tear you apart. kth (m)
I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart.’
pairing: demon!tae x reader
genre: smut, pwp, light horror(?)/paranormal, incubus!tae
word count: 13.2k
warnings: playing with ouija boards, summoning demons, (jungkook is a buzzfeed unsolved nerd), taehyung is an incubus soooo there’s wet dreams lmao, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, use of vibrator, masturbation (f), voyeurism, multiple orgasms, spanking, tiny pain kink, spit kink (bc who would i be without putting that in there), cum sharing, hair pulling, tae has a monster demon dick ur welcome, rough sex, stomach bulging, its v messy
author’s note: thank you to @dewykth for reading this through and approving the filth 😈 & @periminkle for sprinting with me and giving me the motivation to word vomit over half of this in a few hours lmaooo ❣️ this idea came to me at 3am and i swore it would be 5k but before i knew it…it manifested into this so im sorry but also you’re welcome (this is purely self indulgent but theres a plot if you squint)🤠 ps my knowledge of incubus lies in the three pages i read from this demon encyclopedia i just so happen to have so if you’re like a demon expert pls don’t stone me..
let me know what you think please i love feedback 🖤
The soft glow from the moon illuminates the sight before you, standing on the overgrown pathway that leads to the abandoned two story complex, boarded up tightly to prevent people like you and your friends from entering. That wouldn’t deter Jungkook, no he was determined to get inside to do what he had called you all over to do.
So as he continues to jam his shoulder against the flimsy boards, his smile only growing as he starts to feel it bend under his weight, the rest of you merely observe your slightly unhinged friend. Yoongi is standing beside you, holding all of the items Jungkook had thrusted into his arms before attempting to use his whole body as a makeshift battering ram.
A brand new Ouija board box was the main thing he was holding, a few strange books on top that you hadn’t bothered to even analyze, along with a seemingly endless collection of thick white candles.
“Jungkook just give it up,” you sigh, your arms crossed in front of you as you turn your head to peer back at the desolate street, the half working street lights only adding to the eerie feeling. This was all starting to seem like a low budget horror film, all that was missing was a random killer with a machete standing in the overgrown bushes a few feet away. That would surely spice up the night.
