My pain

Two: lets play

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Jimin stares at him for what felt like an eternity, just gaping at the man as if he was staring at a ghost. He still sat on his hands and knees, body bare with only his rope harness wrapped snugly around his torso. Jungkook looked exactly how he remembered only this time a lot more dominating. Dressed in tight fitting leather pants with a matching jacket and white silk undershirt. Piercings littered both his ears, hair gelled and parted perfectly in the middle.

"You look good." It's the first thing that slips Jungkook's mouth, his eyes raking over him almost devouring him whole.

"What are you doing here?" Jimin ignores his blatant compliment, wanting to know why this man from his past is suddenly in front of him dressed like he is.

Jungkook tilts his head in a rather amused manner, eyes still blaring down on him. Jimin hadn't moved from his position on all fours, to frozen in the moment to realise.

"Why do you think?" Jungkook walks forward with strife, Jimin just sits there watching him paralysed in his spot.

Jungkook stops at the edge of the bed, Jimin glances up at him completely lost until he's wincing and being forced upwards by Jungkook pulling at his hair.

"Ahh ah." Jimin hisses at the stinging he's causing, his grip was painful and at the same time arousing.

"I'm you're new dominant pretty boy." Jungkook's fingers tug harder on his locks, forcing him to crane his neck back in an uncomfortable position.

Jimin's entire body tingles, the pet name always a turn on when said by him. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way, aroused by a man he never wanted to see again but he couldn't help it. He'd always had a soft spot for him.

"I don't need a new dominant, the ones I have are perfectly fine." Jimin barks back rather bratty, he couldn't help being snarky towards him as he always loved doing it.

Jimin doesn't get much time to react before he feels a harsh slap across his face that practically knocks him over. He collapses to the bed from the brute impact, only thing keeping him held up is Jungkook's cruel grip on his hair.

"I said I'm your dominant and that's how it's going to be. There is no one else anymore, just me." Jungkook yanks at his hair before pushing him into the bed.

Jimin breaths heavy, scalp still aching from the tight grip Jungkook had on it. He stayed where he was carelessly thrown, staring up at Jungkook with dark eyes.

"Says who? You can't just come in here and stake your claim! I haven't seen you in years." Jimin shouts at him, sitting himself up on his elbows.

"I just did." Jungkook is suddenly leaning over him, trapping him between his arms.

The scent of his musky cologne invaded his nostrils, the tension in the room felt smothering. Jimin's mouth became dry, the dominance eroding of Jungkook was alluring and arousing. He couldn't help but find it attractive the way he man handled him, the way he spoke to him like his word was final. It was all peaking his sexual interest even if he didn't want it to.

"I've got a client coming soon, you should leave before they come." Jimin's chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, he stared up at Jungkook who loomed above him with such power it sent shivers down his spine.

"Yeah you do and that's me. I'm the only one you're having tonight Jimishi." Jungkook's lips were inches from his ear, he felt the vibrations of his words and it had his head spinning.

Jimin doesn't get another word in before he's being flipped over, his stomach getting pressed into the silk sheets underneath him. He clutched the bedding for support, gearing himself up for what ever would come next. Jungkook's large hands dig into his lower back, holding him down firmly as his fingers caressed his sides. The hairs on the back of his neck prick up, the desire boils in his stomach until it burns. The rough treatment he was receiving made his body tingle, a smile to slither his lips as he loved it. He could feel Jungkook's hip bones digging into his back almost hard enough to bruise. The feeling of his large hands groping his body like he owned it made his cock twitch with excitement. He felt his lungs being compressed, the air being forced out his lungs from the weight on him. He was being slowly suffocated and he thrived off it.