Yoonmin One Shots

SMUT

It is not as if he couldn't control himself. but being a fresh young adult male, the habits and urges that came with once being a teenage pubescent boy never really escaped him. so when yoongi, an admittedly attractive - sexy, as jimin would never admit to his face - man, decided to offer his help to jimin after catching him with one hand under the sheets and another trying to cover whatever he could of his laptop screen, jimin hesitantly let him.

It was nothing like he could ever imagine; the feeling of a person's hand other than his own on his cock was foreign, but so damn good. he finished quickly, moaning incoherent words, panting hard. looking up, yoongi was already walking out the door, but turned back to jimin, licking jimin's cum from his fingertips. a somewhat irritating smirk formed on his face.

"you can return the favour to me, someday."

And he did. it was an unspoken ritual between the two; whenever time allowed them, they would get each other off. jimin loved yoongi's firm grasp on his cock, even more so when yoongi decided that putting his lips on the head was a good idea, running his tongue up the underside of the length, giving jimin no choice but to grab yoongi's head in place and thrust into his mouth, down his throat. the first time, yoongi gagged and spluttered and that did wonders for Jimin.

Their routine became more and more rough each time round. jimin became so obedient, fuelling yoongi's revealing want for dominance. yoongi was completely and utterly addicted. so when yoongi started seeing jimin and jungkook 'flirting' with each other in a backstage shoot, yoongi couldn't help but get angry.

back at the dorm, after a long working day, the other members fell into deep slumber, as confirmed by namjoon's comatose snoring, and yoongi thanked the universe for such a perfect opportunity. he pulled a sleeping jimin out of bed, who was mumbling "yoongi-hyung" several times before being pushed into the living room couch. more or less awake now, jimin noticed his hands were secured above his head with the necktie suga had worn that day. he also noticed that he was now half naked; shirtless, and he had also gone commando underneath his sweatpants. the last thing he noticed was that yoongi was straddling him, grinding his crotch against jimin's.

"h-hyung," jimin manages to gasp out, "what are you doing?"

yoongi stops moving his hips and glares down at the boy. "jiminnie," he grabs jimin's chin, "you were being being a bad boy today."

jimin's eyes widen before yoongi flips him onto his stomach and drags the back of his pants down. suddenly, all his thoughts disappear when a loud smack fills the room and pain shocks through his buttocks. jimin whimpers and yells as yoongi smacks jimin with the belt several times, yoongi's heart racing as the red pelts form on the smaller boy's flawless skin.

"you're supposed to be mine only, aren't you, jiminnie?" yoongi murmurs. jimin nods quickly, admittedly turned on by yoongi's words. yoongi pushes jimin back over, pulling his pants down to release his hard cock. he grabbed the length and began stroking, ever so slowly, jimin moaning with the pleasure intertwined with the lasting sting on his behind. pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock and yoongi bent down to lick at it, digging his tongue into the slit. jimin groans and his hips buckle.

"p-please, hyung," he whines. yoongi looks up at the disheveled boy.

"please what? what do you want?"

jimin shuddered as yoongi continued to stroke him. "i want you in me," he croaks out.

yoongi would have continued teasing the boy but he didn't have the patience to ignore his hard erection still under his pants. he pulled jimin's sweatpants off, took a prepared bottle of lube out of his pockets and dripped the liquid onto jimin's hole. yoongi hesistates, then unties jimin's hands.

"finger yourself."

jimin stares at him for what seemed like forever. gulping, he moved a shaky hand between his legs and pushed one finger inside, whimpering with pleasure. yoongi watches as the boy thrust his finger in and out, adding a second finger, moaning deliriously. yoongi began to palm himself through his pants, breathing becoming heavy, and eventually, his impatience kicked in.

yoongi pulls at jimin's hand - jimin whimpering at the sudden loss - took off his pants and poured lube in his hand, slicking his swollen cock up before lining it up with jimin's ass. he pushes the head in slowly, pausing to let jimin get used to it. when jimin makes a small noise, yoongi pushes the whole length in, letting out a moan. the tightness was unbearable, the heat around his dick make him close to coming at that very moment. he looked down at jimin. he was undone, covered in sweat, hair messy.

"hurry up and fuck me," jimin mumbles, and yoongi laughs. he pulls out and jimin shuddered before he thrusts back inside hard. yoongi fucks him at a slow pace and jimin reaches to touch his own cock, but is denied when yoongi growls, "who said you could touch yourself?"

yoongi grabbed jimin's legs up onto his shoulders and thrusts deep, fast into him. jimin is moaning and repeating "hyung, hyung hyung" over and over. eventually, jimin comes erratically all over his stomach, cock twitching as the white liquid seeps out. yoongi rides out his orgasm, coming inside jimin. he pulls his soft cock out, letting his cum drip out of jimin's stretched hole and watching in slight interest. yoongi lays down on top of jimin and a few minutes of mutual panting goes by before one of them speaks up.

"i'm not cleaning this up," jimin says. "also," he begins slowly, "is it just me, or did namjoon's snoring stop?"

before yoongi can say anything back, the living room lights suddenly turn on.