Yoonmin Oneshots

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It wasn't too early. Well not to Jimin, but to Yoongi it was way too f*****g early.

Yoongi wasn't to keen on the whole idea of early workouts, just anything early In the morning.

Hands stuffed in his jacket pockets he watched his breath crystallize into the 5:00am air. "C'mon hyung please walk faster!" Jimin called aloud, a fair distance away from Yoongi. He was basically jogging to the gym and Yoongi, slowly, followed behind him.

And to think this was all Jimin's fault in the first place.

Jin had just prepared dinner and Yoongi wasn't coming out of his room. Everybody did their share, Hoseok started cleaning the dirty pots and Jimin started to lay down utensils, while the other members filled their bowls. "Aish, is this guy serious?" Jin scowled, "Huh, what Yoongi hyung?" Jimin giggled as he spoke. "Don't laugh! Hyung makes all this great food and Yoongi is still stuck in that studio" Taehyung shouted from the dining room. "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm going to fetch him from there" Jimin began stalking towards the studio.

Yoongi knew it was wrong to think about one of his members like this - especially like this, with his right hand buried deep inside his sweatpants, stroking his erection with tight grip - but it was difficult not to when his mind was flooded with pictures of Jimin's sweat slicked body moving around the stage.

He's done this so many times before it's almost too easy to picture himself on his knees in front of Jimin. To pretend his thumb is brushing over Jimin's leaking tip and sucking the appendage into his mouth, lapping the sweet taste of the youngers sweat with his tongue. If Min Yoongi had any shame, he'd feel embarrassed about this. But that as it may, he realized a long time ago that his dirty little fantasies didn't hurt anyone, and there was nothing wrong about them.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and began pumping the erection in his fist in the rhythm of the song that played in the background of Jimin's fancam. The last thing he wanted was to get caught, especially when he jacked off to videos of Park Jimin being a f*****g little s**t.

Yoongi bucked his hips up involuntarily, breathy little moans of pleasure spilling through his teeth, eyes watching wearily as Jimin danced and shook his slender hips to the camera, hands shamelessly roaming his body like it was made for only Yoongi's eyes. The hand around his aching member was rubbing carelessly now; thighs trembling, toes curling as his stomach clenched with the warning that he was close.

Seeing Jimin's tongue peek out of his mouth for the third sent him in a delirium - he pumped faster, griped harder until it almost ached. The heat inside his abdomen churned and it distracted him from trying to be quiet. He came with a pained whisper of Jimin's name rolling off his tongue just as the video finished. He rode out his orgasm, prolonging it as long as possible, white strings of come painting his pale stomach. '"Fuh-f**k, Jimin".

The video looped and started to play again. He paused it by hitting space on the computer keyboard, breathless and with a racing heart. he felt as if he'd just ran a marathon, not jerked off to the thought of his bandmate.

conveniently, there was a roll of toilet paper next to the keyboard -there is an unspoken rule about always keeping one within reach in the studio for obvious reasons- and he wipes himself clean, throwing the dirtied tissue into the trash bin next to his feet.

"Hyung do you have the key card to get into the gym?" Jimin asks as he searches through his large gym bag. Yoongi searches his own bag, pats down his jacket and takes the card out of one of the smaller pockets. "Great!" Jimin smiles brightly and walks up the stairs towards the gym equipment. "How can you smile when it's so early in the morning?" Yoongi questions with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. "You know, kookie usually does his own thing when he comes with me to the gym, so I'm quite lonely while working out and I've always thought helping you and stuff wouldn't be as boring.." Jimin blushes slightly then playfully slaps the elder's stomach. "Let's go hyung!"

Jimin acted as if his hand was cemented to his mouth as he watched Yoongi jerk off to a fancam video of him. His hand was held steady on the doorknob as he tried to prevent the creaking from the door being opened any further. But was proven difficult because of the growing warmth in his groin. He wanted to palm at it so bad but couldn't risk any sounds coming out of his mouth.

It really began to hit Jimin when Yoongi's orgasm had his hips contracting as he rutted up into his hand. Consumed by all the pleasure Yoongi began to make strangled hiccup-like noises that had Jimin wheezing into his hand, his c**k was throbbing so hard he could feel it pulsing against his jeans but didn't dare to touch himself.

Jimin watched Yoongi with clouded vision, the older had finished cleaning up and clearing the tabs on his laptop. Jimin was burning up quite literally, he felt as if he was going to drop to his knees. He soundlessly closed the door and took a deep breath. "Hyung.."

"Jimin?", Jimin came up mid-crunch tilting his head sideways to look at Yoongi, "Yes hyung?" Yoongi stood up from the mat beside Jimin, looked around and pouted. "Well I was forced to come with you for a reason so can you please show me how to use some of this gym stuff?"

"Maybe I shouldn't of brought you with me" Jimin grins while he wipes the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, Yoongi's mouth falls open slightly but to a certain degree. "Well, what are you waiting for c'mon,"

"Ok, this is called a leg press, this will help you get a little more..muscle.. on those thighs and calves of yours." Yoongi walks around to the other side of the machine to get on it, putting the weight limit at 40. He hears Jimin snickering from beside him and just gazed forward to roll his eyes. He begins to push outwards but comes back inwards with too much force and no control at all. Jimin furrows his brows, "No, no hyung what are you doing."

He shews at Yoongi and gets on the machine putting the weight limit at 80. He begins thrusting. Outwards, inwards, outwards. So hard he grunts every time he releases his breath, calves tensing and sweat starting to collect on his thighs. "Nngh- You get it now?" Jimin pants while he brushes his bangs out of his face. Yoongi gulps hard as he nods incoherently.

"Hyung.." Jimin spoke softly. He could here the male on the other side rush to gain his composure. The door flung open, "Yes?" Yoongi said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just jerked off to the guy standing right in front of him. "Y-you know it's dinner time right? Jin hyung is pretty pissed you're late..what were your even doing?" Jimin asked intentionally, even though he knew the answer he only asked out of pure amusement. "Uhm, You know the usual working overtime on our songs". It took all of Jimin to not laugh at that.

"You know," Namjoon scrunched his face up "Since I'm the leader I declare some change". Everybody sat silently slurping up the noodles from their soup. "Yoongi, ever since our comeback you've been in the studio 24/7, and when you're not it's because of schedules, so for at least month or so you gotta go get some exercise man" Namjoon declared.

"To hell with that leader bullshit I'm not going" Yoongi glared at him. "Oh? Do you want to eat for the next month? You know how loyal Jinnie is to me" He flashed a smile jin's way. "Namjoon! I'm not gonna starve him!" Jin deprecated. "Pfft, fine, just..Ok Yoongi will have to get up with Jimin every morning" He stated. Everybody around the table glanced at Jimin. He felt himself blush deeply, "I wouldn't mind! I mean it could be fun I guess." Jimin nodded his head and glanced away shyly.

Jimin looked Yoongi up and down, "hmm, come with me" Jimin licked his lips playfully. He guided the older over to the long pulley machine, "ok, this is called a long pulley row, this will work out the center of your back muscles, ok?" Jimin instructed.  Yoongi continued to stand in his place like he didn't hear a word Jimin said. "Ok...do you want me to show- ok I'll just show you."

Jimin climbed onto the machine taking the V shaped pulley into both of his small hands. He began pulling outwards and at this point he's thinking he's the one doing all the exercise instead of Yoongi, but Jimin knows exactly what's happening and can feel the elder boy's eyes plastered to him.

A smirk started to appear on Yoongi's face, his foot started to rapidly tap on the gym floor like he couldn't stay still. He couldn't ignore how beautifully sexy Jimin looked, his body glistened under the gym lights, his damp bangs proceeded to fall into his face and his whole body flexed whenever he'd pull the weight attached to the pulley. "Yoongi.." Jimin grunted, "Y-Yes?", "Your turn" Jimin smirked devilishly.

Nobody knew about the swarm of butterflies in Yoongi's stomach. Seeing Jimin's video's turned him on enough. But now he's forced to see it in action in person. The very thought made him grow hard, his thoughts were so dirty he could probably just come in his pants right there and then- "I think I'm going to go to my room I don't feel so well" Jimin interjected his thoughts and left the table before Yoongi could beat him to it.

Jimin opened Yoongi's laptop and pressed the power button. *Enter Password* "s**t" Jimin thought instantly. After a few minutes of just thinking the answer came to him. "Swag" *Logging in*, Jimin giggled silently then opened a window immediately searching through Yoongi's history. Jimin gasp "hyung...". The elders history consisted of mostly Jimin's fancams Mnet -mostly because those were the best quality ones- and just different compilations of the younger. 

All these questions were going through his mind like how long had this been going on for and why? Jimin didn't get what was so special about himself, boys and girls fawned over him all the time and would even tell him how perfect he is, but he just couldn't believe it himself.

Yoongi always had a soft spot for Jimin and that would show a lot, especially in all the "yoonmin" ship videos he'd watch out of pure boredom. But it's different now because maybe Yoongi did all that skinship because he liked Jimin and it wasn't all fake? "This is ridiculous" Jimin chided himself as he walked out of the studio shaking his head to get these thoughts out of his mind.

Jimin walked across the gym to pick up two barbells that are good enough for his weight. Yoongi has given up on trying to use anymore machines, just seeing Jimin right now makes his heart beat irregular because its seems to Yoongi that Jimin is clearly pushing himself on purpose. Yoongi is doing sit ups but his view is still on Jimin who is doing lunges across the gym, tank top sticking to his chest and mouth falling open in exhaustion.

Yoongi couldn't control himself anymore as he stood up to go to the locker room, hands in front of his groin to hide his painfully obvious erection.

"Hyung where are you going?" Jimin stops doing whatever he's doing to look at the boy in front of him. "U-uh I think I'm gonna get ready to leave", "oh ok maybe I should get ready t-" "no! It's fine" Yoongi interrupts and walked down towards the change room. Jimin knows exactly what he's doing and grinned almost malevolently to himself and continues to do his lunges.

Not even ten minutes later Jimin gathers his stuff and heads to the change room only to stop outside of it. He inhales and then exhales when he enters the room, Yoongi doesn't say anything he only continues to undress and so does Jimin.

"Jimin-ah, did you touch yourself when you saw me yesterday?" Yoongi asked casually, "w-what do you mean?" Jimin choked in shock. "you forgot to log off of my computer...idiot.." Yoongi smirked. Jimin swallowed hard and just scratched the back of his nape, Still standing there they are both at looking at one another, Yoongi licks his lips at the view of Jimin's sweat covered body.

"Come here." Yoongi snaps the s****l tension, and Jimin moves so fast that he's almost a blur. Their lips crash together and Yoongi pushes till Jimin's head hits the metal locker, hands coming down to press on either side of Yoongi's hips.

Yoongi licks across Jimin's lips and the younger opens his mouth, letting the elder in, and a moan resonates up his throat as his hands struggle to find purchase on Yoongi. It's hot, and messy, and Jimin feels like he's going to burst when Yoongi nips his bottom lip. "You f*****g tease" Yoongi breathes against Jimin's mouth.

Yoongi pulls back and a hand comes up to yank at the collar of Jimin's white tank top, exposing the youngers' collarbones and caramel skin. "H-hyung..I'm all sweaty we should go to the showers.." Jimin whimpers under Yoongi's hold. "No..I like it like this.." Yoongi leans in and nips across it, hard enough that there's indentations of his teeth before soothing across the angry looking skin with his tongue savouring the sweet taste of the boy in front of him. "f**k" Jimin moans, the feeling of Yoongi's tongue delicately lapping against his neck has his knees buckling beneath him.

But Yoongi is moving again, easily pulling Jimin's tank up and over his head, he leans down and licks a stripe across Jimin's n*****s. Jimin whines under his touch and arches up, body shuddering. His hands clench into Yoongi's shoulders, fingers pressing painfully into them.

Yoongi continues on his way. He licks down Jimin's torso, leaving a shining stripe of saliva in his wake. He circles around Yoongi's navel, hearing Jimin's moans raise in pitch and now Jimin is trying to push him away, the contact being too much for him. "Oh god, Jimin you taste so good, better than expected" Yoongi pants over Jimin.

But Yoongi doesn't ease off, flexible tongue dipping into Jimin's navel before moving on to nip and lick across the soft skin below. It makes Jimin rut up, hips rolling, and Yoongi has to hold his thin hips down to stop Jimin from moving too much.

The blond smirks against Jimin's skin as his fingers curl into the waistband of the younger's gym shorts, deftly pulling them down with one hand. From there Yoongi bends down and makes work of mouthing across Jimin's light blue briefs, feeling the younger's member twitch under the material. As much as he would love to make Jimin beg for it, to watch him come undone under his touch, he himself is impatient and wants to taste the younger even more. "H-hyung hurry! We don't have much time until more people start coming" Jimin whines.

Yoongi quickly pulls Jimin's briefs down. From there his long fingers go to stroke Jimin's c**k, tugging at it and watching as the younger's hips buck up and Jimin's head rolled back with a blissed out expression on his face.

"Yuh-Yoongi" Jimin moaned and Yoongi looked up from his place in the ground "Mhm?" Yoongi was entirely to focused on pleasing Jimin. "To answer your question earlier...I-I didn't touch muh-myself even though I was s-so hard", Yoongi's mouth fell open in awe "Jimin-ah..you are so f*****g hot" Yoongi praised.

Yoongi leans down and wrap his lips around Jimin's member, hallowing his cheeks and feeling the younger's c**k twitch. What he couldn't reach was thrusted in his hand, but has he warmed up he knew he'd be able to get down further.

Jimin groans and watches with lidded eyes as Yoongi sucks him off, fingers curling in the blonde's hair. Even more sweat started to cling to his skin, making him feel damp all over. As Yoongi worked, his member pressed hard against his gym shorts creating an invisible tent. Soon Yoongi took his hand away to sink lower down on Jimin's c**k. While taking hold of his own member he hummed, hearing Jimin moan, and nearly choked when Jimin flicked his hips up.

Jimin began moans began more erratic, Yoongi taking in as much of him as he could. Yoongi was pumping himself so fast and hard, and Jimin's swearing just made it worse. "f**k hyung, harder,please!"

And Yoongi complied, hallowing his cheeks and bobbing his head faster. Jimin's c**k hits the back of his throat and this time he did choke, nearly gagging, making him tug on his own member. having pull back a bit but it only lasted a second because then Jimin was thrusting his hips up.

Yoongi let him f**k his mouth, nose pressed into Jimin's skin, his hands came up to dig into Jimin's thighs while tears brimmed at the corners of his eyes and nails nearly breaking the skin. Yoongi moaned again feeling himself come closer to release, he didn't know Jimin could be so ruff like this, moving his hips with more ferocity. Sweat was clinging to his stomach now too, pooling in his collarbones.

From there Yoongi sunk right down again, letting Jimin's member just rest against the back of his throat as he hums before pulling back up and repeating the movement. Yoongi was jerking himself off furiously now.

Every time Jimin's member hit the back of Yoongi's throat and tingle of pleasure ran up Jimin's spine, heat pooling in his gut and his crotch. He was embarrassed that he was so close, but he couldn't find a f**k to give when he looks down and see's Yoongi's pink lips stretched around his c**k.

"Yoongi, I'm close," Jimin's moan is guttural, his starts to speak unintelligible words and Yoongi groans because he is close as well. "f**k, I'm really close, holy s**t" Jimin cries.

It was too much and Jimin's body erupted in tingles, his hips slamming back against the locker. "Yoongi!" he sobbed as he came, shuddering and writhing. His body arched and curled in on himself as his orgasm wracked through his small frame, seeing white behind his eyes.

The feeling of Jimin's come filling his mouth made Yoongi's hands tighten on the younger's hips, there would be bruises there for days. He pulled off Jimin's member, his mouth fell open at some point and his head lolled back, eyes screwed shut as he straightened up. His thighs trembled, contracting and relaxing, and his knees hurt but he kept milking Jimin and himself as the pleasure coursing through his veins rose higher and higher until he came with a shout.

"f**k! Jimin-" He sobbed as he shuddered forwards, collapsing against Jimin. He sucked Jimin dry and savored his taste because he's always wanted to experience his Jimin-ah's flavor. Jimin slowly slides down to ground level leaning against Yoongi's shoulder.

They were absolutely drenched, sweat dripping off of their noses, their forehead, and settling on their skin to the point where they felt clammy from being in the steamy change room.

"Yoongi hyung! I'm going to the showers, come with me because we should get out of here before people start arriving!" Jimin slowly got up -noticeably weak from his recent orgasm- and Yoongi got up as well, knees cracking from the stretch. Their shower time was full of giggles and kisses and Yoongi thinks maybe the next month won't be so bad after all