Fawn

Fawn

warnings: 18+, age gap(reader is 18), coercion, corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, hair pulling, gaslighting and manipulation, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, virgin/innocent reader, dark thoughts/fantasies, very vague mentions of familial abuse, shamming, obsession, overall yoongi is a ✨creep✨

Note: sometimes I piss myself off because I’ve been dying over this fic for days and now I don’t even like it much anymore- can I have nothing?😭idk might start writing more smut now??

You were a fawn in headlights when he first saw you in that clearing. Your back had been to him and at first, he had swore and scoffed at you because who hangs around in the woods disturbing his peace? Everyone in this town knew he lurked behind the tree line, drinking himself stupid and doing whatever fucked up activities they rumored him to. Yoongi never minded being the talk of the town. He’d been an outcast since his teenage years. Since he stopped going to church with his family like every other prim family populating the place. They took some fun teenage rebellion and ran with it- he liked to think himself not as messed up as people whispered he was. He’d always thought himself not to be until he met you.

He found you picking berries and flowers, anything that looked pretty out in the forest. You were kneeling trying to choose the perfect dandelion to add to your basket when he stormed over; pissed that someone was in his usual drink until he couldn’t move anymore spot. He liked it because it was a short walk from where he liked to stare at the Sunday churchgoers leaving and freak them out. He could recall seeing you before, always glued to your mother’s side wherever you went.

But he stayed away and kept to himself like always. He couldn’t say he had many, if any, friends around here. He’d been on his own since graduating and his family moved away shortly after. He hadn’t been close to them at the time so being left alone was welcomed at first. As for everyone else; if someone didn’t fit in around here they were an outcast without much care and it seemed that no one cared for him.

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I’m not human at all

Summary: Something seems rotten in him, gross and morbid, and it’s starting to spread.

Note: I really like the setting of this one? Idk how well it came across in the fic but the forest, middle of nowhere, swampy, flooded kinda deal, good vibes to me

Warnings: Stepbrother Jungkook, yandere, descriptions of violence, angsty, disturbing thoughts

“I wish I hated you.” 

The water sloshing around your head slowly calms. Your floating hair tickles your face, your clothes cling to your body, and your wrist remains tightly bound in Jungkook’s hand. He’s too close, with you pinned under him. The flooded field was silent, too silent for the struggle that had ensued just seconds ago.

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𝔸 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 𝕆𝔽 𝔸 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 | ℂℍ. 𝟙

| 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫.

|𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞/𝐚𝐮: 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬,𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭,𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐮, 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

| 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

| 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

| 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 & 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, foul language ( 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ), 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬), 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ( 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬).

| 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 does 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

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resentment.

bitter indignation of having been treated unfairly.

you had carried that heavy feeling for some time now, weighing you down with each step that you took. you wished you could pinpoint the reason, to have one target to focus on but there had been many things that caused you to clasp onto this feeling, it had become so familiar, you dared to call it a friend.

its warm embrace consuming you when you lay empty at night.

in your darkest hours.

Being raised in an almost picture-perfect home prevented you from completely grasping how you had ended up with the stirring feeling.

 you had been given all that you had ever asked for, your parent's wealth had guaranteed you a life of luxury and pampering that anyone would die for. you had been sent to the best schools, had surrounded yourself with the elites, you had been born into a world that had been hand-made perfectly for you, so was it truly unfair?

yes

besides the fact that you never had to truly worry about anything in life, you had been instilled with morals, morals that your father had soon thrown to the wind the second a business offer was laid on his table that he just had to bite.

 success was not enough for a man like your father, he always starved for more.

so much so that once the Jeon family, one of the wealthiest and most influential families in Korea offered a 98 billion won investment into his company in exchange for the marriage of their heirs, there was no fucking way he was going to refuse.

regardless of the sacrifices his own daughter would have to make for him.

marriage was sacred, this had been instilled in you since the early age of 5, your parents had fallen in love at the sweet age of 18, and ever since they had been inseparable. even after 25 years of marriage they still managed to swoon for one another. They had built a successful company together with blood, sweat, and tears. the dedication and loyalty they had for their business only enforced their ties.

"If you are to marry someone, do it for love"

they would say, funny how that quickly changed the moment money was placed on the line.

it was painful for you to admit that all the glory had gotten to their heads.

they had prepared a wedding in less than a week, forcing you into a marriage with a man you had only met the day you said your rehearsed vows.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook was one of the youngest and wealthiest eligible bachelors in Korea, the news of your marriage had shaken society to its core, no one had expected such a thing, he was known for his partying and luxurious life and you were barely known at all, as you always ensured to keep a low profile. magazines and blogs had gushed over your dress and the venue, the celebrities and other elites who had attended, and the expensive wines and food that had been provided. all things that had been chosen for you.

and yet you prevailed, in the sickest way you had convinced yourself that it would all work out for the best, your father would have not set you up for failure, you were the apple of his eye.

 arranged marriages were not uncommon in your circle, many of them had turned out just fine. eventually, you could fall for him, eventually, you could really love him, like a real marriage.

the thought now caused a vile taste in your mouth.

you had been so foolish, so naive to believe such things but given the circumstances, it was the only thing you could hold onto. hopeful thoughts.

the hope that had been snatched from you the moment you had learned the truth behind this entire ordeal.

you see unbeknown to your father, the money that had been used to trade his daughter had come from the illegal sale of firearms to the biggest mafia leaders and gangs in Korea, all the success the Jeon family had obtained had come from a long lineage of fraudulent businesses and crime and your father's company had just become the next victim.

they had used your marriage to strengthen their venomous root within the company, using it to launder their blood money.

98 billion drops of blood at that.

which meant that if they fell, your family fell with them and even though you carried great indignation towards the people who you had once called your parents, you could not imagine bringing them such pain.

therefore, divorce was not an option.

fear had forced you into a loveless marriage, had you harboring secrets for the family that would bring your own down in the blink of an eye.

"Mrs. Jeon"

a delicate whisper flowed into the air, snapping you back into the room in which you sat.

"mhm," you blinked, your eyes falling back onto the woman standing before you holding a catalog for you to view.

"I apologize ma'am" her voice shaking slightly, "I asked if you would like to view the new line of furniture coming out this season" she offered "for the remodelation of your home".

you stared blankly at the photographs before you and took a deep breath, your mind vacant.

"send some options to my assistant and then we will choose from them" you instructed.

the woman nodded and bowed deeply before removing herself from the room.

this was what you had to become. you had integrated yourself smoothly into the role of a stay-at-home wife as requested by your father-in-law who had made it clear that working was not a woman's duty and that you should allow your husband to provide for you.

all the dreams you once had of becoming a successful businesswoman had been replaced by brunches with other wives from high society and charity events. there was no room for your aspirations here and neither was there for any protest.

it made you want to claw at your eyes.

"Myung" you called for your assistant, and she quickly appeared before you. her small frame contrasting against your grand office, her shaky hands pressed tightly against the tablet on her hands and if you looked closely you could swear she was on the verge of an anxiety attack.

"yes Mrs. Jeon"

you cringed at the name that she uttered, wanting to remove yourself as much as possible from that family.

"Myung, please call me Y/N"

you corrected, causing her cheeks to grow brightly red at her mistake. She bowed quickly, her eyes wide open.

"Y-yes Mrs. J - Y/N"

"do I have any other meetings for today?" you inquired.

her eyes quickly scanned the tablet in her hands, the schedule reflecting off her thick glasses.

" uhm, you were free for the rest of the evening but Mr. Jeon actually called and requested to have dinner with you tonight" she announced nervously.

"oh" your lips parted "he's back from his travels, is he?" she shook her head rapidly, biting on her bottom lip, a bad habit you learned she had each time she grew nervous, which was often.

you leaned back onto your chair and pondered for a moment. spending time with your husband was always planned, always scheduled. much like a business meeting, there were many formalities taken at the time.

hell, you didn't even share the same bed.

in the year you have been married, the man had not touched you once.

it could be that he found solace in the arms of other women, many of whom smiled each time they passed you at events as if fucking your husband was some kind of bragging right, or maybe it was the iciness you radiated any time he was anywhere near you.

regardless of the reason, nothing had changed since the day you said I do.

it was visible to you from the first day you entered your shared home that this would not be a marriage that would offer you comfort or warmth.

once the housekeeper had shown you to your room and found no evidence that your husband had even graced his presence there you had concluded that you were doomed to the coldness of an empty relationship.

you scoffed rather loudly, turning your chair to face Myung once more.

"Who does he think he is" You bit "am I a dog that he summons whenever he feels like it?"

she stood still, thoughts bubbling in her mind.

you held out your finger before she could speak "Do not answer that".

you inhaled deeply before reaching for your Birkin bag and standing up firmly.

"call the driver and tell him to take me home"

"but Mrs. Je - Y/N"

Myung protested as you walked toward the doors of your office

"Mr. Jeon will be upset" she concluded.

there it was, that reminder that all those who stood beside you ultimately were under the Jeon payroll, and although they showed the utmost respect towards you, their loyalty remained elsewhere.

you snapped your head towards her and placed the shades you carried in your hands over your eyes in a swift movement, your red lips pulling into a smirk.

it had been a long time coming, your rebellion that was. you had been obedient for far too long, running at their Becking call like some kind of pet. the title of a trophy wife made you sick but that was what you were all along.

smile pretty for the camera Y/N, laugh Y/N, walk Y/N, bow Y/N, be respectful Y/N, don't be too loud Y/N, shrink yourself Y/N.

"then let him"

you had been silent for too long, cowarding at each of their words, in fear they would hurt your family.

but you were your father's daughter and you were starving

for revenge. 

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𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝! 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞! 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤/𝐝𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

Yan!Doctor HC’s

Yan!Doctor x GN! Patient! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, stalking, obsession, nsfw mentions

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Yan!Doctor who practically drooled when you first walked in his office, your wrist hurts? Don’t worry honey! He’ll get you fixed up in no time! Look how reliable he is!

Yan!Doctor who refuses to let you see anyone else other than the receptionist or the occasional nurse. Just a check up? You didn’t want to bother him? What ever do you mean? None of the other doctors know you like he does.

Yan!Doctor who makes excuses for you to stay longer, suddenly you have a fever that needs urgent care! Ah ah ah gorgeous where are you going? You’re still not healthy.

Yan!Doctor who may or may not snoop through your file. XXXX avenue, hm? That’s only a couple streets from his house! It’s like you were meant to be.

Yan!Doctor who you start seeing around more often. The grocery store? He’s there buying some fruit. Going on a morning jog? He’s buying some coffee nearby, what a coincidence! Want to join him?

Yan!Doctor who is just worried for your health, which is why he slips some pills into your drink. Are you feeling light-headed love? Here, you can crash at his place for as long as you need! Let him carry you home when you pass out.

Yan!Doctor who can’t help himself when he sees you curled up in his bed. He stands next to the mattress and jerks off over your face. Fuck! You’re so beautiful, be his already! He’s got everything! Money, insurance, a nice house, he can give you the luxury life you’ve always wanted! Stay with him!

Yan!Doctor who promises to keep you safe, no matter what.

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His habit of falling asleep on the couch after spending half the night watching movies normally only earns him a sore back and heavy eyes the following day, but when he spots your boyfriend and you stumbling into the apartment he shares with you, he realizes tonight offers him a bit more. His sleepy eyes flutter open at the sound of a lock clicking, and your giggling as he notices your boyfriend’s head shoved into the crook of your neck only pulls him further from dreamland as he becomes wide awake.

He blinks to make sure he’s seeing correctly, but how could he miss the way you both slip off your shoes, pull your coats from your shoulders, and toss your keys aside before your arms wrap around the neck before you, which only makes him stir beneath the thin blanket that drapes over his body wearing nothing but gray sweats. His bare chest heaves at the sight of your head falling back against the apartment door, allowing your boyfriend’s lips and hands to wander, and it doesn’t take long for you to begin mumbling something about something that goes unheard.

Luckily, the apartment lighting is dim, and there’s no way for either of you to actually spot him awake. As long as he remains still, frozen, watching the scene unfold as his heart skips a beat when he catches a hand slip beneath your skirt.

“I wanna come,” you whine in a not so quiet whisper, and his eyes bulge at the sound of your playful voice traveling from the front door over to where he lays on the couch. He licks his lips, gulps, and yells at himself in his mind that he shouldn’t be watching, that he should roll over, close his eyes if he’s not going to make it known he’s awake.

But it wouldn't be the first time he’s listened in to the two of you. Even if he is catching the two of you in plain sight now, there have been nights before when he heard you moaning from the other room, telling him you’re getting close, whimpering that you’re coming. He would never admit to anyone that he’s gotten off to it more times than he’s proud to even realize, and he guesses it’s what keeps him from tearing his eyes away now.

You whimper once again in a breathless, needy voice that has his cock bulging beneath his sweatpants, an ache already setting in at just the thought of what’s about to take place. “Get on your knees.” The sight of your boyfriend dropping to the floor with no hesitation makes his cock twitch in his pants, finding it harder to sit still and not reveal that he’s awake. The last thing he needs is his roommate, and his roommate’s boyfriend, pissed at him for being a spying creep. Though he knows it’s anything but right, he can’t help himself.

The sound of your moans as your lover pushes your skirt higher and begins kissing over the fabric of your panties finally causes him to snap. He can’t resist reaching for his cock, beginning to palm himself over his sweats while remaining thankful the blanket is covering him for the most part. He supresses his own noises by biting down on his bottom lip, but his breaths grow heavy the moment he spots fingers sinking into the band of your panties, pulling the flimsy cotton down your legs to be tossed to the side.

Even in the dim lighting he can see your awaiting slit as your boyfriend props a leg over his shoulder a moment before leaning between your thighs once again, and God does the sight make him wish more than ever he was the one tasting you. But he settles for being a silent audience for now, never pulling his eyes away, and from the way you whimper your boyfriend’s name, he can only assume your folds are being teased by a diligent tongue.

The thought has him reaching with a shaky hand to push his sweats lower, uncovering his cock before wrapping a strong grip around the base. He tries his best not to make any sudden movements, but he guesses from the way your head is tossed back and your hips begin to roll that you’re far from paying attention to him. As he begins to stroke his own cock in slow, yet steady motions, he decides he doesn’t care in the moment. The sight of his roommate being eaten out by her boyfriend takes precedence, and between your moans, the face buried between your thighs, and him stroking his own cock, he can no longer care about right and wrong.

His breaths deepen just as your moans grow louder, and part of him wonders if you do it on purpose just so he will hear. Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind, he realizes as much as he begins to hear groans from between your thighs in the moment.  Your hands fall to grip the strands of hair below you, and he begins stroking himself quicker, tightening his grip while imagining how you taste. Part of him is envious it’s not him giving you pleasure, slipping his tongue between your folds, circling your clit, making you moan, and the other part is thankful he gets to witness such a sight that has his cock so painfully erect and twitching every time you whimper the other man’s name.

The pleasure overtakes the guilt in his chest, no longer worried over watching something he shouldn’t see, and not even worried over getting caught, but feeling the bliss fill his body as he runs his palm along his length, precum dripping from the tip, balls tightening against his body. He’s getting close and he’s barely even started, too affected by your moans, the sight of the mouth working between your legs, too focused on imagining how wet you are or how incredible it would feel to have your juices drip against his tongue.

His eyes close a moment later, keeping that vision of you pressed against the door with your boyfriend on his knees in his mind. He strokes himself quicker, twitching against his own palm each time you make a noise, biting his lip hard to try to keep his own groans in check, but he’s becoming weaker. He’s breathless and needy and wishes his face was buried between your legs. If not, he wishes he could watch freely, imagining what it would be like if the thought of him focused on the pleasure someone else gives you gets you off quicker. His cock twitches and his balls tighten at that, finding himself worked up all over again at just the idea of you being as into it as him.

He can feel himself getting close, and his eyes flutter open to take one last look at the two of you. Your boyfriend grips your thigh with a strong hold, fingers pressed so tightly to your skin and he is sure it’s to keep you from moving too wildly against his tongue. You’re worked up, getting close with your jaw slacked, legs trembling, causing him to wonder what it feels like if your thighs were wrapped around him as you come undone. He can feel the pressure building with your every whimper, the pleasure swelling as he watches, the tension tightening when he imagines being a part of the scene taking place by the front door.

Without warning he snaps, bliss unraveling inside him and thick, white ropes spilling onto his bare stomach. He’s breathless and needy as he tries to keep quiet, hips bucking into his hand, milking his cock for every last, messy drop that releases onto his flesh. He doesn’t stop pumping himself as he listens for the moment you gasp your lover’s name, finding your own ending with a skilled tongue between your thighs, and his head buzzes with the thought of the two of you getting off at the same time.

He barely has time to catch his breath before you’re pushing your boyfriend away with cute little giggles, being guided to the bedroom for clean up while he can breathe a sigh of relief in getting away with something. He waits for the click of your door before he moves, tiptoeing to the bathroom to find a rag to clean the mess he’s made over his stomach, rushing to finish so neither of you catch him.

Once he’s done, he tiptoes to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and managing to fall asleep with a satisfied grin on his face, feeling as if he’s gotten away with the unthinkable.

Or at least, he assumes he has, until morning comes and you find him in the kitchen making a bowl of cereal. There’s a sly smirk on your lips that makes his heart sink, and the moment you narrow your eyes toward him with his mouth full of Captain Crunch, his stomach begins to twist at the possibility.

“Maybe you can join us next time instead of just watching,” you tell him, patting him on the shoulder as he leans against the counter, mouth full with a bowl in his hand. “It’s not like I haven’t heard you getting off to us before.”

He remains frozen in place, unable to move, or speak, or even breathe after realizing you were on to him the entire time, knowing he’s getting off to not only the sounds, but now the sight of the two of you.

“Don’t worry,” you begin again, pausing to search the fridge for orange juice, and turning to him with a wide smile after finding the carton, “it definitely helped me get off faster when you watch.”

Golden- JJK

💛 Pairing: (almost entirely)Jungkook x reader, (basically none)Seokjin x reader

💛 Rating: 18+

💛 Genre: friends to lovers but like fluffy but also like very sad.

💛 Summary: After see your boyfriend Jin cheating on you at a bar and realizing your shared friends have been working together to hide it from you, you storm off into the parking lot to cry. Jungkook sees you out there and tells you the truth about everything, or what he wants you to believe is the truth.

💛 Words: almost 16k

💛 Warnings: CHEATING!!! “only one-bed” cliché but I love it, drinking, oral sex(m&f), protected sex and unprotected sex, dirty talk, overestimation, vaginal fingering, love kink?, too much smut, uhhh Jungkook is a bit of a stalker.

💛 Note: listen, I just wanted an excuse to write a gratuitous amount of Jungkook fluff and smut and I also love hurting. I thought I should throw in, these two characters are not actually in love, there are reasons it moves so fast, but it’s not love.

❤ also a very big thank you to @btsaudge​ who beta read this whole thing for me, she’s not only a god tier beta reader but a god tier writer too ❤

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