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Trigger Happy
Summary: You’re an undercover cop infiltrating the mafia but things aren’t looking too good for you when the kingpin himself is pointing a gun at your head.
Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Jeon Jungkook
Warnings: mean dom jungkook, murder, drug usage, gun play, fear play, dirty talk, daddy kink, oral sex - female receiving, dub con/non con, mafia au, implied stalking, yandere behaviour
Word Count: 3.3K
A/N: going through writer’s burnout T^T pls read warnings carefully <3
Dollar bills rain down upon strippers’ faces like their tears whilst people swallow up the sight of their bodies; swimming naked within their blown pupils, sliding into the darkness of their bellies. The electric lights flicker upon their skin like sunbeams, painting their body into the hues of something that can be devoured like the sickeningly sweet cosmopolitan in their hand. It burns within the back of their throats, sparks a fire within their loins. It makes the inside of the club feel otherworldly, makes them forget about their morality as their hungry, predatory eyes zero onto the half-naked women crawling towards them on their hands and knees.
Their lips do not move yet they believe the lipstick that paints their mouths red speaks of their carnality. Crimson claws hooked onto their leather belts, as though they’re begging to be fucked with brutality. But everything is merely a fantasy. A manifestation of power from the money that they tuck into their lace panties, waving dollar bills in front of their faces like candy. You’re a distraction, eye candy to be consumed, no matter how much they want to feel your flesh hot and pulsing around their cocks. They want to own you and you allow them to think, for a second, that they do.
There is only the beat, no words to the song that flows from the speakers mounted under the ceiling. Pointed towards you like the electric red lights, rippling across your skin like you’re a nymph underwater, drowning you in a sea of blood. In the colour that represents danger and hot-blooded lust.
In the absence of lyrics, these men can fill it in with their thoughts, of what they want to do to you. You defy gravity with every spin, legs wrapped around the pole like a serpent, your calloused fingers gripping onto the metal as you spread your legs wide open in temptation. You appear weightless, chiaroscuro painted within a dream, appearing before the eyes of men like a daydream whilst alcohol and illicit drugs runs through their bloodstream.
And you wonder what it is that runs through Jeon Jungkook’s mind as he watches you.
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