Just One More - deleted smut scene chapter 11 (after airhockey) (Patreon)

“Oh! Are you guys playing?”

Hoseok busts into the room, way too excited to notice the atmosphere.

Jimin quickly lets go of the striker, and Jungkook clears his throat, leans back.

“We- we just finished. I won.”

Of course he’d say that.

“I won the last round.”

“Still lost.”

Jungkook smirks.

“Oh you’re such an-“

“Okay, I wanna play against Jiminie.”

Hoseok says, pushing Jungkook aside.

Jimin keeps looking at Jungkook for a few seconds, wants him to know the end of that sentence.

”Come on.”

Hoseok says, excitedly tapping the hockey table.

Jimin collects himself, gets ready for another round, tries to hide his boner behind the table.

”Okay, I’m ready.”

———————

The play is heated, and at some point turns into an entire tournament. Jin and Taehyung have joined, narrating and commenting on the play.

there’s even a time-out.

Jungkook makes his way over to him.

“You’re gonna lose if you keep playing like this.”

Annoying.

Jungkook is so fucking annoying. That menacing grin on his lips, the arrogance in his tone.

“You have to bend over more. And keep your hand about here.”

Jungkook repositions him, hand on his lower back, other hand on top of his own on the striker.

Too fucking close. He’s too close.

“Focus here hyung.”

He turns his head, finds Jungkook’s face an inch away from his own. He can’t concentrate. Jungkook says something else but he can’t hear it, only sees that lip piercing. Jungkook grins, plays with it with his tongue and Jimin-

He just bursts.

He grabs Jungkook by his collar, closes the distance. No regard for anyone in the room, he just can’t help himself. He kisses him hard, doesn’t give him a second to breathe, not a second to adjust.

“Hyung-“

Jungkook gasps. Jimin pushes him against the table, closes him in. He licks over his lip-piercing, presses his leg between Jungkook’s against his crotch, pulls on his hair.

”Fuck-“

”It seems player Park Jimin is in no state to play anymore. Leading to the undeniable victory of player Jung Hoseok.”

Jin narrates.

Jimin can’t bring himself to care, thinks that this victory tastes even sweeter. He steals every breath from Jungkook’s lips, can’t think anymore. He just needs him so bad.

“Fuck- Jimin-“

Jungkook pushes him back, but doesn’t break the kiss, just walks him backwards until he hits a door.

Bedroom.

Jimin breaks the kiss, looks at Jungkook with blown pupils. Jungkook looks at him the same way, like he wants to fuck him dizzy.

He hurries to open the door, pulls Jungkook inside. He doesn’t know how fast he can get him out of his clothes, tears off Jungkook’s shirt immediately.

Jungkook does the same to him, then pushes him against the wall, puts his leg between his thighs, runs his hands up his waist.

”Fuck.”

“Losing got you all worked up hyung.”

Jungkook whispers against his lips. Jimin can feel him smirk.

“I didn’t lose.”

He tangles his hand in Jungkook’s hair, pulls on it to hear his breath hitch.

“Of course not.”

Jungkook bites in his lower lip, makes him gasp, body arching off the wall. He ruts against Jungkook’s thigh, wants him to feel how hard he is.

“I think you’re a bit worked up.”

Jungook whispers, licking over Jimin’s lips, hand running down over one of his pecs.

“I touched a striker and had you mounting the air hockey table.”

“You’re mounting my thigh right now.”

Jungkook says, pressing his thigh harder against his cock and Jimin has to hold back a moan.

”Ah? got nothing to say hyung?”

A fucking menace.

”I won.”

”One out of three, means you lost.”

He pulls on Jungkook’s hair hard, exposes his neck and bites it. A low, pretty moan falls from Jungkook’s lips, makes his body run hot.

“I won the last game.”

He whispers against Jungkook’s ear.

”Ended on a high note, didn’t you?”

Jungkook mocks him, hands sliding down to Jimin’s pants, opening the button and zipper.

Fuck.

He bites on his lower lip, lets Jungkook slide his hand beneath his boxers and curl around his cock.

”Ah.”

Jungkook moves his hand slowly, and Jimin’s already on edge. He leans his head back against the wall, panting as Jungkook jerks him off.

But it’s not enough.

He’s had all of him before.

This is not enough.

He tries to push Jungkook down, pull him by his hair, but Jungkook doesn’t budge, enjoys to see him struggle.

”What do you want?”

Like he doesn’t know.

”Suck my cock.”

Graceless.

He looks at Jungkook’s pretty lips, gets stuck at that lip piercing, imagines what it would feel like around his cock.

“God fuck. Blow me.”

”Say you lost.”

Jungkook’s eyes twinkle when he looks into them and Jimin groans because he’s such an asshole.

“I lost- I fucking lost. Blow me.”

He pushes Jungkook backwards, until the back of his knees hit the bed and he’s forced to sit down in front of him.

What a pretty sight.

He grabs Jungkook’s jaw, tilts his head up. He’s met by that boyish smirk, pretty piercing glowing in the dim lights.

“You’re such a sore loser hyung.”

”Yes I am.”

Jimin feels a little lightheaded when he takes his cock out of his boxers, pulls Jungkook closer by his hair. His eyes are fixated on his lip piercing.

Jungkook runs his tongue over it, does it on purpose.

“Fuck- you’re so hot.”

Jimin breathes out.

“Yeah? Liking my piercings?”

Jungkook whispers against his cock, rubs his lips over it. Jimin gasps when feels the metal ball run over the head, tightens his grip on Jungkook’s hair.

”Fuck yes.”

”You can’t keep your eyes off them.”

Jungkook whispers, pleased.

“Is that why you got them?”

He tries to push his cock into Jungkook’s mouth but he won’t open up. It feels so fucking illegal. Even after having had sex thrice, he can’t fathom it.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Jungkook asks, eyes already closed in anticipation.

Is he always this bold? Or is it because he’s drunk?

Jimin feels blood rush up to his cheeks when he finally manages to push his cock past Jungkook’s lips, body reeling when he feels the piercing slide against his shaft.

“I-I’d like that.”

Fuck. Seeing Jungkook with his cock in his mouth is all kinds of wrong. And all kinds of hot. He’s felt it, but he hasn’t actually seen what it looks like and it’s so..

“So pretty..”

He whispers, thrusting slowly into his mouth.

Jungkook moans softly, pretty eyebrows furrowing. He always looks a little mad when something tastes good.

Wrong, that’s such a wrong thought.

Jimin blushes profusely as he keeps thrusting into his mouth, building a pace, trying not to think such things.

”T-taste good?”

”Mmh.”

Jungkook nods around his cock, takes him deeper. Jimin holds his hair tightly, watches his cock disappear into Jungkook’s mouth a bit faster each time.

“Fuck..”

He throws his head back, runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and listens to the soft moans and pants, focuses on that feeling of pleasure building up in his gut.

Jungkook pops his lips off then, runs them over the side of his shaft so he feels his piercing along the length.

”Fuck- so good.”

“Maybe I should get a tongue piercing too..”

Jungkook muses, pressing kisses up to the head of his cock.

Unreal.

Jimin believes he might wake up from this fever dream soon, but the way Jungkook looks up at him is all too confronting. The number of times he imagined this is unparalleled.

Though Jungkook would look a little more teary-eyed in those fantasies..

No. Not the time to think about that.

”I think I wanna-“

Jungkook doesn’t finish his sentence, just stands up and undoes the button and zipper of his pants as well, not even bothering to push them all the way down when he takes his cock out.

“Wanna what?”

“Come closer hyung.”

Jimin is already pretty close, but he complies, steps as close as physically possible. Jungkook spits in his hand, touches his own cock first, lubes it up until it’s just as wet as his.

It’s bad how much he loves just watching Jungkook touch himself. Just the way he flicks his wrist, just watching the pretty pink head of his cock get rubbed all sensitive. It’s hypnotising.

Jungkook moves a little closer then, drags his shaft along his own, then wraps his big hand around the both of them.

“This okay?”

”Mmh.”

He nods. keeps watching, bites on his lower lip when Jungkook touches both of them at the same time. Their cocks squeeze together in his hand, heads rubbing against each other. It’s slick, warm, just right.

“Fuck.. looks so good.”

Jungkook moans.

It’s illegal. Illegal to know what Jungkook likes, it just feels.. like he’s secretly listening in.

Jimin’s ears burn up as he tries to just focus on the feeling. Not on Jungkook, who likes frotting. Even though they’ve done it before, watching their cocks rub all over each other is just.. obscene.

“Jimin-ah..”

”Mmh?”

He tears his eyes away just to see Jungkook holding his hand by his mouth.

“Spit.”

Fuck. He really shouldn’t be surprised by it. He knows Jungkook likes it dirty, established that already, accepted it. But fuck.

He spits in his hand, watches how Jungkook uses it to lube both of their cocks up more, making it even more slick. He sets a fucking killer pace, way faster than Jimin usually strokes himself.

“Stop- fuck- slow down.”

“Why?”

His cheeks burn up when Jungkook looks at him like that, so curious.

”Don’t- ah- I don’t wanna come so fast.”

“Ah..”

Jungkook grins at him, doesn’t change the pace at all, twists his wrist so good around his cock.

”I’ll show you what it’s like to keep going..”

”Fuck- I don’t- fuck.”

He can’t control the moans slipping from his lips, looks down again just to see Jungkook’s pretty, big cock sliding against his own in his slicked up hand.

”You’re so wet hyung.. look.”

Jungkook rubs his thumb over the head of his cock, then lifts it to show the string of spit and precum attached to it.

”Fuck- Jungkook-ah.”

(Again I’m so sorry it ends here I am the fucking devil)