Yoonmin Ao3 Smut

#7

Title :  Out-Naught The Serial Killer

Author :  sushilogy

Summary:
Basically, Yoongi is a detective and Jimin is a serial killer. Other than arresting, they did a bunch of mischief that involved tongues.

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"Did you ever think of showing me your true colors before?" Jimin said as he cupped Yoongi's face, making it come closer to his own as close as possible. His breathe was ragged as he pressed his lips on the older's, only causing a wanton moan to escape from the aforementioned male. He felt his hands rake his silver locks as his own hands touched the most sensitive parts of Yoongi's body. From the back of his ear, to the small of his back, he felt Jimin's hand waltz through his bare skin with the grace of a ballerina, yet the burn of magma. The feeling enticed him.

The older gasped for air as Jimin pulled away, only moving onto his neck. Sinful, yet incoherent sounds of pleasure spilled from his mouth as he grasped for something, anything that would keep him from falling off of his place. His eyes never fluttered close as he looked at the younger and the mischievously pleasuring actions he did swept through his veins, causing him to feel shivers down his spine, and deep-throated groans to befall from his mouth.

"So, are you gonna kill me now?" It was what he managed to say as the younger pulled away with a smirk, his hair messy as the male himself raked it over and over, causing Jimin's forehead to expose itself. His silver hair was shining more than it should under the dim light that illuminated the dark surroundings of Yoongi's room, or at least he thought it was his. Alcohol was a bad enemy, yet was one of the best things to erupt in the creative minds of humanity. A sense of sensuality then etched to his face as he failed to feign the slightest bit of resentment.

"I was planning to." The younger's mellow voice echoed through his system as he failed to show any sign of coldness, which he was trying to achieve in the younger's vision. "You simply welled into my trap, Min Yoongi. Don't blame me for being a killer." Yoongi shuddered as he felt the cold sensation of metal on his neck's bare skin, making another moan escape his sinful mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as Jimin once again kissed him, with the amount of endeavor and want invalid for Yoongi's capacity to have limits. He never thought a night in a local bar would cause him to venture through the unmerciful play of fate on him.

Nostalgia crept through the latter as his memory was then encrypt with what Park Jimin looked like when he first encountered him that night. The male had his eyes locked into him as he made his way to the bar, a smirk was plastered on his face as he sat next to the aforementioned silver-head. The memory of the past hour was hazy as they both talked about many things, which lead them to where they were at this moment. Yoongi in a bed with Jimin straddling him, the talk they had accompanied by alcohol caused them to have this not-so-little situation engrave in their fates. Min Yoongi, a detective, who was searching for a serial killer. Well, let's say he did find him, but he expected him to be behind bars, not behind closed doors.

Jimin's kisses went down, further to Yoongi's chest, decorating it with dark marks which will last for over a week. The older only reciprocated wanton moans, pulling on the silver locks that slightly tickled his chest.

"I thought you were a serial killer, Park Jimin. Why are you not killing me?" Yoongi choked out a sentence, knowing who Park Jimin was in reality, he questioned the younger's intentions. He was a detective, a soldier of the law, a man who solved many mysteries regarding criminal acts. Why was he in a criminal's confines? And why was he enjoying it? He didn't know, but to make things clear, he wanted this.

"I thought you were a detective, Min Yoongi. Why aren't you putting me behind bars?" Jimin said as he unzipped the older's pants, his hand caressed the milky thighs the older possessed as he brought down the pants. Oh, how he wanted to stain those thighs with pretty bruises, maybe even write his name there with a knife. He badly wanted to scar the milky white thighs that greeted his vision, the amount of violence he had in him was strong, yet his lust prevented him from doing anything that may harm the older.

He was torn between the decisions of killing Min Yoongi. He was a detective, in retrospect, he must put Park Jimin behind bars after this little "encounter" they had. But a part of him wanted to continue, to make more sounds of pleasure and arousal erupt from the older's mouth. He wanted to see more of the older's pleasured face, the way his eyes fluttered close as his mouth gaped for air. It was driving him nuts as he felt the arousal go between his thighs, alluring him to do more, to stain the milky skin that laid before him. He wanted this, and he wanted it bad. As bad as Min Yoongi wanted it. And as on cue, he let out another moan as Jimin's kisses trailed down to his stomach.

"I'm not a police."

"Yeah?" Jimin stopped kissing Yoongi's stomach as he glanced up at Yoongi. "But you solved the case of the dead bodies. Isn't that something a detective should do?" He laughed, making Yoongi flinch.

"Hmm," Yoongi hummed as he stood up, facing Jimin as he kissed him another time. The latter was oblivious that the man was already grabbing one of his weapons. A knife was in his hands as he pressed it on Jimin's cheek, moving it down to the back of his ear as he straddled him, sitting on the thick thighs the man had. Yoongi was only in his boxers, and he never missed the feeling of the erection poking his thigh. He smirked as he let the sinful words come out from his mouth, "I like breaking the rules sometimes."

"Naughty." Jimin said as he smirked and grabbed the knife in Yoongi's hand, flipping their position, making Yoongi spurt out profanities as he felt the knife entice his thighs. "But can you out-naught a serial killer himself?"

Yoongi spit out tons of profanities as he felt the younger's mouth on his inner thighs, sucking and kissing as if wanting to leave bruises and hickeys on the milky white goodness that were his thighs. The stimulation to his thighs made him so aroused as he felt himself shudder in the younger's touch, he loathed how unprepared he was on the serial killer's unexpected actions. Yet at the same time, he enjoyed the amount of spice and heat he feels as he felt the electrical surge on his system. He loved how the boy who was holding him down from trashing so much ruined him in ways he never knew he could be ruined. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he really loved how weak and dominated he felt when the younger made his moves.

Just as Jimin pulled away from the sinfully stained thighs, Yoongi moved to have a try on dominating the male. Moving his head towards the younger neck, marking him as if he was his and his only. His hands raked down to Jimin's abdomen, the ragged feeling of hard abdominal muscles greet his touch. The heard the younger moan, making him smirk in his position. Yoongi did a great job leaving marks, as he sat on his lap, once again. He started grinding, giving pressure to Jimin's growing erection. It only resulted to a barrage of profanities the younger had spat out, causing Yoongi to once again, smirk in victory.

"Park Jimin," he hummed as he pulled out a handcuff from his discarded coat that laid close to them, handcuffing the younger to the bed post as he worked his kisses down the youngers pants. Tracing his finger on the bulge that laid there, making the younger curse more. "You are under arrest." Yoongi giggled as he unbuckled Jimin's pants, smirking at the younger's reaction before stopping to stand up and get his pants.

"What?! You're gonna leave me hanging here?!" Jimin said as he cursed more and trashed around, Yoongi only smirked delightfully, laughing as the serial killer tried his best to get out of the handcuffs' confines. He nearly choked on the air that invaded his lungs as he laughed.

"Yeah, that's for being a bad boy." He then fixed his shirt, grabbed his coat and approached the latter, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, "toddles!"

"Come back here, Min Yoongi!"