Hate With Benefits | Jikook

Chapter Twenty Three • Helpless

I took a longer break than I intended but hey I'm back :') also happy Halloween I guess

CW for this chapter: light smut and underage drinking & smoking.

The minutes run together, the room filled with varying slants of light and shadow, bodies melded together in percale sheets, muddled whispers of pleasure slipping mindlessly.

Their skin burns everywhere they touch; the sway of hips and the gentle trail of lips down his back send Jimin's mind into a blissful daze, the delicate sounds of Jungkook's voice when he reaches deep within him heaven on earth. Sweat trickles from their skin, mixing together each time they close the distance between them.

"Hyung..." Jungkook whispers from above, his hot breath brushing just below his ear.

Heat rushes through him endlessly, only burning hotter and hotter with each breath taken, with each fingertip gracing skin. Jimin shifts to look over his shoulder, meeting the eyes that stare back at him in a similar daze.

"Hyung, hyung," Jungkook's voice echoes with more urgency, his hands gripping tighter around Jimin's waist, fingers digging into skin as though Jimin would just slip away if not for the younger's hold on him. "So good, hyung," he groans, his breath hot on Jimin's skin.

Barely able to keep his eyes open, Jimin reaches blindly for Jungkook's neck, brushing the small hairs at the back, and lifts himself off the sheets just enough to meet Jungkook's lips in a fervid kiss. "That's it, baby," he mutters in a low voice, his hips moving to the rhythm of Jungkook's thrusts. "Doing so good for me..."

His own mind feels like it's slipping away, buzzing from Jungkook's unbridled touch, burning everywhere his fingers brush. A moan slips from his lips, high and mellow. Jimin feels the flush that speckles across his cheeks as Jungkook's hand tangles in his hair and pushes his face down against the mattress, an attempt to keep him quiet. There's a party outside still going, after all, and they would loathe to be caught by any wandering guests.

Jimin tries his hardest to keep quiet and stays buried in the sheets even as Jungkook's hand moves to his hips. He only shifts to turn his face to the side, the fabric soft against his cheek, and uses his hand to cover his mouth instead.

"God, you're–" Jungkook releases a throaty breath against his ear and Jimin feels himself shuddering. "You're amazing, hyung– feel so good, feel so fucking good."

His lips kiss the side of his ear, cold metal brushing against his reddened skin. Jimin's lashes flutter shut to the sensation and he resists a moan when Jungkook trails his lips down the side of his jaw.

Jungkook's panting heavily into his skin, nearly gasping for air as though feeling himself drown. Jimin's entire body burns underneath him, and the flame in his gut only grows as a hand traces along his arm, fingertips grazing gently until he laces them through Jimin's own, grasping tightly.

And it's that little moment, despite everything else they've done the past hour, that sends Jimin's heart into beautiful ecstasy. Seeing Jungkook's hand grasping his tightly even as his palm lies flat on the bed feels somehow more intimate than any kiss or touch they've shared. It's electric, makes everything else burn hotter; the light filtering in through the curtains feels warmer on his skin, like the moon has been replaced by the sun and the night has faded away to give way to a new day. Jimin's mind is floating, soaring through the skies above, and it's the whispered praise of Jungkook's voice that brings him back down.

"Jungkookie..." He pleads, tone breathless as his thighs begin to tremble and strain from their position. He rocks his hips down against the sheets almost desperately, seeking release as heat pools in his stomach. A groan slips from him as Jungkook's thrusts jerk him forward, aiding him in his chase and dragging deliciously against his walls. Jimin's hole squeezes around the thick length, his whole body tensing the closer he gets to his orgasm.