𝐉𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐟𝐬 || 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤||

Chains of Desire

Jimin had always been different.

Since a young age, his heart craved danger, risk, and forbidden things others were too afraid to even whisper about. While his friends chased harmless crushes and weekend adventures, Jimin's fantasies took him to darker, unknown places. Places where pleasure and pain danced together. Where control wasn't shared, but given.... fully, willingly.

At 19, his curiosity had only grown sharper. He had tried small things ......blindfolds, light bondage, playful roleplay ......but nothing truly fed that aching hunger inside him.

He wanted more.

Something raw.
Something real.
Someone who would take him apart, piece by piece, and make him whole again.

That's when he met Jungkook.

Jungkook wasn't just another student. He was a storm wrapped in human skin - mysterious, sinfully handsome, with dark eyes that seemed to strip you bare with just a glance. His reputation preceded him. People spoke in hushed tones about the things he did, the control he held, the power he wielded.

And Jimin…
Jimin listened.
Every word making his heart pound harder, every rumor fueling his twisted fantasies.

He imagined what it would be like  to kneel at Jungkook's feet, to be used, owned, and loved in his own dark, beautiful way.

The longing ate away at him until, one chilly night, he found himself standing at Jungkook's apartment door. His chest was tight, his palms damp with sweat. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he raised a trembling fist and knocked.

The door opened.

Jungkook stood there, leaning casually against the frame, a faint smirk curling his lips. His dark, predatory eyes gleamed in the soft hallway light.

"Well, well… look who finally showed up," Jungkook murmured, voice a smooth, dangerous purr. "Come in."

Jimin stepped inside, his throat dry, his heart racing.

The room was dimly lit by soft red lights. The scent of leather and something intoxicatingly masculine filled the air. His eyes widened as he took in the sight  ropes hanging neatly on the wall, whips, cuffs, gleaming metal toys, and things he couldn’t even name.

His stomach flipped.

"Strip," Jungkook commanded, his voice steady and absolute.

Jimin hesitated for a moment, his nerves making his fingers fumble. But the heat in Jungkook's gaze left no room for refusal. One by one, his clothes hit the floor, leaving him exposed, vulnerable.

Jungkook stepped closer, circling him like a predator appraising its prey. His fingers trailed roughly over Jimin's skin, squeezing, teasing, claiming.

"Pretty little thing," Jungkook growled, grabbing a fistful of Jimin's ass, making him gasp.

Jimin's knees nearly buckled.

"On the bench. Spread those legs for me."

The words made Jimin's stomach twist deliciously. He obeyed, climbing onto the padded bench, his body trembling in both fear and need as he opened himself up to Jungkook's intense gaze.

The air was thick with unspoken tension.

Jungkook took his time.

Running his fingers over Jimin's exposed thighs, nails lightly scratching, leaving faint red trails. His touch was rough, but careful, like a wolf toying with its prey before the kill.

Without warning, Jungkook knelt between his legs, the heat of his mouth making Jimin flinch.

His tongue was hot, wet, and demanding  lapping at Jimin's hole, making him gasp, his body clenching at the unfamiliar but overwhelming sensation. Jimin gripped the edge of the bench, a broken moan slipping past his lips.