Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Well, You're the Boss

Jungkook

"Ahhh...Jimin," I panted his name as I came, sucking in air, praying I wouldn't die of oxygen loss.  If I did die, sex with Jimin would be the way to go.  "How is it that you always manage to convince me to do this here of all places?"

"Well, you're the boss.  You should learn to manage your employees better, Mr. President," Jimin breathed out, somehow still seductive even while gasping to regain his breath.

I grabbed his ass, still resting inside of him, and felt him shiver.  "Did I not manage you well enough, Mr. Vice President?"

Jimin nipped my ear lobe.  "Hands to yourself, Mr. President, or people will think I'm sleeping my way to the top."

I leaned back in my leather chair, hearing it creak under the weight of myself and Jimin seated in my lap.  Our suits were half torn from our bodies, ties askew and jackets tossed haphazardly on the heavy, wooden desk behind Jimin.  We'd barely managed to get anything off our bodies when Jimin had brought me the quarterly reports for review.  Something about Jimin always drove me absolutely wild.

"I'm fairly certain they'll figure out that you're sleeping with your boss if they find out we got married," I pointed out.

"If?"  He slid off me and out of my lap as he smirked and tugged up his once pristine dress pants.  "Are you not planning on telling anyone?"

I shook my head.  "Figured I'd leave that to you, kitten."

His lips parted in surprise, eyes widening.  "Kitten?  Bringing back an old fan favorite, huh?"

"Yes, well you told me once that you were my little calico cat.  Did you think I forgot already?"

Jimin chuckled as he readjusted his navy blue tie over his now-buttoned up pastel yellow dress shirt.  Ever since I'd mentioned my favorite color was yellow, he'd worn something yellow every day.  Every day for seven years.  He shrugged with a coy smile.  "That was years ago, Jungkookie."

I tapped my chin pensively, seemingly deep in thought.  "Oh, was it?  Feels like just yesterday to me.  Hmm.  But then again, every day with you feels like a dream, so how could I be sure?"

Jimin blushed and slapped my chest.  He loved to do that.  "Shut up, you flirt."

My hand fluttered to my chest and I faked an overly exaggerated gasp.  "I would never!  First of all, how dare you," I tugged him by his waist until he collided against my body.  "Secondly, if you keep being that cute I'm going to have to ask you to satisfy me again."

He chuckled, but I could see his shy smile and blush.  "You're insatiable."

"Have you seen my husband?"

"I have and I can't blame you," He laughed with confidence.  "If only my husband were as good looking as yours."

"The nerve!  Isn't your husband the President of the largest music company on the East Asian seaboard?  Isn't he the most sought after bachelor in South Korea and no one can seem to figure out why he hasn't dated anyone in almost a decade?  Wasn't he just recently named South Korea's sexiest man alive?"

Jimin pursed his plump lips, leaning back against my desk.  "Mmmm, all those things may be true, but your husband is the real boss."

"Is that so?  Mmm, you're likely right about that," I conceded, knowing damned well I'd give Jimin anything he ever asked for.

He nodded his head, smug smile plastered across his pretty face as he plucked his glasses from the floor where they'd landed and placed them back on his button nose.  "So...as I was saying.  Are you not planning on telling anyone?  Or will I have to make it an order from your superior?"

I chuckled, caging him in against my desk.  "Well...you're the boss."

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(616 words)

A/N: A super short one because I had the idea, but no real story behind it.  Oh well.  Maybe I'll have more for it later.  If not, I hope you like this little mini oneshot!