Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

I'm Your Park Filter

Jungkook's breathing shallowed. His tongue caressed his bottom lip. How could his boyfriend be this goddamned sexy? He knew that a younger version of himself seeing Jimin dancing in such a provocative way would have lit a fire of jealousy in him. Now, however, it lit an entirely different fire.

Jimin threw his head back, exposing his neck. Jungkook sucked on his teeth, pressing his lips into a fine line as he gulped and tried to fight back the growing urge to storm the stage and take him in front of everyone. Jungkook wanted very much to repay Jimin for the hickey he'd given him the night before that they'd attempted to pass off as a bite mark.

Closing his eyes, he recalled the way Jimin's plump, full lips felt pressing across his skin. The white hot, blinding desire he'd felt when Jimin's tongue flicked across his throat. God, he wanted him. He needed him. Right now.

Again, Jungkook gulped, pressing a hand into his lap to quell the need a little longer. Just a few more minutes and it was his turn to rehearse. Then at least he could burn off some of the mounting sexual longing into physical exercise. The moment he got the chance though, Park Jimin would have the night of his life.

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Jimin wasn't sure how much more of Jungkook dancing he could take. If he slid his hand up his inner thigh, barely brushing the bulge evident in his tight red pants, one more time, Jimin thought he might tackle Jungkook. The look in Jungkook's eyes were almost devilish, his expressions as he stared exclusively at Jimin were devastatingly sinful. How could one man be that handsome and that good at everything? Including turning Jimin on with little more than a look.

Sucking a thick lip between his teeth, Jimin strived to contain his desire. Its just...Jungkook was so fucking sexy. All Jimin wanted to do was drop to his knees in worship of his boyfriend. How was he still able to elicit this strong of a reaction from Jimin after all this time?

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"Jimin," his name sounded like dripping honey coming from the puffy, abused lips of his lover. He wanted to hear it again...and again...and again until it was little more than a whimper. Oh, Jimin was going to enjoy this.

"Oohhh, Jungkook," he breathed into Jungkook's ear, relishing how it made him shiver in his arms.

"Mmmm," Jungkook growled, "I want you."

Jimin tugged him in closer, nipping at his neck. "Have me then."

The hallway was shadowed and empty, but Jungkook still glanced back and forth regardless as he forced himself to stop kissing his boyfriend. He towed Jimin by his hand into one of the empty rooms, shutting the door behind them before pressing Jimin against it.

"Your dance was so sexy, Jimin-ssi," Jungkook whispered.

"Did you like that?" Jimin smirked as he looked Jungkook intensely in the eyes. "Well, pick your filter then. What me do you want me to be, Kookie?"

Jimin loosed a soft yelp as Jungkook pulled him up by his thighs. Jimin wrapped his legs around Jungkook's hips.

"I want my favorite filter." Curious and confused, Jimin raised an eyebrow at him. He continued, "Park Filter."

Jimin huffed out a course laugh. "What's a Park Filter?"

"You," Jungkook's voice was thick with lust. "Just you. All of you. Every single piece of you. All for me."