Bottom Taehyung Drabbles

Unconventional

[Vkook] [Angst] [1k Words]

Jungkook and Taehyung's relationship is a bit... unconventional.

Warning : Smut, Gun Kink

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Taehyung scrunches his eyes shut and groans, breath ragged as he grips onto the sheets. He's going to die soon, probably; these days it's getting easier and easier to believe – but it's hard for him to give a shit. Especially when Jungkook, his boyfriend of four years, is staring down at him with a sharp glare as he shoves a gun up his ass.

"How does it feel?" Jungkook's voice came out in a low snarl, slightly breathless, and Taehyung didn't need to be a genius to see that the ravenette was only curious and not actually concerned.

Taehyung felt the urge to roll his eyes, but choose to ignore it. It's annoying, to be honest, because Jungkook's kinks are fucking painful for him and their relationship is albeit too one-sided sometimes. Taehyung guessed it's his fault to some point; he should've known that dating a notorious mafia gang leader would be a fucking hassle. But it's fine, probably. He got to sleep in a mansion and live like a king – that's got to count for something, right?

"Not bad," he replies after a pause, rolling his hips and wincing at the friction he got from it, "Could be better."

Jungkook hums above him and wriggles the gun around a little bit, eyes glinting with interest. "It's loaded, you know?"

Taehyung raises his eyebrows, somewhat unfazed. It was probably meant to scare him, but it didn't. He already knows that Jungkook has a thing for killing people – it's kind of how he managed to get where he is– so Taehyung isn't too surprised.

"Oh?" he gasps softly when the other pushes the gun even further inside, "Pull the trigger then, it'd be fun; I can be like a firework."

Jungkook scoffs at him and Taehyung seriously considers planting a bullet in his throat, "You'd be a bloodbath," says the younger, "Which is even better, but nah. I'm not feeling it right now. I'd just try it on someone else tomorrow."

In truth, the very idea of Jungkook fucking someone else with a loaded gun hurts him a little bit. Taehyung's pretty sure what he has with Jungkook couldn't be called love, but they are quite possessive with each other.

"Don't fuck around. If you want to try shit, try it with me."

The room was dark, the only source of light being the moonlight breaching through the window-glass, so it's a bit hard to see, but Taehyung could catch a glimpse of his boyfriend grinning from ear to ear, "Oh, what, you want to die?"

"If that meant nobody else is getting into your pants then yeah. Sure."

Jungkook chuckles softly, his chest rumbling against Taehyung's as he does so, "Fine, I get your point. I won't fuck around."

As if to emphasize his statement, Jungkook leans down to seal a kiss, which Taehyung took albeit too eagerly. "Say," Taehyung breathes into the kiss, "The gun's nice and all, but it's getting kinda boring– you up?"

Jungkook curses and slowly pulls the gun out, a wet trail of lube and semen drips down Taehyung's thigh in the process. "Fuck yes." – The reply was albeit overdue, and Taehyung was about to comment on it, but didn't get the chance to as Jungkook thrusts in exactly a second after, leaving him breathless.

Taehyung groans, arching his back as the other slides even deeper into him– it's a very easy process now; Jungkook is big, but not as big as a fucking handgun, though Taehyung has to say, Jungkook is longer.

They set a slow pace at first, because Taehyung is still sore from the gun, and a rough fuck right after is a little too much, but as they go, the pace increases. Taehyung whines, only half-embarrassed of the sinful sounds that are spilling from his mouth as he bucked his hips to meet with Jungkook's thrusts.

They go at it for a while, and by the time Jungkook's face flushes a deep red and his hair got soaked with sweat, Taehyung feels himself getting close to the edge– but he hates coming first, it made him feel like losing; sort of, so he moves his hips up and down even quicker, and kisses every patch of Jungkook's skin that his lips could reach.

The younger seemed to appreciate the gesture; skin flushing a darker red as he picks up the pace, hips stuttering every so often. Snarling, Jungkook lowers himself to take Taehyung's earlobe between his teeth, gnawing violently at the flesh; drawing blood, only to lick it clean right after. And Taehyung almost rolled his eyes at the discovery– so Jungkook got a blood kink? Oh, that is just so typical.

"Shit, I'm –"

Taehyung moans, rolling his hips as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull before leaning upwards to nibble on Jungkook's dark locks, "Yeah, go ahead."

And that's exactly what Jungkook does; spilling inside his boyfriend as he scrunches his eyes shut and bites on the curve of Taehyung's shoulder to lessen the intensity. Finally satisfied, Taehyung lets himself loose and came too, body convulsing as he makes a mess between their chest.

"Holy shit," Taehyung whimpers out when the other slides out of him, now feeling sore all over. It's at moments like these that he truly felt that sex is like a drug; exhilarating while he's at it, but disgustingly tiring and toxic once it's done. "I'm fucking beat."

"Yeah," Jungkook agrees with a low voice, still panting even as he fell limp to the bed and pulled the comforter over Taehyung and himself. "Let's do this again sometime."

Taehyung scoffs, "If you give me a year-worth rest and a fucking Porsche, I'll consider it."

Beside him, Jungkook laughs before snaking an arm up Taehyung's waist and saying, "That can be arranged."

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I don't even know if this chapter could be called angst, but I don't know what else to call it... This chapter is kinda weird, I guess. I just wanted to make, like, a super cool and emotionless Tae, and this came out haha :')

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