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##GOD'S MENU !

ALBUM: GO LIVE

COMEBACK RELEASE: JUNE 17TH 2020

TRACK: GOD'S MENU

anything on the menu will satisfy your senses . . .

LUCY: say bon appétit!

audio moodboard by kiki ! [ vocals by saesong ]

FORMAT: dot point

PAIRING/S: lucy and the boys ( skz )

GENRE: idol, fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: none

##PRODUCTION & STAGE !

the track process has already been explored in lucy’s skz-record, but to repeat the main points:

the lyrics were written in collaboration by lucy and han, whilst the track was produced/arranged by all four members of 四RACHA (CB97, KAL1, SPEARB and J.ONE).

lucy had sent guitar riff samples to chan, changbin, and han; pitching the idea of a comeback based around defeating the boss (a concept that would perfectly encapsulate their first full album and summarise their mini eras).

surely enough, within the next couple of days— chan emailed her back two full tracks (what would eventually become han’s i got it and lucy’s god’s menu respectfully) that blew her mind.

but the company initially didn’t consider either track as comeback material— and it seemed only lucy (and perhaps hyunjin) heard their potential.

eventually, the four collectively decide to keep lucy/han’s lyrics for skz-records, but rewrite the official track together and push for the idea that they’re the boss of their own game.

lucy doesn’t have a lot of lines in the official track, mostly adlibs and harmonies. she has one solo rap section at the beginning of the song (cooking a sauce—all of our dishes taste strong) and duets the bridge with felix (just mix everything in— mix, mix).

and you know all god’s menu stages/fancams (of lucy or otherwise) are sexy because the choreography and fits are always on point.

bonus chancy in face chains!

##M/V !

as the video opens up with the unmoving shots of the kids: lucy would be situated in another part of the kitchen (much like han, as they are the track’s two main creators).

in the background of changbin’s shot, lucy can be spotted finger-tasting all of the members’ dishes (this would probably fuel the fandom for a while).

she’s on the construction site for her rap as she’s the lead constructor/manager of the song!

with lucy dancing in the centre, it very satisfyingly transitions to han in the kitchen— as he is also a “lead chef”.

ever seen god’s menu danced by girls? hot as hell. but also, in this universe, we get more seeknow (lucy and lee know) screen time and whoever edited lee know out of the m/v has been long since fired.

the fact we had red-haired lee know and only fifteen seconds of screen time? jail.

anyway, never enough ranting— all of the other scenes are quite similar as most of the kids have kept their lines and shots.

by the second chorus, lucy and lee know (or their stunt doubles) are racing on a motorbike and a sports car respectively whilst seungmin is singing/commentating in a booth.

felix and lucy centre choreography is insane as they mirror each other but harmonise with the sickest expressions on their faces.

and a conjoined ne, sonim! with the twins (lucy and hyunjin) is just *chef’s kiss*, both of them are side by side on the race track whilst two cars zoom pass them.

not sure why this video in particular has way more cuts of other performers (esp. when it’s such a short song)— but let’s just say some are replaced of shots of the kids on construction machines, cooking, experimenting and/or dancing.

##MAKING FILM !

kiki note #1: i'm never getting over this era... everyone is so damn fine! honestly, i got into skz during levanter but they didn't become my bias group (i was more nctzen/army) until go live!

on that note, the aesthetics are immaculate! and lucy getting into a racer uniform for her solo scenes? come on! she's also got a modern jeogori (kitchen scenes) and a black/red hypebeast (construction/function room scenes respectively) fit for the video.

filming starts in the construction yard with lucy's verse: before, it was lucy giving hyunjin tips and advice, but now it's her brother that helps add flair and expression to her dance (there are no words to convey how proud she is of him).

it isn't that she's bad at tongue-twisters but even if she's a rapper, she will nope herself out of that situation (most are just confusing and she is much too impatient to study them)!

lee know: bang chan!

chan: i'm doing an interview right now,

lee know: lucy's ordering!

chan: oh, please take my order then! medium steak, a watermelon juice, half sugar: i also need a bowl of rice—

lee know: mm,

chan: i need kimchi as well, aaand— asparagus. i think she knows what kind i like,

lee know: okay, your funeral!

everyone knows lucy hates detailed orders, it's just chan's luck she likes him more.

jeongin talks about how the nine members now have a "stay" ring with their initials carved on the inside *wipes tear*. he wears his on his pinky, lucy wears hers on a necklace and keeps it close to her heart.

missions:

changbin: i.n's mala flavour

lee know: han's mild flavour

bang chan: felix's charismatic flavour

seungmin: hyunjin's incredible flavour

hyunjin: lucy's sweetness

i.n: lee know's bitterness

lucy: changbin's saltiness

felix: seungmin's spiciness

han: chan's piquancy

hyunjin: i wanna get lucy. *pulls lucy from the envelope* wait, guys, i didn't set this up i swear!

a shot of giddy hyunjin because his mission is almost too easy.

lucy: seo changbin's saltiness? *staff asks why she's laughing* well, i don't wanna say it's easy, but— it's easy.

shots of the twins doing the trendy-but-epic hand illusions that are part of the choreography:

gifs by kiki !

jeongin imitating the twins' "yes, sir" and playing slaps with them to practice for the camera. why so gentle, innie? lucy and hyunjin try to poke fun at the cute boy but really they're just endeared at how embarrassed he is when trying to film his transitions.

welcome to stray kids' kitchen! where lucy is actually just gordon ramsey in disguise and twitter will never let it die.

lucy really does love both halves of puppy & cat school, but kim seungmin... that boy is a menace to society. handing lucy a stack of prop plates to carry nowhere, pranking her with actual spices that make her sneeze: he just loves tormenting his noona for no other reason than to get a reaction out of her (but we all know that it's really because he never wants the girl to feel left out).

but lucy can be a little shit too, such as whenever she's complimenting the boys (example a: admiring lee know's makeup)— unnie, you did such a good job! you made his face bearable to look at!

minho already has his fists up and ready to spar this girl. you wanna go?

felix's cookies: lucy likes them soft, warm and with milk!

whilst everyone's jamming out in the kitchen, lucy's sitting cross-legged on top of a counter getting fed. just hot girl stuff, you know?

shots of lucy licking her lips or wiping the edges with her thumb: she films them with ease but as soon as it's over, she can't stop herself from laughing and cringing simultaneously.

whilst filming in the function room, seungmin and lucy realise they're matching in red. this must have been an oversight! (the two direct their shock at the staff but it was always completely intentional)

the last shoot is on the race track, where the boys are working out to get their muscles pumped for their shots. lucy is wholeheartedly avoiding the scene by idly scrolling on her phone. (everyone knows her guns are the best though, stylists are just biased...)

she's also filming her scenes with lee know and hyunjin! getting into a race car is certainly an awesome experience, but the three are also glad they have their stunt doubles (who they introduce to the camera) to do most of the scary driving.

kiki note #2: in honour of god’s menu lee know, let’s just take a second to appreciate ranga skz. bless.

the rest of the kids watching them on the track are terrified for their lives!

mission time! changbin is bothering lucy, chan and felix who are taking photos. to lucy's luck, changbin wants to be included and she needs to capture his "saltiness". chan is also trying to accomplish his own mission and successfully does so with lucy's help.

chan: make us look charismatic,

lucy: you know i suck at taking photos, but i'll try.

felix (referring to chan): just make us look like batman and robin.

lucy: then that makes me catwoman, and changbin, bane.

salty changbin frowns at a cheering lucy whilst chan hi-fives her as they've also captured felix's charismatic expression.

lucy: i'm kidding! you're very clearly catwoman.

changbin: ya! noona!

during the evening shoot, hyunjin finally remembers to film his mission: oh, right! mine's easy though. look, watch this—

hyunjin: noona,

lucy (exhausted, playing on her switch while she’s waiting for the other members to get dressed): mm,

hyunjin: whatcha doing?

lucy: playing some zelda, why?

hyunjin: oh, i just wanted to say i'm hungry.

lucy (immediately puts down what she's doing to get her bag): you're hungry? i still have snacks leftover, what do you feel like? i have cheetos, almonds— i was gonna save this sausage, but you can have it.

hyunjin: want to half the sausage?

lucy: no, no, it’s okay— you have it. i’ll just order more food later or something.

hyunjin (happy boy with +1 sausage and a completed mission): see, told you. noona doesn’t kid around with food and she’s always sweet with us even if she’s the one who’s hungry.

filming ends with wholesome OT9 dancing!

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 | 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣!𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

"𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐..." 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗, 𝟹:𝟾

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 • 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

Pairing: Jimin/F Reader Word count: 4.1k Warnings: demon/devil, religious themes, paranormal, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, spooky stuff

a/n: hi so um this is unedited and probs littered with typos. i do not wish to undermine anyone’s beliefs or religion; this is simply fiction based off christian and catholic ideologies. please enjoy.

"Is this such a good idea?" your friend protested, her face pale and expression terrified.

"It's just a game, Julieta," you roll your eyes, placing the ouija board on the floor of your bedroom and sitting down in front of it, positioning the planchette in the centre of the board. Your friend sat down with you, desperately wanting nothing to do with this. But she couldn't leave you to do this alone. "What's the worst that can happen?" you tease. "My abuela warned me about these though, Y/N. She said you can let in all kind of bad stuff..."

You rolled your eyes again.

"Just put your hands on the planchette," you instructed as you placed your fingertips just barely on the edge. She mirrored you from the other side of the board, her fingertips shaking slightly. You took a deep breath, and spoke to the spirits...

"Hello. We'd like to contact you. Talk to us, are you here?" You call out. Nothing. No movement. You sigh. "We mean you no harm." Nothing again. "Is there anyone here?"

You start to feel a vibration on the planchette, but you put it down to Julieta's shaking hands. She was staring wide eyed at the board, too scared to even blink.

"If there is a spirit here, move the planchette. Use our energy, or whatever. Are you here?" you call out once again. The vibrations get more vigorous, and the planchette starts to move towards the 'yes' answer on the board. Julieta's eyes widened and she started to freak out. She couldn't breathe properly, a panic attack taking over. "Are you doing that?" she asked, frantically.

"No! Are you?" you matched her tone, surprised at the sudden movement.

"Of course not!" she shouted.

"You must be!" you yelled back, angry that she was pranking you this way and lying about it. You knew this shit was fake. You knew it would never work. She was just trying to scare you. "Fine, if it's not you, who is it?" The planchette started to move again under your fingertips, spelling a word. Slowly but surely, it became obvious...

E-L-D-I-A-B-L-O

Julieta flinched back from the planchette with a shriek, tears starting to build in her eyes.

"No... no, no, no... no me gusta esto," her fear was evident on her face, and she couldn't help but let her religion and her heritage take over... "Padre nuestro,

que estás en el cielo. Santificado sea tu nombre. Venga tu reino..." she began reciting the lord's prayer in Spanish, trying to protect herself. "This is ridiculous," you muttered to yourself, not buying her theatrics.

"No nos dejes caer en tentación y líbranos del mal. Amén." The second she finished her prayer, the planchette shot across the room, hitting the far wall with a loud smack and leaving a small groove in the plaster.

The two of you screamed, and Julieta bolted out of your room as quickly as she good, running down your stairs and our you front door with you hot on her tail, trying to stop her to calm her down.

"Wait, Julieta! Come back!" you yell from your porch, but she doesn't stop. She keeps running away, down your road and around the block. There's nothing you can do; she was too shaken up.

You sighed and shut your front door, making your way back up to your bedroom to put the board away. You were still shaken, but you didn't believe in this stuff. There must be an explanation? Maybe Julieta was just trying to mess with you. Maybe there was a spirit, but there was no way you were going to believe the 'spirit' was who it said it was. There was no such thing.

The room was freezing cold when you walked back in, almost enough to see your breath. The board lay on your floor, the planchette upside down on the other end of the room. You sighed, and started to pack the board and planchette away in the box they came in.

And then, someone cleared their throat.

You froze in place, not daring to look up at whoever had just announced their arrival in your bedroom. It didn't sound like Julieta. It didn't even sound female.

"You know, you should really say goodbye before you finish with those things. Otherwise, anything can come through; like leaving a door open," a smooth male voice said. You stayed frozen in place. Who the hell was in your bedroom?

Footsteps approached you slowly from behind, where the planchette had landed. The footsteps clicked like they were made by expensive shoes. Your deductions were proved correct when the expensive shoes stopped by your side; you could see them in your peripheral vision.

The intruder crouched down beside you, holding out your planchette in his hands for you to take. You look at his hands. They look so smooth, so soft; not a single imperfection. Your eyes trailed up his arm, his neck and finally, you looked up at his face.

He looked perfectly human, but above all he looked perfectly perfect.

His hair was blonde, his skin lightly tanned and flawless. His jaw was angled beautifully, yet still looked silky to the touch. His eyes were deep brown pools that looked like a glass of whiskey, glistening as they looked at you. And then, his smile; sweet and innocent looking, showing off his pearly white teeth.

He was wearing a deep red, velvet suit paired with a black shirt, a small gold chain hanging from the points of his collar.

"Here," he held the planchette closer to you for you to take, trying to snap you out of the trance his devilishly good looks had put you under.

You took it out of his outstretched hand and slipped it into the box without a word, never looking away from his deep whiskey eyes. The two of you stood up together, still never breaking eye contact.

"Wh-who are you?" you manage you choke out.

"I have many names. I don't like many of them. I like Jimin," he grins. Many names? What the hell did that mean?

"How did you get in here?"

"You invited me. Or at least, I was passing by, and you opened yourself up to me." He turned on his heels and stepped towards your bed, taking a seat on the edge. "I just wanted to scare your little friend really," he laughed, "but something intrigued me." You stayed glued to the spot.

"What?"

"You," he looked up to you again, his smile turning to a smirk. "There's something about you; the way you don't believe in me, even now as I sit before you."

"B-but I don't know who you a-"

"Yes you do," he interrupted. "You just don't want to admit it. Come here," he instructed. For some reason, you followed his instructions, slowly stepping towards him and standing in front of him. "I'm going to show you who I am," he looked up at you with a cocky expression.

You kept staring at him, waiting for him to do something. Nothing about him changed. He didn't move. He didn't say anything. You waited, but nothing. But then, his eyes... like someone injected some kind of thick black liquid into them, they clouded over into dark spheres staring into your eyes and consuming whatever humanity was inside of you.

You stepped back in shock, fear encapsulating you. He stood up and closed the distance, stepping forward with you as you took steps back to escape his close proximity.

"Y-you're-"

"You can call me Diablo," his voice had deepened to a scarily demonic voice, like the voices you hear in paranormal horror movies. "You can call me Lucifer. You can call me the Beast. You can call me the Deceiver. You can call me Leviathan. You can call me the Devil," his eyes lost their black hue and faded back to his beautiful whiskey colour, and his voice softened back to his original tone. "But like I said, I prefer Jimin."

How could he be? He was so... beautiful? You imagined the devil to look like the portrayal of him in historic literature and art; red, scaly skin, large black horns, two hoofed feet, a long, split tongue; the beast. But here he was; a human-like, beautiful young man. It confused and intrigued you.

"But... you're beautiful," you couldn't help the words slipping out. Something about his presence made you more honest, despite being in the presence of the deceiver.

Jimin threw his head back in laughter, bellowing out of his throat.

"Now that, I didn't expect. Thank you. You seem shocked though. Do you not know the story of how I came to be?" You shook your head no, never being a religious person. But now, you weren't sure what to believe. "Take a seat my darling, let me explain."

You perched yourself on the end of your bed where he had sat previously. He stood in a few feet in front of you, ready to tell his legend.

"I was an angel. I was one of God's army of good, if you can believe that," he scoffs. "At this point I think I'm open to believing anything..." Jimin smiled at your comment, laughing to himself.

"That's why I'm beautiful, y/n. Angels are immaculately beautiful, perfect in every way. So, in the kingdom above we were celebrating the creation of earth and all living things on the sabbath. We all took our turn to speak of the beauty of our world, choosing our favourite things and thanking God for them.

When it came to my turn, I told him I was grateful for the beauty that he gave me. I was grateful for my looks. I told him I was gorgeous and he had created art the moment he breathed me into existence. He didn't like that response much. He started shouting, screaming that I was a sinner and had committed the sin of pride. When I told him that he had created all of us with perfection in mind, as we were angels, he saw red. That's where the expression comes from, by the way. And why I'm drawn as a red beast; that's god's own anger. So, I fell from grace. I wanted the recognition and the attention I deserved, but that was seen as the sin of pride. You know that's one of the seven deadly sins, I'm sure. I had sinned, and it was unacceptable. So I fell from heaven, down into the pits of a vile land, hot and burning. You know it as hell. From then on, any other angels who fell from grace, or sinners from earth after they had perished, were sent to me under the pretence that they would burn with me for eternity. Hell is nothing like that, though. Hell is a wicked place, that's true. But it's full of lust, sex, gambling, drinking etc etc. You know; FUN. Why would I, Prince of Evil, want to punish those who do bad? I want to reward them," he grinned widely.

"Sin is fun, y/n. Don't you agree?"

You stayed quiet for a moment. I mean, did he have a point? Some sin was fun, I suppose...

"Murder isn't fun," you spat, suddenly angry at a man who thought that behaviour should be rewarded. "Oh no. No no no, darling. I do not reward murderers, nor sexual offenders or those who have committed particularly cruel crimes. This is where the world is wrong about me and my ideology has been exaggerated. Those people really do burn in hell. But the smallest thing can be a sin. I mean, look at me. I liked the way I looked, and was cast out of the pearly gates. The smallest indiscretions are supposedly evil. The smallest pleasures," he steps closers to you, his eyes fixed on yours. "I am simply in the business of not denying ourselves those sinfully pleasurable moments." He took another step closer to you, close enough now to step one foot between your legs. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, lust clouding his mind. "Wh-why did you come here today, Jimin?" You asked, your voice shaking as you stared back at him. His skin had this glow to it that you couldn't tear your eyes away from. You followed it, down his jaw, his neck, to the small exposed part of his chest peeking through his dark shirt. He was beautiful. Temptingly so...

"To scare your weak willed friend. Scaring people is fun. That's why I came. You, y/n, are why I stayed." You looked back to his eyes and gulped.

"What do you mean?"

"You are, in itself, a work of art. Jehovah did well with you. Not only do I not want to deny myself the pleasure of defiling one of God's most beautiful creations that I have ever seen," your eyes widened at his words, "but I didn't want to deny you the pleasure of feeling what it's like to have a real cock between your legs, darling." Your jaw dropped. H-how did he...?

"I'm the devil, sweetheart. I know exactly what you do on a Sunday evening, alone in the house with nothing but a wild imagination and a silicone cock," he smirks, taking another mini step towards you and crouching down to your level. "And on the sabbath day, for shame." He winks.

"Th-that's private..."

"Nothing is private with me, my darling. And there's nothing to be embarrassed about. In fact, the images I have seen are a sight to behold," he lifts his hand to your reddening cheek, delicately sweeping his thumb against the soft skin. "Would you like to feel a real cock, my dear? Would you like to feel the ultimate pleasure?"

You heart raced against your chest, your brain not thinking clearly. Jimin's beautiful lips were merely millimetres away from your own, his warm breath hitting your already hot cheeks.

"Y-yes..." you couldn't help yourself. All those Sunday nights home alone with your vibrator were heavenly to say the least, but all you wanted was the touch of another. And here was a beautiful man, offering himself to you. Was he using some kind of power to manipulate your feelings? You didn't think so, nor did you care.

"Yes what, darling?" he teases.

"Make me feel the ultimate pleasure... please." Jimin smiled and stood up straight, reaching out a hand like a gentleman. You took it, and he pulled you into his arms and against his chest. He looked deep into your eyes, his free hand lifting your chin to look up to him.

And then he pressed his lips to your own.

They were so tender, plump and juicy that you got lost in his kiss. The second he started to move his lips, it was game over. You melted against him, your nervously tensed body melting against him.

He gently ran his tongue along your bottom lip, the alien feeling of the wet and warmth was something you could easily get used to. He skimmed his teeth on your bottom lip too, hooking them on and tugging at them, blood rushing to the surface to fill them out a little more.

His hands slipped down your arms, snaking to your waste like serpents. His fingers danced with the hem of your t-shirt, grazing the skin underneath and igniting a fire inside you that blazed and burned with such ferocity that you couldn't help your hands from gripping onto his neck to pull his lips onto yours hard.

Jimin gripped onto the hem of your t-shirt, lifting it over your body, splitting the kiss apart to take it off your head. He gazed down at the perfection before him, clad in a deep red bra. He chuckled to himself.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you knew I was coming today." His lips found their way to your ear, nibbling on the lobe before his lips pecked your neck, further and further down until he reached your collarbone, where his teeth bit down on the bone and mouth sucked, leaving a dark purple mark.

You threw your head back, the sensations sending a ripple effect of pleasure through your body. Jimin dropped his hands to the button of the jean shorts you were wearing, popping it open and undoing the zipper. He backed you up against the edge of the bed once again, the edge hitting the backs of your knees and making you fall to sit in front of him. He crouches, slipping off your shorts and panties.

"Lie back for me, my darling," he instructs. "I want you to feel the ultimate pleasure." You press your back to the mattress, and he lowers himself to his knees, placing your thighs on his shoulders as he leans in closer to your sex. "Darling, you're practically glistening for me already. Such a bad girl," he taunted. You took a deep breath in, but before you could breathe out slowly to steady your nerves, Jimin placed his whole mouth on your core in a large '0' shape, his tongue laying flat against your folds to taste you. You choke on your own breath, the sensation new and oh, so exciting.

He moved his lips and tongue against you as if you were a forbidden fruit he was sucking the juice from, savouring every drop. He paid particular attention to your clit as his hands worked their way around your thighs to hold you in place. His thick lips were useful for more than just kissing, it seems, as he used them with expert skill to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

You couldn't help your moans spilling from your lips along with expletives and the devil's name.

It turned him on to hear you spewing such filth, letting the pleasure take over, giving yourself to him completely.

As he drew you closer to your orgasm, your hands wound up in his perfect blonde hair, crushing his lips to you. He sucked on your lips, his tongue flicking your clit over and over. Your stomach twisted and flipped with each new feeling, until it felt it had twisted into a very tight coil, just begging to spring free.

Suddenly, Jimin bit down on your clit. Not hard enough to cause any pain, but definitely enough to cause the nerves to spasm to the point of their absolute demise, the coil in your stomach not just unravelling, but shattering from being wound too tight.

Your legs shook and your body convulsed, the noises coming from your mouth absolutely inhuman. Jimin's hands gripped onto your hips, holding them as still as he could as he still had your clit between his teeth like the sadistic demon written in all the literature.

Only once your convulsions stopped did he offer you and kind of relief, pulling his head away from your sex to stand over you.

You looked up at him, satisfied and stimulated, to see him slip his velvet blazer off, folding it neatly and placing it on your dresser beside your bed. He unbuttoned his shirt agonisingly slowly, licking his lips to taste the delightful juice you had left on them. His chest was sculpted like a Greek marble statue with the definition carved into his flawless skin.

His eyes focussed on you, out of breath and weak on your bed, and his true self took over.

The black cloud injected itself into his eyes yet again, completely taking over the iris and whites of his eyes leaving them completely black and dangerous. But you weren't scared anymore. If anything, it made the adrenaline in your system rush uncontrollably through you, and you sat up to watch him fold his shirt and put it with his blazer.

He stepped towards you, offering the last articles of clothing as yours to discard. Your shaking hands undid the button to his velvet trousers and the zipper too, before they hooked themselves in the waistband of both the trousers and his underwear.

'Hm, so even demons wear underwear...' you thought to yourself, slightly amused.

Your prize beneath his clothing was a prize indeed; the size of him larger than the substitute you were used to.

Suddenly, the demonic voice fro before was back. "Lie back, against the pillows," he ordered. You obliged without hesitation, and strangely, without fear.

He crawled between your legs again, coming face to face with you. He stared at you with his demonic eyes, like he wanted to devour you. He lips hungrily attacked yours again, his hand gripping onto your bra where the wire connects between each breast and pulling, ripping the material with ease and throwing it away.

As he manoeuvred his way to your neck again, he muttered in the same dark voice, "tell me what you want, my darling. I want to hear it."

There was no resisting this, not that you ever wanted to. You were so turned on again, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you.

"Fuck me, Jimin. Show me what a real cock feels like," you plead.

He runs the head of his cock against your pussy, wet again with fresh arousal, before he slowly pushes himself into you.

Your walls expand to his size, nothing but pleasure erupting through you from the waist down.

Jimin growls above you, feeling his own pleasure ripple through him. He let's himself enjoy your warmth for a moment, before he starts to move his hips against you, deepening his cock and hitting you right where you needed him most.

He was a skilled lover. He had to be; he was a demon. The Prince of all the Demons. He knew where he needed to be. He knew what he needed to do. So with each thrust, he'd hit that soft spot inside you that would spark your pleasure like jumper cables being touched together.

"F-fuck," you breathe out. You can't help yourself. You moan loudly, sounding like a whore. But you don't care. You love it. And he loves it.

He picks up his pace, his demonic powers starting to bubble to the surface. His absolute strength pinned you to the mattress; his unholy speed pounded you into oblivion. Electricity flowed out of his hands, sending literal shocks to your skin as he gripped your hips.

With every devilish growl erupting from within him, something in your room was thrown against a wall. He never needed to touch anything, the power within him simply destroying your surroundings; photo frames, ornaments, a mirror, books; they flew across the room with such force as he fucked you.

As he destroyed your room, you dug your fingers into his back, pulling him closer to where his forehead was pressed against yours; his black eyes staring into your own as he continued his satanic growls.

You screamed as a new spring coiled in your stomach, impossibly tighter than before. Jimin was close, his growls getting deeper, his hips moving with such precision and such speed into yours.

"Jimin, I... Oh, fuck I want you to cum. Let it go," you begged him, not giving any kind of shit about your own orgasm, but wanting to see the devil himself reach his climax. You wanted to see the devil fall from grace once again; this time, because of you.

Jimin threw his head back, using one of his hands to rub harsh circles on your oversensitive clit. You were screaming again, the coil ready to splinter and shatter for a second time. And you hit it.

Your vision went black, your body inhumanly bending like Jimin had possessed you from the inside out. You moved like a contortionist, your lungs projecting your final screams. Jimin continued, ready to let himself go too.

He roared like some kind of animal, all the broken remnants of your belongings all over the floor levitating 6ft in the air. His body went rigid as he came inside you, your own climax simply sending him back down to hell.

He held you there as he roared, letting the unspeakable pleasure take over. His body fell on top of yours, the two of you collapsing into the sheets as the levitating debris fell to the floor once again.

The room fell silent; only your rapid breathing could be heard. You looked down at your demon, his head looking up at you and panting. His eyes had returned to their natural state, looking up at you wide and... shocked?

"What did you do to me?" he asked, confused and almost scared of you. You didn't understand. What did you to do him? That... wasn't normal for him?

"I-I... I don't know. What did I do? I don't understand." He propped himself up to look down at your face again, his face red and flushed, covered in sheen of sweat.

"It's never been like that... I am never letting you go. Something about you... I don't understand it, but you're more addictive than heroin. You're the girl who brought the devil to his knees."

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

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