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Love Knows No Bounds

This is not meant to offend anyone. Everyone can have a firm grip on their sexuality but there's nothing wrong with wanting to experiment. Please do not take offense to this work of fiction.

"I'm done with men, seriously. They're all assholes!"

"Jungkook, sweetie, you're a man." You soothed, bringing your friend a cup of warm tea.

"Why did he think that breaking up with me over text message was going to be easier on me? God he's such a dick!" You walked over and rubbed his shoulders, trying to calm him down.

"He is a dick, but you're just letting him win by getting mad honey. Everything will work out, okay? Want to go to a club tonight? We can go and you can flirt it up with all the hot guys there. I'll lure the straight ones in." You smiled.

"Can we just have a movie night in, noona?" He asked, looking up at you with his puppy eyes.

"Of course! What do you want to watch, anything in particular?" You asked as you bent down to open the movie cabinet, looking through all of the plastic cases.

"Mmm, maybe a horror movie?" Jungkook said, almost laughing while he said it. Your head whipped around around and you glared at him with everything you had.

"Jungkook, you know I hate horror movies! I won't sleep for weeks!" You whined. Jungkook crawled down onto the floor with you and interlaced his fingers in a begging position.

"Please, noona? I'll sleep with you, we can cuddle all you want. Please? Can we please watch a horror movie?" He begged cutely, resembling a little bunny who wanted lettuce.

You sighed and looked down, "Fine, fine. A horror movie it is." Jungkook smiled and jumped up in excitement.

"Thank you! You're the best noona! Let's watch Shutter Island." He said excitedly, going to the kitchen to grab popcorn. You just chuckled at his childishness and put the movie in without complaint.

Soon you were both cuddled onto the couch eating popcorn and shaking from the fear. And also from watching Leonardo DiCaprio and Mark Ruffalo on your screen.

"Jungkook I hate you so much..." You whimpered as another horrific scream came over your screen.

"It's alright, noona, I'll protect you." He said, wrapping his arms around you. You gripped onto his waist tightly, hoping for some form of protection from the scary scenes playing out in front of you. You felt the familiar feeling of his fingers stroking your side in a comforting manner.

You and Jungkook had been friends for about seven years, and you'd clicked instantly. You two did everything together and were hardly apart for more than a week. Even then that was pushing it. He was the peanut butter to your jelly and you couldn't imagine life without him.

"Holy shit! That's terrible!" Jungkook announced, rubbing your side whilst continuing to watch the movie.

"Don't tell me that!" You yelped, smacking his thigh under the blanket.

"Sorry, noona. But, there was this-" You pinched his arm too silence him and continued to cower in fear. His chuckles shook through the couch and you remained hidden in the blankets.

Finally, after what felt like forever for you, you felt the familiar rubbing on your side signaling it was okay to resurface. You peeked over the fabric and saw your friend smirking down at you, almost giddy with your terror.

"You're such a fucking asshole!" You yelled, smacking him in the arm, beginning to assault him for the fear you felt for the past hour and a half.

"Ow ow ow! I'm sorry! Shit! Ow! I'm sorry! I give I give!" He yelped, running off in the direction of your bedroom.

"No you don't! Get your ass back here!" You yelled, jumping up and giving chase to the younger man. You heard his laughter ring through the air and you couldn't help but feel something similar rising in your lungs as giggles erupted from you as you ran after him.

You finally caught a glimpse of the sneaky bastard running up your stairs towards the guest room and bathroom. A smile formed across your face as you bolted in his direction.

One thing about Jungkook was that he was super caring. It was one of the things that you loved about him and that you valued greatly in your friendship. But it was also something that could win this chase for you.

Making the decision, you 'tripped' up the stairs and made a sound of pain.

"Ow, fuck!" You yelled, holding onto your side. You waited for a few moments and didn't hear anymore laughter. You continued the facade, holding you side.

"Jungkook!" You yelled, waiting to see if he would appear to come to your aid.

Like clockwork you heard his feet pattering down the hallway and seeing you on the stairs.

"Jesus noona! What the hell did you do?" He asked, coming over and kneeling in front of you.

"I tripped up the stairs and I hurt my side." You whimpered, pouting to weaken his defenses further.

"Aw, doll! I'm sorry, come on. I'll help you to bed." He said, helping you up and down the stairs to your bedroom.

Finally, once you both were in the room you tackled him to the bed and starting assaulting him with pillows. Jungkook was completely caught off guard.

"You ass! You know I hate horror movies but you think me being terrified is hilarious! How dare you take advantage of you just breaking up with someone to scar me for life! You dick!" You shrieked while attacking him with the down feather pillow.

"Ouch! Hey! Talk about taking advantage! You know I hate seeing you hurt! Let's call it even-ow! Please! Stop!" He yelped, cowering in the blankets. You pondered his statement for a moment then nodded your head in agreement. You did trick him, so it was only fair for him to be forgiven.

"Fine fine. But, no horror movies for a long time, that was terrible. No matter how hot Leonardo DiCaprio is, I couldn't appreciate his hotness due to the horror, and that is a crime in that of itself." You commented, laying down next to Jungkook's warm body.

"That was a damn shame, but hey, watching you shiver and cuddle next to me was rather gratifying." He chuckled, trying to contain his laughter.

"You're a damn sadist Jeon Jungkook." The two of you broke out into giggles as the excitement from earlier faded into the darkness of the night.

"I don't want to go home, can I stay here?" He asked, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

You smiled and nodded your head. "Of course, what's mine is yours. Except for the lingerie and the coffee ice cream. Those are mine exclusively." You stated firmly.

"Damn, I was really hoping to sneak one of your garter belts out of here in the middle of the night. Guess that will have to be for another time." You smiled at his humor and got under the covers.

"Are you sleeping in here or in the guest room?" You asked as Jungkook stood up from the bed.

"Gonna go get some water, but I'm probably gonna sleep in here with you." He said as he walked out of the door.

Jungkook had slept with you countless times and to say it was frustrating was an understatement. He was gorgeous, you knew that. But he also wasn't attracted to women, so any advances you made would be lost to the wind so to say. You were also very close with him, and it might make him uncomfortable if you tried to get flirtatious with him... The last thing you wanted was to loose him. Over the years you two had become so close and you relied on him more than you'd like to admit. Even though he was younger than you. But it wasn't by much, just a year.

These thoughts bothered you until Jungkook came back to the room with two water bottles in hand.

"You look like you're constipated. So you're either constipated or thinking about something. Which one is it?" He asked, getting into bed.

"Thinking about stuff." You said, opening your water and drinking some of the cool liquid.

"Ah, stuff. Very interesting." The sarcastic remark made you smack his arm whilst he was in the middle of drinking water, causing it to spill down the front of his shirt.

"Oops! Sorry." You said, wiping as much of it off as you could.

"It's fine, I'll just sleep without a shirt." He shrugged, pulling the damp material off of his body. Your eyes automatically fell to his torso. Jungkook loved sports, and it showed... He was toned and lithe, your mouth practically watered at the sight in front of you. You could barely contain your blush.

"Warn a girl before you decide to flash her." You said in a strained voice.

Jungkook looked at you confused before smirking in contentment.

"What, do you like what you see?" He egged, stretching slightly to give you a better view of his muscles.

"Stop teasing me you dork." You warned, reaching for your pillow again. Jungkook was quick to remove the fluffy weapon from your grasp before conceding once more.

"Sorry sorry. Come here." He offered his embrace to you, which you eagerly accepted. The two of you laid down and you felt his warmth radiating off of him. He smelt wonderful and you were so grateful for this person in front of you. Without him, a lot of things in your life wouldn't be possible. He hooked you up with a job in an production studio with a friend of his named Yoongi and he also got you this apartment for a lower price. Thanks to the fact that his friend Seokjin owned the apartment building and his friend Namjoon was a real estate official. Everything you had in your life was thanks to him and you rarely thanked him... It made you feel terrible that you were living the high life because of him and he got nothing in return but movie nights and a sarcastic attitude.

"Stop." You heard his voice in your ears. You looked at his closed eyes curiously.

"Stop what?" You asked, trying to ignore the gnawing guilt in your stomach.

"You're thinking that you're not doing enough as my friend. I can tell because you started hanging onto me tighter. You're my best friend and I love you, so stop thinking stupid thoughts and go to sleep." He said without even opening his eyes.

Whether it was a rush of adrenaline or sheer bravery you leaned forward and placed a little peck on his lips before snuggling into the pillow, quickly falling asleep.

-_-_-_-

A few weeks passed and you had only seen Jungkook once to get coffee, which was over with abruptly due to a phone call. You slowly felt him drifting further and further away from you, and it was slowly tearing you apart.

He was your rock.

He made you laugh and made you happy, and without him nothing seemed to be going right. You called Namjoon to hopefully get some answers about where the mysterious Jeon Jungkook was.

"I don't have any idea where he might be, ___-ah... He's been off the radar for a few days." Your heart dropped and panic filled your stomach. Where in the hell could he be? What is he doing?

"Thanks, Oppa... I'll keep trying to find him." You said, sighing as you hung up the phone.

Where the hell was he? Why would he just drop off the face of the earth without telling anybody?

You couldn't help but think back to when you kissed him. It was barely a kiss, just a simple peck. You'd kissed him on the cheek, head and shoulder multiple times... Was a kiss on the lips too far? Did you hurt him? Nothing made sense, and everything hurt...

Later on that night you had began making cookies. It wasn't something that you did all the time, but it was a distraction from the pain in your heavy heart.

You rolled out the dough, pounding it into the perfect shapes until you placed them on the tray and sent them to the oven. You waited and repeated the process until it was easily three o'clock in the morning. Suddenly you realized, these were chocolate chip cookies. Jungkook's favorite.

Looking at the cookies now filled you with distain and you wanted nothing to do with them anymore. Every little glimpse reminded you if his sweet smile and his cute laugh. Why did this hurt so much? Why did not seeing him make you want to curl up in a ball and cry?

Because you love him, idiot.

Of course I love him, he's my best friend.

Not like that, bimbo, like you want him to look at you the way he looks at Ryan Gosling.

N-No way, he's my best friend. I can't love him like that.

Oh yes you can, and you do. Face it, you're in love with your gay best friend.

The realization hit you in the gut, hard.

You were in love with Jeon Jungkook.

You're partner in crime. The peanut butter to your jelly.

A knock at the door shook you out of your thoughts. Fear gripped your stomach. It was early in the morning, who would be showing up here at this time? Despite the anxiety enclosing on your heart, you walked towards the sound anyways. You opened the door slowly, waiting for what was there.

"Hello-oh!" You yelped as a familiar, warm embrace over came your body.

"Noona..." Jungkook whimpered into your shoulder. Relief came over you as you wrapped your arms around his trembling frame.

"Shhh, Jungkook. What's wrong?" You asked, rubbing his back.

"I'm so sorry I left. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you. I'm sorry I was an asshole. I didn't mean to." He cried, hanging onto you tightly.

"Shh, you're here now. It's alright." You soothed, trying to hold back your own tears.

"Noona, I've been so lost over these past few weeks." Jungkook said, pulling away from you to look into your eyes.

"Jungkook come inside and go sit on the couch for a minute. I made chocolate chip cookies, help yourself. Okay? We'll talk." He nodded and walked past you to the couch where he sat down and waited for you patiently. A smile ghosted on your lips while you shut the door and headed to the kitchen.

You grabbed some cookies and put them on a plate, going out to the couch where Jungkook sat waiting for you. He smiled as you handed him the cookies and joined him on the sofa. You watched as he ate eagerly, chowing down on the food you had made. Once he was done, he set the plate down and looked at you seriously.

"Noona, I have a problem." He stated firmly, looking into your eyes.

"What's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?" You asked, taking his hands in yours, missing the feeling of his warmth.

"I need you to kiss me." Jungkook said, staring at your mouth.

"What? No!" You shrieked, recoiling from him.

"You've done it once before, I just need to see something. Please, just one kiss." He begged, leaning towards you. You thought it over in your mind... What was the harm in one more kiss?

"Fine." You sighed, sitting up a little bit more. Jungkook waited patiently, letting you come to him on your own terms. You placed your hands on his face and pulled him forward to your lips.

His mouth was warm, and it melded against your own nicely, filling your stomach with an aching heat. Jungkook remained very still until you began pulling away, when he wrapped his arm around your waist to keep you in place.

"Hey, you said once kiss." You reminded him, pulling away from his addicting lips.

"That was one kiss, but now I want more." He said smoothly, leaning forward to capture your mouth once more. You beat your fists against his chest meekly, trying to hang on to the last slip of your reality and reason before he swallowed it with his sinful lips. You felt his hands move up and down your back, stimulating the skin there. He was an amazing kisser, not like any of your other boyfriends you'd had in the past. His mouth was inviting and you wanted to explore it more and more. Your hands finally wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. A small little moan came from your mouth as his hands squeezed your hips, hoping for a reaction. Jungkook smiled against your lips and bit down on your bottom lip and pulled back teasingly, recapturing your mouth soon after.

His toxins were slowly drugging you, willing you to kiss him back and to make you want him more than you thought was possible.

But this wasn't right, and you knew it.

"Jungkook... Stop." You said, finally gaining the will power to pull away. The sight left you breathless.

There he was, his pupils blown and lips swollen from kisses. He looked hungry, and not for cookies either.

He tried to silence you once more by kissing your jaw, which gave him a little mewl in response. But you stood firm and pushed his shoulder firmly, making him sit up and look at you.

"What the hell are you doing?" You asked, wondering what was going on in his head right now.

"An experiment." He stated, regulating his breathing.

"What the fuck kind of experiment are you testing out on me? I swear to God if you just gave me something!" You yelled, grabbing one of the cushions of the couch for a weapon. Jungkook quickly disarmed you and had you pinned underneath him.

"I didn't give you anything, cool your tits. Last month when you kissed me, something happened to me. I wanted you so bad that I could barely think. I've never had strong desires for women. Do I think women are pretty? Yes of course. Do I jack off to women in swimsuit magazines? No, I'm pretty sure I've never gotten a boner because of a women... Except for you."

You could picture it.

Jungkook sleeping in bed with you, desperate to get off, but he couldn't because you were just friends and nothing more. Even more so, he was gay. An extremely forbidden romance, was now opening before you. What could you say to that? Your gay best friend just admitted that he got a hard on because of you, and before that aggressively made out with you in your living room! Your head was a mess with emotions.

"I-I don't know what to say, Jungkook... That's a lot for me to process. Do you think you might be Bi? That's a possibility." You offered.

Jungkook shook his head sternly.

"No. I've kissed a couple girls in my life but none of them made me feel the same way of when I was kissing you... But I still get a hard on every time I watch gay porn. And I still enjoy having sex with men... But you, I don't know what it is about you specifically... But I want you so bad... I've never wanted anyone like this, male or female... I just, I think I love you... ___." Your heart stopped and you looked at the man in front of you.

Your friendship was everything to you, and this month without him proved that you needed him in your life more than anything. Your heart was heavy with emotions that you didn't know how to process.

You had only recently come to terms with the fact that you love him.

"Why did you leave me for so long...? Huh? What did I do to deserve that?" You whimpered, just feeling overwhelmed and emotional. Tears poured down your face at the thought of these past weeks without him by your side. His smile and his constant comfort, that vanished without a trace. "I was so scared. I thought something happened to you, you idiot why didn't you tell me where you were?" You cried, covering your face.

Jungkook pulled you closer and let you cry into his chest, rubbing your back soothingly. Guilt was killing him, but sadness was killing you.

You grabbed onto him and held him close to you, letting yourself cry into him like you always had. You weren't sure why you were so upset.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left, but... I needed to figure out how I truly felt. I needed to let myself be lost, so you could find me again... And you did, like you always do. Because I know, deep within your heart... You love me too..."

His words were like the purest heroin. Painful, but addicting.

"I do love you..." You whispered as he came closer and closer to you. His lips ghosting over your own once more. Your mind couldn't really focus. You wanted everything he had to offer, but you also wanted to run as far away as you could because the reality of the situation was weighing down heavily on your soul. Could you do this? Dare you do this?

"____... Can I... Can we...?" He asked, looking down at your figure. You bit your lip and looked into his eyes.

"Jungkook. I don't know..." You said, trying to figure out your own emotions. Jungkook leaned forward and kissed your cheek, placing his hands on your own.

"I've never wanted someone like this... I don't want you just for my personal pleasure... I want to see you come undone as well. I want to hear you screaming my name as I make you feel just as good as you make me feel... I want to feel you. Please, ___. Let me make love to you." His voice was breathy but strained. Your heart was beating faster and faster as you gazed into his dark eyes full of lust and desire.

"I don't want to loose you as my friend. You mean so much more to me than one night of wild sex." You said, touching his face gently.

"Who said it was one night? And I didn't say we were having sex. I said I wanted to make love to you, and I meant it." With that, your resolve collapsed and you connected your lips with his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer until you weren't sure of where his body began and yours ended.

Because that didn't matter.

What mattered was his lips on yours, your hand reaching for his.

"Bedroom." You breathed. Jungkook nodded and picked you up and carried you to the threshold of the room where just a month ago you made what you thought was one of the biggest mistakes of your life. But it was actually the beginning of something much more meaningful. Much more profound than either of you thought possible.

The soft feeling of your comforter greeted you and the hot body of Jungkook atop of you made your heart thrum quickly within your chest. You smiled as he pulled his shirt off, throwing it to the floor with such aggression it almost made you laugh. He looked so desperate for you, so hungry and wild. You wondered if your face looked similar to his, but you found it difficult to think much longer because Jungkook found your neck and a moan escaped your throat.

"You're so beautiful..." He whispered, nipping and biting along your collarbone. Heat pooled in your lower abdomen.

"Jungkook." His name fell from your lips as you reached for his bare skin.

"I've never felt something like this... Why does it have to be you? My best friend of all people...?" He said, kissing your neck and running his hands up your shirt.

"It think it's because we're best friends. Who else could we put up with forever? But each other?" He smiled and nodded, kissing you once more. His skin was hotter, and you were desperate to feel it against your own. Without much more thought, you pulled your shirt over your head and let it join Jungkook's on the floor.

Everything stopped all at once.

Jungkook stared at the flesh revealed to him and you gave him time to adjust to the sight of you. He was in awe. His hands traveled down from your shoulders to your stomach, feeling everything that was there.

"It's so different than what I'm used to. It's softer and thinner... Lot less hair too..." You giggled and smacked his arm playfully.

"Would you like to see more?" You asked, playfully tugging on your pants.

"God yes." He groaned, hooking his fingers in the fabric. He dragged your pants down your legs slowly, but with purpose. You watched as his eyes lit up with as every new inch of skin appeared before him. Finally your jeans were on the floor and Jungkook suddenly stopped, he looked at you with a lost expression.

"I'll show you, it's okay," You said, taking his hand and guiding it to your chest. He stared down at your hand as you encouraged him to feel. "You can squeeze as much as you want. I'm really sensitive here..." You blushed at the fact that you had admitted that, you felt he needed to know.

"Jesus, I feel like I'm gonna bust and you aren't even naked yet..." Jungkook whined, massaging your breasts.

"Better hurry then." You suggested, undoing the button on his pants and pulling them off eagerly. Jungkook groaned as the pressure confining his length released. You could hardly contain your excitement as you reached inside his boxers to find him rock hard against your palm.

"Oh fuck..." He moaned, biting his lip to keep from crying out. You pumped him slowly, working him up to an impossible height. His hand gripped your shoulder as you continued to stroke him inside his underwear.

Suddenly, you found yourself on your back with Jungkook hovering over you. A smile graced your face as you held his head in your hands. With curious hands, he pulled your bra strap down your arm until your nipple peaked out from the fabric. Jungkook's greedy mouth took the sensitive nub and suckled on it like a child. You moaned loudly, feeling the hot, wet heat encircling your breast.

"That feels so good, keep going." You pleaded as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

"Men don't really like their nipples played with, but you're so responsive when I do..." He marveled at your body underneath his. So different but yet, so familiar. He knew where you were ticklish, and he knew exactly where you liked your back rubbed. But all of this was uncharted territory for him, and he needed your guidance.

"You can take it off. My bra, if you want," you suggested, sitting up. Jungkook nodded and reached around, pulling at the fabric. A few moments went by of him struggling and he looked extremely displeased. "Let me help you." You said, placing your hands over his and unsnapping the material. Jungkook pulled on the attire and threw it on the ground and his hands found your chest once more. Pulling your nipples until they were sharp peaks on the porcelain of your skin.

"Everything about you is so warm and inviting... I love you, so much." He said as if it was painful to announce.

"I love you too..." You breathed as he continued his assault on your breasts, rubbing and pulling every once in a while. Just enough to leave you wanting more.

Jungkook's eyes wandered to your pink panties that were slowly becoming wetter and wetter with every ministration of his hands. Eagerness took over his features as he traced his fingers over your mound.

"Ah!" You moaned out, arching into his hand. The sudden outburst startled him and he pulled his hand away quickly.

"D-Did I do something wrong?" He asked, like a nervous virgin.

"No, Jungkook. That felt amazing, keep going. Don't stop." You begged, opening your legs to him.

He nodded and let his hand go back to its spot between your thighs. He looked to you, wondering how his actions made you feel.

"Take two fingers and rub up and down. Slowly." You sighed, letting the sensations cloud your brain a little. Jungkook did as instructed and rubbed his pointer and middle finger up and down your covered slit gently, spreading your wetness all over your panties.

"Okay, I don't know how to blow a girl. You need to give me some pointers here." Jungkook complained, still moving his fingers against you slowly.

"We can worry about that later. I need you inside me, now." You announced, pulling the offending fabric off of your body and letting it slink away from your sight.

This was it.

The only thing keeping you two apart was his boxers, and you were sure those weren't going to last very long.

Jungkook couldn't believe he'd waited a month before confessing to himself and to you that he was in love with you.

"I'm nervous." He admitted with a shaky laugh.

"Me too, but it'll be okay," you said, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles affectionately. "Because it's us, together. Like always." His brilliant smile over took his features. It must've been contagious because soon, you were smiling along with him.

Together, you two pulled down his underwear and flung them away from the bed. You were bare to each other. No clothes guarding your bodies, and no walls guarding your hearts. Everything was out in the open, and you couldn't believe what was about to happen. Were you really going to have sex with your best friend?

"Are you sure you want to do this, ___? We don't have to do anything you don't want." Jungkook offered, making sure this was what you wanted.

"I should be asking you that... Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" He scoffed and gestured down to his enlarged penis.

"I think this should be indication enough that I am a more than willing participant." The two of you laughed before you connected your lips with his, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. It felt right.

"I'm ready if you are." You smiled, crawling up the bed and resting back on the pillows.

"Okay," he said with finality. You leaned back and felt his hands rest on either side of your head. Abruptly he froze above you, getting a panicked look on his face. "I-I don't have any condoms." He said embarrassed, smacking his palm on his face.

"That's alright, I'm on the pill." You said, moving your hips up so that your center collided with his cock for a moment. The two of you gasped in pleasure and shock.

"Thank God..." He groaned and pushed forward against your core, slipping and rubbing against your clit instead of entering you.

"Holy shit..." You cried out, grasping his arm for a moment.

"Um... Where, where do I put it?" He asked, looking incredibly flustered with the situation. You smiled and grabbed his length, giving it a few pumps before lining it up with your entrance.

"A little lower than you think. Take it easy on me." Jungkook nodded and pushed forward slowly, entering the first few inches inside of you.

"Oh fuck... So tight and wet..." He groaned, resting his head on your shoulder. You moaned at the intrusion and tried to relax as much as you could. It had been almost a year since you'd had sex with anyone and Jungkook wasn't someone that could be taken all in one go. He pulled out a little and pushed forward letting more and more of his length disappear inside of you.

"Oh, Jungkook..." You mewled, grabbing onto his biceps tightly.

Finally, you felt his hips against yours and the two of you looked at each other with disbelief. He was really inside of you.

"How does it feel...?" You asked, trying to keep as still as possible.

"Unbelievably good, you're so soft. Even on the inside." He gave an experimental thrust and you tightened your grip on his arms.

"Oh fuck, you're so hard..." You moaned, trying to keep your eyes open so you could watch his face. His forehead was furrowed, like he was focused on something. His eyes were dark with desire and his cheeks and lips were flushed pink.

He continued moving inside of you, leaning down to kiss your lips with passion. It was messy, and you weren't sure if you could even call the interaction a kiss, but you couldn't bring yourself to give a fuck as a particularly hard thrust sent you further into the mattress.

"Fuck, noona... How do you manage to get tighter around me?" He asked in amazement as you felt yourself tightening around his member as he kept moving harder and faster inside your drenched center.

"Jungkook, you feel so good... God don't stop. Never stop." You whined, grabbing a hold of his face and forcing him to look into your eyes. You saw the desire and burning passion that was driving his actions, but you also saw the adoration and nervousness that were underlying in his heart.

"I love you. I really do. I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner..." He panted as his pace increased.

"I love you too. I understand, you needed to find-ah! Find out how you truly felt... You'll just have to keep-oh... Keep making it up to me." You managed to stutter out as he continued with his pounding.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug as you coiled your legs around his waist, driving him deeper into your core as he thrust almost violently into you.

"Shit! Oh God! Jungkook... Keep going like that! Just like that baby, oh fuck!" You cried out, tightening your grip on his hair. You felt him kiss your neck affectionately as he kept up the pace as you requested.

It didn't feel the same as normal sex.

This was something deeper.

Something much more profound than either of you could've realized in the moment. Jungkook wasn't lying when he said he was going to make love to you. Every snap of his hips sent you closer and closer to the dangerous cliff you so eagerly approached. But it was almost not enough, he wasn't close enough to you. You came to the notion that what you needed was sweet relief. You needed to feel his hot cum dripping out of you.

"Jungkook." You breathed out next to his ear.

"Yes babe..." He gasped as you clenched down on him.

"I want you to cum in me..." You asked, running your fingers down his back and to his ass where you almost pushed him to go harder inside of you.

"You could get pregnant, even if you're on the pill." He warned, slowing his pace.

"I don't care. I want it... I want you, Jungkook. Please... Please baby, fill me up with your cum. I want it so bad I can barely breathe... Jungkook, please cum inside me." You couldn't believe how dirty you were being. Normally you weren't that vocal in bed, moans or otherwise. Dirty talk was almost non existent. But something about Jungkook made you want to be filthy. You wanted him to be just as wrecked as you were

It really was one of the best feelings. Knowing how much you were affecting him in that moment. You wanted him to fill you up until you couldn't take anymore.

It was almost time.

You could feel it and so could he.

"I'm gonna cum..." He announced, pulling away from your shoulder so he could look into your eyes. The woman he loved.

The only women he would ever love.

No...

The only person he would ever love.

You kissed his cheek as you nodded in acceptance of what was about to happen. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten and suddenly release as you screamed his name. Jungkook thrust four more times before crying out his own climax.

"___!" His voice was hoarse and you felt a scorching heat fill you. You kissed his head and held onto him while he rode out his climax. A few more lazy thrust and he kissed you tenderly. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you felt him pull out of you.

You couldn't help but feel emotional. Something about what just happened was so meaningful to you and it hurt that the experience was over. But you knew this was just the beginning of something much more wonderful than either of you could've imagined.

"Are you crying? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I'm sorry." Jungkook said, guilt invading his voice. You smiled and shook his head, wiping your tears away.

"No, I'm fine. I-I'm just sad that it's over..." Jungkook chuckled and laid down beside you.

"Don't worry, once I'm ready you won't be leaving this bed for a long time." Jungkook smiled and rubbed your hip lovingly.

"I love you." You whispered as you curled into his side. A small kiss was placed to your head and you felt his arm wrap around your waist.

"I love you too... Always."

Motive - JJK (m)

Well this certainly wasn’t how I thought this fic would go...

I started writing it in June and just yesterday got his with the inspiration to finish it so... Enjoy I guess.

It is super angsty and I’m not sorry. 

I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE.

Pair: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Genre: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. Violence, slight non-con themes (due to alcohol consumption), Smut, mentions of blood and murder. Trigger Warnings.

Words: 12,680 (lol k bye for another three months... Jk jk).

Summary: You were the outcast. The one no one spoke to. They were the power couple, the ones people idolized. What happens when the loner is thrown into the spotlight. As a criminal?

Life is a series of battles. Many losses, few victories. However, we consider those successes because at the end of the day we learned something, right? That’s what you’d been taught your entire life. Fighting the uphill battle can be hard, and it generally takes more of you than you have to give away...

But humans are fickle beings that can be satisfied with minuscule rewards. Because, shit, we’re all just waiting for those carrots to be dangled in front of us, right?

You hated the idea of fighting for things, why can’t it just be easier? Work smarter not harder. A motto you’d lived your life by.

People didn’t like you. Generally, they thought you were on the weirder side, reading medical history books and finding things such as surgery and cutting things open fascinating. Cast out by your classmates once grade school was over, you only had one friend.

Taehyung was the only person popular enough to be friends with everyone and it not matter who he spoke to... That meant he was allowed to be friends with you, and no one was allowed to say otherwise. Because if the most popular boy in school thought you were okay, well then you were okay.

That didn’t stop everyone from giving you odd looks and moving tables when class began. This is one of the many reason you forwent going to class in person.

Taehyung took a liking to you in grade school. He found your fascination with medicine truly inspiring.

One day, you were sat crying on the swing set while the other kids played tag towards the forest at the opposite end of the playground. Taehyung had approached with a big grin on his face. Tapping your shoulder you turned and looked at him with watery eyes.

“You’re it,” he chuckled.

“What?”

“I tagged you, now you’re it,” he explained.

“B-but they’re playing tag over there,” you whispered.

“I know, I’m it, so now you gotta get me!”

With that he took off towards the group of kids again, yelling that you were it.

It was one of the only times you’d been accepted to play with the other children. As the years dragged on, people learned to ignore you. They believe you were like an odd spot on their arm or chest... If you ignore it, it’ll go away...

You mainly kept to yourself, not letting others interact with you. Except Taehyung made that moderately impossible at times.

However, as you entered college people began to wonder what you were truly up to. You didn’t like large groups of people, so you had Taehyung record the classes that he was in so you didn’t have to go to lecture to learn. And for the other’s you found a spot towards the back that was isolated and kept to yourself.

You were never at parties, never at any kind of social gathering. Too many people once again. Then there was the fact that you were obsessed with becoming a surgeon or a taxidermist. Surgery would help the living, and you got to learn about the human body a great deal. And, with taxidermy there was the option of making dead things come to life once more. It was beautiful to capture something in such a profound state between life and death...

Many people found you disturbing. The fact that you got excited when the pig fetuses and frogs came out in any biological setting, while the other girls were gripping onto garbage cans and turning pale. Boy avoided you, seeing as how you weren’t pretty enough to risk getting creeped out by.

Girls... well.. They just liked to torment you...

Especially Ye Na...

She was the head of the University’s Cultural Club. Which mean they got together and watched a bunch of different movies from around the world and then broke down the difference between their culture and the movies. Also debating how accurately the film presented said culture.

They were also in charge of group activities for the campus, such as dances, culture days and helped any foreign students with whatever their needs could be.

Ye Na was known for being unbelievably kind and selfless, always ready to help...

Except if it was you.

Ye Na and you had a sort of unspoken rule...

You stayed out of her sight, she would leave you alone.

Years of torture were conducted by her as you both grew up in the same town. If you happened to be in the same class, she would always take your binder and hide it if you went to the restroom. Steal you medical terminology books. Dump your perfectly dissected frog into the garbage can so you had to stay after to start over.

She even went as far as to right a note from your crush in High school, Kim Namjoon, and pretended to ask you out... When you showed up for your date she was there with a group of people ready to mock you.

“You don’t deserve to feel affection and love by someone as handsome as Kim Namjoon... I’m going to ask him to the spring dance, so don’t even bother.”

You ran to the river that night and cried so hard you felt as if your lungs would collapse.

She made good on her word and asked Kim Namjoon to the Spring Dance, which he accepted readily.

They were a couple for a few months before breaking it off mutually. They remained good friends to this day. At least, that’s what facebook said anyways.

Why did she hate you so much?

It was simple.

You were different.

She didn’t like the fact that you enjoyed things that she found disgusting. You had no interest in fashion, lip gloss, boys, or even television shows. You’d much rather work on homework, read you terminology and dissection books or watch multiple surgeries and take notes on the methods of the procedure.

When you were younger you had found a dead cat laying in the road near your house. It had no doubt been hit by a car, and it was dead shortly thereafter. You looked at it’s body and went to gather it up so you could bury it, when a piercing scream filled the air.

“Y-You killed BongBong...” the shrill voice exclaimed.

You turned your head and found Ye Na, drenched from head to toe from the rain. She was pale as she looked at you hovering over her now dead pet.

“I-I didn’t, a car must’ve-”

“What is wrong with you!?!? How aren’t you in a mental institution! Oppa! The local freak killed BongBong!” she cried, running off towards what you assumed was her house.

Ever since then, she’d made it a point to torment you.

Even though it was discovered that the local mailman had in-fact been the cause of BongBong’s death, Ye Na never forgave you.

The decade old grudge was pointless to you, so you never gave her much thought.

But she always made it difficult...

It was biology lecture and it was one of the classes you and Taehyung didn’t share. Although, you didn’t mind coming to this particular class and lab session. The only bad part was, Ye Na was in this lecture as well.

“Good morning class!” the professor cheered as he walked through the doors and set down his items on his desk.

The class gave out a weak ‘morning’ in response.

“Always so cheery on these Monday mornings aren’t you? Anyways, as you are all aware... We have a lab coming up that requires you be partnered with someone of my choice and the pair of you will be conducting an experiment. Any experiment of biologic importance. So, you start with an idea, formulate your hypothesis, move on to your experiment, observe and collect your findings, go over your findings and write up your report. Does this sound fair to everyone?”

The class murmured in agreement.

“Alright! Now, I have the partners all picked out here. Once you have your partner, please go sit next to them and start brainstorming on what you’d like to conduct an experiment on,” he announced. “First pairing!”

He ran through his list and you sighed with mute attention. Whoever you were paired with would no doubt ask to join another group. Either that or expect you to do all the work and just write their name in once the project was done.

You’d had partner’s like that before and it hadn’t bothered you. You got to work alone and they got the A they wanted. Simple, painless and over with.

“Y/N and Park Ye Na?” the teacher announced.

The room grew deathly quiet.

“Excuse me?” Ye Na gasped. “Professor, you can’t be serious... Work with her? She’s freaky!”

You sighed and rubbed your eyes.

“Ye Na, I chose your partner, now either you go sit next to her or Y/N take your seat next to Ye Na.”

“But sir!”

“Ye Na, either you work with her or you fail this assignment!”

Ye Na pouted and slouched in her seat. Turning back towards you, she glared and pointed her finger to the seat next to her sharply.

Scrambling you gathered your things up and hurriedly found your spot next to her.

She smelt like expensive perfume and body wash. Her hair was perfectly wavy and her make up was done to the nines.

“Quit your staring creep, just figure out a project idea and do it yourself. There’s no way I’ll work with some weird pet murderer,” she growled.

You nodded your head quickly and looked down at your notebook.

“Now, please announce what you will be doing your projects on one at a time,” the teacher declared.

Interesting ideas were all called out throughout the room. Some being rather out there. You thought perhaps an experiment on water pollutants and daphnia could be interesting. When it was your turn, before you could open your mouth. Ye Na answered.

“Which color of lipstick does the human male find most sexually attractive,” she smiled.

The teacher gave an odd look but nodded anyways.

Your heart dropped. You didn’t know a thing about lipstick or men... How were you meant to do this experiment.

The bell rang and the teacher dismissed you. Ye Na stood without a word and headed towards the door. You went to follow her when you notice her and the school’s star athlete, Jeon Jungkook, were wrapped in a rather intimate embrace.

“Mmm, I missed you baby,” he mumbled into her neck.

“I missed you too, class was so boring. All I could think about was getting back to you,” she whispered.

“Well here I am, shall we go back to my place and forget all about boring lectures?”

“Absolutely-”

“Y-Ye Na?” you stuttered, standing there awkwardly.

“What?” she growled, looking at you with annoyance.

“T-The topic you picked for the experiment-”

“Yeah, just make sure you have it done. My name is easy to spell so don’t forget to put it before yours,” she smiled.

“But Ye Na, I don’t know how to conduct the experiment-”

“Jesus fuck you are so irritating. How difficult is it to buy five lipsticks, try them on, and see how many guys come up and talk to you? See, I even gave the the process of experimentation. Even more reason to put my name before yours on that report,” she scoffed.

“B-but Ye Na, I... I don’t talk to boys,” you stammered.

“Obviously... Here, this is Jungkook. Say, ‘hello Jungkook’, and then leave me alone,” she sneered.

Jungkook looked at you with humor in his eyes.

“H-hello J-Jungkook,” you blushed.

His face was so beautiful it hurt to behold it. You were surprised at how attractive one person could be. His deep brown eyes made your pulse thrum, his pink lips had you fidgeting.

You’d never felt like this before.

“See? Easy, now bye!” she said, grabbing his hand.

“But Ye Na!”

SMACK!

Your cheek stung as you were now looking at the hallway walls instead of Ye Na and Jungkook.

“Whoa! Ye Na!” Jungkook yelled.

“Listen here you little bitch,” she growled, grabbing your hair. “Either you do this experiment, write the report and give me some credit, or I’ll ruin you. If you think you don’t have any friends now? Psht. This is nothing. I could get that idiot Kim Taehyung to drop you in a second. I could get you run out of this God damned college. Now, be a good girl and run along. Go read your weird surgery books and keep your freaky little nose out of my business.”

You felt something inside of you snap.

“Park Ye Na, it’s people like you who deserve to die slow and painful deaths. I never hurt your fucking cat, but now I wish I did. I wish I ripped it apart in front of you and showed you how much it hurt to lose something you care about. I hope someone comes along in the night and throws you out a damn window!”

You screamed before shoving her into Jungkook and running off towards the exit.

* * *

A few days had passed since you blew up at Ye Na. It felt good to finally be able to show her you weren’t an absolute push over. That you had a back bone to you...

Taehyung came over and helped you with the lipstick debacle.

You tried on a couple different shades and he told you which one he liked best and which one he didn’t particularly care for. You took all of his notes down and would use them as multiple subjects later on.

As you wiped off the final lipstick, Taehyung came over and patted your head.

“I heard that you stood up to Ye Na,” he whispered.

You sighed and bit your lip. “I did, but I still don’t feel much better. I mean, it feels good to have told her off... But I mean, does that make me any better than her?” you questioned.

Taehyung nodded and rubbed your back. “Ye Na has been mean to you for years, Y/N. I think you were allowed to go off a little this once,” he soothed.

“I still don’t feel much better for it. What I said was kind of messed up, I don’t want to be like her... I want to be better than her. Take the moral high ground as it were,” you explained.

“Sometimes being moral doesn’t work in every situation. Sometimes you have to be rude and a little mean to get your point across. Ye Na isn’t the kindest person in the world. But you still did the project and she’ll get an A, so don’t worry about it too much.”

You sighed and nodded, even though you didn’t particularly agree with him, you understood. Taehyung had a great way at looking into your head and telling you what you needed to hear.

“So, mad disses aside, what do you want to watch?” he asked, throwing himself on your bed and grabbing the remote.

“Not really in the mood to watch anything tonight Tae, sort of want to get this report done and over with... I’ll feel better once it’s behind me,” you huffed.

“Not even if I say we can watch the X-files?” he asked.

You froze in your spot...

“I mean, I guess one episode wouldn’t hurt...”

* * *

Loud pounding woke you up the next morning.

“OPEN UP”

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and noticed Taehyung had left. No doubt after the fifth X-files episode in a row.

Shuffling towards your apartment door, you saw it shake from the force of the knocking.

“One moment please!” you announced, coming towards the entryway.

Opening the door you found several police officers staring at you with guns and they were all pointing straight at you. Your heart jumped in your throat when one came in and shoved you to the floor.

“AH!” you screamed as you felt cool metal sliding around your wrists.

“You are under arrest for the murder of Park Ye Na! You have the right to remain silent,” one voice yelled in your ear.

“What? Ye Na?” you asked as you were hauled to your feet.

“This way, you are going to the police station for a statement,” another voice spoke.

“What did I do? Who are you people? Ow! Don’t pull so hard!”

“Park Ye Na was found at four eighteen this morning, carved open with surgical precision and lipstick smeared on her face. No more questions until you reach the police station,” they growled, shoving you into the back of their car.

“Hang on! I don’t know anything about this, please listen to me!”

The door slammed shut as you heard the sirens begin to blare.

Park Ye Na was dead...

And you were the Prime Suspect...

* * *

You sat in a cold room in only your pajama shorts and a tank top as you were handcuffed to the chair.

There was a man in front of you, a cold gaze piercing through you. “Now, I’m going to ask you some questions and you are going to tell me the whole truth and nothing but the truth do you understand me?” he asked dark.

“Yes, sir,” you responded.

“Now, where were you this morning at around three thirty?” he asked.

“I was in my bed, asleep,” you answered.

“Do you have any alibis to your location this morning at that time?”

“I mean, I don’t know if Taehyung was still at my house at the time or not. But he might be able to tell you,” you explained.

“And who is this Taehyung?” he asked you.

“Taehyung is my best friend,” you answered.

“So he would be biased to your location, no doubt,” he growled.

“I don’t know, I’m just tell you what I know!” you shouted.

“I’ll ask you some easier questions then,” he reasoned. “What would you say your relationship with Park Ye Na was like?”

You swallowed hard, but was prepared to answer honestly. “We don’t get alone. She doesn’t-ah... Didn’t like me. I didn’t like her. Not even when we were kids.”

“Life long animosity,” he stated.

“I wouldn’t say animosity-”

“Did you at any point say you would like to see Park Ye Na dead?”

“I-I sort of lost my temper with her the other day after lecture. She was demanding that I do an experiment all on my own and-”

“And that’s grounds to wish death upon someone?” he asked.

“No, that’s not it... I-I’ve been tormented by her my whole life. She thinks that I killed her cat when we were kids, but it was ran over by a car. I found it in the road and I was going to bury it when she found me... I wouldn’t ever hurt an animal or a person... Just because I like to dissect things and learn about different parts of the body doesn’t mean I would kill someone to make it so,” you explained.

“Miss Y/N, forgive me, but did you tell her you wanted to throw her out a window?” he asked.

“No... I-I, I said that I wanted someone to come along while she was sleeping and throw her out a window... But I didn’t mean that-”

“Yet you said that you wanted her thrown from a window? While she was sleeping? That tells me you wanted her dead, Miss Y/N,” he tsked.

“I don’t want Ye Na dead! I mean, I didn’t want this to happen!”

“And yet it happened, and she was found gruesomely torn apart with almost surgical like precision,” he said, throwing some pictures on the table before you.

You stared down at Ye Na’s desecrated corpse. She was flayed from the center of her breasts down, intestines laid on the ground nicely. Her liver was cut into sections, and also displayed technically.

Then there was the most disgusting part...

Surely no more than a six week old fetus was laying on the ground next to her.

Your insides twisted as you felt the need to vomit.

“I-I’m going to be sick, I need a garbage can,” you whimpered. The man placed a can on the ground next to you and you emptied your stomach into it.

Ye Na was cruel and she was hard to stomach. But she didn’t deserve this. No one deserves this. And the worst part was, everyone thinks that you did it... Everyone thinks that you are the one who killed her...

You spit the final mouth full of bile into the bag and the man pulled it away from you. Your heart was racing and you felt dizzy.

“I am going to ask you one final question... Did you kill Park Ye Na?”

“No.”

And then everything went black.

* * *

You woke up in a jail cell, laying with a wet cloth on your head. You turned and looked to your side and noticed that you were still handcuffed to the bed. It was quiet in the room, save for a gentleman typing on a laptop at the desk near the door. You shifted your weight and felt your stomach clench painfully.

The phone on his desk ran and he answered it quickly.

“Kim Lee Hyuk,” he answered. “She is still asleep, yes,” he continued. “A visitor? Is she allowed right now?” he asked. “I see. I will bring her out, one moment,” he said into the phone. He hung up and began walking towards your cell.

Hitting the bars you looked up at him. “Get up, you have a visitor,” he announced.

“W-who?” you asked softly. He slid the door open and grabbed your wrists before undoing the handcuff on the bed.

“A Jeon Jungkook wishes to speak with you.”

“W-what? Why does he want to talk to me?”

“Come along,” he said, clipping your other cuff to your wrist and pushing you down the hall. You winced as your feet continued to hit the cold concrete. You still hadn’t been given any other clothes. So you sat in your skimpy night outfit and you felt your nipples harden at the cold air.

Blushing in shame you were brought into a different room. One with a desk, chair and a phone.

“You have ten minutes,” he announced before undoing one of your cuffs and locking the door behind him.

You flushed at his exit and moved to sit down at the chair. You looked through the glass and saw Jungkook sitting there, eyes dark red and puffy... He’d been crying. He stared at you as you looked at him.

The officer behind him handed him the phone. You also picked it up.

“Y/N,” his voice rasped through the receiver.

“Jungkook,” you answered.

“Why did you do it?” he asked, biting his lip to stop more tears from coming out of his eyes.

“Do what?” you asked, raising a brow. He slammed his fist on the table and the officer behind him set his hand on his shoulder.

“Why did you kill Ye Na? Huh? I know you didn’t like her, I know you don’t like a lot of people but that’s no reason to use your freaky surgical skills to cut someone up like a dead frog!” he screamed.

“Jungkook I-”

“Don’t you fucking dare act like you didn’t do this! There’s a reason you freak everybody out! There’s a reason that no one likes you! You’re weird! You like the macabre and you enjoy cutting open dead things! There’s something fucked up in your head! But why? Why did you have to cut her open like that?”

His voice cracked.

“W-why did you have to cut her open like she was just some kind of toy to you?” he whimpered. “S-she was pregnant, and you just threw her kid... My kid on the ground like it was nothing...”

He began to sob.

“Why did you do it? Why? She wasn’t the nicest person, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t mean something to somebody... To me? I love her... I still love her... God it hurts so much, Y/N... Why did you do it?”

“Jungkook,” you whispered softly.

“Just tell me why? Please just tell me why you did it?”

“I didn’t do it, Jungkook. Believe me when I say I didn’t want this to happen to Ye Na... Or to her baby,” you whispered.

His tears ran down his face as he glared at you through the glass.

“I hope you rot in here, Y/N. I hope they lock you up for good and throw away the key. You deserve to be lonely after what you did to her,” he snarled.

“Jungkook, I didn’t hurt Ye Na. I never would. I-I’m not a violent person. I like to do the things I do because I want to know more about life. I’m curious in how the body works... So I can help people. You know that’s why I’m going into surgery, right?”

“Bullshit, you fucking hated Ye Na! You have no right to tell me you’re not a fucking violent person while my girlfriend lies in a morgue stitched up and cold... While my child is dead,” he sobbed. Dropping the phone he holds his face in his hand.

You watched as his shoulders shook and he was no doubt consumed with grief.

Tears of your own fell at the sight before you. He was so broken, so angry and upset that you wanted to hug him. You just wanted Jungkook to feel better...

You looked at the officer and pointed to the phone. The officer warily picked it up.

“Can you make sure someone takes him home and watches him? He might do something he’ll regret if you don’t... He’s the school’s star athlete and they have a tournament coming up... The last thing he should do is throw everything away... Please make sure someone watches him?” you asked, choking on your emotions.

The guard raised a brow at you before placing the phone down on the hook. You did the same. He helped Jungkook stand up and helped him out of the room. Not before he could look at you once more. He saw the tears in your eyes and swallowed hard.

“I’m sorry you lost her, Jungkook,” you said.

Even though he couldn’t hear you, Jungkook threw the guard off of his shoulders before heading for the desk. He picked up the chair and hurled it towards the glass. The officer grabbed Jungkook after the window cracked with the force. He was screaming and trying to lunge for you.

Your heart broke as you watched the officer call for backup to drag him from the room.

Your door opened and another man came in to collect you.

You could hear Jungkook’s cries echoing in your mind.

‘You deserve to be lonely!’

* * *

The next morning you were released.

There still wasn’t enough evidence to keep you there any longer. Taehyung had arrived to pick you up.

“Y/N,” he breathed, rushing forward to wrap you in a hug.

“Tae,” you whispered, holding onto him tightly.

“Jesus I’ve been so worried about you. Fuck, I’m so sorry. If I would’ve just stayed at yours for the night then this could’ve been resolved so much faster-”

“Tae, it’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it. Come on, I want to go home and take a shower.”

He drove you home without much of a conversation after that.

“When is your court date?” he asked, as he pulled up to your apartment.

“In three weeks, I have a court appointed lawyer coming to visit me next week. I’m being placed under watch until the trail. I can’t travel out of the city limits...” you said, looking down at your ankle.

“That’s pretty quick,” he whispered.

“They’re certain they’ve got the right person,” you sighed.

“But it wasn’t you! How can they think that you did this?”

“Because, Taehyung. It’s easier to blame me than themselves... I don’t know who did it, I don’t know why they did it... But all I know is, whoever did it must be seriously fucked in the head,” you sighed.

Taehyung was silent.

You turned to find him looking dead ahead, no expression.

“Tae?” you asked.

He seemed to snap out of his thoughts and gave you a tired smile.

“Sorry, I’ve been worrying about you so much that I didn’t really sleep last night,” he sighed.

“Do you want to stay here? I don’t want you to hurt yourself driving,” you whispered. Taehyung patted your head before putting his hands on the wheel.

“Don’t worry about me, just keep your nose clean for now and everything should turn out alright,” he assured.

“Thanks, Tae,” you said, leaning over and giving him a tight hug.

He rubbed your back before letting you go. “Now go get something to eat and shower, ya nasty,” he joked. You cracked a smile before nodding and heading out the door.

You shuffled into your apartment and locked the door.

Sliding down your door you hit the floor with a thud. It was weird to be in your apartment. Yesterday felt as if it had happened years ago, not just mere hours. You couldn’t believe what your life had turned into.

A murder...

You the main suspect...

It was all so...

X-files to be completely honest.

The mutilated body and horrifying array of the organs. Nausea swept over you once more as the images of Ye Na came to your mind.

Jungkook’s tear filled eyes...

It was all too much.

You needed to shower and forget it all. If not for a little while, at least.

* * *

A week passed and you had remained in your house. You stayed put and tried to show that you were following every rule brought to you. Your parents had called you and said they were on the next plane to Korea, telling you they’d come and help you as soon as they could.

They weren’t the most attentive when you were young, but they were never cruel.

Hearing their familiar voices made your chest relax. But once you hung up the call from your mother, your stomach growled.

You hadn’t eaten anything all day, and there wasn’t much in your apartment to make food with. Taehyung wasn’t going to be available tonight and you weren’t comfortable calling for take-out with everything going on...

So, at 10:42 at night, you grabbed your purse and set out towards the nearest convenience store.

The streets were dark, spotted with light from the lamps that hung above the sidewalks. You clutched onto your bag, making sure you walked delicately and fast. Since you knew you weren’t the culprit, that meant that there was a murderous lunatic on the loose in the city.

If Ye Na was the first, then there would no doubt be more. You didn’t want your innocence proven by your murder, you’d rather hold your own in the courtroom.

The light of your favorite convenience store shown through the darkness of night. A soft smile graced your features as you jogged towards the familiar sign. Hoping in the door you rubbed your hands together.

The old lady at the counter greeted you, before heading into the back for more supplies. You wandered around the familiar setting and smiled in relief at the array of foods. You grabbed some rice, jajangmyeon as well as some chocolate ice cream and water.

You brought your food to the counter and waited for the lady to return.

When she did she smiled warmly and rang up your items before putting them in the bag. After you handed over the money she gave you the bag in exchange.

Suddenly, there was a bang at the door.

You turned quickly as saw a man leaning against the door before stumbling down the street. You winced at his obviously drunken state.

The older woman tsked. “Poor young man. Lost his girlfriend recently... He bought six bottles of soju from me earlier, then bought more beer. I cut him off after that, telling him he should talk about his feelings not drink them... But, I know how hard it is to lose someone you care for,” she sighed.

“D-did you get his name, ma’am?” you asked.

“His student ID said Jung something, can’t remember after that,” she said.

Your heart stopped.

“T-thank you!” you said, running off without taking your bag. You hurried down the street, trying to find where Jungkook had gone. You heard laughter from up the street and found many other teens tipping over and having a good time.

But, you didn’t see Jungkook amongst them.

If he stumbled into traffic and got hurt, you couldn’t forgive yourself.

So, you ran the way he fell after running into the door of the store. The air was cold as you ran, trying to find any indication of his presence.

There was a bush about twenty feet from the store that look like someone had fallen into it before getting back up again.

Footsteps lead away from the scene, no doubt from him falling in the mulch. You followed the trail until you could hear the scuffing of boots.

“Before I let go of you, I didn’t know that this world was lonely,” a broken voice sang in the darkness.

It was Jungkook’s voice.

“Pretty flowers bloomed and withered here... The season of you will never come again,” he cried.

Following the sound of his voice you discovered him, sitting on a park bench with a bottle of soju in his hands. He was singing a song by Ailee, or someone like her. It was a song about losing love, or not being able to see them often. You recognized the sound.

His voice sounded so haunted, yet clear in the deep sorrow that filled his soul.

You stood back and listened as he sang out for Ye Na... For the girl he loved, whom he lost.

“I will go to you...” he whispered the final lyric.

Your eyes were full of tears as you felt Jungkook’s pain. He stood up and downed the rest of the soju, throwing the empty bottle on the ground. You watched as a glimmer of metal flashed before your eyes...

Before you could think you ran forward and knocked the knife from Jungkook’s hand, tackling him to the ground.

You hissed as the blade nicked your skin, watching as a trail of blood ran down your wrist. It was only superficial, so you knew you’d be fine.

Jungkook was struggling underneath you. You managed to keep him on the ground, but only for a moment as he used his body weight to roll the two of you over. You lay underneath him, staring into his eyes helplessly.

He glared at you before brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear... “Y-Ye Na?” he asked, placing his hand on your cheek.

“Huh-”

“Ye Na, I miss you so much...” he breathed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Jungkook, I’m not-”

“You sound so different...” he whispered.

You decided to speak softer.

“Jungkook, it’s late... You should go home,” you urged.

“Home is where you were... I can’t go back there, Ye Na, don’t make me,” he pleaded. Jungkook stood up and moved for the knife again. “I want to be with you again, so let me just-”

“Jungkook no!” you yelled, grabbing his hand.

“Ye Na! Let me be with you again, please, I don’t want to be in a world where you aren’t there!” he whimpered.

“Not like this Jungkook, don’t go to her-me... Don’t come to me like this,” you corrected.

“But I miss you,” he whispered. You bit your lip as Jungkook stood up, wandering towards the knife once more. You stood up fast and grabbed his wrist.

“Please stop, Jungkook! Please!” you sobbed.

“I miss you Ye Na!” he cried, as you pulled him into a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rubbed his back. Jungkook’s body shook with the exertion, his sobs wracking his frame. All you could do was hold him... Even if it wasn’t enough, even if it couldn’t bring her back to him... You tried. You tried all you could.

“Shh, Jungkook...”

“Ye Na I want to make love to you again,” he croaked.

Your blood ran cold as you felt his hands on your hips.

“Jungkook-”

“Ye Na, I miss your body, I miss the way you kissed me,” he groaned.

“Jungkook, you’re drunk,” you reasoned.

“I don’t care, I want you... I always want you, Ye Na,” he moaned.

“N-not here,” you whispered. “Let’s go somewhere.”

“Okay,” he agreed easily.

You grabbed his hand and began to lead him away from the park you found him in.

Jungkook was quiet as you pulled him through the streets. You thought briefly of going home, but that wouldn’t be a good idea. If he woke up there the next morning then surely he’d have questions.

The next idea was a small hotel a few blocks from your house. You knew it and it would be the perfect place to have him sober up. Once he was asleep you could go home and try to forget the ever happened.

His hands began to reach for your body, wanting your warmth. “Ye Na~” he whined, calling after you. “When can I have you?”

“J-just a second Jungkook, we need to find a nice place first,” you encouraged.

“You’ve never cared about that before,” he groaned.

“I want to make this special,” you stated.

“Mmm, it’s special cause it’s you,” he smiled.

“There!” you yelped, continuing to drag him down the street.

The lights for the hotel were soft, fading into the night calmly. You grabbed your purse before putting a giggly smile on your face. Entering the building you grabbed Jungkook’s arm and placed around 40 bucks on the counter.

“Is that enough to get us a night?” you asked, looking at Jungkook.

The guy at the desk looked at the money and shrugged. “Sure, here,” he said handing you a key. “Second floor, third room down. Enjoy your night.”

Quickly you brought Jungkook towards the elevator. He happily followed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Mmm, Ye Na, I can’t wait to be inside you...”

You couldn’t help the heat that flooded your stomach at his words.

“Shh, Jungkook,” you hushed.

He huffed and seemed like he was going to say something before the elevator opened. You walked out, making sure he followed before it shut. Following the desk assistant’s instructions you found your room.

Opening the door you sighed as there was only one bed in the middle.

You were about to tell Jungkook to lie down when his lips were on yours. Your eyes went wide as you felt his lips caress your own. You’d never been kissed in your entire life... Not once...

And here you were, having a grieving man kissing you like it would be his last chance to do it again. Jungkook brought his hands to your face, urging you to kiss him back. Slowly trying to mimic his actions, you found yourself weakly kissing him as well.

Jungkook sighed, stepping forwards and pushing your body towards the bed. You felt panic rise in your chest as the back of your knees his the bed. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and picked you up with ease.

A squeal left your mouth as he set you down on the bed. You looked at his hungry expression as he placed his hands on either side of your body. Biting your lip you felt your mind reeling at the proceedings. Didn’t he know you weren’t Ye Na? Or was he too drunk to know? Surely he could tell the difference between you two...

“Ye Na...” he breathed, kissing your jaw lightly.

You brought your hands to his chest and pushed lightly. “Jungkook... I-I’m not-”

“Please, Ye Na... Can’t I love you one more time? Please let me love you one last time, even if it’s just a dream... Let me, let me show you how much I care for you...”

His words brought tears to your eyes. He was in so much pain...

Would it be so wrong to give him comfort?

But it was your first... Should you give your first away in such a situation?

“O-okay Jungkook,” you agreed, laying back on the bed for him. He smiled dreamily as he connected your lips once more.

You tried to keep up with him the best you could, but he was difficult to compete with. He had much more experience, hopefully he wouldn’t notice the lack of yours. However, with the way he was ravishing your mouth he didn’t seem to care one way or the other. Your gut wrenched at his pain, how distraught he was to lose Ye Na...

This is the only way you can think to help him. Even if it only helped him in this moment. If he could dream to hold her again, then you’d be her stand in. Just this once...

Jungkook leaned back and gripped the edge of his shirt, pulling it over his head as it fell to the floor. You gawked at the sight of Jungkook shirtless before you. You swallowed hard and tried to think straight.

He smirked and brought your hand to touch his torso. “Mmm, your hands feel so good baby,” he encouraged. You bit your lip and rubbed his shoulders and down to his wrists. Jungkook leaned down and gripped your shoe. Raising your brows in shock you moved and kicked the other one off before he could feel your anklet.

You felt his hands grip onto your bare ankle and lift your leg to his shoulder. You tried to keep yourself quiet at the action, but seeing Jungkook’s lidded eyes examine you had your heart racing dangerously.

“Mmm, God I love you,” he murmured into your calf. You bit your lip as he set your leg down and moved towards your waist. The thrum of excitement was deep in your veins as he tugged on your jeans.

Taking his wrist away you undid the button for him. He leaned down and kissed your lower stomach gently. A soft breath left your throat at the sensation of his lips on your skin.

“Jungkook...”

His eyes lifted to your face and he gave a small smile. “Don’t worry Ye Na, I’ll get the pants off in juss a second.”

His speech slurred, reminding you that he was very inebriated. Was this right? He wasn’t in his right mind to consent to this, was he? Should you stop?

You were just about to sit up and burst out the door when his lips found yours again. The taste of him was so sweet, you couldn’t help but want more and more. He supported your neck with his hand as he licked against your lips teasingly.

When you didn’t open your mouth, he pulled away with a frown. “Come on Ye Na, let me taste you too!” He whined.

Your heart shuttered in your chest. You didn’t know how to French Kiss someone! But you nodded and Jungkook came back, more impatient this time. His mouth was almost bruising as you kissed him back weakly. You felt his tongue once more and shyly opened your mouth for him.

Jungkook wasted no time weaving his tongue between your lips. You squeaked at the odd feeling, gripping the sheets right as you winced. Jungkook licked at your tongue, wanting to explore your mouth. He hummed in satisfaction, his hands moving to your hips.

“Fuck I forgot how good you taste,” He hiccuped. You flushed at his statement. Not wasting anymore time he gripped your hoodie and pulled on it. You flinched at his action and he cocked his head to the side. “Ye Na? Sit up.”

You did so slowly, biting your lip. Jungkook found the hem of your sweatshirt and brought it over your head, throwing it on the floor. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you. You did the same, hugging him back.

“Mm, Ye Na... Did you finally gain those pounds I told you to? I know that you never wanted to, but you feel so much warmer and soft...”

You wrinkled your face in confusion. Was that a compliment?

“Fuck I need you so bad,” he whined, rutting his hips against your stomach. You sighed at the feeling of his warm skin on your own. “Lie down.”

You did as he asked and looked up at him, nerves coursing through your mind. He pulled your jeans off, letting them dangle on your ankle. You didn’t have time to fix it as Jungkook attacked your mouth once more. You whimpered and let him do as he pleased.

However, the more he kissed you... the more you found yourself falling into his advances. Jungkook held your hips, making sure you didn’t move too much.

“Jungkook, please,” you whispered against his lips. He pulled back and wiped your combined spit off your mouth. He smirked and assessed your body.

“I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

You shuddered at the low tone in his voice. You brought your hands to his cheeks, pulling his mouth against yours. He kissed you gently, licking at your top lip like a kitten. He was so vocal, whining into your lips. You felt his hand move into your panties, rubbing along your slit with practiced ease.

The shock of the sensation made your hips buck up against his hand. You gasped in surprise. He smiled and kissed your neck, continuing his motions against your mound. Soft pants came from your lips, the pleasure building in your lower stomach. Jungkook couldn’t seem to get enough. His fingers moving delicately across your skin, as his mouth connected to your lips. You entangled your fingers in his hair, letting him kiss you as passionately as he could. It felt incredible...

This sensation of being so close to someone... Someone desiring you...

Even if he didn’t think it was you. It was enough. Finally, the hole you didn’t know you harbored in your heart was filling. There was a weight in your chest, and not the unpleasant kind. Jungkook’s lips found your chest, mouthing over the fabric of your bra.

“I-I feel,” you whispered...

“Mmm, how do you feel baby? Tell me, tell me how good my fingers feel on your sweet pussy,” he growled.

“S-so good, Jungkook... So good,” you whimpered, bringing your hand over your face. Cheeks flaming red, eyes bleary, you probably looked a mess.

But something was building in your stomach. You weren’t sure if it was an orgasm or some sort of deathly wave of emotion... You just knew that if he kept moving his hand like that, you were going to shatter into a million pieces.

And you didn’t necessarily want him to stop either...

“Fuck, Ye Na, you feel so good against me. So soft, so warm...”

The name of a different woman falling from his throat left a bitter taste on your tongue. But, his rapid pace didn’t stop. He wanted to feel you come apart on his fingertips. He wanted to feel your body shudder as he brought you to the apex of bliss.

Even though he didn’t know it was you...

Suddenly, a finger slipped inside of your body. A sharp, burning pain enveloped you. Hissing, you gripped his hand. Pulling away from your chest Jungkook raised a brow.

“Why are you so tight? The fuck, it feels like a goddamn flesh-light,” he remarked. “I mean, I know it hasn’t been that long... Has it?”

You didn’t know how to respond. Of course Ye Na wasn’t a fucking virgin like yourself. Jesus, would your virginity be the very thing that revealed the horrific truth to him? The fact that is was the person the police had pinned as his girlfriend and the mother of his child’s murderer?

Was he now in the throes of sin with someone who not a week earlier had condemned you for killing his family? Everything he loved? However, now, he was pushing his finger inside of your slick... His mouth on your chest as he imagined the woman he loved lying there and squirming for his love. His attention...

You quickly reached forward and gently cupped his groin. He buckled underneath your touch as his head fell into your neck. “Fuck...” he croaked.

“L-let me please you,” you whispered. “Let me make you feel good...”

“Yeah, alright,” he agreed easily. He stood up, undoing his belt and throwing it on the floor. Next came the buttons of his jeans, it popped open with ease. Jungkook shimmied his way out of the tight, black pants. You gaped as you saw the obvious bulge in his boxers. You’d never done anything like this, how were you supposed to do it?

Of course you’d read the odd erotic story here and there, only doing what was necessary to distract you long enough to keep your loneliness at bay. So, it would have to do.

“Come suck me off,” he purred. Faster than you’d like to admit you fell to your knees before him. He smiled at your eagerness, taking your hair in his hand.

Another frown burned into his face.

“Ye Na, is your hair longer?”

Fuck.

She just cut her hair into a bob around three months ago. You, on the other hand, still had long locks flowing down your head.

Hoping to distract him from the obvious difference, you place a tentative lick on the bulge through his boxers. Jungkook hiccuped in pleasure while you mouthed around his hard on. He bit his lip as your kittenish actions began to irritate him, rather than placate him.

“Enough toying, take me out and suck me,” he snarled. You flinched at his tone, making you urge yourself forward. You let your hands dip under his waistband, touching his cock with jittery hands. It was hot against your clammy hands, making you almost shriek when you finally touched him. Pulling him out of his boxers you found yourself at a loss for words.

What did you do now? Did you just, put it in your mouth or-

“Jesus fucking Christ Ye Na! Enough playing around, you almost never suck me off anyways! Don’t offer then fucking dip out half way,” he huffed.

Swallowing thick you moved forward and wrapped your lips around his tip. Jungkook was pleased at once. A soft groan falling from his tongue. Moving your head forward you inched your mouth further and further along his shaft. It tasted odd, not bad and not necessarily great either. He was losing a grip on his inhibitions, moving his hips forward and making your throat tighten up. He gasped as he moved to far into your cavern, making you gag on his dick. He pulled back as you coughed, drool and dribble falling from your mouth as you hacked.

“Shit baby, I’m sorry, I know you’re not used to it,” he soothed, petting your hair to calm you. After a few moments, you finally were able to take a few easy breaths. Jungkook whined then, jerking his hips towards you in a pathetic attempt to get you to take him in again.

You did so, opening your mouth and trying to keep your throat from rejecting him. Jungkook moaned his pleasure, telling you how much he loved your mouth. His body shaking as you could tell he was enjoying your attention. Soon, you were able to take him a little further. He cried out Ye Na’s name once more.

“Fuck, Ye na, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he warned.

“S’okay,” you agreed. Moving forward with haste you wanted to give him more and more pleasure. You wanted him to feel happy, to finally be free of the pain he didn’t deserve.

“No, no baby,” he whined, wrapping his hand around your hair and pulled you off of his dick. Drool fell from your mouth, dripping onto your chin and breasts. “I have to fuck you, shit, get on the bed.”

Your limbs felt clumsy and awkward as you shuffled towards the bed. It creaked with your weight as you sat down on the duvet. Jungkook followed, boxers now gone. His hands wrapped around your body, pulling your bra off with minor difficulty. Jungkook grinned as the offending fabric fell to the floor.

“Shit your tits are big,” he moaned. “Were they always this big?” he asked, cupping them harshly. He licked his lips, then taking one nipple in his mouth. You shuddered, the sensation of his tongue flicking your sensitive flesh making your uncomfortably achy in your lower stomach.

“Jungkook, please,” you gasped. He nodded, pulling back from your breasts. He captured your lips in a burning kiss, one that made your toes go numb. Holding his cheeks, you now asked for entrance to his mouth. He let you in easily, as if you always requested to explore him.

His hand found your underwear and pulled them down quickly. You moved to kick them off. But again, they got stuck around your anklet to stay with your pants. It was fine, they wouldn’t be in the way down there anyways.

Jungkook gripped his cock, pumping it slowly...

“Open your legs, let me see your pretty pussy baby,” he pleaded. You did so, gently lowering your knees so your core was on display. Jungkook made a small noise in the back of his throat, before moving forward and rubbing his dick against your entrance.

You held your breath as you waited. You knew that losing your virginity was supposed to hurt. Obviously, having something crammed inside of you was probably not supposed to feel incredible for the first time...

Jungkook finally pushed forward, halting his progression when you cried out in agony. Biting your lip you tried to keep the tears at bay. But you betrayed yourself as you felt each salty traitor fall down your face.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” he asked, wiping your tears away.

“I-I just love you so much, Jungkook,” you croaked.

“Fuck, me too. I love you too,” he whimpered. The raw emotion that was conveyed from his voice made you feel like utter garbage. You were manipulating this man into believing that the woman he loved so dearly, was alive...

Then, you felt his hips touch your inner thighs. Jungkook was panting with the effort. You were so full, almost uncomfortably so. His cock was stretching your walls to the point you felt fit to burst. He was hot, thick and throbbing inside of you, making you wince slightly.

Fuck, it hurt. It hurt really bad... But the look of sheer bliss that befell his face. That look made everything you were feeling, good and bad, worth it. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, jaw clenched. His pouty lips pulled in between his adorable bunny-esque teeth. Adam’s apple bobbing, sweat dripping down his throat. Shoulders hunched forward, making his biceps bulge out. You gripped those very arms, in discomfort. But, Jungkook cradled your head as he attempted to move out. But, he found difficult as you were clenching so tightly.

“Baby, you gotta relax... I can’t move too well with you clenching so tight... Oh fuck you’re so fucking tight, holy shit,” he grit out. You let out a weak moan. Slowly, you allowed your walls to relax enough to let Jungkook begin fucking you. It felt like a foreign object being jabbed in and out of you, but you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t as agonizing than at first.

“Jungkook, please move slower,” you gasped as a particularly hard thrust moved your breasts.

“Shit, I can’t. Baby you feel so good, so tight. So warm and wet for me,” he complimented. You glowed under his praise, walls relaxing even more so Jungkook could pick up his pace.

He then brushed against a spot inside of you that made you see stars...

“Jungkook!” you cried out, reaching for his hand. He interlocked your fingers, helping ground you. “Oh, oh, oh, p-please more!”

You heard him chuckle. “You want more baby? Want me deeper inside your needy little snatch? Oh, fuck! You’re clenching so hard, you must like it when I talk like this to you? Shit, you normally don’t get off to my dirty talk... But I won’t complain. I fucking love saying the nastiest shit to you as I fuck you into the bed,” he growled.

“Mmm, tell me more, Jungkook!” you cried out as his hand found your throat. Gripping it tightly, you felt your mind go blank for a moment.

“-like the way I fuck you? Do you? Want me to cum in this fucking tight little pussy? I’ll give it to you, but you have to beg for it... Fucking beg me to fill this pussy.”

You were fading in and out. But you knew you wanted that. You wanted to feel it...

“P-please, please Jungkook,” you whined. Your throat was raw from his squeezing, but it didn’t hurt. If anything you wanted more.

“What do you want from me baby?” he asked, pressing his thumb teasingly against your throat column.

“Please cum in me, please do it,” you whined. He smiled, beginning to slam into you at an alarming rate. You knew your poor thighs and neck were going to bruise. But it didn’t matter, all you wanted was to feel that wire in the pit of your stomach burst. You wanted to see Jungkook fall apart from the pleasure YOU were giving him. Not Ye Na...

It was your pussy he was fucking, not hers. Right now, his pleasure belonged to you... And yours belonged to him.

“Shit, I’m close,” he whined, gripping a breast and tugging on one of your nipples playfully. You nodded. It didn’t matter, you wanted it. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the precipice that you weren’t sure you could come back from. But you wanted, no, needed for Jungkook to throw you off it. If it was the last thing you did, you wanted to feel him cum inside you and feel such... euphoria...

Jungkook cried out, “Shit, baby!”

“Jungkook!” you sobbed.

A rush of white hot pleasure scorched your being. It seemed like  you were going to burn alive, but you didn’t care. It felt so incredibly good. It felt right to be here like this, with Jungkook emptying himself into your battered core. That’s all that mattered right now.

Jungkook shuddered, hips jerking forwards as shot after shot of his ejactulate emptied into your hot cavern. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he whispered, mouth pressing open kisses along your collarbones.

You hissed, an uncomfortable shiver coming from your core. His cock was softening inside of you. Suddenly, Jungkook collapsed on top of you. Your heart was fluttering, whether it was from Jungkook’s proximity or if it was from the events that just took place.

Looking down at Jungkook’s face that was smooshed into your breasts, you smiled. He was flushed and sweaty from your escapades, but he looked so peaceful. The tension in his frame you saw at the park had melted, an unwound coil in its place.

Carefully, you moved yourself backwards across the bed. Jungkook’s soft member flopping out of you weakly. You flinched as you could feel his cum leaking out of your sore center. Managing to lay him on his back, you grabbed the comforter and covered his naked form.

You knew he’d wake up confused, and alone...

But you would be as good as dead if you woke up beside him. And no matter how desperately you wanted to curl into his warmth, and to bask in this afterglow... You had to leave.

Grimacing as you stood up you felt his sum trickle down your leg. It made you shiver uncomfortably. Rushing to the bathroom you sat down and used the restroom, cleaning yourself up as best as you could before pulling your panties back up your legs. You cringed at the feeling of your cold and still wet underwear gracing your overheated center. But, you had to get going.

Gathering up the rest of your clothes you put them on in a hurry. Grabbing a ponytail holder from your pocket you went to tie your hair up to hide the obvious mess of sex hair. But, you looked at your throat in shock.

Already purpling fingerprints were visible on your neck. As well as multiple hickeys across your chest. Jungkook had certainly left his mark on you, while his skin was still perfect, save for a few scratch marks that would no doubt be gone by morning. You messily ran your fingers through your hair and managed to tame the beast it had turned into. You pulled your shirt as high as you could without it being a crop top and pulled your hood over your head.

Walking over to Jungkook’s sleeping frame you gently caressed his cheek. You could feel the displeasure of leaving him coursing through your veins. Leaning down, you placed your lips right in the hollow of his collar bone. You sucked gently, nipping softly and licking after each departure of your lips.

“Mmm, Ye na, stop baby,” he mumbled in his sleep. You frowned and pulled back to see the soft love bite you left. It would probably fade tomorrow, but for now it was there. You left your mark on him too...

Jungkook suddenly turned in his bed and looked dead at you.

Panic coursed through your veins.

Fuck... Fuck you were so fucking dead.

Then a weary smile graced his face.

“Kiss me before you leave, I know you don’t like sleeping over Ye Na... But that’s the least you could do,” he whispered.

Your heart slammed against your ribs as you kneeled next to the bed, lips brushing over his own. Jungkook pressed his mouth against yours so sweetly, so delicately that it made guilt swarm your soul.

He was so incredibly broken, and here you were taking advantage of that to feel less lonely yourself. But, if it meant neither of you had to be alone for the time being... Wasn’t it worth the pain you’d feel tomorrow when you woke alone in your bed again...

“I love you, Ye Na,” he whispered as your lips parted.

Tears flooded from your eyes, dripping onto the bed.

“She loved you too, Jungkook... I’m so sorry,” you croaked.

His eyes fell shut and his breathing even, while yours became erratic. You had to get out of there. The walls were suffocating you, and the room was beginning to tilt.

Hurrying from the premises you noticed the gentleman who check you in was asleep in his chair. You ran past, heading for your house. The night wind ripped into your flesh, making you shiver. However, in your mind you weren’t sure if you were shivering from the cold in the air or in your heart.

The hole Jungkook had filled was now empty once more. You didn’t know how empty it felt until you were whole. And now it was like someone had taken a chunk of your being away. Fuck, this hurt worse. You’d lose your virginity over and over and over again, because that pain didn’t matter. It didn’t hurt this deep.

Because that pain was merely superficial...

And the pain you felt now?

That was permanent...

* * *

The Trial Proceeded...

Your life went on as you watched.

It seemed as the second someone found something to prove you guilty, someone else found something to prove you innocent.

You felt as though you were playing some sick game of tug o war with the truth. The Truth wanted to be fickle, it wanted to be hard to catch so that you would never feel relief... But it was okay.

You deserved it.

Jungkook never contacted you.

But he was at every hearing. Every meeting. Every chance that he could listen in on the investigation, he would be there. And every time you saw him, your heart broke again. He looked at you as if you were the scum of the Earth. But it was okay.

You deserved it.

Your lawyer always came and met with you every other week to update you on the findings of the police, if forensics had found anything particularly damning. But it was always nothing too severe. Generally it was the lack of witnesses to the crime that kept saving you.

However, you were just so... tired...

How long was it going to take before they gave you your fate?

Did it matter anymore?

Even if you were found innocent, would the world think you any different? Or would they view you as a snake that managed to squirm it’s way out of justice? Either way it wouldn’t matter... Because it was okay...

You deserved it.

It was a mundane afternoon, the clouds hanging low in the sky, threatening some kind of storm. You hoped that they would do it. You were begging for them to unleash a torrent so that you could lie here in this park and fall asleep. Hopefully to not wake up again.

This life was so taxing, not worth everything that you were putting into it. Life was difficult enough before. Little to no friends, limited social interaction, obsession with the macabre and disturbing making you undesirable. But that was okay.

You deserved-

“Y-Y/N?”

Someone’s weak voice called out in the cool night air. Your eyes fluttered open, looking up at the clouds that were covering the sky once more. Turning your head slowly, you found Jungkook...

He was standing there, looking dumbfounded at your presence there on that park bench. The one he had been planning to sit on. You looked at him, exhaustion written all over your features.

“Jungkook,” you whispered.

His face took on unadulterated rage. He threw his can of beer on the ground and stalked forwards, eyes ablaze with fury. You knew you should pull yourself up and run, run and not look back. But you knew you couldn’t. There was no desire for self preservation.

“I warned you, I warned you that if I found you in fucking public that I would kill you. I warned you, you fucking bitch,” he growled, lunging forward to grip your neck with his hands.

Your mind flashed back to when you were in bed with him, his body pouding into your with reckless abandon, his hand wrapped around your throat as you came.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing hauling your sorry ass out of that fucking hole you came out of, huh?” he asked, grabbing the lapels of your button down plaid shirt. But you had no words, just a sad smile to offer him.

Jungkook’s mind was reeling. The look in your eyes... Why did you look like that? He remembered looking into your eyes before, passing in the hallways at school. In a quick scan across the room...

They always held an inquisitive nature, a softness not seen by most.

But now?

They were so bleak, dead and fogged over.

It was disconcerting to see you this way.

But Jungkook was no fool. He knew what was happening. You were so guilty about killing his girlfriend and child that it was eating you up inside. Finally, the pain he felt was extended to you...

He waited for the sense of satisfaction of your pain to wash over him, but it never did. He couldn’t feel anything but discomfort from looking into your eyes. There was no relief or anger...

It was like looking at a corpse.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he asked, almost incredulous. “Has the guilt of being a murderer finally caught up to you?”

Maybe you would admit it here. Maybe then he could feel the vindication he so longed for.

But again, you blinked wearily at him... No words.

“Did you go mute, or something? What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, letting go of your shirt, making you drop against the bench with a thud.

You stared into the sky for a few moments...

Before you spoke.

“I’m not a murderer,” you whispered. “But I am guilty.”

Jungkook waited with baited breath. Finally. Finally he would hear it...

“I’m guilty of loving someone that I know hates me. I’m guilty of taking advantage of his broken heart, in an attempt to heal my own. I’m guilty of having a crush on a boy with cute cheeks and floppy brown hair. I’m guilty of feeling in love, and not letting myself acknowledge it.”

The air left Jungkook’s lungs.

That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. What did you mean? How could a monster like you love someone else... No way. You were fucking pulling his leg.

“Shut your fucking mouth, you can’t love... Someone like you can’t fucking love,” he snarled.

“I didn’t think so either,” you admitted. “But you changed my mind, Jungkook.”

He froze.

No.

You weren’t allowed to do this shit to him. Not now, not after everything you fucked up for him. Not after you killed his girlfriend, not after you ripped her unborn child from her stomach. Not after you left her there to die. Not after you acted so innocent...

“Don’t you fucking dare say you love me, that’s such bullshit,” he thundered. At that moment a strike of lightning flashed through the sky. “You don’t even fucking know me!”

“But I do,” you whispered. “You like ramen, but not the beef flavor. You never eat it. You don’t like bitter foods. You much prefer milk to any kind of alcohol. You were worried about passing your fitness final, so you stayed after school for weeks to run the trials again and again and again. You Aced it because you have the drive to become an incredible athletic trainer. I know you wanted to open you own fitness center. That’s why you’re in three business classes. You love music, I always hear you singing or humming a different song. You like white t-shirts, because I swear to God that’s all you wear. You seem to like video games, you were really excited when Taehyung gave you the Overwatch DLC that he bought by accident. And most importantly, you’re not a violent person. You could have choked me out here by now, but you’ve let me talk.”

Jungkook was floored. Had you been stalking him? What sort of fucked up-

“And no, I didn’t stalk you. I was in two of those Business classes with you, because I was curious about opening my own taxidermy business. We had the same lunch, so I could see you eating. Taehyung would always give you his banana milk when we were done with our lunch. I was staying after school to catch up on some work in the library, which is next door to the fitness center and the gym here. I saw you practicing after I was done with my work. You tap the songs loudly on the desks in class, and I pass you when I leave class and I hear you humming the songs. And the Taehyung video game thing I learned because he spoke about it. There’s a difference between being observant of someone you care about and stalking them. But, I understand if you’re uncomfortable.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say...

How could he?

“Y-Y/N, tell me honestly... did you kill Ye Na? Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t kill her. Tell me right now,” he whispered.

“Jungkook,” you whispered. “I didn’t kill Ye Na.”

His eyes locked with yours, and for the first time since he’d seen you that evening... there was a soft sparkle behind them. As if laying eyes upon him was worth all the pain you were in.

“Fuck, you’re telling the truth aren’t you...” he breathed. “You’re not bullshitting anybody, it really wasn’t you,” he gasped.

“Jungkook,” you said, sitting up on the bench. “It doesn’t matter anymore. No matter my conviction, everyone has already made up their minds. If they think I’m guilty and I’m acquitted, then I’m a snake that escaped the law. If I’m sentenced, then they’ll curse my name for all eternity. But it’s okay, I deserve it.”

Jungkook frowned. “Why do you think you deserve it?” he whispered.

“Because,” you swallowed hard. “Because I did something wrong. I didn’t kill anyone... But I did... I take advantage.”

“Of who?”

“Of you,” you said softly, tears pricking your eyes.

“What? When?” he said, taken aback.

“A week after Ye Na was found... You got so drunk... I was at the convenience store, you ran into the door because you couldn’t walk and I had to follow you. I was worried... You tried to... Jungkook you were trying to kill yourself. When I showed up and stopped you, you thought I was Ye Na so... You were so lonely and lost and hurt, if me being Ye Na for the time being was enough...”

“Y/N, what happened that night,” he demanded.

“We slept together,” you confessed.

“What? We what?” he asked.

Is... Is that why he woke up naked in that hotel about a month ago?

“A-and,” you breathed, shaking violently. “And it was my first... uh, you were...”

Jungkook’s heart stopped. He took your virginity while he was drunk and thought you were his dead girlfriend? You let him use you like that? Because he was in pain? Because he was hurting and missing Ye Na? You gave up your first time to sleep with a man who didn’t love you, but it was enough because it helped him?

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he asked, incredulous.

“I’m so sorry, I know it was wrong but you were in so much pain, and I was so lonely too... That doesn’t make it right. You couldn’t consent, Jungkook I raped-”

“You didn’t, Y/N... Honestly, you didn’t,” he assured.

“There’s one more thing, Jungkook. One more thing I’m guilty for...”

“What is it?”

“Jungkook I-I’m late for my period... I wasn’t sexually active so I didn’t use birth control and you didn’t use a condom-”

His heart stopped.

Not again.

Not you.

“Shut up,” he warned.

“But Jungkook, I’m scared-”

“Shut. Up.” He warned once more, leaning in and capturing your mouth in an angry, frustrated kiss.

He took you there on that bench. He took your pants off and barely got his pants down before he was fucking you like a savage in the park.

It was fair.

This wasn’t right.

But if you took advantage...

Then he could too, right? Eye for an eye...

As he emptied himself into you again that night, you felt his hot tears pouring down your chest.

“I’m sorry, Ye Na... I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he came.

You pet his hair as he sobbed into your chest.

You felt so empty when he pulled out of your body.

You felt empty when you made it back home.

You felt empty when you lied down in bed and sobbed.

You just wanted to feel love...

Standing up you went to the bathroom, looking at the damn test that told you everything you were worried about when your period was late.

You were so consumed with the damned + sign staring back at you, that you didn’t hear your apartment door open.

You didn’t hear the footsteps fast approaching.

But you felt the knife plunge into your back.

As you stared into the eyes of your murderer, you felt a soft kiss being placed on your lips as your life began fading from your body...

Jungkook’s sweet face stared back at you, blood splattering on his face.

“Tell Ye Na, that your screams are now my favorite.”

Witch’s Brew

I’M BAAACCCKKKK. Happy thanksgiving to my amazing followers who put up with me not posting new fics for forever and a half. Please take this kinda fluffy, banter filled smut as my apology for being gone. I do have other fics in the work so stick with me? I love you guys! If you don’t celebrate thanksgiving then I hope you had a wonderful day regardless :) Love ya, now, please enjoy ;)

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Knight!Jungkook, Witch!Reader, Smut, Fluff (kinda)

Warnings: Fighting, Mentions of Blood (Kookies a strong boi), unprotected sex (don’t do as I write please), creampie, loss of virginity, Oral (f receiving), I may have forgotten some other things so if you find them let me know!

Words: 8,104

Jeon Jungkook took his job on the Royal Guard extremely serious. The day he swore his oath was the day he found his purpose. He protected the Royals with his dying breath, because they were benevolent rulers that deserved respect…

Orphaned as a child, his future certainly would’ve been a bleak one. Thrown into the streets and his life would have no meaning. However, the King took him in. Keeping him safe and raising him like one of his own.

As Jungkook came of age, the King decided it was time for him to make a choice. Continue to live in the palace, perhaps be an advisor of his son. Or, take on the role of the Captain of the Royal Guard. 

Jungkook jumped at the chance to give back to the man who had given him everything. Fed him, clothed him and loved him like any father would. Even though Jungkook was a beggar’s son. It didn’t matter because children don’t get to choose their parents. They choose who they want to be regardless of their beginnings.

And that is what Jungkook has been doing for three years, proudly. He has brought the Royal Guard out of their disorganized mess and made them carry pride in their hearts. Jungkook has lead them valiantly into battles, losing good men... But, to lose good men means to gain more knowledge. However, the heartbreak doesn’t ease at these statements. 

And today, was the day he had to travel alone. 

Jungkook wandered through the castle halls, heading towards the throne room. The King had requested an audience with him, and he was quick to obey. Jungkook smiled at the paintings of the family on the wall. The family he’d care for until the day he took his last breath. 

Walking into the beautiful throne room, the guardsmen let him pass, giving a bow in respect. Jungkook did a small head tilt in acknowledgment before going to his knee before his king. 

“Rise, my child,” he said, nothing but love in his voice. Jungkook did so, standing to attention. 

“What do I owe the pleasure your Majesty?” he asked, giving the king a soft smile. His gesture was returned, as the king stood to approach him. 

“My child, I have a task for you,” he said, walking next to Jungkook and placing his arm on his shoulder. “Walk with me,” he asked. Jungkook nodded and the two were off. 

“What is it you’d ask of me?” Jungkook questioned as the King wandered through the garden with practiced grace. 

“You have brought me great pride, Jungkook. Something that I feel for you, my children. You may not be of royal birth, but you hold as much of my heart as my true born son, your future King. Your hard work, has not gone unnoticed by me,” he said, placing his hand on Jungkook’s head in admiration. 

“Thank you, your Majest-”

“Please, it’s just us my child. Father will do fine,” he gently urged. Jungkook nodded before going to speak again. 

“Father.”

Just the word brought a bright smile to Jungkook’s face. “Father, I have done only what you’ve asked of me. I live to please you, and bring the kingdom peace,” Jungkook announced honestly. The King smiled with the utmost compassion in his eyes. 

“That you have my son, and more. Saving the Kingdom from every threat. Taking on a guard that hadn’t seen organization since before my grandfather. What I tasked you with wasn’t easy, and yet here you are today. Captain of the Royal Guard of the Kingdom. From the small, boney child I raised you from... Out has come a man, worthy of any request he could make of me. Yet, you ask for nothing, simply to stay with us here... Something I will forever oblige, and Seokjin will as well. You know how he adores you,” the King smiled, thinking of the boys as children. How Seokjin wipes Jungkook’s tears and became the brother he always needed. 

“I love him the same,” Jungkook agreed, feeling his heart swell to think of his brother. 

“So, I hate to ask anymore of you... I feel that doing so is taking your love and compassion for granted. Something I never wish to do,” the King breathed. 

“You could never ask too much of me, Father. I want to protect you, my brother and make mother in Heaven proud,” Jungkook declared. 

“You’ve already made her proud... I’m certain she’d kick me for asking any more of you. Yet, here I stand, emploring,” he whispered.

“What is it you’d ask of me?” Jungkook repeated. 

“There is a witch in our province,” the King began. Jungkook’s blood boiled thinking of such a wicked creature encroaching on his homeland. 

“Where is she?” Jungkook pressed. 

“Now now, my son, patience is a virtue you still need to learn,” the King tutted. Jungkook was silent and listened once more. “She has been practicing on the dead in the village. Desecrating their resting places with her black magic,” the King stated. 

Jungkook wanted to retch at the thought of his loved one’s remains being tampered with. The witch would certainly pay for what she’d done. 

“What would you have me do, my King,” Jungkook asked, turning formal. The King placed his hand on his shoulder. Jungkook kneeled automatically. 

“I ask, that you, Captain Jeon Jungkook... Get rid of the heinous criminal disturbing those who have passed. However, you don’t have to resort to violence. Either remove her from this province by means of banishment, and if she refuses, then a more forceful approach may be necessary,” the King declared.

“As you command it, your Majesty, so it shall be,” Jungkook said, his head lowering to the ground in a bow. “I’ll ready the men-”

“Ah- I’m afraid I have to ask you to go alone,” the King requested, looking pained at the thought of sending his child off to battle. 

“Why?”

“Because,” the King sighed, rubbing his face. Jungkook saw the worry creasing across his face, a look he hated to see on the man who raised him. “This witch is very cunning. She can turn the best of us against each other. She would be able to detect a large ground force with ease... However, if it was just you. She probably won’t pay much attention. Single people walking through the forest cause much less suspicion than a garrison of twenty or thirty men. I know in my heart that you can remove her,” the King assured. 

“Then, I’ll leave a nightfall. And, send word when I have completed the task,” Jungkook stated. “I won’t fail you, Father,” he smiled, heading off towards his quarters so he could pack. 

“You never have,” The King whispered to his retreating form, praise falling flat before it could reach him...

* * *

The forest was quiet at night, Jungkook realized. The night breeze blew through the trees, rustling the leaves but all was still moments later. All signs of life had retreated to their homes, falling into the comforts of sleep as the darkened hours held too many dangers. 

Jungkook didn’t want to admit that he was homesick... The sounds of his guardsmen in the barracks, laughing and making merry with each other. Seokjin wandering the halls, looking for a midnight snack. The King, up in his study, working hard on providing protection and care for his people. 

It was lonely, traveling with just his blade and bag strapped across his back. He had his horse, but she didn’t make for much company. However, he tried.

“What do you think this witch looks like, Yoonji? I’ve only seen witches that had traded in their beauty or souls for the uses in the black arts,” he rambled.

He got a snort in response. 

“Perhaps it isn’t a she at all! Maybe they’re like our court wizard, Namjoon! Although, I don’t think he’s ever dug anyone up and practiced on them... Not to my knowledge,” Jungkook stated, moderately curious. 

A whiney, with a shake of her head. All together, she seemed unimpressed by her riders nonsensical talk.

Suddenly, a growl ripped through the forest, causing Yoonji to buck and rear in fright. Jungkook gripped onto the reins in an attempts to remain on his steed. However, Yoonji was truly frightened by the sound to her very bones. Horses are animals of prey, it is only natural for her to react so harshly.

Jungkook’s senses went on high alert. An animal of that tenor must be large, nothing like a wolf or around that size. No, this was much larger and much more dangerous. 

“Easy! Easy, Yoonji,” Jungkook soothed, running his hand down her neck. Once she was calm, Jungkook began to assess his situation. 

Quickly dismounting, he brought out his sword. His eyes level and breathing calm, he surveyed the location. The trees rustling could’ve drifted his scent towards lurking predators. All of his nerves were on edge, everything about to snap in an instant.

The forest had become deathly quiet, as if the whole area was waiting for the oncoming battle. Jungkook had faith in his armor, but if he was overpowered, there wasn’t much the armor could do for him. Keeping his back to Yoonji, putting a barrier between her and whatever danger may befall made his mind at ease. 

SNAP!

A twig to the west cracked unforgivingly loud. Yoonji reared once more before taking off into the darkness. 

“No! Yoonji, come back girl!” Jungkook yelled, giving away his position. However, she was his only manner of transportation for the long trek ahead of him. And she just ran off into the wilderness... Jungkook knew he couldn’t go after her, and all the supplies of his she carried on her back...

The sound of leaves rustling alerted his senses. He placed his hand on his sword in a defensive manner. Turning on his heel Jungkook quickly brought forth his weapon, hands steadier than an archer on the hilt. 

“Whomever is out there, I must warn you I am armed,” he said in a stern tone. 

Jungkook was no stranger to danger, and he wasn’t frightened of what may lay ahead of him. His only fear was that of disappointing his father and the family he had left behind in the Kingdom. Just the thought of his family knowing he didn’t succeed was enough for him to continue on. Making them proud and keeping them safe was all Jungkook wanted. 

A deep snarl echoed throughout the empty wood. Jungkook’s skin rose in alert, his natural instinct to flee for his life was buried deep within him, screaming out from within the void of his mind to run. He decided to take a swing into the deep brush, simply to alert his enemy of his proximity. 

A shrill shriek came from the bushes he struck. A rabbit came forward, nearly jumping into Jungkook’s arms with how high it had jumped. Guilt washed over him as he watched the terrified creature run into the other area of the forest. Jungkook sighed and set his sword down, leaning against the tree and sliding down the harsh bark. 

Exhaustion had creeped into his bones without his realization. The day had finally caught up with him and he knew he needed rest. But, he knew he couldn’t rest long. No doubt there would be creatures ready to tear him limb from limb if he shut his eyes for merely a moment.

“A few moment, that’s all I need,” he mumbled before his eyes shut and he fell into darkness...

—

A loud clang disrupted Jungkook’s slumber.

At that moment he knew he’d slept longer than he’d anticipated. He cursed his lack of control as he stood up. 

From his arms weakened state he knew he’d been sleeping for at least an hour. Perhaps longer with the way his legs trembled from exhaustion that crept back in them.

Jungkook grit his teeth as he gripped his sword in his hand, looking at the tree line for signs of oncoming conflict.

“Show yourself! Cowards I heard you!”

There was silence, before a sharp pain erupted in Jungkook’s side. He cried out before moving quickly and removing the offending blade from his side. Two men sneered from behind him.

“Mmm, a Palace guard. No doubt you’ve got a lot of goodies on you huh?”

“Back, as you have graciously noticed I am a Royal Guard. But I am no mere kinsman. I am Jeon Jungkook, Head of His Majesty’s personal guards. You will die here today, fools. And you will die by my sword,” he growled.

Jungkook’s blood trickled down his side, but he ignored it. Now was not the time to be worrying about trivial wounds. His pride was on the line, and he’d rather die than lose that.

The first man lunges for him, rather clumsy as his sword point drops and Jungkook is quick to deflect him. “Child’s play,” he chuckled. The man to his left snarled in frustration before taking out two daggers. One already red with his blood. 

“Die! Bastard!” He cried, running for Jungkook with his blades gleaming, thirsty for more of his crimson veins.

Jungkook raised his blade and blocked one dagger, grabbing the man's wrist and taking the other from his grasp. Huffing, Jungkook threw his shoulder into his ribs, a sickening crack heard in his ear.

The older man howled, falling back on his haunches before completely falling to the ground. Jungkook moves fast, straddling his enemy and beginning to assault his face with punches.

Sharp sounds of impact reached his ears as he pummeled the man without remorse. “You insulted the crown, and therefore have insulted me. This will be the most grave and last mistake of your life!”

Jungkook reaches for his sword, raising it high before plunging the tempered steel into his attackers chest. He fought back for a few moments before going still underneath his weight.

But then, a burning pain came from Jungkook’s calf as he recognized the dagger planted in there hazardously. His eyes narrowed at the sight of a blade embedded in his skin.

“You turned your back on the enemy, fool,” he sneered. Jungkook swallowed thick before gripping the handle of the short weapon and pulling it from his leg. The Royal Guard hissed in pain, the worm The brute gurgled while looking at Jungkook with shock.

“And you sir, have given me your only weapon. Fool.”

He ripped the dagger from his throat and threw it on the ground watching as he crumbled and twitched; dying. Jungkook breathed harshly, landing on his knees with exhaustion.

His calf was bleeding terribly, and he had yet to assess his side. The blood loss would get dangerous if he didn’t hurry. Struggling to gather his bearings, Jungkook attempted to stand.

Attempted.

The weight of his strong body hit his wounded leg hard as he tried to stand. A cry of pain came from his throat. He’d been through pain before, suffered injuries on the fields of battle. But people were always there to help him, and now? Now he was alone, no one there to aid him.

Fear gripped his chest as he realized the severity of the situation. He could die out here, and no one would know what happened to him. The King and the Prince he worked so hard to protect would now be left alone. Jungkook wouldn’t allow that.

But what was he to do?

He saw his satchel sitting by the tree, blood dripping off of it delicately. Stumbling, Jungkook made his screaming form take him there. Pulling the leather open he grabbed his herbal kit and put some on his leg wound, before wrapping it tightly. 

Now that that one had been taken care of, for now, he could focus on his side.

—

Jungkook spent the better part of an hour working on his wounded flesh. But the blood loss was beginning to catch up with him. 

Breathing was labored and difficult, coughing rattling his lungs. This wasn’t going as he’d planned. Jungkook gripped his sword and fell back against a tree, head hitting the harsh bark with a thud.

The pain was secondary to the sheer exhaustion that was weighing his body down. Jungkook looked up at the tree line, wondering if his family was alright.

His father, whom he’d disappoint with his death. His brother, who wouldn’t forgive him for going alone. And his mother, who he’d meet in heaven and beg for her forgiveness for wasting his life in such a way.

His eyes felt heavy, and soon closed.

But not before a crunching sound was detected to his right. He tried desperately to open his tired orbs, but there was nothing left in him to do so. 

“Hey, can you hear me?” A soft woman’s voice asked. 

Jungkook felt himself fall onto the grass and a curse came from the woman.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” she said.

Suddenly Jungkook was surrounded by warmth as he felt his body being lifted from the ground and into the air above. But it wasn’t the sensation of being jostled by other people. No, it was like being hugged by a soft blanket after it’s been sitting in the sun for hours.

And it finally pulled him to sleep...

—

The scent of lavender, frankincense and pine filled Jungkook’s nose. His eyes felt heavy, unable to be opened with his groggy mind.

There was soft humming coming from his right, a woman’s. He tried to swallow, but his throat felt as though sand had replaced his flesh. This triggered him to cough, jostling his side and his eyes flew open.

You ran over, kneeling besides the bed as you ushered him to drink something. Jungkook didn’t hesitate as he downed whatever you had given him. 

“Hey there,” you smiled.

Jungkook looked at you and the very breath left his lungs. You were a vision... beautiful big eyes and a bright smile. Lovely hair that framed your face and plush lips that seemed to call for him. He swallowed hard, throat still a little scratchy.

“Hi,” He croaked. You gently sat on the bed, careful not to touch him.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, raising a brow. 

Jungkook thought for a moment. “Like I’ve been stampeded by a thousand horses. But I’m alive,” he stated.

“That you are, thanks to me,” you informed, a proud grin on your face. Jungkook could look at you all day, he decided quickly.

“May I ask the name of my savior?” He asked shyly.

“I am Y/N, the witch of this forest,” you declared.

Jungkook’s heart dropped into his stomach. H-He has to kill you? Surely you weren’t the witch who’d been raising bodies from their graves and performing heinous spells of them! But you’d saved him... if you truly wanted dead bodies, wouldn’t you let him die?

“You appear to be having inner turmoil Jeon Jungkook, Head of the Royal Guard in this Kingdom,” you offered.

“There is no turmoil in my heart, only the desire to return to my King with victory on my lips,” he declared.

“Or,” you said, leaning in closer, “you could have me on your lips. If you’d like.”

Jungkook flushed at your bold statement. “W-what kind of woman says such a thing?!”

“A woman who sponge bathed you and healed your wounds. I’ve seen your body, and I want it. I’ve lived for over three hundred years and I’ve never seen something so perfectly sculpted. I want to taste you, feel you under my palms, and feel you deep inside me,” you licked your lips and Jungkook felt his stomach clench.

“Y-You harlot! My body will belong to my wife and her alone!”

“I’ll marry you then,” you grinned.

Jungkook could hardly believe his ears. What kind of woman would offer herself up in such a crude manner? 

“I’d never marry a witch like yourself,” he growled.

“A witch that did manage to save your life, just so you’re aware,” you declared.

“Are you the one who is disturbing the dead in the neighboring villages? Are you the one desecrating the graves of people’s loved ones?” He asked dark.

“Perhaps, but that kind of answer comes with a price, what will you give me in exchange for the truth?”

“Depends on what you want,” Jungkook mentioned warily.

“Mmm, a kiss. Kiss me, and I will tell you honestly. You have my word,” you wagered. Jungkook sat with bated breath. 

What if you were lying? Then he’d given you what you wanted, and him none the wiser. But if it was just a kiss, what was the harm? He wasn’t giving his first kiss to her, thankfully that had already been given to a girl when he was younger... 

“I-I guess,” he agreed soft, waiting for you to approach. You did just that, leaning down. Jungkook closed his eyes and soon after he felt soft lips press against his. 

Your hands cradled his face and he gripped the sheets beneath this palms harshly. He’d only ever kissed one girl before, and they were children. They had no idea what they were doing. But you, you were very eager to take the lead of this embrace. Just as you were getting a little lost in the sensation, Jungkook pulled away. You frowned, licking your lips to catch the lingering taste of him before it was gone.

“T-there’s your kiss, now tell me the truth,” he demanded. You smiled at the obvious blush on his cheeks. However, you’d given the man your word. Time to pay up. 

“I did raise a few bodies, but at the request of the town's mayor. He asked me to raise a select list of corpses to investigate their deaths. They were murdered and the bodies were buried before they could be examined properly. He sensed that the murderer had done so to cover his tracks. So, I raised them in the night and he had the towns physician examine them once more. After that, they were able to find evidence of the killer and she was caught. Now, she rots behind bars,” you said dangerously low.

Jungkook couldn’t believe his ears. Were you being honest? Or was that just an elaborate story?

“You look as if you don’t believe me,” you pouted.

“Because how could I believe such a ridiculous story? The mayor himself asking a witch for help when all he had to do was dig up the bodies? Why employ your help?”

“To air on the side of caution. He didn’t want to killer being tipped off and skipping town because they knew he was investigating the corpses,” you answered again.

“Well... I, I guess that makes sense,” Jungkook murmured.

“I promise that I’m not a bad person, Jungkook. If I was, would I have saved your life in the woods? I knew who you were by the armor, if I wanted you dead, you would be right now,” you said, honestly.

Jungkook bit his lip and looked you over once more. “I suppose that could be true, however you could have done so to put me in a complicated situation. Do I kill you or do I let you go because you saved my life? Perhaps you saved my life to preserve your own!”

“A good idea, one that I didn’t think of. I’ll try that next time I want to kill someone,” you sighed, resting your head on your hand. 

Another stalemate.

You merely wanted a good romp in the sheets with the virgin knight before you. No doubt he’d be incredible. His strong calves made your mouth water while you were bathing him. Although his injuries did concern you more than your curiosity of his strength. 

“Rest here, I’ll keep my hands to myself,” you promised, showing your palms as you stood up slowly.

“How can I trust you witch?” He said, venom in his voice.

“Because, I don’t want to hurt you. It’s simple. The proof is in the potion, I didn’t have to save you. But I did. Now you claim I have ulterior motives. The only motive I have is for me to be in that bed with you, but don’t worry little virgin, I won’t do anything you don’t want,” you smirked. 

“H-How did you...”

“The way you kissed me, so shy and timid. That, and you’re hard right now.”

Jungkook turned as red as a tomato at your observation. He looked down and true to your words, he was sporting a major erection in his trousers. Swallowing hard he tried to look anywhere but you. How embarrassing! H-He was supposed to be better than this, how could the head of the Royal Guard fall to primal instincts such as these?

“It’s okay, it’s a normal reaction,” you said, crossing your legs, some of your flesh being revealed.

“Not for me!”

“Not into women?”

“No that’s not it!”

“Then I’m lost here, what’s so wrong with listening to your body and letting instinct take over? That’s what magic teaches us. To let go of this earthly plane and to accept the power within us to be who we truly are meant to be. That’s the most basic teachings of magic,” you explained. 

Jungkook felt his mouth turn dry. 

Is that what magic was? Just the release of your inner and truest self?

No! Magic was evil! A forbidden art that no one should be privy to. 

“Hush witch!” Jungkook glared. But he noticed his glare didn’t meet your eyes. Because yours were trained lower. “Quit staring!”

You chuckled and licked your lips. “I’d be okay with a quick romp in the sheets to get it out of your system,” you said. “Think of it as payment for me saving your life, yeah?” 

“What? Now you’re charging me from something that was out of the goodness of your heart moments ago!”

“Easy, I’m teasing you. Gosh, have you ever heard of that?” 

“I need to leave,” he said, trying to sit up. 

The breath left Jungkook as he felt pain suffuse up his body. You jumped up from where you were and urged him back down into the bed. 

“You can’t go anywhere in this condition,” you tutted, fluffing his pillow as he lay back down.

“My king expects a report soon. And if I don’t return with one then I will be a failure. I refuse to be a failure in the eyes of my king, I’d rather die,” he huffed.

“You will with that attitude. Sooner than we’d both like,” you scolded. 

“I won’t stay here, I refuse.”

“You can’t get out of that bed,” you reminded, turning towards your wall of potions. 

“W-What are you doing?” 

“Looking for a rapid healing potion. It will accelerate the healing process so you can leave sooner,” you mumbled, already pouting at the thought of this handsome and rather adorable man leaving your home. 

“A rapid healing potion?”

“Yes, you want to leave and I’m not going to hold you against your will. If you’re that dead set, then who am I to keep you?” 

Jungkook felt something in the pit of his stomach. You were upset with him. But why did he care at all? It wasn’t his fault that you were a sex crazed woman. However, Jungkook doubted that’s the only reason you were keeping him here. Perhaps living the life of a witch was a lonely one. No, it was definitely lonely...

Shaking his head, Jungkook tried to get these thoughts to leave him. 

“Here!” You smiled, presenting a small vial with dust on it. 

“That’s the healing potion? Or is it poison?” Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Do I really need to keep reminding you that I don’t want you to die? I can drink this after stabbing myself with your saber if you really want me to. Not my preferred method, but I’ll do it to prove a point to you,” you said, leaning forward to grab his weapon.

“No! Don’t!”

You raised a brow at him before smirking and putting the vial out in front of him. “Then by all means, drink the potion and be on your way,” you said, smiling softly at the offer.

Jungkook hesitated before taking the bottle from your hands. 

Carefully he undid the cork and took a tentative sniff. You smiled softly while he inspected it. Slowly, Jungkook brought the cranberry bottle to his lips. You watched as his throat bobbed while he drank your concoction. After the potion was gone, Jungkook set the bottle down on the bedside table and wiped his mouth. 

“So, how do you feel?” you asked, raising a brow.

Jungkook shrugged before looking down at his leg and noticed the skin beginning to stitch itself back together. He gasped as he watched his wound weave and mould itself back into his normal, strong leg. You smirked as he stared on in wonderment at your work. You couldn’t help but feel a little smug, he had doubted you, but he wouldn’t do that any longer. 

“I feel a little hot, but other than that I’m fine,” he mumbled, begrudgingly accepting that you had in fact helped him.

“Hot? You shouldn’t feel hot, let me see,” you said, moving to touch his forehead. But Jungkook was fast, and caught your wrist before you were able to make contact with his skin. 

His gloved hand crushed down on your delicate bones and made you wince. 

“What do you mean I shouldn’t feel hot, witch?” he practically growled. 

“It’s an older potion! Sometimes when they sit for a while they get a little weird,” you defended, trying to pull your arm from his grasp.

“Have you poisoned me? You fooled me?” he gaped, feeling utterly ridiculous for trusting a witch in the first place. 

“I have done nothing but try to help you! God what do I have to do to prove to you, I want you alive, I want you safe!” 

“Sweet lies will get you nowhere!” 

“Please, I’m telling you the truth! I swear!” You cried out. 

Fear was beginning to replace your sarcastic tone. Jungkook was strong, freakishly so. You didn’t want to get hurt while just trying to aid this younger man. 

“You are going to pay for-ah-what in the...” Jungkook moaned out, holding his stomach with one hand. 

“Are you alright?” You asked, running forward to catch him as his body hurled towards the floor. 

“My body, I-I don’t know what’s going on,” he whimpered, head leaning on your shoulder in distress. 

“Let me look at you, hold on,” you said, pulling him away from your neck to examine his features. 

His doe-like eyes were blown wide, drinking in the sight of you before him. His cheeks flushed bright pink, heat laying within them comfortably. Lips, slightly swollen and wet, begging for a kiss. His breathing was lightly labored, coming in in little puffs against your cheeks. You knew immediately that something was wrong. The whole time the man had been nothing but a pain in your butt, but he was just trying to help his people by getting rid of the necromancer. But here you were, in the way of him yet again.

“That’s a little off,” you said, rubbing your neck awkwardly. 

“What?” Jungkook huffed, holding onto himself gently. 

“The potion has worked, you’re healed, but there seems to be some side effects with the potions itself. See, if potions sit for too long then they can get some qualities to them that they didn’t originally have. This one seems to have taken on as an aphrodisiac. You’re flushed, heart rate accelerated and your pupils are dilated. I’d say your rearing to go. But you’re healed, as I said, so you’re free to go whenever you please,” you said, gesturing to the door of your small hut. 

Jungkook made a sound of protest in the back of his throat. 

“You do this to me and expect me to leave?”

“Hasn’t that been what you wanted this whole time? Now I’m getting confused,” you complained, placing your hand on your head in mock frustration. 

“C-Could you help me? Would you do that for me?” He asked, a soft tone overtaking his frustrated one from before. 

“You know the only way to help you is to have sex with you, correct?”

“I-I... Um...”

He was too cute, it hurt your teeth with how sweet he was. But, originally Jungkook hadn’t wanted this. So, you didn’t want to take something so precious without proper consent. 

“Listen, I know you want me now. I can tell by the way you’re looking at me. But, I don’t want to take something that wasn’t going to be given to me originally. That’s not right, and I won’t do it. If you only want me now because your situation, then I’m sorry to tell you I won’t help you that way,” you declared.

God being the good guy sucked. 

You just wanted to devour him. Lips on skin, flesh on flesh. It would be so good you wouldn’t need anyone else for at least three hundred more years. 

“Then it has to be you who takes it, if that is your reasoning, then I know your heart is pure. E-Even if you practice magic and the dark arts, I-I know you’re not a bad person. You saved me. Thank you. I don’t think I properly thanked you for saving my life. I was too hung up on the idea that you would betray me, but now I need your help again. Can I have it? Your help?”

“I’m trying to be good here! Stop trying to tempt me you little sprite!” You warned, point an accusing finger in his direction. 

“Tempt you? What would give you the idea that I’m... tempting you?” He said, biting his lip slowly. 

“Don’t do that! Come on, that's not fair when you look at me like that!” You whimpered. 

“I’m not look at you in anyway, I’m just... looking at you,” he stated, eyes trailing down your body in a suggestive manner.

“Stop that!”

“Do you really want me to stop?”

You bit your lip with uncertainty. Of course you wanted him, you wanted this man badly. But could you do this with a clear conscious? Although, potions you made never changed the true intentions of other people. You’d never make a potion like that. So, was Jungkook truly in his right mind right now?

Only one way to find out...

“No, I really don’t want you to stop,” you moaned, collapsing to the floor in front of him. 

“Yeah? You want me?” He asked.

“So bad,” you whimpered. 

“Then come and get me,” he whispered. 

Quickly, you scrambled forward as he leaned down to connect your lips together. Jungkook was a timid kisser, probably because he had no idea what he was doing. But Gods if it didn’t get your blood pumping. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Jungkook pulled you into his lap. You ran your fingers up against his scalp, causing him to buck into you softly. 

“Fuck,” you whispered against his lips, which were now wet from your tongue. 

“You’re really beautiful,” he said softly, bringing a finger up to delicately touch your chin. 

“Thank you, I’m stunning with my clothes off,” you teased, pulling your robes down your shoulder. Jungkook’s eyes went wide at the sight, making you smirk. 

“I-I might need proof of that,” he stuttered out. 

“Truly? Then let me give it to you,” you said, pulling your arms out from the sleeves and letting the garment fall from your chest. Exposing yourself for the first time in years felt so liberating. You hadn’t put on your corset today. So your chest was bare before Jungkook, who was immediately entranced. 

Jungkook watched as your nipples turned hard, biting his lip and coming forward to press a sweet kiss on your collar bone. You sighed at the sensation, letting Jungkook feel your body. His hands warmed their way up your waist, gripping right below your breasts as he took one nipple in his mouth with hesitance. You smiled and gave a little moan as he suckled gently.

“Ah, Jungkook that feels so good,” you hissed out. Jungkook took your praise and continued on, licking and sucking at your breasts with reckless abandon. He seemed like a man possessed with your chest at the center of his focus. 

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling wetness gathering between your folds. Fuck you wanted him so bad. Jungkook was still thoroughly content with groping your chest, thumbs rubbing at the supple flesh with a tenderness so sweet it made your teeth hurt. 

“Jungkook, give me more,” you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck as he continued to kiss and lick your chest. 

“You’re so warm, it’s driving me mad,” he said, pushing you back down until your back was against your bed linen. Jungkook kissed down your stomach, licking and nipping lightly as he went. Your skin chilled into goosebumps as he did so, your body reacting to his touch like a moth to a flame. 

“Your lips are so soft, like rose petals,” you said, touching his bottom lip with your thumb watching as it puckered under your touch. 

“So is your skin, you taste like honey,” he murmured. 

“Want to taste something better?” You asked, raising a brow as you shuffled your undergarments off. Jungkook’s eyes got even wider, if that was possible. 

“I-I... fuck,” he breathed, eyes on your womanhood. 

You rubbed your fingers over your slit, gathering your wetness on your fingers. Pulling your hand away, you offered your digits to Jungkook. He looked at your hand for a moment before hesitantly opening his mouth and capturing your fingers in a delicate embrace. 

He moaned when your taste hit him, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. It was... sweet? He hadn’t expected it to be so. Although, Jungkook had discovered that you were full of surprises tonight. 

“It’s a spell, it’ll taste like whatever you want,” you whispered. 

“That’s a little odd,” he made a weird face in reaction after letting your fingers go from his petal like lips.

“Do you not like it?” You asked.

“No, no it’s not that,” he said quickly, pressing his lips to yours quickly. 

“Mmm, then pleasure me,” you demanded, running your fingers through his hair gently. 

Jungkook eagerly complied, connecting his mouth to your center with an urgency you didn’t know existed. His tongue lapped at you, bringing more of your essence into his mouth. He moaned at the sensation of your supple skin against his mouth. You writhed underneath his ministrations, feeling shocks of pleasure rushing through your veins.

“More, u-use your tongue more,” you encouraged, giving a little direction so he wasn’t lost. Jungkook followed your advice and turned from fat licks up your slit to direct pressure to your clit. 

“Mmm,” he groaned, humping into the mattress pathetically. 

“Just like that, right there,” you mewled, grinding against his face as he continued to please you with his mouth. Gripping at your thighs Jungkook suckled at your clit, loving the taste of you. “Fuck, baby,” you whined, hips moving against your will. You could feel yourself starting to reach that peak. Already, it was slightly embarrassing. Like you were the virgin here. But it felt so good, and it had been so long. The pleasure coursing through your veins was so intense that your head felt lighter. 

“God, you’re so wet,” Jungkook mumbled, licking as another droplet of your wetness came gushing from you. His pupils were blown wide, black overwhelming the original brown of his eyes. 

“All for you, Jungkook,” you praised. You felt him smile against your center, making his licks a little less precise. 

Tangling your fingers in his hair you brought him closer to your pussy. Jungkook licked and sucked at you, moaning and whining as he brought you even nearer to that blissed peak you were searching for. 

“Fuck, Jungkook, Jungkook fuck!” You cried out, gripping his hair to which it must’ve been painful. But he kept going. He wrapped his lips around your pearl, sucking harshly. You screamed, then the cord inside you snapped and you came on his tongue. 

“Mm, that was the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” Jungkook said, licking his lips and staring at you with desire behind his eyes. 

His cheeks were flushed, eyes blown wide, heart rate accelerated and breathing labored. He was so aroused you were frightened that if you held back for much longer he wouldn’t be able to control himself once he got inside of you. But that was alright, your wanted to watch him fall apart too. To lose himself to the sensations of sex and lust.

“You were so good. I’m so proud of you, made me feel amazing,” you whispered, bringing him to your lips. Kissing him gently, you coaxed him down onto his back. Jungkook did as you commanded without words, your lips never separating.

You opened his mouth with your tongue, slipping it inside his hot cavern and exploring the territory revealed. Fuck, he tasted like the sweetest poison, taking over your senses and demanding all of your attention. Your cunt throbbed with need, the need to have him inside of you right now. But, you wanted to be patient. Take your time with this man who was so gentle, yet strong. 

“Want you inside me,” you said, smiling brightly. 

“Okay,” he whispered, undoing the bindings of his shirt and letting it fall from his chest. You moved forward, pulling the fabric from around his body and tossing it to the floor. You looked him over, running your palms down his warm chest and slipping your hands underneath his waistband. 

“Ah-your hands are cold,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss you. 

Kissing him back and gripping his cock you smirk when his body jerked forward. “Mmm, so responsive for me,” you giggled, pumping his length a few times, watching as his frame stuttered.

“Feels so good,” he whimpered, bucking into your hand with an eagerness that made you smile. 

“You know what will feel better?”

Jungkook’s breath fanned across your face as he tried to control himself. 

“W-what?”

“This,” you said before coming forward and sinking down slowly onto him. You sighed at the slight burn and stretch he gave you. Fuck it was so good, he was so big inside of you. It made your head spin, the full sensation his cock gave you. 

Jungkook was a little worse for wear. 

“Fuck,” he whined out, gripping your hip and covering his eyes with his arm. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. 

“Let me know when you’re ready, I won’t move until you say so,” you soothed, running your palms down his chest and placing little kisses on his face that you could reach. Interlocking your fingers with his, you pulled his arm away from his flushed face. 

His eyes were glassy, lips parted and swollen from kisses. 

“You’re so tight, it feels really good,” Jungkook heaved, trying to keep himself centered. 

“Mmm, you’re so big. Stretching me out, you might ruin me,” you teased, adjusting yourself in his lap. 

“You-You can move now,” he said, gripping onto your hand a little tighter than before. 

“Okay, hang on then.” You said, lifting your hips and slamming down on his lap once more. Jungkook groaned at the feeling of your heat leaving and returning with such ferocity. God, the slick sounds of the two of you joined together, echoing in the otherwise empty room. 

Jungkook’s instincts seemed to kick in because he was rolling his hips upwards each time you came down, doubling the pleasure for the two of you. 

“Fuck Jungkook,” you cried, a particularly hard thrust hitting that spot inside you making you see stars. Leaning down you captured his lips in a sloppy kiss, Jungkook’s mouth slightly open as he was breathing harsh. Licking down his chin and mouthing at his throat. He hissed in pleasure, fucking up into you again. 

“Lord you’re so hot and-and wet, you’re soaking my lap,” he whispered, grabbing at you for some kind of stability.

“It’s because you’re making me feel so good, such a big dick in my pussy, I can barely breathe. Fuck you’re stretching my little pussy out, Jungkook. Gonna ruin me so no one else can fuck me but you? What a selfish baby you are, but that’s alright. I’ll only be yours,” you whined as he rutted into you harshly.

“Keep talking like that,” he pleaded.

“Talk about your big cock baby? How big you are and how good you’re making me feel? Fuck, Jungkook. Right there, fuck me just like that,” you huffed, working your hips down as he met you. 

“I want to try something else,” he said, as you slowed your pace on his lap. 

“Yeah? I’d love to know,” you answered back, grinding your clit against his pubic bone. 

“Here, lie back,” he demanded softly. You did as he said, lying on your back and spreading your legs for him. Jungkook situated himself between your legs, eagerly finding your throbbing entrance and pushing in once more. The pair of you groaned at the sensation of the snug fit. Jungkook moved his hips forward, grinding against your clit. 

Slick sounds echoed in your ears as Jungkook began setting a brutal pace. His hips hit your thighs with vigor, and the wonderful stretch filled your stomach with butterflies. You gasped and moaned with each new flick of his body into yours. 

“Jungkook, Jungkook!” You cried out, gripping onto his biceps as he plowed forward into your tight cunt. You smiled at the fucked out look on his face, it was satisfying to know he was enjoying himself too.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t like this... I-I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispered, sweat pouring down his face as he slowed his pace. 

“Mmm, but doesn’t it feel so right? Keep going, I’m so close. Please don’t stop now Jungkook, I want you to cum in me,” you pleaded.

“Ah, I-I’m burning up. I need to... I want to,” he whimpered.

“What do you want baby? Whatever you want, you can have it, I’ll give it to you, I promise,” you mumbled incoherently. 

“I want to cum inside you,” he growled, leaning down and licking your throat possessively. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to your sensitive body. Jungkook shuddered at your incessant clenching around him. He was so close, a tight coil raging in his stomach.

“Cum inside, I want to feel it dripping down my thighs when you finish. Fuck baby, I’m going to cum soon,” you cried, reaching between the two of you and rubbing your swollen clit with wanton desire.

“Fuck, I’m there,” he sobbed, cock grinding against your walls that couldn’t clench him any tighter he was certain. Until you came, sucking him back inside of you so hard he thought you’d feel pain. 

“Jungkook!” You cried out, falling onto the bed in a slump of limbs. 

Jungkook kept plowing into you, harsh smacks of his skin against yours echoing through the room. Jungkook leaned over you, his front touching your slick back. He continued to hump his dick inside you, causing you to whine from the overstimulation. But you didn’t dare tell him to stop.

“Fuck, fuck, so good,” he hiccuped, licking at your neck and shoulder as he finally felt himself let go. Jungkook cried out as he came inside you. The hot feeling of his cum coating your walls made your head spin with new found arousal.

Finally, he rested his head on your middle back, groping for your hand in the mess of sheets. You interlocked your fingers, kissing his hand to soothe him.

“Lie down, I’ll get you some water,” you urged, feeling his spent dick fall from your abused womanhood. Jungkook did as you asked, lying down in the bed next to you.

“Wait,” he whispered as you moved to get up. 

“Hmmm?” you asked, turning around. The next thing you knew a soft pair of lips were pressed against yours. Jungkook’s weak arms wrapped around you, pulling you back into bed with him. 

“I don’t think you’ve been punished enough, witch,” he growled, licking a thin stripe up your throat. A sharp whine came from you at the sudden dominance. 

“No? Then by all means, punish me.”

i hate you

→scenario: You and Jungkook have always been rivals, but there seems to have been some unknown sexual tension there as well.

→genre: smut/fluff

→word count: 2,740

→a/n: i wrote this after i read that jungkook’s ideal type must be at least 168 cm, and i was upset because I’m no where near that height LOL. but this was the first bts smut I’ve written, so please enjoy!

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Witch’s Brew

I’M BAAACCCKKKK. Happy thanksgiving to my amazing followers who put up with me not posting new fics for forever and a half. Please take this kinda fluffy, banter filled smut as my apology for being gone. I do have other fics in the work so stick with me? I love you guys! If you don’t celebrate thanksgiving then I hope you had a wonderful day regardless :) Love ya, now, please enjoy ;)

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, Knight!Jungkook, Witch!Reader, Smut, Fluff (kinda)

Warnings: Fighting, Mentions of Blood (Kookies a strong boi), unprotected sex (don’t do as I write please), creampie, loss of virginity, Oral (f receiving), I may have forgotten some other things so if you find them let me know!

Words: 8,104

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THANK YOU FOR 800 notes on fuck me forever! WHAT. omg. this is unreal like wow. that fic was my very first time writing smut (you can probably tell lol), at that time i literally had 0 followers and posted so randomly and did not at all expect all of this incredible love <3

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fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad. 

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook…like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing 

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.  

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

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