Hate With Benefits | Jikook

Chapter Twenty Five • Leave You Breathless

Happy new year everyone!! (I'm late but who cares)

Not even gonna hide it, this is 8k+ words of just pure, unabashed filth. Literally just Porn Without Plot. So if you're not a smut reader then... I'm sorry? Hehe

And for those who thrive on said filth, look forward to some kinky shit this chapter! We got: top Jungkook and bottom Jimin, Jimin being tied up, exhibitionism (kind of) – they're just really horny in this one okay – both being little brats, more pet names, and some fluff sprinkled in between. Have fun!

That was it. He was done for. Doomed, he was utterly doomed.

Though, in reality, he'd already been doomed from the very start. He realizes as such once those eyes meet his; volatile, brazen eyes that deep within still hold a semblance of fear as he speaks, his words hitting like arrows slicing through air. The intimate look he gives him is the last straw, the remaining string which has held on for as long as it could to that ledge before he snaps it completely, jumping head first into the abyss, embracing red.

Red, as his heart is set ablaze. Red, like the wool cardigan sliding off his shoulder. Red, as the color that seeps into Jimin's cheeks. Red, as he draws back to flick his eyes over the lips he'd so ardently kissed.

"Say that again," Jungkook rushes in a hot breath. His fingertips burn where they touch perfect curves, delighted by the slight shivers that raise across the skin. "Please, hyung."

Jimin fights for words in his daze, eyes raking over Jungkook's expression. He looks a little out of it himself as he stares deeply into Jimin's eyes like he wants to drown in them, like any single word to come out of Jimin's mouth next will gift him wings to soar through the skies.

He swallows, tries to mask his flustered state with a firm grip on Jungkook's shirt. He brings them closer, wanting to be certain Jungkook hears his voice clearly over the sound of their hearts drumming against their rib cages.

"I'm asking you, Jeon Jungkook," he speaks in hushed tones, enunciating each word carefully, painstakingly slow, "if you'd like to go out on a date with me?"

How amusing was it, that they'd fallen into bed together more times than they cared to count, knew how to map out constellations on each other's bodies, and yet–

"You have no idea…" Jungkook's voice falls to a soft breath, slipping into Jimin's neck as he closes his lips over his skin. "...How unbelievably happy you make me."

And yet the flames never flickered, never weakened despite the occasional rain cloud passing over the darkened sky.

Jimin was a pretty shade of pink when he blushed and Jungkook was a weak individual who stood no chance against that face. It was simply the way he stared up at him with so much love, so much warmth. God, Jungkook truly was a goner.

His lips hovering just over Jimin's, he whispers, "Are you certain you want this?"

He feels Jimin give a jerky nod, their noses brushing with the slight motion.

"I meant it when I said I didn't need an immediate answer. You can think about it for as long as you need," Jungkook reiterates, eyes narrowing. "And I'll take 'no' for an answer as well, of course. I don't want you to feel pressured or feel like you need to appease me. Seriously."

Jimin giggles softly into the short distance between them, his eyes fluttering shut. Jungkook surveys his expression with his eyes, taking note of how his eyebrows lift and his cheeks flush red. Jungkook feels the heat that crawls up his neck the moment Jimin holds his face between his small hands, caressing him gently.