𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓣⓦⓔⓝⓣⓨⓕⓘⓥⓔ

ONE WEEK LATER

Jungkook watched as Taehyung stabbed the woman, drawing the blade downwards, blood and guts spewing all over him. She had stopped screaming a while ago, barely alive anymore to feel the unfathomable pain that wound must have been. At this point, Taehyung was simply having fun. Jungkook could not help but smirk as his lover’s eyes lit up, alive with madness.

“I think I’m done,” Taehyung whispered as he turned around, putting the knife in the sink.

Jungkook moved to go and clean it with the multiple other tools Taehyung had used on his victim that night. Taehyung was a master with knives, but sometimes liked to experiment with other kinds of tools. Jungkook routinely washed the knives with the strong product, making sure not to cut himself in the process. Last time it had happened, Taehyung had been mad. Those knives were meant for his putrid victims, not his lover, he had told him.

Taehyung went on to clean the rest as Jungkook left the bathroom with the clean knives and various devices. He closed the door behind him, putting the tools in their respective drawers and cases. He took his shirt and pants off, throwing them in the lit fireplace, making sure not to choke the fire out.

He waited for Taehyung to knock on the door and opened it, taking the trash bag from his hands. They were special trash bags, extra resistant and smell-proof. He placed it next to the front door, then joined Taehyung back in the bathroom to clean up the rest.

They both sighed as they finally finished cleaning up and tightly packed everything in those special bags, along with Taehyung’s clothing. Jungkook glanced at Taehyung’s blood covered face, hair, and arms. It did not faze him anymore; if anything, he found it attractive.

Jungkook jumped on Taehyung, slapping his mouth against his. Taehyung grabbed his hips, surprised, then melted at the touch of his beloved. His hands clawed at his back, hungry for his touch. They grabbed and tugged at each other’s flesh, overcome with excitement and lust. Jungkook’s initial reaction at Taehyung’s hobby had completely shifted; the more he saw it, the more it stirred something thrilling inside of him. Whenever Taehyung finished, the only thing Jungkook wanted to do was fuck him, right then and there. And they had every single time.

Taehyung pulled Jungkook’s head back with a fist full of hair, teeth trailing across the sensitive skin of his neck. He growled as Jungkook pushed his erection against his, hungry for more. He had just experienced a great kill, and now he was faced with his passionate lover whom he could not resist. The kill was thrilling enough; having the raw sex he had with Jungkook afterwards was of utmost delight. The epitome of pleasure.

He turned Jungkook around and slammed him against the wall, brushing his erection in between his ass cheeks. He moaned into Jungkook’s ear before biting down on his shoulder, right next to the bite mark he had inflicted on him the week before. He leaned back and watched his wet cock slip on his ass, enticed by the sight of it. Jungkook twisted his head and watched his blood-covered sweetheart with desiring eyes.

“Please─ Taehyung─” he whined.

He did not have to beg any longer, Taehyung inserting himself roughly inside with the sound of his name escaping Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook yelled out with the first thrust, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Taehyung grabbed both his wrists with one hand, then leaned over to stroke his cock with the other.

Jungkook whined, moaned, wailed as Taehyung roughly fucked him, over stimulating his responsive body. Every touch from Taehyung was like a shot of heroin in his bloodstream; addictive and euphoric. He could not keep it in any longer; he came in his hand in a matter of minutes, legs shaking and breath quick.

Taehyung pulled out and made Jungkook kneel, facing him.

“Open,” he muttered, completely entranced by him.

He grunted as he came into Jungkook’s mouth, resting his hand on his shoulder for balance. Jungkook looked into his lover’s eyes as he came undone in his mouth, the warm liquid hitting at the back of his throat. When he was done, Jungkook swallowed and sucked on the tip, making sure not one drop was left behind.

“Fuck,” Taehyung whispered, kneeling in front of Jungkook.

They kissed sloppily, still in the aftermath of their orgasm, weak and overwhelmed. Taehyung stroked Jungkook’s shaking thighs, glancing down as he noticed his half-hard dick. He smiled and looked back up at Jungkook.

“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” he asked playfully.

Jungkook looked away, cheeks flushed. Taehyung took it as a yes and leaned down, putting Jungkook’s cock in his mouth. He whined out, his cock hypersensitive so soon after an orgasm. Taehyung pushed Jungkook to sit on his ass and lean against the wall, spreading his legs. He roughly stroked him as he licked and sucked on his balls. Jungkook bit on his bottom lip, both his hands getting lost in Taehyung’s blood crusted hair, uncovering his forehead. Taehyung’s tongue trailed downwards to his asshole, teasing it softly.

“I’m─” Jungkook whimpered.

Taehyung looked up and immediately put the cock in his mouth, wanting to savor his lover’s semen. He came in Taehyung’s mouth, hips jerking with every shot of cum that came out of him. The second orgasm was too much for him, and tears rolled down his cheeks as his hands fell down next to him, legs twitching.

Taehyung looked down to his hard cock, then back up at Jungkook.

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” he smiled as he took Jungkook in his arms and stood up.