly at the sight alone, nearly drooling as he watched a bead of precum roll down. He quickly spit into his hand, bringing it down and giving Jungkook's dick a few pumps; smearing both the precum and spit across it to slick it up.

Jungkook inhaled sharply, eyes dark and gaze intense as his grip on Jimin's hips tightened. He pulled Jimin close until their chests touched, using his hold on the older to gently guide him down.

Jimin brought his arms to rest around  Jungkook's shoulders, gripping at the younger's hair as he slowly sunk down; mouth dropping open as he felt himself be stretched open amazingly. What he believed in the beginning was still true now - no one could make him feel as good as Jungkook did.

Jimin let out a sound similar to a sob when he was fully seated, breathing heavy against Jungkook's neck as he let himself adjust. Jungkook was patient, rubbing soothing circles against Jimin's skin as the demon slowly moved his hips back up - before dropping them right back down again.

He moaned in a high pitch against Jungkook's skin, doing that same thing a few more times before he began to build up a steady rhythm. The position Jungkook had chosen had his prostate being nailed at each drop of his hips, hands gripping into the fabric of the younger's shirt as he whimpered and moaned shamelessly into the otherwise quiet apartment.

"Fuck, Jimin." Jungkook gasped out, nibbling at the older's earlobe as he began to buck his hips up to meet Jimin halfway. "So fucking good." He brought one of his hands up, running his hand through Jimin's hair. "If only I had those pretty little horns to tug on again, since I saw how much you liked it."

Jimin chuckled softly at that, though the sound was fairly drowned out between the sinful sounds of pleasure that left his lips. He did his best to will the ruse of his human from away, though it was hard to concentrate when Jungkook was fucking him better than he had been in a long time.

His horns did poke up again though, and he leaned back, looking Jungkook straight in the eyes with his hooded ones.

"Fucking do it then." He whispered, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to keep at least a few of the moans at bay. It was to no avail though, because the moment Jungkook's fingers wrapped around one of his horns he let out a whimper; and the second he tugged on it Jimin cried out, throwing his head back and quickening his pace.

The white t-shirt he wore was nearly transparent due to the sweat at this point, but he knew that he smelled of Jungkook's cologne because of it - and he loved that.

"Jungkook!" He borderline sobbed, tears pricking at his eyes from the pleasure as he felt his cock throb against his stomach, precum leaking out and causing a sticky mess against his skin.

"Gonna come, baby?" Jungkook asked, Jimin nodding frantically. "Gonna come untouched and make a mess all over my shirt?" Jimin nodded again, breathing quickening as he felt his self restraint deteriorate. The warmth in his lower abdomen pooled quickly, but there was no way he could hold back once Jungkook tugged on his horns once more.

The action caused a spark of pleasure to shoot down his spine and he completely came undone, a garbled version of Jungkook's name and a bunch of curse words leaving his lips as he came hard, cum dirtying the front of Jungkook's shirt.

Jungkook quickly flipped them over, pinning Jimin into the couch cushions and pounding into him at an even quicker pace; fucking him through his orgasm and straight to the point of overstimulation. But Jimin liked it like that, knowing how good he was making the younger feel.

He let out soft whimpers, nails dragging down Jungkook's back. The demon form sharpened his nails as well, so he wouldn't be surprised if the human's shirt was ripped after this.

And finally Jungkook buried himself deep inside Jimin, a low groan leaving his lips as he released into him.

When he pulled out and rolled them over so that Jimin's smaller form could lay on top of him, he couldn't help but smile.

Because Jimin's hair was adorably fluffy and messed up, and his eyes were shining oh so brightly even in the low light.

And just for a moment, nothing was wrong.

That is, until the guilt set in once more.

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I promised to dedicate the first full smut chapter to TaTievanBoven so here you go 👀 have fun w/ the sin