Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Leather and Lace

"Jimin.  What did I say?  Are you going to be good, or am I going to have to punish you?"

Jimin tugged at the black lace hugging his chest, fingertips grazing over the letters of his Nevermind tattoo.  "I'll do what I want.  And maybe I like to be punished for it," he grinned with a challenge.

A leather whip snapped lightly against his bared thighs.  "This isn't how this is supposed to work, Jimin, and you know that.  You're the least submissive sub ever."

Hot breath puffed at Jimin's ear.  "Luckily for you, I like a challenge.  Its much more satisfying if I have to work for it.  Go on, Jimin.  You know what I like.  Take over, but don't forget who's really in charge here."

Jimin shivered and rolled on top of the leather clad man, reaching for a Dior black, silk tie as he moved.  The man instinctively pushed his wrists together and lifted them to the headboard.  It simultaneously made Jimin feel very powerful and very like he was just doing as he was told.  He liked that feeling.  The contradiction.  The illusion that for this moment he had the power, but knowing it could easily be taken back from him at any moment.  Like it was some sort of gift.

Of course, in their day-to-day lives, the couple very much knew that Jimin was almost exclusively in charge.  But here...behind the closed door of their bedroom...with the shades drawn and leather and lace cinched to their bodies...Jimin was the sub.  And Jimin very much liked being the sub.

The man grunted as Jimin tightened the tie around his wrists as hard as he could without cutting off all circulation.  As he peeled the layers of leather off his partner, Jimin recalled a time they'd shot a music video and he'd teased his lover in hushed tones about whether he liked running with his wrists tied.  He'd giggled and said yes, of course, because he really, really did.  They'd been getting bolder lately, to the point that he'd even worn a Ring of O on his right hand.  A not-so-hidden clue that he was a dom and into BDSM.  Meanwhile, Jimin had made his own bold hints that he was also into BDSM.

Picking up the leather whip his husband had abandoned, Jimin let the leather tassels drift over the carved, now-bare chest under his small hands.  He cracked the whip against that unmarked skin once, twice, earning a hiss and a groan of pain and pleasure as his dom thrust up his leather-clad hips into his lace-covered bottom.

"Jimin.  If you don't give me more, I'm going to take it.  Is that what you want, little one?"

Jimin bit his lip as images of being tied and and spanked and used, filled with cum and coated in sweat filled his filthy thoughts.  For a brief moment, he considered untying the silk tie and letting himself be taken over.  Just a moment.

"Jungkook," he smirked, snapping the whip across his abs, "You're going to shut up if you know what's good for you.  Otherwise, I won't be the only one getting punished."

His lover smirked back up at him with a quirk of his eyebrow.  "Are you trying to be my dom, little one?  Go on then.  Fuck me.  Treat me like your sub."

Jimin gasped.  He was admittedly a power bottom and he loved to be a sub that didn't give in to his dom as easily as most did.  However, it was so rare that Jimin played the role of dom.  Mostly because Jimin enjoyed the way Jungkook made him submit.  He loved that power struggle that they both knew would ultimately end in Jimin's giving in.  Jimin liked to be made to give in.  It was a driving force in his sexual arousal.  But this.  Being the one to do the same to Jungkook.  He wasn't sure how he wanted to play this.

Did he want to be a true dom, being a top and all, or take the route of a dominatrix-style?  Jungkook could see the hesitation all across his face and, being the good dom he was, made the decision easier for him.