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Sins of The Flesh Pt. 2 | Jungkook Werewolf AU | Smut/Angst/Fluff?

A/n: Huehuehuehue I had smutty ideas for part two before I was finished with part one I’m so disgusting. There’s gonna be one final part. I gotta re-read this tomorrow to check for typos. Too sleepy. Warnings: Sexual content [orgasm denial]

Your were grinding your teeth together and sulking, ignoring the knocking on the front door for the third time today. Yesterday he only knocked twice. So persistent. But why? Apparently it was some huge mistake and he shouldn’t have done it. You’d let loose all those emotions you had and now it was coming back to bite you. You were hurting. He was reaching out, but you were having nothing to do with it. You felt used.

It was one thing to disappoint yourself like you had, but it was another thing to keep wanting him. You tossed and turned, thinking of his hands roaming all over your body, how it felt when he kissed your neck. When you lay in bed at night your body would be on fire with want, but you didn’t want to give in to that again. Look where it had gotten you. You cried last night, thinking of the loss of your closest friend. Something had been strange about him that night. Maybe he’d been drunk? There was no way of knowing now.

You continuously evaded him. Successfully for a week and a half until you got to your house and saw him standing there knocking. As soon as you got within 10 feet on him his head whipped around, wide eyes staring at you. He took a step towards you, you took one back. This obviously made him unhappy, judging by his eyebrows drawing together and the corners of his mouth turning down. There was one second of stillness before you turned around, darting to your car and locking yourself in. He was right on your heels, but you had just enough advantage to make it in the car before he could catch you.

You watched him, your face expressionless, as he knocked on the window. You could read his lips. He was calling your name, telling you to open the door. But you’d turned the music up, so you could pretend not to understand him. Finally he stopped, starting to walk away from the car. So you thought it would be okay to unlock the doors and get your things together to get out. Wrong. As soon as he heard the doors unlock he stopped walking and turned around. You were busy picking up your purse out of the passenger seat. He took his chance and rushed back over, opening your door and then crossing his arms over his chest, glaring down at your startled face.

“Y/n. We’re talking about this.” He was angry. But was he rightfully angry? In your opinion, he was not. So you scoffed, returning his glare.

“Talking about what? How fucking me was such a bad idea? What a mistake it was? Save your breath.” He winced at your words, turning away from you. Taking the opportunity, you got out and brushed past him. He gripped your wrist at the last second and you turned to face him, your face blank. “What now? Want to tell me more about how you-” He cut you off with venemous words, not releasing your wrist. He stepped forward so that you were just inches away.

“You’re not giving me the chance to explain myself and it’s really pissing me off. Fucking you was great. It exceeded all expectations. Hands down, the best I’ve ever had. I’ve wanted to do that since I met you.“ You were speechless. You broke away from his stare, instead opting to stare down at his large hand wrapped around your wrist. “But that’s not how I wanted it to happen. Not under those circumstances.” Your eyes shot back to his dark ones.

“What circumstances?”

“Can we please go in and talk about this? I don’t want to talk out on the front lawn.” You sighed, pulling your arm from his grasp.

“Come on then. You have some explaining to do. I’m still angry with you.”

It was awkward, for you at least, to be sitting next to him on the couch where it all started. You had your legs curled underneath you, a small blanket draped over your lap but he was the opposite. His body posture was stiff and he sat on the edge of his couch, tapping his left foot on the ground. Obviously nervous. But why? The quiet was killing you. You had to admit, you weren’t the most patient.

“Jesus fucking christ.” Your voice was too loud in the silent room and he jumped, immediately look at you. “Just spit it out Jungkook. It can’t be that bad.”

“You really have no idea.”

“You’re right, I don’t. But if you would ever open your mouth and just spit it out, I’d have an idea. Sitting there silent won’t change whatever it is. So come on.” He snorted, looking at you with an amused smile.

“You’re going to regret saying that.”

“Stop being so dramatic. Are you a serial killer or something? A vampire? A-”

“Gross. Of course not. I’m a werewolf.” His nose was scrunched in disgust and you just laughed, thinking he was carrying on your joke. “I’m serious.” You laughed harder, wiping tears from your eyes. Your breath caught when he pushed you back on the couch and your heart started racing, the position all too familiar. “I’m not fucking around.” Jungkook was angry. The smile slipped from your face.

“G-get off of me. You’re crazy.” He didn’t get up, instead you saw his eyes flash, the pupils growing large like they did last time. He held a hand right in front of your face and you watched his nails elongate, panic errupting in your stomach. “Get off of me I said!” You brought your knee up hard, hitting him right in the crotch. He collapsed on top of you, groaning.

Your survival instincts kicked in and you shoved him off of you, then ran straight to your bedroom, locking the door behind you. You slid down the door to catch your breath and gather your thoughts, your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Had you imagined that? Were you crazy? This couldn’t be real. There was quiet for a couple minutes, and then two gentle knocks on the door. Panic gripped you.

“Y/n?” When you didn’t answer he sighed. “Y/n, it’s still me, Jungkook. Your best friend. When have I ever done anything to hurt you? Come on,” he mumured soothingly. You still hadn’t made a sound. Maybe if he didn’t hear you he’d go away. “Okay, listen. I’m going to be honest with you. I know you’re on the other side of the door. I can hear your heartbeat.” You took a couple deep breaths, still not moving. He was right. He’d never hurt you. Jungkook, your closest friend. You’d spent countless hours with him. The more you thought about it, the more a new feeling bubbled up in your chest. Anger. So you threw open the door, chest heaving.

“You’re a bastard. Why didn’t you tell me?” You forgot for a moment the gravity of the situation, shoving a finger into his chest. “Honestly, fuck you. You’re supposed to be my-”

“Fuck me?” Your eyes met his and he was smirking. You felt you face flush and you looked away.

“Shut up, mutt.” You looked up at him again but he just rolled his eyes. He took you by the hips and pulled you towards him and you heart rate sped up all over again. This was wrong. He chuckled, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “W-wait Jungkook. I have so many questions. Are you even telling the truth? A werewolf? Are those even-” He was suddenly in your face, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth.

“Shh,” he said once he pulled away. “I’ll answer any questions you have. I just want to do something else first,” he murmured, pressing his mouth back to yours. You sighed into his mouth, a feeling of contentedness spreading through you at being in his arms again. It felt as if you belonged there, and who were you to question that? The kiss grew more heated, both of you pressing as close as possible. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him and he walked forwards until his legs hit the bed. Then he was on top of you, his face hovering above yours. “Y/n-ah… are you sure this is what you want? I mean I just told you I’m-” He was breathing heavily, analyzing your face.

“Shut up, we’ll talk afterwards,” you growled, craning up to leave big wet kisses on his neck, nipping gently. “Just don’t eat me or something.” A laugh rumbled up from deep in his chest.

“But Y/n, I’m planning on doing just that.” He slid down your body, pulling your shorts and underwear off and tossing them away. You felt frozen, staring down at him as he kissed your inner thigh. “Is this what you were dreaming about?” He didn’t look up but you nodded anyway. His hot breath made a new wave of arousal hit you and he took a deep breath, smelling the air. “So fucking good,” he mumbled. You threw your head back and moaned when you felt his tongue against your clit. In the back of your mind you thought you should have been embarrassed but it felt too good to care. This is it. What you needed. What you’d been craving every night.

He was slow at first, enjoying the way you called for him, telling him you needed more. He started to speed up, working quick figure eights over your sensitive bud.

“Fuck! J-just like that Jungkook,” you yelled out, your hands flying into his hair. There was something in the air when you were with him, something that made everything feel better than it should. You lifted your hips up, pressing into his face. Your thighs clamped around his head. He didn’t seem to mind, as he flattened out his tongue and shook his head back and forth, moaning. “O-oh my God. Jungkook I’m going to-” And with that, he pulled away, his chin glistening with your arousal. “What the FUCK,” you complained loudly. He just grinned, wiping his chin with his hand and then licking his hand. You looked away.

“You taste like strawberries.” He was sitting back, watching you pout. “Did you really think I’d make it that easy for you? After you ignored me?” You still were looking at him, so you weren’t expecting it when he pressed his hand against your core roughly, rubbing you in circles. You cried out his name, your eyes shooting open and looking down at his hand. “God, I love to listen to that. Do you want me to let you cum this time?” He started going faster, leaning forward a bit. Your hips resumed where they left off, desperately humping into where he was touching you. “That’s it, keep going. You look so good like this.” You looked at him, only to see he had his hard cock in his other hand, working quickly.

His eyes shot to yours and he started pumping himself faster, holding your eye contact. He let out a loud groan and you felt your body lighting up, almost too much to handle. You were on fire. And then he stopped, again.

“FUCK YOU JEON JUNGKOOK.” You were on the edge of tears, your body throbbing with need. His hand sat still between your legs and you squeezed your thighs together, simultaneously enjoying the friction and letting him feel your core throbbing.

“Shit,” he mumbled, standing up to rid himself of clothes. You did the same, sitting up and removing your shirt and bra. “I want you to ride me.” He laid on his back, holding his dick in his hand, slowly pumping it. You immediately threw your leg over him, smacking his hand out of the way to grip his erection and line him up with your entrance. When you slid down on him he hissed, grabbing your hips roughly. He gave you a second to adjust. “Are you ready?”

“What do you think?” You glared at him, snapping your hips over him. You both moaned at the feeling. You leaned your head back, keeping a steady pace as you rocked on him. Your hands played with your nipples and you groaned, enjoying the feeling of being full. “You feel so good,” you moaned, speeding up a little. You felt his cock twitch at the praise so you continued.

“Jungkook, your cock feels so perfect, filling me up just right.” He sat up, cursing and wrapping an arm around you. You could tell your small moment of control was over. One arm was around your back, his other hand on your hip. He leaned forward and bit your bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulled away. He sucked it into his mouth and released it with a loud pop.

“I could die just like this, and I’d be happy” he grunted out, moving your body up and down like it was weightless. His hips snapped up off the bed and into you at a nearly inhuman speed. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. You could tell he was close by the sounds he was making, and by the way you felt his cock twitching. You slid your hand down, maintaining eye contact while you rubbed your clit. It only took a few seconds before your eyes rolled back in your head, the nails on your free hand digging into his shoulder. You came hard, saying his name like a prayer, savoring the way he kept fucking up into you, and the way he was leaving bites on your neck and shoulder.

As soon as you came down you shoved him on his back with both hands, pulling yourself off of him. You knelt between his legs and took him into your mouth. His hands went to your hair and he immediately began using your mouth for his own pleasure, making tears well up in your eyes and run down your face. It was worth it as you stared up at him, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He was telling you how good it felt, how good you were at this, how good it felt to be with you. You swallowed around him and he shouted, pressing you down and rocking his hips into you. It sounded as if he choked on air when he came, freezing up and shooting a stream after stream into your throat. He finally released your hair, pulling you up to his chest.

“Oh, my God.” That’s all he said for a second, both of you catching your breath. Then he got up, and you were too tired to question him. Instead you watched him walk tiredly to the bathroom, then you heard the bath running. He slid his sweatpants back on, walked over to you, picked you up bridal style, and walked you to the bathroom, setting you in the warm water gently. You sighed in content. “I need to tell you some things. Promise me you won’t freak out.”

“I’ll do my best.” Your voice was a little hoarse.

“Have you ever heard of imprinting?” You turned to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you.

“Well, no. What is that?”

“When a… werewolf… falls in love, I guess, they imprint. It’s sort of like a mating thing? Claiming someone as their own. It’s a connection they can’t have with anyone else,” Jungkook sounded really serious, but you weren’t sure where this was going. “They can’t control when it happens, and Y/n, last time I was here I…” You froze, whipping around to face him. Water splashed over the edge of the tub and onto his lap. He was sitting on the ground beside the tub, a look of unease on his face.

“You mean… you… with me..” You gulped. “O-okay. So you…”

“Yes. I’m in love with you. I have been for a very long time. But that’s not the point of this conversation. The thing is, it’s for life.” You choked on nothing, turning away and sinking back into the water, all post-sex grogginess disappearing.

“Are you saying we’re like, werewolf married? I dont know what to think. I-”

“Don’t lie. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way. You know we have a connection. Besides, a werewolf can’t just imprint on anyone. They have to return the feelings. There’s hard evidence you love me, Y/n. Don’t even deny it.” He was teasing you now, and you felt yourself blush.

“This is just a lot to take in, you know,” you murmured. You turned to him. “Why don’t you get in here with me? I think we have a lot to talk about.”

#jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook smut #bts #bts scenarios #bts smut #jungkook werewolf #jungkook werewolf au #bts werewolf au

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taetaes-kitten · 7 years ago

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Sins of the Flesh | Jungkook Werewolf AU | SMUT/angst | part 1?

A/n: … I have no shame… sexual content. Some choking. Not much werewolf stuff, but I’m thinking of doing a part 2. Let me know what you think~ Words: 2, 918

Your phone ringing woke you up, but it wasn’t unexpected. Glancing at the caller ID, you saw it was Jungkook. This was nothing new, he would call you any hour of the day, if he had something to say to you, with no consideration of if you were working, sleeping, or on a date.

Speaking of your problematic best friend, you’d been having the nicest dream of his head between your thighs. Over the past month or so you’d been having fantasies about him, but you assumed they would fade with time if you didn’t act on them. So, you put your phone under your pillow and huffed, hoping to fall back into your deep sleep, and the dream that had your mind groggy with arousal.

Until you heard the pounding on the front door.

“What the fuck?” You sat up, reaching under your pillow for your phone, right as it lit up once again with Jungkook’s name. You quickly answered his call as the beating on the door got louder.

“Kookie, there’s someone-” Your quiet tone was cut off.

“Open the door, Y/n,” Jungkook nearly growled into the phone, causing your breath to catch. What was going on? The beating on the door had stopped when you answered the phone.

“What is happening? Is that you beating down my door? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You heard him sigh and take a deep breath before speaking.

“Will you just come open the door? Please? I need to talk to you.” You started to answer him before realizing he’d hung up. Grumbling, you threw the blankets off of you and stood up, checking the time. 2:18 AM. You rolled your eyes and began walking towards the door, flipping on the lamp in your living room, filling the room up with dim yellow lighting. At the door, you threw it open to reveal your sweaty best friend, panting and leaning on the door frame for support.

“Jungkook, what-” Once again you were cut off by Jungkook, but this time in a different way. As soon as you’d made eye contact you saw his pupils grow very large, to the point that they were a bit scary. He charged into your home, shutting the door and pushing you up against it and before you knew what was happening he was in your face, angry.

“You have got to be fucking joking,” he spat at you, his dark eyes meeting yours. “I came here to ask for your help. I was going to- fuck!” He ran a hand through his hair, looking up to the ceiling before meeting your eyes again. Jungkook took a shaky breath, starting again. “I was going to explain some things to you, but I get here and you smell like this?”

“Were you asleep?” He stuck his face into the crook of your neck, one hand on the door beside your head. He inhaled deeply a few times, and without moving from his position, began speaking again. “What were you dreaming about?” His hot breath on your neck made you shudder, which in turn made him chuckle darkly. You were still frozen in place, your eyes wide.

“W-what are you doing? What’s gotten into you?” Your voice sounded breathless and weak. He lifted his head and made eye contact with you once more.

“Y/n,” he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear. He was watching your face under heavy lids. “I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered, his lips just centimeters from your own. Before you could say anything he pressed his mouth to yours, his hand leaving the door to grip the back of your neck firmly, the other hand resting on the small of your back.

For just a moment, you reciprocated. For a moment, you let yourself get lost in one of your fantasies, lost in the way he was pressing his body closer and closer to yours, seemingly desperate for your touch. When your hands tangled in his hair and tugged, he groaned into your mouth. Somehow, that sound brought you back into the present moment. You caught him off guard, shoving him off you and glaring at him. He took a step toward you, agitation clear on his face, but you jogged away, putting distance between you.

“Jeon Jungkook! What has gotten into you? Why.. why are you acting this way?” You’d regained some amount of sanity, assessing him from across the room. He stopped stalking towards you like some kind of predator, instead opting to rake his eyes all the way down your body. He started with your messy hair, moved down over your heaving chest, and stopped where your large black t-shirt met the top of your thighs. “Jungkook!” His dark gaze went back up to yours. “Care to tell me what yhe hell is going on?” He blinked a few times and then looked away from you, his jaw clenched.

He ran a hand over his face, groaning loudly. Without looking at you, he walked to the couch and sat down, still refusing to make eye contact. You took a moment to assess him, now that he wasn’t looking at you. Some of his hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead, the same sweat that made his black, silky button up shirt cling to his muscular frame in the best way imaginable. Of course this was tucked into skin tight black jeans. Those were the only pants he seemed to own, ones that accentuated his muscular thighs. Bringing it all together, a pair of black combat boots. You tried to remember when he started wearing all black all the time, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t an issue though, because he looked good enough to eat.

Shaking your head, you started to make your way over to him. As soon as your legs began moving, his head turned towards you and he frowned, stopping you in your tracks.

“Go put some pants on, please,” he said in a gravelly tone.

“Oh… right. Okay,” you mumbled, turning and rushing out of the room. “What the fuuuuuuck,” you whispered once your door was shut behind you. Your hands were a little shaky as you slid on some leggings, taking a deep breath before returning to the living room. Jungkook was like a statue, staring straight ahead with his hands in his lap. You sat beside him, giving him about a foot of space between you. “So, erm,” you began awkwardly, unsure of where to look. “You said there was something you wanted to talk about?”

He didn’t respond, instead he continued to stare straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge you. You shifted towards him, placing a hand on his thigh to draw his attention to you. He went rigid, his eyes going down to your hand. He stared at it, and you stared at him, thoroughly confused.

“Jungko-” He grabbed your wrist with one hand, using the other to push you down into the couch. He brought your other wrist above your head, holding them there with one hand and using his other arm to hold himself above you. His body was pressed against yours and the air was thick with tension as he stared down at your flushed face. That’s when he unexpectedly let out a loud whine, pushing his face back into your neck.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He murmured into your neck, sounding defeated. He was quiet for a moment, just breathing. Then you felt his tongue on your neck, working in small circles. Then his teeth, nipping gently. When he bit a certain spot you let out a small moan, your body arching up into his. He pulled back to grin at you. “Who knew you were so responsive, Y/n?”

“Shut up and let go of my arms,” you grumbled, pinching his arm as soon as your hands were free. He only laughed, moving back into your neck. You didn’t stop to think about the repercussions of your actions as you slid one hand into his hair, the other onto his arm to grip his bicep. When your nails dug into his arm he moaned, the sound making your lace underwear grow damp with arousal. He froze for just a second, taking a deep breath and shuddering against you. You moved so that your legs were on either side of his, the hem of his jeans pressing against your core. On your thigh you felt his hard length, so you teased him by lifting your hips up to press against his.

“Y/n-ah,” he groaned out your name. Your plan to tease him backfired when he began dry humping you with slow, hard thrusts against your core. You gasped loudly before your mouth was covered with his own, working hotly against your lips. His tongue was in your mouth, roughly exploring before tangling against yours wildly. The kiss was animalistic, with him pressing into you as close as he could, his hips rocking in tiny thrusts, just enough to stimulate your clit. To say he had thoroughly wrecked you would be an understatement.

“J-Jungkook,” you mumbled, separating your lips and turning away from his face to try and break away for a moment. He only moved back to your neck, one hand coming up to play with your sensitive chest through your t shirt. He pinched one of the sensitive buds, thrusting against you particularly roughly at the same time. “Fuck! Jungkook, please,” you yelled out before remembering why you broke away from him in the first place. “Wait.” He stopped on your command, looking at you with hooded eyes. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He smirked, not saying anything in return as he stood up. You let out a squeal as you felt yourself lifted into the air and thrown over his shoulder.

“I’ve never told you this, but I’ve thought it many times. You have a fantastic ass,” he said, slapping it on the way to your room. He tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, beginning to unbutton his shirt. “Strip,” he ordered, snapping you out of your stare that was fixed on his muscular abdomen. You made quick work of lifting your shirt above your head and lying back to wiggle out of your leggings. As soon as you tossed your panties away he was on you again, running his hands over any part of you he could reach. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? You smell so fucking good right now. I want to eat you up… but that’ll have to wait for another time,” he growled in your ear, sliding off of you and flipping you onto your side.

Jungkook had always been extra gentle with you, this side of your friend was totally new to you. He just tossed you however he liked, moving you to fit his needs. He was behind you, lifting one of your legs up and resting it over his own. To be honest, you’d never been in this position, his chest flush to your back, his breath hot in your ear. You were totally exposed, breath coming in quick gasps.

“Are you ready for me?” His voice was a whisper, one hand running from the knee that was propped up on his legs to your inner thigh, pausing before moving where you needed him most. “So wet, just for me.” He rubbed your clit in slow circles, reveling in the way you groaned out his name. “You were already wet when I got here, I could smell it.” Smell it? You were confused, but before you could voice your question he continued. “Why? Weren’t you sleeping?”

“I- I was dreaming,” you managed to get out, your hips trying to push forward into his hand. You shut your eyes tight, embarrassed at the words leaving your mouth. “I was dreaming about you- about your mouth- Jungkook please!” He was moving his hand faster, pressing his hard cock against your ass, trying to find some kind of friction. “I need you inside me, please,” you moaned out and he froze, removing his hand from your clit.

He grabbed his erection and you felt him pump it a few times before sliding it up against your slit, the head resting against your clit. He was teasing you.

“What did you say you wanted? I didn’t hear you.”

“You- your cock inside me. Please, Jungkook. Don’t tease me. I need you so badly.” You were on the verge of tears. Your words had some affect on him because he stopped all movement, then his hand went back to his dick, lining it up with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, moaning loudly at the sensation. Your breath was caught in your throat, the pleasure overwhelming. “Oh, Kookie.”

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so tight,” he whined, moving slowly, letting you get used to his size. He was filling you up perfectly, and you felt each slow thrust down to your toes. He started to speed up, his mouth going back to your ear. “Is it good? Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Jungkook. S-so good.” His forearm pressed against your thigh, holding you in place, and you felt his hand sliding down from your belly, over your mound, before pressing two fingers against your clit. You yelled out his name, making him grunt and move faster. The way he was pounding into you was jarring your body, creating friction where his hand was pressing down on you. “It’s too much- I- ah!” He started thrusting into you ever faster, his breath hot on your ear.

“Are you close? Do you want to come all over my cock?” You let out a loud moan, nodding. His other arm that had been under you began to move, coming around so that his hand was on your neck. He started to squeeze lightly, constricting your air flow. You were jerking wildly agsinst him, the pleasure too much to handle. Jungkook gripped your neck tighter and you closed your eyes, something inside you snapping.

Your orgasm rocked through you and you let out a silent scream, Jungkook still pounding into you. Your walls clenched his cock over and over as you rode out your orgasm. When he released your neck you gasped for air, seeing stars. He pulled out of you, climbing over you and flipping you onto your back. You watched in a daze and he pumped himself with quick strokes, occasionally digging his thumb into the tip.

“Spread your legs, let me see you.” You just nodded, spreading your thighs so he could see the mess he’d made of you. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” His eyes rolled back into his head and you sat up quickly, swatting his hand away and taking him into your mouth. “Jesus, y/n! Just like that,” he moaned, grabbing a fist full of your hair and thrusting into your mouth. Tears started falling from your eyes and you gagged, but you ignored the pain and focused on your breathing. He came hard, rocking his hips into your abused throat. You swallowed the bitter, salty liquid as it shot out. He finally pulled out and bent down, pulling you into a sweet kiss. “Wow.”

He pulled you down onto the bed with him, pulling you into his chest.

“We need to get cleaned up,” he murmured, but your eyes were alrwady closed.

Jungkook shook you awake, and you opened your eyes, shutting them immediately and groaning at the bright light. You heard him curse and then gently push you off him. He got up off the bed and you opened your eyes and smiled at the sight of him getting dressed. Something was wrong, though. Your smile slipped away as you noticed his body language and his angry muttering.

“Kookie? What’s wrong?” You wrapped the bedsheet around you, standing up and walking behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shoved it away angrily. “Jungkook?”

“How could I have done something so stupid? I can’t stop fucking up. All I do is make mistakes,” he grunted angrily. He buttoned his shirt and turned to face you. “Why did I do it? I’m such an idiot.”

To say you felt hurt by his words would be an understatement. A mistake? Stupid? You turned away when you felt tears gathering in your eyes. He called to you but you ignored him, picking up your clothes and getting dressed in the bathroom. A few tears slipped out and you took a deep breath, wiping them away. He was standing where you left him, looking utterly miserable beside the bed.

“I want you to leave Jungkook.” You wouldn’t look at him.

“Leave? Why? I still need to talk to you.” He sounded confused but you didn’t bother to explain, instead pushing him backwards, making him almost lose his footing.

“Just go. I get it. You made a mistake. It was stupid. Now leave. I don’t want to look at your face.” You’d started to cry. “Damn it. Just go.”

“Wait! That’s not-”

“Get out, Jungkook!” You were almost screeching. It was silent for a few seconds.

“Fucking fine. I’ll go. But we’re not done here,” Jungkook said angrily. He spun on his heel, slamming your front door on his way out.

You took a deep breath, sitting down on your bed with a sigh. The crying started slowly, progressing into violent sobs that racked your frame. How the fuck had you let this happen?

…should I do a part 2? I want to… I want it to have more werewolf-y stuff in it

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts #jungkook scenarios #jungkook smut #bts smut #werewolf au #jungkook werewolf au

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