jimin had dreamed of this before.
where his precious boy is sprawled out on the bed before him, back to the head board, arms handcuffed above his head, nude from head to toe, looking at him with so much innocence and love.
jimin just smiles at the boy laying bound before him. he looked beautiful, and frightened. like he had seen the male do horrid things before hand, before he decided today was a day he'd mess with danger again.
jimin always liked it dangerous, found the danger fun, exciting, built up the right amount of adrenaline.
it kept him high, made him feel good in ways he simply can't explain.
the boy that lays before him knew nothing about danger and the adrenaline it causes you until the two met.
jimin had wanted to show him a good time, let him feel the things he loves feeling, letting him feel things he hasn't felt before such as the adrenaline rush.
right now jimin was doing just that.
showing the boy what exactly a good time was and feel new feelings.
lodged in jimin's hands was a gun. a pistol.
the gun wasn't loaded and the safety lock was on, but his precious boy didn't know any of that. it was all apart of the act.
jimin just wanted him to feel something completely new, and pulled this trick out his sleeve.
he walks over to the side of the bed slowly, keeping his eyes on kook's face. he looks terrified when he sees the older male step closer, jimin can't help but smile. he puts the gun in both his hands, examining it, cleaning it off right before he cocks it back and looks straight into the others eyes.
jungkook flinches at this, watching the older's every move while he still has the gun in his hand. jimin then points the gun straight center onto jungkook's forehead and the boy tries to shy away as much as he can.
"why are you hiding away baby? you think i'm gonna hurt you?" jimin asks, the younger doesn't say anything.
he then places the tip of the gun on his head, making him flinch even more at the sudden cold he feels from the gun. "answer the question kook."
"n-no.." he speaks timidly, whimpering when jimin presses the cold gun harder into his temple. "no what. c'mon bunny, you're a lot smarter than this."
jungkook swallows the nerves in is throat to answer properly. "no..sir.."
"good boy." jimin says smirking, putting the gun down. he slowly leans in, kissing jungkook lovingly.
the younger kisses him back, shuffling a little on the bed to met the males lips a lot better.
jimin had raised the gun back up and placed it under his jaw. at the action jungkook flinches again, the older purposefully cocks the gun again as he kisses him deeper. the younger male whimpers into the kiss as the gun is pushed deeper and harsher into his jaw. jimin breaks the kiss with a devious smirk, their still so close and their lips are so ready to connect again, but the older male smiles at every little moan and whimper the boy beneath him makes simply from a gun.
"you sound so cute under me baby, when you whimper at the smallest movement of my gun. you keep it up i might have to hurt you a little."
jungkook just moans at his words. he mumbles something under his breath.
"speak up, i don't understand dumb bunnies when they mumble." jimin spits, pushing the gun into his jaw more. the younger male grunts at the pain, "h-hurt me.. please.." is all the boy could get out.
jimin then moves the gun and kisses him again. this time it's rough, and jimin wants to kiss and bite at his lips til they visibly bruise. moving his lips passionately and possessively, jungkook can't help but whine whenever the older would bite his bottom lip harshly.
jimin then moves his lips down to his jaw, especially where the gun was placed before, he then moves to his neck and god his silky skin was addicting.
the softness and sensitivity cause jimin's brain to stir in ways he can't express, he wants to bruise him all over, showcase to everyone that no one else will give him a better experience than he did. he wants everyone to see who he belongs to, who gets to hear him moan and beg so prettily. especially whimper and whine in fear when he places his favorite gun on his temple. it was such a sight for sore eyes. jimin had sucked dark marks all over his neck, kissing every mark made. he moves down to his chest and belly, kissing him all over, painting him with his tongue and teeth. he kisses along his upper and inner thighs. now he's finally arrived at his favorite part. jimin had pulled away and stood up, stepping in front of the bed, he grabs koo by the legs and drags him further down the bed. he then continues to spread the youngers legs, he lays on the bed and gets in between them. pulling the gun back out from his pocket he places it beside him right before spitting on his fingers and circling the boys rim.
