Dollmaker || Jikook

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Jimin has guided the Doctor into the dark corridors of the top-most floor of the venue, sweaty palms clasped onto the other's larger one, where heat unfolds. The ravenette watches as the agent pulls a key out from his pocket, walking furiously, impatiently.

"Why do you have a key?" Jungkook doesn't have to put much effort to walk beside the other, having longer legs, eyeing the key with curiosity.

"Last year, I caught the eye of a high-ranking senior downstairs." Jimin's lips tug into a smug smile, some what out of spite, walking slower now that they were in a dimly lit corridor, not a single person in sight. "He handed me this key, and invited me to one of these rooms, after party."

The agent's eyes linger on the plates above each room, looking for the same symbol as was placed in the key, failing to notice Jungkook's dense stare.

"I was so angry that day, I left early, did not even bother to give the key back. Infact I was ready to receive a transfer letter but miraculously—" Jimin's pace slows down as he feels the other's arms snaking onto his waist, and suddenly, his back hits the wall with force, he winces slightly, but his arms instinctively wrap around the other's neck, pulling him closer. "That day never came."

Jungkook noses against the other's neck, humming contently, his hands begin roaming again, up and down the curves of the other's hips.

"I—" Jimin gasps as lips attach to his neck, leaving wet fluttering kisses down his neck to his shoulder, a side exposed, the sheer cloth hanging off. "I brought this key, thinking I'll return it."

Jungkook brings his gaze to meet the other's wet ones, pupils dilated, eyes almost puppy-like.

"Instead I found a way, way better—" The blondes palms slide down to hold the collar of Jungkook's shirt. "Use of it."

Suddenly, the taller is being pushed back with considerable force, eyes never leaving Jimin's as he stumbles backwards, on and on till his back hits the other wall and Jimin's lips come crashing against his own.

They groan into each other's mouth with depraved hunger, Jungkook's hands slide down from the other's waist to his ass, squeezing the flesh, pressing their crotches together.

Jimin's hands eagerly roam up the other's chest, to the nape of his neck, and up to grip onto the other's hair, rolling his hips against the other's as Jungkook slides his tongue into the other's mouth, ravishing the taste of alcohol.

The kiss is eager, sloppy, messy, Jimin's knees wobble and Jungkook eats him whole, teeth nip at his lower lip, leaving him gasping, never letting him take another breathe as he chases his lips once more.

"Mmh—" Jimin makes a noise as they part, almost a cry, he's unbearably hard already.

"Needy." Jungkook mutters in rasps, he spins them around, caging Jimin against the walls now. "So needy for me."

He presses his knee between the other's legs, forcing his thighs apart, and it seemed to be Jimin's last straw because his legs almost give up, grinding his hips against the other's thigh desperately.

Jimin does not understand this, he doesn't want to understand this, understand why he's whining, grinding, moaning over a kiss like a horny teenager. Someone who had never enjoyed sex in his life, already plundered, without even having fucked yet.

All he knows is that Jungkook's touch is burning through him like no other, waves of heat ripple through every inch of his flesh, the coldness in him melting, his body coming alight.

"Room—" He moans, kissing the other's neck. "Room please."

Jungkook moans a little as he takes the key from Jimin before placing a hand on the back of the other's thigh, lips dangerously against his ears.