Just One More - deleted sexual tension scene after the kiss in chapter 7 (Patreon)

After the kiss, Jungkook gets nervous times ten whenever he’s around him.

It’s endearing.

Jimin enjoys it a little too much. Even though it makes him nervous too, different nervous. Years ago, when he first started crushing on Jungkook, he was more obvious, always around him, always needing to touch, needing his attention.

Now he’s a little shy too. When Jungkook calls him he doesn’t know how to act, blushes a little, giggles sometimes even.

Jungkook makes sure to join him in the bed very late, always hopes Jimin is already asleep, and then leaves in the morning, too early for Jimin to wake up.

It’s funny because they see each other anyway, on set, for photoshoots, in the gym, in the studio, in the dance studio. Always, they always see each other, even when Jungkook tries to avoid him.

It’s not the type of avoiding that Jimin hates. It’s just.. Jungkook seems nervous around him, nervous and awkward and.. like he has a crush.

A crush he doesn’t know how to deal with.

Jimin doesn’t blame him, because he also doesn’t know how to act.

After all the years of knowing Jungkook never felt the same, it’s quite miraculous that Jungkook now is crushing on him. It’s an accomplishment he never thought he could unlock, and now he’s not sure how to deal with it.

There’s just so much stuff.. so much stuff they don’t talk about.

Their feelings, the fact that they’re idols and so by contract are forbidden to date or fool around with each other, the fact that they’ve had sex.. twice. That last kiss.

They haven’t talked about any of that.

It’s time to at least.. open up about a few of those things. Jimin doesn’t mind tiptoeing around the obvious. He doesn’t mind not saying that he’s absolutely head over heels in love with Jungkook. And he really doesn’t want to push Jungkook about it.

For him it’s new, it’s just a crush, it’s nothing like all those years of pining. So Jimin won’t ask him about his feelings just yet.

Instead he asks Jungkook one night, when they’re both lying in bed:

“Do you ever think about it?”

He doesn’t specify, he doesn’t need to.

Jungkook is already blushing, already dropping his game controller and snapping his head towards him to see if Jimin really just asked.

And then Jungkook does what he loves doing.

Pretending.

“About- about what?”

Oh as if he doesn’t know. Jeon Jungkook, so sweet so pure.

His nervousness betrays him. if it wasn’t that, it would be the way he swallows and looks at Jimin’s lips for a fraction of a second.

Jimin just looks.

He looks until Jungkook’s face turns completely red, looks at him until he’s averting his eyes and fumbling his hands nervously. Looks at him until he gives up the act.

“Y-yeah. Sometimes. Why?”

Why. Always the why. Always why and then the: do you?

“Do you?”

There it is.

Jimin bites back a smile, looks into Jungkook’s big brown eyes.

“Of course I do.”

He says softly, looking at the arm length’s distance they’re keeping from each other. They’ve been keeping that same distance for months now. Apart from that one kiss.

It’s getting harder.

Jimin wants to be closer again.

“Last time.. you said you want me all the time.”

Maybe that’s too much.

Jungkook seems frozen in place, holding his breath.

One of them has to though, one of them has to open this conversation.

“And I thought.. cause you made me promise to sleep in your bed..”

He averts his eyes this time, letting that sentence take Jungkook where he wants it to take him. He’s not sure what he’s trying to achieve. He only knows that not talking hasn’t worked this far.

So maybe this will at least evoke some sort of reaction. Maybe this will water those planted seeds.

“I-I.. Just- The- when- when we had- I said that- because- because-“

Jungkook stutters, not getting anywhere with it. Jimin pretends he doesn’t enjoy making Jungkook all flustered, pretends he’s sorry for asking such an intrusive question, but doesn’t help him out.

“I don’t- I don’t- we can’t. Right? I mean.. the contract.”

“Yeah.”

Jimin nods. The contract.

The holy contract.

“But.. if the contract didn’t say that?”

He asks, pushing Jungkook further, further on that thin rope. He needs to hear it. He wants to hear him say that without the contract he’d have him all the time, anytime he wants.

Jungkook looks at him with wide eyes, curious, afraid. That same look, that same look again. He bites on his lower lip nervously, contemplates his answer.

Then he nods, once, almost doesn’t move his head.

It’s enough to make Jimin’s heart burn.

Jungkook keeps looking at him, curious and scared, like he doesn’t know what the right answer is. Like he doesn’t know what Jimin wants to get out of this.

Jimin leaves it in the middle like that for a second, repeats it in his mind.

If the contract wasn’t there, Jungkook would want him all the time. Physically at least. It’s nothing much. But it’s also.. very nice to know.

“Would.. would you hyung?”

Jungkook asks.

It’s bold. He’s never bold.

Jungkook moves a little closer now, closer, curious. His game is long forgotten, controller lost somewhere in the bed.

Jimin ducks his head down a little to feel safe with the covers around him.

“Would I what?”

He asks, just to tease. Just to make Jungkook a little more bold. He likes it when he’s bold.

“you- you know. Without the contract..”

You know.

Jimin contemplates if he should tease more, make him say more, make him say explicitly what he means, but maybe that’s a bit too mean.

“Yeah.. I’d want to.”

He admits, voice breathy.

Jungkook likes it. Jimin can see it in the glint in his eyes, he gets excited just hearing him say it.

“Yeah?”

Jungkook asks, voice lower now, like it’s their secret. Whatever Jimin tells him is their little secret.

“Mhm.”

He nods.

It sends shivers down his spine, the way Jungkook eyes him hungrily. But he doesn’t move, he never moves. He never reaches out. Always leaves that up to Jimin.

“We broke the rules a few times.”

Jimin whispers, fuelling it. That spark.

We broke the rules. We got away with it. We could do it again.

Jungkook bites on his lower lip as he looks from one eye to the other. So nervous. So curious. So hungry.

“What.. what did you like the most?”

Jungkook asks, like it’s a subject they can break down like a puzzle. his eyes are on Jimin’s lips now, not even having the decency to look into his eyes. Or the willpower.

Jimin absolutely doesn’t mind. Licks them just to see Jungkook’s pupils dilate. Just to have him crawling closer, closer. He wants Jungkook to be completely in trance.

“Mm.. maybe.. when you..”

“When I?”

Jungkook whispers, impatient to hear it, excited to hear it. He looks up just a second, his round eyes have sharp edges now. jimin feels his cheeks taint pink.

“When you.. rimmed me.”

Jungkook presses his lips together in a tight line, hiding whatever expression he was about to make. Jimin sees his eyes lose focus for a second though, just a second. Sees how his chest heaves a little more, how he takes deeper breaths.

“Mm.”

It’s all Jungkook gives, a soft hum, an approving nod of his head. Then he swallows, licks his lips. Thirsty.

Jimin tries not to link it to what he just said, but he can’t help it. Can’t help it because Jungkook’s eyes travel down his body as well, confirms it.

Heat flares up his back as he tries to even his breathing.

“What- what about you?”

He asks, trying to look solely into Jungkook’s eyes.

Jungkook doesn’t hear him it seems, after seconds of silence. Thick silence. He’s just looking at his lips with half-mast eyes, as if he’s kissing him in his thoughts.

“Hm?”

He doesn’t even look up when he hums like that.

Jimin tries not to smirk, tries not to show how good it makes him feel to have this much power over him.

“What did you like the most?”

He asks again, a bit louder this time, making Jungkook blink and look up at him. A blush spreads fast over Jungkook’s cheeks, eyes now anywhere but on Jimin’s face, voice barely audibly when he answers.

“Oh- uhm- I liked.. when you.. when you came on my cock.”

Ah.

Jimin freezes for two seconds, then gives a fast nod. His face burns up as he remembers Jungkook talking dirty to him for the first time. Made him all hot and bothered with just one sentence.

He feels his cock harden against his pyjamas, shifts a little uncomfortably, moves his hand down under the covers to adjust himself.

Jungkook notices, eyes following the movement, then swallows again.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t reach out, he never does. His curious eyes move back up, slightly hazy.

“S been a while..”

Jungkook whispers.

Since that day.

That one day.

That one kiss.

It’s been too long.

Jimin feels his body running hot at the idea of having Jungkook again for a night, just one night. Just one more.

His throat runs dry as he nods.

Touch me.

He hopes Jungkook can read it in his eyes. Can feel it in the warmth that radiates off of him.

He knows he can reach out, lean in, touch him right now and Jungkook would love it, would welcome it, invite it. But he wants Jungkook to be the first, wants him to take the initiative, wants him to break.

But Jungkook only stares at him. Stares at him hungry, stares at him like he’s undressing him in his mind.

They lie in silence.

It stretches until it’s deafening.

And then Jungkook sits up a bit and takes off his shirt. He throws it on the floor, lies back down on his side and looks at him like it’s his turn now. A game of chess.

The covers barely conceal Jungkook’s body, they linger around just above his hips, but the rest is on full display. Beautiful, beautiful muscles for Jimin’s eyes to feast upon. Sleeve tattoo curled around his pretty arm, all the way up to his shoulder.

Dangerous.

When he finally looks back up, Jungkook is waiting for him, dark brown eyes traveling over Jimin’s pyjama shirt disapprovingly.

Off, take it off.

Jimin swallows, then copies Jungkook’s moves, takes off his shirt as well and drops it on the bed. He presses the timer, indicates the end of his turn.

Jungkook sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, shifts closer, but not close enough.

They both don’t say a word, careful not to break whatever moment they’re having right now.

Jimin moves the cover further down, exposing down to his thighs, down where his pyjamas are hanging low around his hips, strategically exposing his v-line.

It’s a power move. Jungkook drinks it up, gets distracted. The timer slowly ticks, ticks, ticks.

There’s slight hesitation in Jungkook’s eyes, but he goes for it anyway. He finally reaches out his hand, albeit carefully, hooks a finger around the waistband of Jimin’s pyjama pants.

Jimin’s entire body anticipates it, burns up hot when he feels Jungkook pulling on his waistband so softly, nudges it twice to indicate he wants them off.

Jungkook’s eyes are dark when he looks into them, eyebrows furrowed a little in frustration as he impatiently hooks another finger into the waistband and tugs harder.

His pyjama pants slide down over his hip a bit further, but they’re stuck on the other side where Jimin is still pressed against the bed.

Jungkook doesn’t say it but he thinks it.

And Jimin can hear it loud and clear.

When he moves to take off his pants, Jungkook unhooks his fingers, keeps them to himself as he watches Jimin undress.

Left in just his boxers, he waits for Jungkook to say something, do something.

But he just brushes his pretty dark hair out of his face and examines Jimin’s body with hazy eyes.

Fuck.

Maybe this isn’t exactly what Jimin tried to accomplish. He’d wanted to open up a conversation, to know what Jungkook wanted from him. If it was more than just physical.

This is the exact opposite. But he doesn’t want it to stop. It’s terrible, so terrible, but he’s selfish and horny.

It’s been so long.

Jungkook looks drunk on all the exposed skin, expressions changing from frustration to admiration to hunger, Jimin can practically hear his thoughts.

Then Jungkook reaches out again, like he’s got no control left. His hand curls around Jimin’s shoulder, burns the skin underneath it.

“Y-you‘re in shape hyung.”

Jungkook breathes out, squeezing the skin greedily under his fingers, moving his hand down instantly to his arm, squeezing into his bicep as well.

So they’re doing this. They’re playing this game.

Jimin plays along, swallows his nerves as he puts his hand on Jungkook’s chest. It dawns on him that he can fucking cup Jungkook’s pec. Heat flares up his body, just feeling Jungkook up like this. He’s so fit.

“Y-yeah you too.”

Yeah. This is peak flirting.

Jungkook hums, probably didn’t even hear him.

It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that Jungkook is touching him, hand going from his arm back to his shoulder, squeezing the skin, going down to his chest, down his abs, to his waist. It’s all greedy, Jungkook’s hands are.

It’s all greedy. Jungkook touches him everywhere like it’s free, gropes him wherever, like it’s all his to take.

Jimin does the same. He scoots closer, makes their bodies slot together, one leg between Jungkook’s, chest against chest.

“Mhm.”

They act like it’s all normal.

Even when Jimin feels his eyes falling closed in bliss, feeling up Jungkook’s strong thigh under his finger tips, squeezing and feeling nothing but hard muscle underneath his pyjama pants. Even when that makes his cock twitch, and Jungkook presses their bodies closer, they act like it’s nothing.

Jungkook’s body runs hot, everywhere Jimin touches he feels his skin burning, licking at his fingers like it wants more, wants him to discover every last bit, burn it down to ashes.

“Mhm- fuck.”

Jungkook leans against him more, so reliant, so touch-starved.

“Take it off.”

Jimin breathes out, tugging at Jungkook’s pants as well.

“Can’t feel your legs properly like this, take it off.”

Excuses.

Jungkook nods frantically, takes off his pants in a rush, groans when it gets stuck around his ankle for too long. Jimin helps him with the last bit, because all seconds are precious. They can’t afford to waste time.

He pulls Jungkook closer again, pulls his strong leg over his hip and presses his thigh against Jungkook’s crotch. It belongs there.

“Mmh.”

He kneads the skin, getting turned on solely because Jungkook is so fucking ripped.

“Can- can you feel it better now?”

Jungkook asks breathily, his hand traveling down Jimin’s back, down, down, on a mission. When Jungkook’s hand cups his ass cheek Jimin bites his lip to suppress a moan.

“Y-yeah.”

He nods, dipping his thumb into Jungkook’s inner thigh. The skin is softer there, feels good. He wants to mark it all up.

“You’ve- you’ve been training these-“

Jungkook squeezes Jimin’s ass cheek in his hand, hard, goes to the other as well and does the same. Jimin feels Jungkook’s deep breaths against his neck, feels his chest heave against his own.

Both their bodies are burning up. Getting sweaty against each other, melting together.

He arches his back, rolls his hips once to feel his cock rub against Jungkook’s hipbone.

“F-fuck.”

Jungkook buries his face into the crook of Jimin’s neck, rubs his cheek over his skin so impatiently, up up up to his jaw, moaning softly right next to his ear.

Jimin shudders.

God fuck.

“I’m so..”

He bites his lip, stops himself from saying it out loud, but Jungkook wants to hear it.

“You’re so what?”

Jungkook’s hand slips under the waistband of Jimin’s boxers, cups his ass cheek again in his big hand now without fabric between them.

It’s too much, too much. Jungkook is pressed against him and leaves no space between them, no air to breathe, no time to think. Jimin just wants him in every way, wants him so bad.

His body can’t keep still, keeps grinding against Jungkook’s hip to chase that friction. He needs it.

“So what, hyung?”

Jungkook asks again, sounding so pretty and breathless, so desperate too. Can’t even hide it, presses his crotch against Jimin’s thigh as well, rolls his hips against him.

“F-fuck.”

Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s inner thigh, feels him up under his fingers and just imagines having him on top, fucking him again.

“I’m so horny- so horny.”

He moans softly, pressing his forehead against Jungkook’s shoulder in shame as he gropes him, his thigh, his hip, his waist. he rides against Jungkook’s hipbone like an animal in heat.

“I- I’ll help you.”

Jungkook whispers, sounding equally turned on as he dips his finger between Jimin’s ass cheeks.

“Lube- need lube- don’t-“

Jimin warns him, grabbing Jungkook’s wrist to stop him from pressing a finger in dry.

Seems like he’s not the only one this desperate.

“Open your mouth.”

Jungkook pants, pressing his fingers against his lips already before Jimin can even process the words.

When he opens his lips, Jungkook slips two fingers in. Just like their first time.

“Suck- suck on them, hyung.”

Jimin moans around Jungkook’s fingers, feels his cheeks heat up just because Jungkook asks him like that, so sweet yet so needy.

Jungkook’s fingers are long, feel so good rubbing down on his tongue, so hot. He sucks them thoroughly, coats them in spit, licks them from the bottom to the top.

“Fuck.”

Jungkook moans, lets his fingers slip out of Jimin’s mouth just to watch the string of spit that’s still attached to Jimin’s lips.

Then he sucks on them himself.

Jimin watches with his jaw dropped slightly, watches Jungkook suck on his own fingers. He’s not even making a show out of it, not even opening his eyes to look at him, he’s just sucking his fingers and yet. It’s so fucking hot.

“Move.. move your fingers a little.”

Jimin whispers, seeing Jungkook’s eyes open the slightest bit to look at him.

When he gets what Jimin is saying his cheeks taint a little pink. So shy. He can ask Jimin to suck on his fingers, order him to open his mouth, but when Jimin asks him to move his fingers it’s suddenly too much.

Jungkook hesitates a little, but then does as told, moves his fingers a little bit, in and out of his pretty mouth.

Jimin watches, cheeks burning hot as if watching something illegal. Jungkook’s lips get all rubbed red from the friction, spit slick and swollen, Jimin imagines them around his cock.

“Good- looks good.”

He whispers breathlessly.

Jungkook seems to gain a little more confidence because of that, looks right into his eyes as he licks over his fingers once. It looks obscene, pretty tattooed fingers against his pink tongue.

Jimin’s hips buck hard against Jungkook, lets him know how bad he needs it.

Jungkook takes his fingers out of his mouth with a pop.

Fuck.

“Suck my cock.”

It leaves his lips gracelessly, he can barely process the thought but it’s already left his mouth, and now it’s out there.

“Hm?”

Jungkook pretends he didn’t hear it just fine, rolls on top of him in one swift motion. He sits on his knees between his legs, pushes one of Jimin’s thighs up by the back, hooks it around his shoulder.

Jimin watches how Jungkook tries to focus, feels how he presses his slicked up fingers against his rim. No teasing, no foreplay, he’s impatient.

“Jungkook-“

He cuts himself off with a whimper, because Jungkook presses two fingers in at the same time, stretching him open. It stings a little bit, no it stings a lot, but it’s good. Jungkook does it carefully. He always does.

“Hurts?”

Jungkook asks, leaning in closer, examining his face with his big brown eyes. Jimin shakes his head, then nods, adjusts a little and tries to relax his body.

“S’good. Don’t move yet.”

He whispers.

Jungkook nods then, crawls down between his legs, takes his cock in his mouth without a warning.

“Oh!”

He really isn’t the only one desperate for this. Jungkook shows him just how much he wants him, shows him just how bad he needs it when he sucks on his cock. It’s sloppy, impatient, like he wants to fuck him already and he’s only doing this to distract him from the pain.

So desperate.

Jimin tangles his hands in his hair, moans softly as he caresses through it.

“Please.. suck me like you sucked your fingers.. please.”

Jungkook looks up then, open mouth hovering above his cock. He seems to calm down a little, seems to understand he needs to take his time.

Jimin watches him, follows how Jungkook licks over the length of his cock slowly while looking at him.

It’s too much.

“Oh fuck.”

It was a terrible mistake telling Jungkook what to do. He looks at him completely obscene-

(Sorry I’m so sorry this is where it stops don’t hate me)