Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Practice Makes Possessive

Jungkook was never so glad he wore a mask and a hat to cover his face.  If Jimin and the crew of dancers could see his face right now, they would see how utterly livid he was at the choreography he'd begged to see.  Now that he sat against the wall, watching the half a dozen dancers running their hands all over his husband's body, he regretted trying so hard to get Jimin to run through it again.

Maybe it was better though, that he saw it now instead of during a performance where he surely would've made his anxious husband more worried when he inevitably lost control of his jealous temper.  He didn't mean to be like this.  He didn't want to be like this, but he knew he couldn't help himself.  Jimin was just too desirable for him to be entirely comfortable and people were always trying to steal his husband away.

He sat at their home, waiting on Jimin to arrive once he'd left.  Jimin had pleaded with him to stay, but after seeing the dance once, he didn't think he could continue to watch it on repeat.  So he'd denied his lover and went to the gym to work out his resentment.  When he'd gotten back to their apartment, he'd made the decision to remind Jimin who he belonged to.

"Jungkook?  Are you back yet?  I'm home!"

This was what he'd been waiting for.  Jungkook made his way to the door of their apartment, seeing Jimin toeing off his shoes and removing his hoodie in the entryway.  Running the red silk blindfold through his fingers, he placed it around the eyes of his unsuspecting husband.  Jimin flinched, but smiled as Jungkook tied it into place.

"Jungkook?  What are you doing, baby?"

Gritting his teeth just a bit, Jungkook whispered into Jimin's ear, "Reminding you that you're mine."  He took delight in watching Jimin shiver under his hot breath.

Jungkook led him to a dining room chair and took the silk ribbon he'd strategically left on the table to tie Jimin's hands behind the chair back after sitting him down.

"Jungkook?"

He didn't answer.  Instead, he hand his hands over Jimin's body just as the dancers had earlier.  Not-so-subtly reminding Jungkook how pissed he was in the first place.  His fingers worked a bit more hastily after that, undoing the buttons on the shirt he'd worn under his hoodie.  Taking a moment to appreciate his husband's body, Jungkook began running his lips and tongue over his favorite spots.  The Nevermind tattoo.  Each peaked nipple, erect under Jungkook's tongue.  The slight crease of each ab under Jimin's soft skin.  The delicate belly button that tucked itself into his slender stomach.  The v-shape of his Adonis belt. 

Jungkook's fingers curled around Jimin's sweats and boxers until he was sliding them down, helped by Jimin eagerly lifting his rear to assist.  He didn't want to waste time, so when Jimin's now-hard member slapped against his stomach, Jungkook quickly reached for it.  Without warning, tease, or hesitation, Jungkook plunged it to the back of his throat.

Jimin released a strangled cry at the shock of his sudden movements.  "Eager today, aren't we baby?  Did you like my dance that much?" he panted out.

The reminder of his dance choreography had Jungkook growling against Jimin's member before pulling off it with a pop.

"Like it?  Did I like it?  Did I like all those men and women touching my husband?  Running their greedy hands over what's mine?  You looked sexy.  It's good choreography, but no, Jimin.  No, I didn't like it," he hissed out through gritted teeth as he lubed Jimin up.

Jimin chuckled, "Oh, my baby is jealous then.  Go ahead then.  Prove to them who gets to have me.  The only one."

Jungkook made a satisfied noise and straddled Jimin's lap.  Getting a firm grip on Jimin's member, he quickly removed the butt plug he'd inserted in himself earlier and replaced it with Jimin.  They both tossed their heads back slightly and groaned at the feeling of Jimin's full length sinking deep into Jungkook.