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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jeon_Jungkook
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, blowjob, Anal_Sex, Teasing, Dirty_Talk, im_not_a_smut_pro_im_soz,
      there_is_kind_of_a_plot, is_that_smut_with_a_plot, i_wrote_this_while
      listening_to_exos_new_album_dont_shoot_me_stop_fanwars_stan_music, i
      promise_i_dont_have_a_drinking_problem_i_just_love_to_give_out_alcohol
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-20 Words: 3253
****** dirt and love ******
by otpshots
Summary
     He was as pale as snow, as cold as ice. Being near him would feel
     like being stuck outside in the middle of a lake on a chilling night.
     Dangerous but thrilling, throbbing. I thought that I had fallen in
     love with him, but I was merely lusting after his mystery.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Hyung, tell me one of your stories.” Jungkook had his arms snaked around
Jimin’s waist while his chin was resting on Jimin’s shoulder.
“What are you talking about, Kook-ah?” Jimin slightly turned his head towards
Jungkook’s.
“Your love stories. The ones you always start talking about right before I fall
asleep. I never really catch them, because you always tell them when I’m dozing
off.” Jungkook slightly pinched Jimin.
“I want to hear them, know them.” Jimin sighed while he slightly shifted in the
younger male’s lap. He knew the stories Jungkook was talking about. He knew way
too well.
Jimin turned a little more towards Jungkook while licking his lips. The older
male had a past, a rocky one with a lot of romance. Jungkook had always been
interested in Jimin’s history. Jimin would only talk about them when he knew
that the younger male wouldn’t be able to hear them, remember them.
“I’ll tell you one of them, but you have to know that it’s a story that has
deep roots inside of me. Don’t interrupt me while I’m talking, okay?” Jimin
muttered encouraging words to himself underneath his breath.
‘The stories I always start telling you about are encounters I’ve had a while
ago with a magical man. He was as pale as snow, as cold as ice. Being near him
would feel like being stuck outside in the middle of a lake on a chilling
night. Dangerous but thrilling, throbbing. I thought that I had fallen in love
with him, but I was merely lusting after his mystery.
‘The first time I met this man was at a bar. I was there with two other
friends, kind of third-wheeling. He was sitting alone at a table. He had been
staring at me ever since the three of us had entered. I hadn’t noticed his gaze
until I started to look around when my two friends started to get all touchy-
feely.
‘He slightly tilted his chin upwards once he had caught my eyes. I looked back
at my friends, but they weren’t paying attention to anything else than each
other. Picking up my beer, I decided to stand up and sit with this fair
stranger. One of the corners of his mouth curled up when I sat down.
‘“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he said.
‘“I noticed that you have been looking at me for a while now,” I said.
‘”and I decided that it was time to come and introduce myself. Park Jimin.”
‘“Nice to meet you, Jimin. Min Yoongi.” He clinked his glass against mine. I
licked my lips before I took a sip. He smacked his lips before he put his glass
back down.
‘I would have never dared to approach him, if I hadn’t already had two beers
prior and actually had someone to talk with. There was this strange tension
between us, an electric feeling. We weren’t talking with words, but our eyes
were having conversation after conversation. I didn’t dare to break our
silence. He did.
‘“Park Jimin, I have quite a peculiar question for you if you don’t mind.” I
just nodded, wondered about what he could be interested in.
‘“Have you ever thought about modelling? Not the type that walks in
pretentiously ugly clothes, but the type that stands perfectly still for an
artist to sculpt or paint?” He maintained eye contact while he took another sip
of his beer.
‘You know, Kook-ah, how I’m not that fond of showing myself off. This man’s
question came to me as a surprise. I had never even considered standing a model
for an artist. It had never crossed my mind up until Min Yoongi asked me.
That’s exactly what I told him.
‘“It has never crossed my mind.” He suddenly stood up after I had said that.
‘“Let it cross your mind.” Min Yoongi walked out of the bar, leaving half his
beer and me behind.
‘I was straight up baffled by this. Our conversation was brief, broken off
brutally. I moved back to my friends, who had barely noticed I had been gone.
After finishing my beer, I told them I was going home. They didn’t protest.
‘While walking home, I started to think about Yoongi’s question. I wondered why
he would ask me something like that after just meeting me. It wasn’t that much
of a peculiar question, but the timing was so strange. I couldn’t wrap my head
around it. His question kept circling around in my mind for a couple days.
‘I didn’t know if I ever were to meet him again. And if I did meet him, I
didn’t know what to answer. I didn’t even know if he would remember. At least I
thought I didn’t know. Our paths crossed again about six days after our initial
meeting.
‘I was drunk. It was late, the sun was closing in on the night. I literally
bumped into him near an alley. He grabbed my wrist softly, dragged me inside
that alley.
‘“Min Yoongi. I’ve thought about your question. My answer is no; I haven’t
thought about modelling before.” He grinned when I said that.
‘“It’s funny that I’m running into you at this time of the day, Park Jimin.
It’s also funny how your words are contradicting. Have you been drinking?” I
shook my head, daringly raised my eyebrows.
‘“I don’t think I’ve been drinking. Have you been drinking, Min Yoongi? You
don’t sound that sober to me.” The corner of his mouth curled again. I later
came to find out that it was his way of smiling, his way of hiding.
‘“You should come with me, Park Jimin,” he said, while he pulled me slightly
closer to him.
‘“I don’t think you’re capable of going home on your own.” I softly moved my
wrist, but his grip was firm.
‘“I don’t think it’s safe to go places you don’t know with strangers. Maybe
you’ll kill me, maybe you’ll skin me alive.” Yoongi laughed for the first time
and let go of my wrist. He took a step back, further into the alley.
‘“Sure, Jimin-ah. Go your own way.” He disappeared inside the alley. I didn’t
dare to follow him, scared of the dark.
‘Somehow I managed to get back home safely that night without getting lost.
Yoongi was clouding my mind. I felt his hand on my wrist again, his tender
grip, his rough hands. I felt the coolness of his body against mine again from
when he had stepped closer to me. Remembering the look in his eyes, the words
that had left his lips, the flirty tone of his voice all gave me a hard-on.
‘That night I jerked off imagining my hand’s being Yoongi’s. My soft hands were
the complete opposite of his rugged ones, but I made it work. I almost
regretted not going home with him. It would have been completely out of
character to have actually done that. I’ve never been the type who just fucks
and leaves.
‘I invest, try to connect before I go at it, you know that. For some reason,
Yoongi made me want to throw away that principle of mine. I longed for him to
please me. I longed to please him. Maybe I longed to please him more than I
longed for him to please me. I wanted to trace whatever was hiding underneath
his leather jacket and ripped jeans. I wanted to feel his hands around my
wrists again, feel his cool skin against mine.
‘I wanted to see that crooked smile of his, hear a moan escape from his
tempting lips while I would take him inside my mouth. I wanted to hear his
voice go raspy while he would mutter to me to go on, to slow down, to speed up.
I wanted to taste him so bad. I didn’t know why his sudden change of attitude
was triggering this much inside of me.
‘All these thoughts would drive me insane for the following month. I would
wander every night around the two places I had met Yoongi before, look for him.
Just thinking about that mysterious man would arouse me. Not knowing when we
would encounter again would slowly drive me insane.
‘I had almost given up on seeing Yoongi when we met again. He was sitting on a
bench near a park, had a pencil tucked behind his ear when I walked by. I
hadn’t noticed it was him at first. Or let’s say that I hadn’t seen him, but my
body knew he was nearby. I felt shivers go down my spine, sweat break out.
‘He had seen me before I had spotted him. He was staring at me again, just like
he had done at the bar mere weeks before. He was licking his lips, biting them.
Yoongi winked when our eyes finally met again. I felt something growl inside of
me. I was hungry for Yoongi, so incredibly hungry for him. I hadn’t noticed
that I was holding my breath. It came out like a quiver.
‘I sat down next to Yoongi on the bench. He wasn’t wearing his distinct
clothes. He actually looked like he was just taking a walk around the block
near his house to clear his mind. He looked tired, less like the dark and
daring Yoongi I had met before. That, however, didn’t change anything about the
things I was feeling while sitting right next to him.
‘“Be my model, Park Jimin,” he said all of a sudden.
‘“I need you to model for me. I need to sculpt you.” I just nodded.
‘He didn’t live that far away from where we were. It seemed like I was right
about him going out on a walk around the block. He guided me inside, his hand
resting on the small of my back. I was greeted by bright lights, an ocean of
sketches and clay.
‘“Stand on that platform over there.” Yoongi pointed to a little step
underneath the bright lights. I stepped forward, climbed on the small podium.
‘Yoongi sat down behind a formless lump of clay. He looked at me, like he was
anticipating something. The bright lights made me sweat. I took off my jacket,
kicked off my shoes, got rid of my socks. Yoongi’s eyes only left me when he
closed them to blink. He kept watching me like a hawk. His mouth curled again
like it always did when he realized I didn’t know what to do on the platform.
‘“Relax for me, Jimin-ah. Take off your shirt if it’s too hot, I understand.”
His eyes twinkled, his voice sounded so soothing. I nodded and pulled on the
hem of my shirt, pulled my whole shirt over my head. It was only then that I
realized that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
‘I remember Yoongi taking a sharp breath. I decided to act all confident,
pretend like I didn’t mind standing half naked in front of him while I was
almost shitting my pants. No, more importantly, I was starting to feel aroused.
‘The little studio-like place kept heating up. Yoongi had started sculpting me.
His hands had clay all over them. I tried to stand as still as I could. My mind
was wandering off. I was imagining Yoongi’s dirty hands all over me, sculpting
me instead of the lump of clay he was working on.
‘Yoongi would occasionally look up longer than necessary. I would see something
unidentifiable flash through his eyes. I would think that he was feeling the
same lust I was feeling. Small beads of sweat were forming on my naked torso.
Small beads of sweat had already formed on Yoongi’s forehead. They were
sparkling, trying to catch my attention. One of those beads slid down his head,
down his neck. I gulped.
‘My legs were feeling damp inside my pants. I cleared my throat to get Yoongi’s
attention. He looked up, slightly disturbed. I tugged at my belt, unclasped it.
Swallowed again. I took off my pants while maintaining eye contact with Yoongi.
‘He licked his lips, tapped his forehead with the back of his hand. He then let
his hands fall in his lap. I wanted him to get up, to touch me. I saw his eyes
trail down to my crotch, trail upwards again. I bit my lip, dropped my pants on
the ground. I knew he wasn’t unfazed. He had to be feeling something too,
right? Yoongi seemed to take a moment to think, maybe go over his options. He
then decided to continue sculpting. I sighed, disappointed.
‘Yoongi enjoyed seeing me in such distress. I could feel it in the air. I
wished I could play along, but all my fantasies of the previous month were
hitting me like a truck. It was hard to stay still, to keep my hands in place.
I struggled to breathe. Yoongi looked at me more frequently. His hands were
sculpting but his eyes were piercing.
‘I had to use every grain of strength in my body to keep my hands from trailing
down to touch myself. I needed friction, really needed friction. Yoongi was
torturing me. I’d never known that being a model could be that erotic. All my
senses were heightened. I was jumping with desire.
‘There was this one specific look Yoongi would give me that always seemed to
push me over the edge. In his house while I stood on the small platform and
while he was sculpting me, he gave me that look for the first time.
‘“Shit,” I cursed underneath my breath.
‘“Shit Yoongi, I can’t do this any longer.” Yoongi looked up at me, smirked.
‘“Hold on a little longer, Jimin-ah. Just a little longer.” I actually growled
at him.
‘“Get the fuck over here and fucking touch me, Min Yoongi. I’ve been standing
on this pedestal for three hours now, fucking sweating not only because of
these bright lights but also because of the fucking way you fucking look up
every time and lock your eyes with mine. Stop playing with your fucking play-
doh and start playing with me!” Yoongi was looking me up and down again while
he had an amused look on his face. I wanted to swat that look off.
‘“So impatient, our little cub,” he said. I swallowed while Yoongi stood up,
moved towards me.
‘“So incredibly impatient, our little cub. Throbbing to feel me all over him.”
His cold and dirty hands finally touched me, pulled me closer to him.
‘Our waists were touching. I could feel his erection against me, poking me. Our
faces were almost touching, our lips were parted and ready. He was smirking
again. His hands went up my back, reached my hair. He pulled on them, made my
head jerk slightly backwards, away from his. He exposed my neck.
‘“Do you want me, Jimin-ah? Do you want me to fuck you so bad that you can’t
hold on a little longer? Are you that desperate for me?” I nodded.
‘“Speak, cub.” I wasn’t trusting my voice, but I had no other choice. Yoongi
was forming me to talk.
‘“Yes, fuck yes. I want you to take me so hard. Make me yours. Fuck me how you
want, Min Yoongi. Release me, save me. Devour me.” I heard him swallow. He
pushed my head towards his, made our hungry lips collide.
Jimin had closed his eyes while he was telling Jungkook this story. He was
experiencing everything all over again. Jimin had moved his hand onto
Jungkook’s cock without noticing a while ago. He had been stroking the younger
male. Jungkook shifted slightly.
“Hyung.” Jimin snapped out of his daze. He looked at Jungkook, suddenly
remembering that he wasn’t alone.
“Hyung don’t tell me what happens next.” Jimin quickly pulled his hand away,
but Jungkook grabbed it and put it back.
“Don’t tell me, show me.” Jungkook swallowed. It wasn’t just Jimin who was
feeling the effects of the story.
“Are you sure, Kook-ah?” The younger male nodded.
“Shit, fuck.” Jimin slightly rubbed Jungkook’s dick. A whimper escaped the
latter’s lips.
Jimin leaned forward to catch Jungkook’s lips with his. He softly bit down on
them while he shifted himself. He pushed Jungkook back, climbed on his lap
while he moved his hand upwards to grab the younger male’s head.
“I can’t fuck you the way Yoongi fucked me. He was raw, a beast. Dirty. I can’t
be like that, Jungkook-ah.” He caressed his cheek, trailed his hand down to
Jungkook’s neck.
“All I can do is love you, Kook-ah.” Jimin said.
“Then love me.” Jungkook said, determined.
Jimin dipped down again, this time to attach his lips to Jungkook’s neck. He
delicately kissed him, licked him, sucked on his skin. Bit him. The soft
whimpers coming out of Jungkook’s mouth only encouraged Jimin to continue. He
unbuttoned the younger male’s shirt, pulled his own over his head.
The smaller male made his way across Jungkook’s well-defined torso, carefully
kissing every inch of skin. He moved up to catch his lips again, have their
tongues battle each other again. Somewhere in the middle of this battle
Jungkook decided to turn Jimin over on his back to straddle him. It was his
turn to let his mouth wander.
Soft moans, heavy breathing. Jungkook unbuckled Jimin’s belt, pulled on his
pants. Jimin kicked them off, shifted their weights again in order to end up on
top. He managed to free Jungkook’s legs and member of all his clothes. Before
stroking Jungkook’s dick, Jimin made sure to look up at the taller boy. Their
lustful eyes met briefly before Jimin turned his head downwards.
He started with feather-like touches, softly moving his hand down Jungkook’s
length. Jimin moved slowly, lazily. He kissed the tip, took it in his mouth.
Jungkook’s hand moved to Jimin’s head, grabbed his hair. Jimin took more of
Jungkook in, another moan escaped Jungkook’s lips. The young male pulled on
Jimin’s hair, wanted more.
“Fuck, hyung. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jimin picked up his pace, moved his hand in
sync with his mouth along Jungkook’s cock.
Jimin loved to give head to Jungkook. He loved the way Jungkook’s pelvis would
move up once he’d come closer, he loved the little sounds the young male would
make when Jimin would please him. He loved the way Jungkook would squeak when
Jimin kissed the base of his dick, slightly played with his balls.
Jimin especially loved the way Jungkook tasted. There would be this small hint
of sweetness with all the salt. Jimin knew that he wouldn’t be able to fully
taste Jungkook that night. He let go of Jungkook’s manhood.
“Kook-ah, turn around. Get on all fours.” Jungkook obeyed his hyung.
“This will feel a bit rough in the beginning, but I promise you’ll feel so good
soon enough, Kook-ah.” Jimin curled over Jungkook, grabbed his firm arms before
he let his own penis slide inside Jungkook.
Loud whimpers, sweet nothings. Jimin was softly pounding into Jungkook, feeling
friction. Whimpers turned into moans, nothings turned into somethings. Digging
nails, scratching nails. Skin slapping against skin. A lot of heavy breathing.
Jungkook collapsed first, ejaculated with a whimper. Jimin kept going until he
also climaxed, in his turn collapsing onto Jungkook.
Jimin rolled off of Jungkook, lied down behind him. He wrapped his arms around
Jungkook’s waist, kissed his shoulder blade.
“I love you, Jungkook-ah. Only you.” Jungkook smiled.
“I love you too, hyung. Only you.”
End Notes
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