Jikook ao3

jealousy; an aphrodisiac

By: kmindove
Summary:
not even a house full of people drunk and stumbling can stop a jealous jeongguk from fucking his claim into jimin.
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"That's not how you act with 'just friends', Jimin." Jeongguk takes the open seat next to the younger, right hand naturally falling to lay a possessive grip on the fat of Jimin's thigh.

Jimin blinks out of his staring contest with the chip on the wall and looks over at Jeongguk, mind blanking when he sees the scowl on his face.

"Hm?" He makes a small, questioning sound.

"Kim Taehyung." Jeongguk near grits out the name. "You sure he knows you're not fucking available?" His hand slides up Jimin's thigh, under the hem of his skirt, squeezing the skin there hard enough to bruise.

Jimin frowns, "He's dating someone."

"Does he think that someone is you?" Jeongguk scoffs, lifting Jimin's thigh onto his own, taking quiet pleasure in the way it makes Jimin curl into his side, hugging his arm.

Jimin's leg twitches, an unconscious attempt to get out of Jeongguk's punishing grip.

"He's touchy, not delusional." He defends, muffled into Jeongguk's shoulder. He turns his head a little, resting his cheek on Jeongguk's shoulder now and dropping a hand in his lap to subtly tug his skirt back down from where Jeongguk's hand had made it ride up.

"I don't let my friends," Jeongguk stresses the word, "squeeze my ass when they hug me."

Jimin doesn't say the joking 'that's because you don't have an ass' that's on the tip of his tongue, knowing it's probably not something Jeongguk is in the mood to laugh off right now.

"He doesn't mean anything by it." Is what he settles for instead, voice a little shaky, already anticipating the result of Jeongguk's obvious jealousy.

It's been a while since they've done anything particularly daring in public- even longer since it's been in the presence of people they actually know.

Sliding his hand even further up Jimin's thigh, Jeongguk hooks his pointer finger under the waistline of Jimin's panties, pulling it away and then letting it go to listen to the dull sound of it snapping back to Jimin's skin, swallowing down an amused little laugh when he feels the way it makes Jimin flinch, hears the way it makes him huff cutely, silently whining.

"What about when I do it, huh?" Jeongguk turns his head, jerking his shoulder so Jimin lifts his head to look at him. "When I worship my Baby's pretty little ass, marking it up with hickies he begs and cries for, does that mean nothing, too?"

"My ass 's not little." Jimin murmurs, pouting.

"You're a fucking brat." Jeongguk smiles, words coming out through an endeared laugh. He leans forward, capturing Jimin's lips in a searing kiss, "On my lap, Pretty."

With a desperate, needy sound, Jimin clambers into Jeongguk's lap, thighs bracketing Jeongguk's, and hurriedly reconnects their lips.

Jeongguk's arms wrap around Jimin's waist, holding him close as he hungrily tongues away the lingering taste of alcohol in Jimin's mouth

"I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now." Jeongguk mouths his way down Jimin's chin, sucking harshly at his throat, cock beginning to tent his pants as an image of Jimin covered in hickies surfaces in his mind.

Jimin's eyes drift shut, breath becoming shallow as he tilts his head to give Jeongguk more access, the loud music echoing in the house fading away into white noise.

Not even the threat of being caught with Jeongguk's cock in his pretty pussy is enough to scare him into stopping this before they go beyond a point of no return.