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(Top!🐥) You belong to me

Jimin gets jealous and decides to remind Jungkook exactly whom he belongs to.

• Possessive Jimin
• Orgasm denial
• Baby boy Jungkook
• Pain kink

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The afterparty was in full swing, with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filling the lavish hall. Jimin stood by the bar, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Jungkook, his lover, deep in conversation with a tall, dark-haired stranger. Jealousy surged through Jimin's veins as he observed the man's hand resting casually on Jungkook's shoulder, a little too intimately for his liking.

Jungkook, with his innocent doe eyes and seductive lip piercing, seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on the other man, his shy nature making him an easy target for unwanted advances. Jimin's possessive instincts kicked into high gear, and he made his way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving the pair.

As he approached, the stranger leaned in close, whispering something that made Jungkook's cheeks flush a deep crimson. Jimin's blood boiled, and he grabbed Jungkook's arm, his grip firm and demanding. 

"We're leaving," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Jungkook, startled by the sudden interruption, turned to Jimin, his eyes wide with surprise. "Jimin? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft and confused.

Without a word, Jimin dragged him away from the stranger, his fingers entwined tightly with Jungkook's slender ones. The younger man stumbled to keep up, his heart racing as he tried to process Jimin's unexpected behaviour. 

They arrived at the elevator, and Jimin pushed the button, his jaw clenched tightly. The doors slid open, and he pulled Jungkook inside, their bodies pressed close in the confined space.

"Jimin, please tell me what's going on," Jungkook pleaded, his eyes searching for answers in Jimin's stormy gaze.

"You're mine, Jungkook. Don't you ever forget that," Jimin hissed, his breath hot against Jungkook's ear. 

He turned the younger man to face him, his hands gripping Jungkook's shoulders forcefully. "And I don't like it when other men get too friendly with what's mine."

Jungkook's eyes widened at the possessive declaration, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew Jimin's dominant nature, but this raw display of jealousy was new, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

The elevator doors opened, and Jimin pulled Jungkook out, his hand firmly on the small of his back, guiding him down the hallway to their shared apartment. Once inside, Jimin slammed the door shut with his foot, the sound echoing through the spacious living room.

"Jimin, please calm down," Jungkook begged, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean to make you jealous. I was just talking to him."

Jimin's response was swift and brutal. He grabbed Jungkook by the front of his shirt and lifted him off the ground, pressing him against the wall. 

"You're mine, and I'll do whatever I want with you," he snarled, his lips brushing against Jungkook's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Jungkook's breath hitched as Jimin's hand slid down his body, cupping his erection through his pants. "Please, Jimin," he whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

"Oh, you want something, huh?" Jimin purred, his voice dripping with lust. "Well, let's see what I can do for you." 

He unbuckled Jungkook's belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. "You like it when I touch you here, don't you?"

Jungkook moaned, his head falling back against the wall as Jimin's skilled fingers wrapped around his length, stroking him firmly. 

"Fuck, yes," he gasped.

Jimin was ruthless, moving his hand up and down the length of Jungkook's cock, till the tip was glistening with precum.

"I... I'm close," Jungkook whined through gritted teeth.

But Jimin had other plans. He released Jungkook's cock and stepped back, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

"Not so fast, baby. I won't make it easy for you."

Confused and disappointed at being neglected an orgasm, Jungkook watched as Jimin stripped off his clothes, revealing his lean, muscular body. He was shorter than Jungkook, but his strength was undeniable.

With swift movements, Jimin positioned himself behind Jungkook, still fully dressed, and aligned his hard cock with the younger man's untouched entrance.

"Wait, Jimin! Please, I'm not ready," Jungkook pleaded, his voice laced with panic.

Jimin ignored his protests and thrust forward, impaling Jungkook on his length in one swift motion. Jungkook cried out, his body trembling as he struggled to adjust to the sudden invasion.

"You'll take what I give you, when I give it to you," Jimin growled, his hips snapping forward, driving himself deeper with each powerful stroke.

Jungkook's breath came in short gasps as Jimin pounded into him relentlessly, his cock rubbing against his prostate with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

"Please, Jimin, I'm close," Jungkook whimpered, his nails digging into the wall as he tried to find purchase. Jimin's hand shot out, gripping Jungkook's length firmly, preventing his release. "Not yet, baby. I want you to beg for it."

Jungkook's eyes rolled back as Jimin continued to thrust, his cock throbbing painfully. "Please, I need to cum," he pleaded, his voice cracking.

Jimin's grip tightened, edging him closer to the brink before pulling away, denying him the release he craved.

"Not yet, my sweet doll. You'll cum when I say so."

Jungkook's body trembled, his eyes filling with tears as Jimin mercilessly teased him, bringing him to the edge again and again.

"Please, Jimin, I can't take it anymore," he sobbed, his voice hoarse from pleading.

Finally, Jimin relented, his hand moving in a blur as he stroked Jungkook's cock in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. 

"Cum for me now, baby," he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Jungkook's release hit him like a tidal wave, his body shaking as he came with an intensity he'd never experienced before. Jimin's name fell from his lips in a hoarse cry as he spurted hot jets of cum onto the wall, his body going limp.

Jimin's own orgasm hit him as he felt Jungkook's hole clench and spasm around his cock. He thrust a few more times, emptying himself deep inside Jungkook. With a satisfied grunt, he pulled out, his seed leaking from Jungkook's hole.

Breathing heavily, Jimin turned Jungkook to face him, his thumb wiping away the tears on his cheeks. "You're mine, and only mine," he whispered, his voice softening. "Never forget that."

Jungkook, his body still trembling, nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and adoration. "I'm yours, Jimin," he whispered back, leaning in to kiss his possessive lover tenderly.