Jikook Oneshots

57. Game Over

By: @ShipsandSmuts

"Ugh, fuck!"

Groaning for what feels like the hundredth time that night, Jimin tosses and turns in his bed, his patience wearing thin.

"Ah! Shit shit shit shit shit—"

He can't take it anymore.

"Oh, for fucks sake!" Jimin groans once more, before whipping the blankets off his body and sliding out of bed, ignoring the tent in his boxers as he stomps up to the door. As he storms down the hallway, he pulls his shirt over his crotch the instant he hears the actual owner of that shirt's voice.

"Fuck!"

The sound of Jungkook groaning and cursing, even when it is not in the same context as his own, has him... groaning. Jimin staggers to the end of the hall and practically collapses against the doorframe, breathing slightly heavy as he finally spots him, his boyfriend. Immediately he can't help but sigh.

"Fuck..."

There's something about Jungkook, looking determined as ever as he sits on the couch, hunched over with his elbows sitting atop his knees, hair a mess, brows furrowed and bottom lip caught between his teeth, that has Jimin just... horny, to say the least — hornier than what he already is. All Jungkook is doing is playing a video game, but holy shit, is he hot. Maybe that has something to do with the way he moves his fingers over the controller? God, Jimin wants those fingers inside of him so bad.

"K-Kookie!" he eventually decides to call out, "come to bed already!" waving his boyfriend over eagerly.

Jungkook just waves him off.

"Jungkook ah!"

He barely spares Jimin a glance, too caught up in his game, which Jimin didn't realise was online until he just noticed the microphone hovering before Jungkook's mouth. Great.

"One more game with Tae, then I'll be right there!"

Even better.

"Jungkookie!" Jimin whines, about ready to throw a tantrum right then and there. He needs this right fucking now. "Please—"

"Pretty please hyung?"

Maybe he can wait...

"J-Just wait a few minutes, okay?"

But not that long.

"Ughhh."

Fine. He'll get himself off.
"Goodnight!" Jimin snaps just as he spins on his heel and returns to right where he started; in bed alone and hard. He can still hear the sounds Jungkook is making even with the door slammed tightly shut.

"Fuck you Jeon," Jimin mutters, "guess I'll just fuck myself!" gritting through his teeth as he kicks off his boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach and asshole clenching on the cool air that enters him. "Fuck..."

Sitting against the headboard, he reaches across the mattress toward the bedside table and grabs the bottle of lube kept there for times like these. He goes to lean over the edge of the bed to grab the box keeping the dildo he would use to get himself off, but stops when he notices that one of the drawers is slightly open, something gleaming through the crack, the dim light of the lamp shining down into it. When he pulls the rest of the drawer open to find out exactly where that source of reflective light is coming from, he gets a better idea.

"Huh."

Jimin almost forgot he had a glass buttplug. He grabs that too.

"Oh, fuck you Jeon I will."