🔞 NSFW Deleted Scene Sunday - Straight Until Proven Gay beach arc and final (mostly smut)

Deleted scene chapter 18: Jimin and Jungkook talk while Swimming“Is- is this your first trip?”

He asks.

Jimin looks at him.

“Ever?”

“Yeah?”

“No, I‘ve went, before my mom got sick.” 

“Weren’t you pretty young then?”

He remembers something about Jimin’s mom being ill for a long time. 

“Yeah, I think I was 12? I don’t remember that much of the trip, except that I liked a boy there.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know why he feels jealous about that, but the very distinguishable feeling in his gut tells him as much. 

“At that age?”

“Yeah, it was my first love.” Jimin smiles, though the corner of his mouth pulls down. “Told my parents quite proudly.”

Jeongguk already feels his stomach twist.

“Is that when your mother..?”

“No, she first tried to.. uh.. heal me, I guess.”

They’ve stopped swimming, Jeongguk only notices when he has to find the ground with his feet, water-level up to his shoulders. 

Jimin moves around in the water, doesn’t look at him.

“Heal you?”

“Yeah. Took me to church, invited girls in my class over to our house, gave me all these books about biology, how only man and women are made for each other and stuff.”

Wow.. 

He’s not even sure what to say, though in some sense he can relate what it’s like to be forced to be someone he’s not. Got quite a similar mother actually, now that he thinks about it. 

“How did you.. break away from that?”

He moves around in the water as well, feels as though it might make Jimin feel a bit more at ease, to not focus all his attention on him. 

“After a few years I met Dae-hyun in bible school, if you remember that guy..”

Ah, that asshole from the night out.

“I remember.”

Should have hit him when he had the chance.

Jimin looks at him, snorts softly.

“Yeah, well, as bad as I hate him now, he pulled me away from her. He took me to parties when I was like 16, we did everything god forbid..” 

“Like what?”

“Just alcohol, drugs, sex.”

“Drugs?”

Jimin nods, looks away like he doesn’t really want to talk about it. 

“Yeah, I’ve tried some then.”

Jeongguk can’t comprehend it, he always had a certain image of guys using drugs, and Jimin never struck him as the type.

“Damn.. you were really young..”

“Yeah, I know, not very proud of it.. but I was naive, I wanted Dae-hyun to think I was cool, and I wanted to hurt my mom.”

Jimin says, splashing some of the water.

It’s quite.. sad. 

He looks at Jimin’s side profile, wonders what he even looked like back then. Can’t imagine him being so eager to show that he’s cool to some guy. The Jimin he knows doesn’t seem to need any type of validation.

“But yeah, he’s essentially why I finally broke away from her, even though it wasn’t the best way to rearrange my life.”

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk nods, he’s not one to talk, he hasn’t really rearranged his life that much yet, hasn’t even stood up to his mom..

“What about you? First trip?”

Jimin asks then, probably to divert the attention. 

Jeongguk shakes his head.

“No, last time was also with my family, long ago.”

“You and your parents?”

“Yeah. And brother.”

“Oh right, I completely forgot you had one.”

Jeongguk would have laughed, if it wasn’t also a bit painful. 

They haven’t talked in years.

“Yeah, me too sometimes. He ran away from home.”

Jimin looks at him, from one eye to the other.

“Why? Your mother?”

“Yeah..” he nods, the black folder haunting him in his mind. “He just didn’t want the life she laid out for him.”

“Mmh..” Jimin nods slowly. “Guess you can’t blame him.”

That’s the annoying part, really. 

“Guess I can’t..”

He repeats, averting his gaze.

“But you do, don’t you?”

ah, somehow Jimin can always tell.. 

He sighs.

“I mean, it happened all at once. My dad died when I was like 13, my brother left the week after, and then my mom only had me, so.. even though I get that he left..”

“You had no choice but to become everything your mom wanted..”

Jimin fills it in.

He nods slowly, lets the water run through his fingers.

“Yeah, you know the rest.”

Ever since he met Jimin his whole life has changed.

“Not really..” Jimin says, something about his eyes soften, or maybe it’s just the lighting. “Think you still have to fill me in on the latest chapters.”

His heart skips a beat, and he quickly looks at the sun instead, hopes the brightness will impact his eyesight because looking at Jimin is not helping him at all. 

“You- you’re one to talk. I barely know anything about you.”

Jimin chuckles.

“Well, maybe you should ask.”why it was deleted: I wanted to keep the tension high in this chapter since they were going to sleep in the same tent, and I felt like this conversation was softening that a little bit. Also, they hadn't really worked everything out between them at this point, jimin is still under the impression jeongguk just wants sex, and also at this point jeongguk hasn't apologised for lying about him calling jimin beautiful during the threesome, so it felt like this talk was too 'sweet' almost. Though I did like that they were opening up, so eventually I did use this talk between them later on

Deleted scene chapter 18: Tent smut 🔞

This really is bad, he’s so turned on he can barely think. 

Jimin moans softly, going from one to the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth without any warning, drawing little circles around it with his tongue. 

Jeongguk feels his entire body tremble, so wired on pleasure even though they’ve barely done anything. But he needs even more. Doesn’t dare to ask for it, but he..

God..

He wants to fuck tonight.

Heat rushes up to his cheeks, and he hides his face behind his arm because it’s somewhat embarrassing that he’s only now realising how incredibly bad he wants this.

But deep down, when he saw the tent arrangements, he secretly hoped this would happen. Which might be even worse.

They haven’t talked about a single thing, he hasn’t even apologised, and yet all he can think about is fucking until the sun comes up. 

When Jimin pops his lips off, he whimpers at the loss of heat, but then his arm gets removed from his face and Jimin’s spit-slick lips press against his own for another kiss.

It’s wet, a mix of saliva and sweat when he licks into Jimin’s mouth, the heat is making his body damp, sticking to the covers underneath him. Even when he grabs the back of Jimin’s thigh his hand slides along his skin, so hot and sweaty; but he doesn’t want to stop.

He presses their bodies closer despite the heat, and Jimin pulls him closer by the back of his neck, no intention of parting. 

But it’s not enough, even though it’s too much it’s not enough at the same time, and he needs to- he needs to be closer

“What do you want?”

Jimin pants.

Jeongguk burns up, breathes in the air Jimin breathes out. 

He doesn’t dare to say it. 

Sweat drips down from his temple, and he just looks at Jimin, from one eye to the other, at complete mercy. 

“You.”

Something shifts in Jimin’s gaze.

“Yeah? All the way?”

His brain short-circuits, an overwhelming sense of need drives him to nod frantically.

“Yeah- fuck, all the way.” He finds Jimin’s eyes in the dark. “I wanna have everything.”

It’s too dark to tell, but he thinks Jimin’s cheeks look a little redder than before. 

But then Jimin leans closer, nudges his nose with his own.

“Can you handle it?”

A shiver runs down his spine, and he swallows, throat still dry.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Jimin whispers. “cause you’re not getting any sleep tonight.”

Oh fuck.

His dick twitches, doesn’t think he’s ready at all, but Jimin pushes him on his back, crawls on top of him slowly. One of his smooth legs slides between his thighs, his blonde hair tickles against his cheek when he aligns his lips with his ear.

“I want to fuck all night.” Jimin breathes out, bites gently in his earlobe. “until we’re all wet and sticky.”

Jeongguk bites back a moan, feels his cheeks glow because he can’t believe they’re actually gonna fuck. Doesn’t think he’s ever felt his body shake with anticipation like this before. He slowly wraps his arm around Jimin’s lower back, to keep him close.

“You like it sticky, hm?”

“Mmh.” 

He nods, a little ashamed. 

Jimin moves his thigh a little, it brushes against his length. 

“Don’t mind if I use spit, do you?”

He shakes his head, soft whimper falling from his lips as that soft, thick thigh presses snugly against his cock.

“If you can’t handle it just tell me, because I’m not gonna hold back.”

“Mmh.”

He nods again, feels a little pathetic for already going nonverbal but it’s just- fuck. 

Jimin’s thigh- it’s.. fuck, he’s rubbing it against him.

His breath hitches, and he doesn’t dare to look down. 

Jimin quirks a brow.

“Getting ideas?”

Oh fuck.. 

He can’t just- he can’t just start fucking Jimin’s thigh. 

His body, however, is begging him to. His hips buck ever so slightly, dragging his cock over that smooth skin. A guttural moan falls from his lips, and he has to bite his lower lip not to fucking lose it.

Jimin chuckles softly, caresses through his hair.

“Feels so smooth, hm?”

“Mmh.”

He nods, testing it out a little more, rutting against that thick thigh slowly, soft gasp leaving his lips as Jimin lets him.

“Bet you want to hump it really bad..”

The tone of Jimin’s voice sends shivers down his spine, and he moans again, let’s his hand slide down from Jimin’s back to his ass, to the back of his thigh, putting pressure on it so he has more friction as he grinds against it.

“Shaved them just for you..”

Jeongguk’s eyes roll back at the confession, and he grabs a handful of the back of Jimin’s thigh, tries to clamp Jimin’s leg between his own, but Jimin moves it away last second.

“Ah-ah, gotta earn it, fuckpuppy.”

Jeongguk’s eyes snap open at the nickname, rush of heat running down his spine, shame licking at his face at the same time. 

Jimin just grins at him, eyes tainted a shade darker.

“Wanna try some things first, before you come all over me in three seconds.”

Jeongguk can’t even respond, because Jimin rolls off of him, grabs his hip, and pulls him closer until their lower bodies press together. When he looks down he sees a familiar sight; something he’s watched on pornhub many times.

“F-fuck..”

He curses, body jolting as their cocks brush against each other. Even though it’s embarrassing to admit, Jimin’s dick is so fucking pretty; so thick and the head is that pretty shade of soft pink. He holds his breath as he sees how Jimin bucks his hips, dragging his cock against his own. 

It’s so hot he can barely breathe, in the temperature of this tent, their bodies slide together so easily, and it looks so fucking obscene.

He bites his lip, grabs Jimin’s ass in his hand to pull him even closer, so their cocks slide together between their stomachs.

“Ngh- fuck Jeon..”

Jimin pants, bucking his hips up even harder, losing his composure just a bit. 

It’s so fucking hot; Jeongguk can barely choose where to look, because Jimin’s flushed face is one of the world’s wonders, but their dicks rubbing together is a sight that just hypnotises him.

Especially when it gets a little more wet; a bead of precum appears on the head of Jimin’s cock, and Jeongguk ruts against it until it’s smeared all over his own length. 

Fuck, he needs more stimulation. So he spits in his hand, and brings it down to curl around the both of them, can’t close his fist entirely but it’s good enough. 

He starts jerking them off simultaneously, mouth hanging open as he watches the heads brush against each other in his fist, moans slipping out without filter. 

“Done this before?”

Jimin asks breathily, making Jeongguk look up at him, a little caught.

It’s as if Jimin can read his mind by just looking at his face, he looks from one eye to the other, and then a knowing smirk appears on his plump lips.

“Oh, you watch gay porn?”

Fuck.

He averts his gaze, even though he already knows Jimin won’t let it go.

“Mmh.. what do you watch? leg humping?”

Jimin pants, that stupid smirk still on his lips.

“None of your business.”

He rubs his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock just to shut him up, but the whimper that leaves Jimin’s lips just makes him shudder instead. 

“Crotch sniffing?”

Blood rushes up to his cheeks, but Jimin is relentless, pulls him closer by his hair.

“Fucking my best friend’s boyfriend?”

“Jimin- that’s-“

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want to fuck me back then.”

Shame and guilt spread through his veins, because it’s true. And Jimin knows it, he can tell, he could tell even before.

He just bites his lower lip, doesn’t give Jimin the satisfaction of an answer, pretends he can’t see that complacent little smile on Jimin’s lips in his peripheral.

Demon.

“Wanna know what I watch?”

Jimin asks.

He has the feeling he’s gonna hear it whether he likes it or not.

But Jimin doesn’t say anything, he just brings his hand down between their bodies. Jeongguk follows the motion, watches Jimin’s small hand wrap around his own, controlling the pace, picking it up slightly.

“Ngh.”

Jeongguk whimpers, can’t really take a fast pace like this, makes heat accumulate in his gut. 

Jimin’s cock twitches in his hand, and he feels something a little wet and sticky on his fingers. He looks down, sees that pearly white substance, leaking from Jimin’s cock.

Fuck..

“Wanna taste?”

He looks up through his lashes, cheeks burning up because truth is, he does. It’s been too fucking long. 

Jimin looks into both his eyes, small smirk pulling on his lips.

“You don’t like it when I ask, hm?”

He gnaws on the inside of his cheek, doesn’t dare to answer, it’s embarrassing. 

Jimin just chuckles softly, grabs his wrist and brings his hand up, shoves it closer to his face.

“Lick it.”

That shift in Jimin’s tone, from light to something darker never fails to make him shudder. 

He looks at that trail of precum on his hand, glistening in the dim moonlight, and when he breathes in there’s that scent. Fucking unmistakable, that musky scent that he hasn’t smelled since that one day in the locker rooms. 

He gasps, knows he’s supposed to lick it, but he breathes in deeper, it makes his mouth water. 

“Fuck.. missed it that much Jeon?”

“Mmh.”

He can’t even talk properly, needs to drown in that scent. He licks over his hand, traces the entire trail, over his wrist, up to his thumb. 

When he opens his eyes, Jimin is looking at him like he wants to eat him alive.

“Want more?”

As if that’s a fucking question.

He brings his hand back down, takes just Jimin’s cock in his hand this time. Even though he still doesn’t know exactly how to get another guy off, it does spur him on when Jimin’s eyes lose focus when he touches him.

He rubs little circles over the head, until he feels more precum dribble from the slit, wants to lick it clean but Jimin grabs his wrist mid-way.

“It’s good lube, too.”

Oh.

Oh.

It’s like thunder strikes, his whole body going ablaze as his eyes run rapidly over Jimin’s body. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Jimin pants softly, hooks his leg around his hip, creating a perfect opening. “It’s nice and sticky.”

“O-oh.”

He nods, heartbeat in his throat, never done this before but he wants it so bad. He curls his arm around Jimin, slides his hand down over his ass, slowly slips his fingers between his cheeks.

Jimin wasn’t lying. 

It feels so fucking smooth, when he presses his finger against Jimin’s rim. A soft moan slips from his lips, heat spreads over his face.

“It’s so soft..”

“Mmh.” Jimin nods, curls his arm around his neck, pulls him closer. “Even softer inside.”

Jeongguk curses under his breath, doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing but he wants it. He wants this. So he pushes his finger past Jimin’s rim, holds his breath when he feels that warmth enveloping him slowly.

His mouth waters, arousal licks down his spine as he fills Jimin up to the knuckle. 

Jimin pants against his shoulder, and when Jeongguk takes a look at him he feels something other than arousal, jumping around wildly in his chest. 

“Is- is this good?”

“Yeah- fuck, just, your hands are rough.”

Jimin looks at him, cheeks tainted red.

God he’s pretty.

He swallows, tries to move his finger slowly, but Jimin reaches down to hold his wrist.

“Go slow, don’t push it in and out.”why it was deleted: I wrote and rewrote the tent scene so many times since this was the first scene I had in mind before I started writing SUPG, so I kept being dissatisfied with it because they hadn't worked out their feelings quite how I wanted. Since they always get really vulnerable with each other during sex, I was afraid they'd end up confessing before working out their misunderstandings, and I didn't want them to have their first time with Jimin believing all Jeongguk wanted from him was sex. Yet somehow, the scene kept building up to them having their first time and for some reason I just couldn't change it. This scene is not bad in that sense, and I used parts of it again in the real scene, but at some point it was driving me mad so I kept deleting scenes and adding scenes again, that's why all these deleted smut scenes are similar yet a little different

Deleted scene chapter 18: More Tent Smut🔞

“Mmh.. what do you watch? leg humping?”

Jimin pants, that stupid smirk still on his lips.

“None of your business.”

He rubs his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock just to shut him up, but the whimper that leaves Jimin’s lips just makes him shudder instead. 

“Crotch sniffing?”

Blood rushes up to his cheeks, but Jimin is relentless, pulls him closer by his hair.

“Fucking my best friend’s boyfriend?”

“Jimin- that’s-“

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want to fuck me back then.”

Shame and guilt spread through his veins, because it’s true. And Jimin knows it, he can tell, he could tell even before.

Jimin crawls on top of him, pins one of his wrists above his head. 

“When did you first want to fuck me? Be honest.”

Jeongguk feels all the blood drain from his face, because he knows it’s bad. It’s criminal how long ago he first thought about it. 

“After the shower, when you got hard?”

Jimin asks, tilts his head.

Ah, he wishes it was then. fucking wishes it was a moment like that, it would have made sense.

“Oh, earlier? When we were in the bar, talking about how I have a good mouth for a guy?”

Jeongguk burns up at the memory, does remember that conversation, and even now, he involuntarily darts his eyes down to Jimin’s lips.

He shakes his head lightly, and Jimin’s eyebrows raise this time.

“Earlier?”

Jeongguk swallows, shrugs like it’s no big deal, but Jimin doesn’t let him get away with it.

“What, that time I came to your game?”

“No.” 

“You’re fucking kidding me Jeongguk, it can’t be earlier than that.”

Jeongguk feels his heart skip a beat when Jimin calls him by his name, hides his face behind his hand, because it couldn’t get more pathetic than this. 

“It was after you were blowing Tae in the living room when I came home. On Jae’s birthday.”

Jimin is silent for a while, which just makes it worse. They hadn’t even talked properly once up til that point. He feels Jimin’s hand around his other wrist then, pulling them away from his face, pinning it down next to his other hand.

“You were thinking of fucking me on your girlfriend’s birthday?”

“It- it wasn’t my fault. You were- you were sucking my best friend’s dick in front of me.”

“You walked in, I wasn’t doing that for you, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I wasn’t.” He feels his cheeks burn. “But after seeing your lips all.. wet and swollen-“

He cuts himself off, feels his dick twitch merely at the memory. 

Jimin looks down between their bodies, then looks up at him, quirks a brow. 

“Yeah? You were thinking about that at her party?”

“Not a party, it was just-“

Fuck, now that he thinks about it, it’s even worse. He turns his head the other way, blush creeping up his neck.

“Just?”

“I was fucking her.”

Another silence falls, but this time he can hear Jimin’s breath hitch, and he feels Jimin’s dick twitch against his hipbone.

“You..” Jimin trails off, swallows. “You fucked her while thinking of me?”

Jeongguk feels his cheeks glow as he slowly turns his head back, looks up into Jimin’s eyes. It’s terrible, he should feel guilty about it, doing that to her, but he doesn’t.

“Yeah..” 

Jimin seems very turned on, looks at him like he can’t believe it, breathing a little shallowly.

“Did you think about it many times?”

He slowly grows a little restless as well, sweat drips down his temple, heartbeat picking up.

“Yeah..”

He says, a little softer, it feels like a secret.

“Fuck.” 

Jimin curses, then slowly sits up, makes the air mattress creak a little.

Jeongguk pants softly, lying on his back with a lap full of Jimin, his ass planted right on his dick. He’s not sure what he’s in for, but when he sees Jimin reach his hand behind his back he holds his breath.

Jimin lifts himself a bit, and his small hand curls around Jeongguk’s cock, making it stand up straight. 

Oh god, oh fuck. 

He feels like he’s almost hyperventilating, looking at how Jimin could just sink down an inch and the head of his cock would be right between those cheeks. 

But instead, Jimin pulls his cock back a little further, sits down right in front of it.

He bites his lower lip to fight back a moan, his dick is so hard it wants to slap back against his stomach, but it’s stuck right against the cleft of Jimin’s ass. 

“Was it better, when you thought about me?”

Jimin asks, as though he doesn’t know the answer. 

Jeongguk looks up at him, feels so exposed under the gaze those sharp eyes. 

When he nods, he can practically see the shift happen. Jimin’s lips part a little, shaky exhale fills the tense silence, and then he moves slightly, presses his ass back against his cock.

“Fuck.”

Jeongguk grabs Jimin’s thighs in his hands, heat spreading everywhere in the fraction of a second. He bucks his hips up slowly, rubs his cock against Jimin’s crack.

“Did you wonder how much tighter I’d be whenever you thrusted into her?”

The atmosphere shifts, Jeongguk can feel the air trying to suffocate him, but it’s making his body burn up at the same time. He looks at Jimin through lidded eyes, can barely hold the whimper falling from his lips as he bucks his hips up a little harder.

Doesn’t matter how fucking hot the tent gets, how sweaty he is, how their bodies stick together, he wants even more. So he nods, even though he knows it’s bad, he was the fucking worst boyfriend ever.

Jimin moans on top of him, and it’s only now that it really registers for Jeongguk; that this is Jimin’s kink. He loves hearing how much better he is than his ex. It happened in the kitchen that time too. 

“I- I always- looked at her rim..”

He admits, shame licking at his face, but he can deal with it because Jimin’s eyes lose focus a little, and he grinds back even harder; looks like he’s riding him.

“Yeah? Wanted to fuck her there?”

“Mmh.” He nods, squeezing Jimin’s thick thighs in his hand, then moving them up to his hips. “So bad.”

“Bet she wouldn’t let you.”

Jimin pants.

“She wouldn’t.”

He flips them over, so Jimin’s back hits the air mattress, and he’s finally on top, lying between those pretty legs. It feels so fucking right. Nothing ever makes his body burn up quite like this. With Jimin he craves it, and he feels it everywhere. 

He runs his hand over Jimin’s thigh, grabs it by the back and pulls it over his hip like he’s been wanting to do for months.

“Did you think about it?”

He asks.

And even though he kind of knows already, when Jimin nods it still takes his breath away.

“When?”

“After that volley game I attended with Tae.”

Jeongguk shudders, remembers Jimin’s eyes running over his body from the bleachers, remembers them arguing in the hallway.

“Thought about riling you up.. making you fuck me in the locker rooms.”

Jimin whispers, that glint reappearing in his eyes.

Jeongguk holds his breath, hears a dull ringing in his ears as he imagines it. Fucking Jimin right after that game, right against the lockers.. why it was deleted:too early for all these confessions, basically the same as the last scene, I did not want them to have their first time yet. this was an alternate scene of the last deleted scene, I kept deleting parts and adding parts so it got all mixed up

deleted scene chapter 18: more where that came from“That time you looked at my lips, in the hallway, after your game.”

Jimin whispers, sends shivers down Jeongguk’s spine. Because he knows exactly the moment Jimin is talking about. But it’s so fucking wrong, so long ago, and he feels so guilty about it.

“I saw it in your eyes. You wanted to take me to the locker rooms and fuck me, put me in my place.”

Jeongguk groans softly, feels a tear of precum dribbling down his shaft. 

“Wanna know something, Jeon?” 

He’s not sure if he does.

Jimin doesn’t give him a choice, whispers right against his ear.

“I wanted it too.”

Fuck.

His eyes widen, and he feels heat spread through every fibre of his body. Didn’t think Jimin would ever admit something like that. 

“Yeah?”

He pants, has to stop his hand from moving because he’s already on the edge.

“Mmh.”

Jimin nods, continues to fuck his fist regardless, doesn’t seem to want to stop at all.

why it was deleted:similarly to last few scenes, it was too early for these confessions. On another note I do like to write multiple perspectives/alternate scenes which is why I have so many of them. It starts with a question like "what if instead of jimin asking since when jungkook has wanted him, he already knows?" to see how the story alters, so this conversation was kind of like the one before except instead of "since when have you wanted to fuck me?" it shifted to "i know you've wanted to fuck me since then"

deleted scene chapter 18: just the tip 🔞It’s even more desperate than the last, Jeongguk can’t find any rhythm to it, it’s sloppy and wet and it makes his tongue tingle a little bit when Jimin sucks on it. The little gasps in between feel so hot against his skin, he barely notices how Jimin climbs on top.

Jimin’s tongue delves into his mouth, and Jeongguk just groans, lets him lead the kiss, wraps his arms around Jimin’s back.

And it’s so damn hot in the tent, everything is slippery, his hands on Jimin’s body, their legs sliding together until-

Fuck, his dick is pressing against the cleft of Jimin’s ass.

They break the kiss simultaneously, but neither of them moves.

Jeongguk’s eyes are wide open, and Jimin is panting against his lips, doesn’t fill the silence.

Fuck..

It feels good.

His ears ring, and all he wants to do is just buck his hips up, feel what it’s like to finally fuck Jimin. Though he knows Jimin probably isn’t able to take him like this, without any prep. 

However, the heat of Jimin’s body pressing against his own, and the overwhelming sense of need inside of him drive him to move his hips, just a little bit. 

Because it’s not- it’s not like he can just slip inside anyway so there isn’t any harm in just pushing his cock deeper between Jimin’s soft, peachy cheeks until-

“Mmh.”

An electric shock runs down his body when the head of his cock presses against Jimin’s rim. 

He pants, holds onto Jimin’s hip, doesn’t even dare to look him in the eyes. He just closes them tightly as he cants his hips slowly, rubbing his cock against that warm, soft entrance.

“Sorry- fuck.. sorry-“

He says it as though it means something, but he can’t make his body stop moving. He’s too close to getting what he wants, just a little more- if he could just-

“Just- just the tip-“

He can’t even ask normally, because he feels himself leaking against Jimin’s rim, and that makes it so wet and slippery that his brain is turning to mush.

And when Jimin pushes back against his cock he can’t fucking hold it. He just presses against Jimin’s rim until he breaches past the ring of muscle, feels that delicious, tight heat enveloping him.

Fireworks explode in his head, and all muscles in his body contract, he pulls tight like a wire. He throws his head back against his pillow, silent gasp leaving his lips. His fingers dig into Jimin’s hip, and he tries to keep breathing but he doesn’t want to come.

So he’s stuck, can’t move a single thing. His cock twitches, on the brink of his orgasm, but he tries to hold it. 

When he opens his eyes and sees Jimin look at him with that knowing smirk, he feels his cheeks burn up.

“Straight guy comes as soon as he tries a second of anal.”

“Shut- shut up, I haven’t- I’m still-“

Jimin moves his hips just the slightest bit, that tight heat pulling away and sucking him right back in. 

Jeongguk gasps, looks into those siren eyes and he almost bursts.

“F-fuck- stop-“

Jimin chuckles breathily.

“This always how you fuck, Jeon? With a 5 second interval?”

Jeongguk bites on the inside of his cheek, hates that it really takes him about 5 seconds to try again. 

why it was deleted:similar to last ones, it was too soon for their first time, though I personally really liked this one since it felt so canon for them. I'm glad Jeongguk eventually cut it off though, they had to work out their misunderstandings first

Deleted scene chapter 19: Jeongguk talks to Jimin on the beach to clear up their misunderstandings

“Look, I’m sorry. When I told you that I was afraid it meant something more to you, when I told you I thought you’re beautiful-“

“So fucking beautiful.”

Jimin reminds him, still facing the other way.

Jeongguk feels panic all over again just hearing it, that jumpy feeling in his chest. 

“I lied.”

He says, having to force himself to say it. 

Jimin finally looks at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“Wait- what? You lied? I thought you said you didn’t lie? Which one is it?”

“No I mean. I meant what I said.” Jeongguk says first, making it even more confusing. God, he’s terrible at this. “I meant that I think you’re beautiful. I lied about thinking it meant something to you.”

“You’re losing me here, what are you trying to say Jeon?”

“I wasn’t afraid it meant something to you.” Jeongguk says, taking a deep breath and looking away. “I was afraid it meant something to me.” 

There, it’s out now. He thought it’d make him feel relieved, but it just makes him feel jittery and nervous. 

“Oh..”

Jimin says, making Jeongguk cringe a little to himself. Why did he even tell Jimin this? Now it’s just gonna be awkward. He drags his eyes up to meet Jimin’s, and feels an electric shock run down his spine, that static feeling he’s felt before. 

Like Pavlov, his eyes dart down to Jimin’s lips, before he quickly swallows his desire. 

“Yeah, so. I don’t know if that makes you less upset, but-“

“Did it?” 

Jimin interrupts him. 

“Did it what?”

“Mean something?”

Fuck.

Jimin is looking at him with his eyes a little wide, like he’s either afraid to hear it, or really wants to hear it. Jeongguk isn’t sure, but he feels a lump in his throat, hands getting sweaty.

“I don’t know.” 

He says, heart in his throat. 

Jimin looks like he wants to pry, wants an answer already. He’s looking from one eye to the other, blinking a few times. His cheeks are turning a little pink. Jeongguk is making him blush. 

Why does that feel like an accomplishment?

“You don’t know? What do you mean you don’t know? What did you feel?”

Jimin asks, a little frantic. 

Jeongguk has never seen him so panicky, is he flustered? Why would Jimin of all people be flustered? It’s not like it would mean something to him anyway, he already said Jeongguk would be the last person on earth he’d have feelings for. 

“I don’t know? I just told you-“

“Well think harder.”

“Why? What does it matter to you?”

“Are you in love with me?”

“No.”

Jeongguk shakes his head, breathless, but Jimin isn’t satisfied.

“So what? You- you have a crush on me?”

Oh god. 

“I- I don’t know-“

“You have a crush on me?”

“I said I don’t know.”

“Well it’s- it’s like- when I kissed you it felt so good, so right. And when you touch me I feel it everywhere.” He can’t look at Jimin at all, ears burning up. “It doesn’t matter who I’m with, who I kiss, who I touch, you just feel a hundred times better and I hate it.”

It’s possibly the most embarrassing thing he’s ever said, and Jimin makes it worse by just staring at him, all perplexed.

“So, that’s it. It’s fucking embarrassing, let’s not talk about it-“

“You just said I’m your sexual gay awakening and I’m supposed to ignore that?”

“Yes.”

“Since when have you felt like this?”

“Jimin-“

“When did you start thinking about me?”

So fucking long ago. 

Jeongguk runs his tongue over his teeth, finds Jimin looking at him with a glint in his eyes. Of course he’d be ecstatic about this. Nothing he likes more than ruining Jeongguk. 

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, it does. It’s about me.”

Jimin says, folding his arms. So haughty. 

Jeongguk fidgets with his hands, shrugs.

“I don’t know.. probably the first week you got with Taehyung, back when I was still with Jae.”

Jimin’s jaw drops, and Jeongguk swallows, not particularly proud of all the thoughts that spiralled through his mind. 

“You.. you’d think about me when fucking her?”

Jimin asks, spelling it out. It’s even worse like that. Guilt spreads through Jeongguk’s body.

“.. well.. yeah.”

“So, all the time I was with Taehyung you.. were thinking about me.”

“Yeah.”

why it was deleted/altered:I like keeping the tension high in all my chapters, having them confess things takes away from that brooding/electric feeling between them whenever they interact. I later changed this scene to Jimin going: You know, I'm assuming you have a big fat crush on me.

Deleted scene chapter 21: Jeongguk coming out to Jimin

“I don’t think the humping was all that obvious to anyone else by the way.” Jimin says, something softening in his gaze. “But you’re aware that some of them saw you kiss me, right?”

Jeongguk blinks, the thought of others seeing them kiss doesn’t really bother him. And he doesn’t get why Jimin is so concerned about it that he has to mention it twice.

“So?”

“So, I don’t know,” Jimin tilts his head. “aren’t you supposed to be straight?”

Oh, right. 

That.

He opens his mouth, then closes it, can’t really say it now- not here- this is the worst moment. Heat rushes up to his face, and he just shrugs as an answer.

a twinkle appears in Jimin’s eyes then, like he can just tell, and his lips part slightly.

“Are you.. not?”

Silence stretches between them, and for a second Jeongguk can only hear the gentle waves of the sea, heartbeat drumming against his ribcage. 

No one can make him feel quite like this, stripped and laid bare, completely vulnerable. 

His throat runs dry, words stuck in his throat as his eyes trace the golden line around Jimin’s silhouette, before they reach his face. 

“I’m not.”

why it was deleted:I didn't think they needed a coming out scene, even though it's not a bad scene! I already had Jeongguk go through a coming out scene that was very significant, and Jimin knew all along so it was a little bit out of character for him to be surprised by this. Eventually I liked it better how they got vulnerable during their first time, it felt more realistic that way.

deleted scene chapter 23: challengeJimin chuckles softly, a little out of breath, then grabs his wrist to remove his arm.

“Don’t hide your face Jeon, I love it when you get pathetic.”

There’s that fire in Jimin’s eyes that he loves, and he knows just how to fuel it. 

“Wonder what you look like when you get pathetic.”

There, he can basically see the flames grow in those dark brown eyes.

“Yeah?” Jimin pulls him closer by his hair, brushes his nose against his own. “Why don’t you make me?”

The challenge gets him riled up, heat licking down his body. He tilts his head a little, looks at Jimin, from one eye to the other, lives and breathes for this static eye contact.why it was deleted:reminded me too much of to fuck the phobia out of the homo, haha

Deleted scene final chapter: blowjob scene🔞“Fuck— I’ve been— I’ve been holding back.” Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, tugs on his hair once, nice and sharp. “Look at me.”

He blinks up at Jimin, so dizzy on lust already. “This okay? Am I too much?” 

Jimin asks, spec of guilt in his eyes.

“No— not too much.” He moves his hand around the back of Jimin’s thigh, forces him closer. “Fuck my mouth.”

He needs it. He’s been craving it since that very first time in the locker rooms. It’s incomparable to what happened at volley camp in the tents, a way different type of need.That’s why, when that glaze casts over Jimin’s eyes, and when his eyelids sink like that, he knows he’s going to get it good, feels his dick twitch in his pants.

“Fuck— Jeongguk—” Jimin bites his pretty lower lip. “Are you sure? I can— I can be gentle—“

“Later.” 

He pants, pats the back of Jimin’s thigh a little restlessly. They can be gentle later, they’ve been gentle all week. He hasn’t felt Jimin’s cock hit the back of his throat for too long.

Luckily that’s all he needs to say, that dark glint appears Jimin’s slanted eyes— fuck, he hasn’t seen it in a good while. Shivers run down his spine, and automatically, he spreads his legs a little more, hard cock pressing against the fabric of his jeans. Jimin’s eyes dart down to it, soft, shaky breath escaping him before he looks back up. Then he curls his hand around the base of his cock, and pushes the head past his lips without any warning.

His eyes flutter shut instantly, can’t even savour the taste of it ; Jimin curses under his breath and thrusts in his entire length at once. “Nnngh—“

“Fuuuck—“

It’s perfect. 

His mind shuts off entirely.why it was deleted:jimin was too soft for a starving man

That's it!! thank you all for reading SUPG and I hope you enjoy all these extra little bits and piecesFun fact, all SUPG deleted scenes together are: 31K words(and i even left out the loose drabbles, the very short scenes, and some alternate scenes of deleted scenes, so i think in total it might actually be like 35K haha)