#gunpl4y

you freeze as your hips caught mid-buck, wrists pinned above your head with one of jinx’s knees, and her pistol pressed right against your thigh, glinting under the flickering neon light of her bedroom. you’re panting. naked and spread across her workbench like a prize, lip bitten red and cunt leaking down onto the metal.

she’s crouched between your legs, her wild blue hair tangled and those manic eyes locked between your thighs like she wants to devour you and ruin you.

“you’re such a slut for danger,” jinx giggles, dragging the pistol down your thigh. you gasp. her finger isn’t even on the trigger, but your hips jump anyway. “look at you—” her voice gets sing-song sweet. “all spread out and twitchin’ just from a lil' metal against your skin. you’re begging for me to lose it.”

“jinxie..” you breathe, flushed and whiny. “i want your mouth—” "awww, you want my mouth now?" she pouts, pistol still gliding toward your soaked cunt. "after you were such a brat all day? makin’ eyes at that ugly bartender like you didn’t already belong to me?" you open your mouth to explain but she leans in and drags her tongue flat over your pussy and you moan loudly.

"mmmn—oh yeah," she moans into you, rubbing the side of the gun along your inner thigh while her tongue flicks your clit like she's playing with a trigger. “she’s dripping, folks. ding ding ding, this bitch wants to die for it.”

you writhe under her, hands straining, whole body trembling. she spits on your clit. sucks. drags her tongue in slow, evil circles. and then, oh god. she taps your cunt lightly with the pistol. you jolt, grinding down without thinking.

“knew it,” jinx says, breathless. “pussy like yours? it’s built for chaos.” she sinks two fingers in you without warning, already rough and deep off the bat. her knuckles pressing right against that spot that makes you cry. “say you’re mine,” she pants. “i’m yours—fuck, fuck—” “say you’d let me fuck you with this gun.” you choke. “i—I would—” “you’d let me wreck your little hole with cold steel and smile while i do it?” “yesyesyes, fuck—!” she grins.

“good girl.”

and then she starts moving her fingers faster, sloppier, lips wrapped around your clit again and the pistol right there, cold and heavy, teasing your soaked skin. you come so hard your vision fractures. and she moans like she felt it, too.

he doesn’t think his dad will be back early. he doesn’t expect the rough hand on his collar yanking him back. he really doesn’t expect the barrel to be pushed between his lips, forcing him to suck. he gags and drools, wetting his chin and bruising his lips. the metal is unforgiving against his tender cheeks. tears prick at his eyes and his father palms at the front of his jeans.