A/N: 18+ Mature Themes (Sexual Content) Ahead - UNEDITED

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Yoongi looked over at his manager that sat in the front of the large car with the driver. The authoritative man seemed to be glaring at Yoongi's hesitant form that sat uneasy in the back seat. "Yoongi-ah, you aren't second guessing your decision, right?"

Yoongi smiled nervous. He had been a pain living with his manager and friend for the past week. At this point, he was starting to be kicked back out since everything at the dorm had settled and there was no "immediate threat" present. That only meant for Yoongi to be back and in his own bedroom instead of intruding someone else's space. So, the member agreed after a sit-down with staff and he was back. Well, on his way back.

A few more blocks and he'd be home to the boys instead of seeing them at the building separately.

"No of course not."

"Good," the manager sighed, staring forward, "Again, there's nothing to worry about."

Yoongi nodded, staring out his window.

"I'm sure there's nothing new to see now, I should be calming down." Yoongi smiled a little to himself, ready to face the reality in the dorm.

"Exactly," the manager chuckled out, "There's nothing you can walk in on to traumatize you further at this point..."

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You smiled while making out with Jimin, biting his bottom lip with a drag in order to hear him grunt below you. Both on the couch, trying to be silent but failing, your hips worked to tease his pants that grew tighter the more you edged your pelvis in a dance.

His lips would twitch against yours often and yours would against his. Jimin was aroused from the way you moved on his lap, grinding all while trying to unclothe him from below his waist. Your hands leaned towards untightening the knot of his pajama pants, elbows leaning on his abdomen as you took control while hovering over him.

Your constant nibble on his bottom lip made him want to edge for dominance himself as he bit you back, growling a little from the back of his throat as his hands clasped your hips instead of the couch below him. Gripping and creating dents in your skin with the force he used, the skin at your obliques caved in around his hands as he took control over how fast or rough your hips moved.

Your breath waved around at his mouth at that, making your heart successfully leap out at this point. Gah, that was so hot, you moaned internally, staring at him take the little control he had underneath you as he arched his head and tried to sit up by momentarily starting to mark the crook of your neck.

You squirmed from the tickling feeling at your neck, mouth opening to interrupt your giggle to a scratched moan. Hugging his shoulders close to you for a moment, your cunning smile over how great he made you feel grew when you took his chest roughly with your hands again and pushed him down. Jimin's head plumped onto the couch's surface a second time and there was irritation in his eyes but that only aroused you as you let your mouth engulf his again.

Mouths fighting for dominance and hands grabbing each other with a quickened haste and annoyance, there was a sense of delicacy that was missing. Jimin's hands were back at your hips and you allowed your fingers to guide him away from where he gripped to your chest. His cheeks flushed and grew hot as you kissed him down, but he slowly responded to the touch as his palms moved in circles to lightly massage your breast while making out.

To the outside world, Jimin was laying deep on a couch, one hand gripping air while the other moved in circles. When his other hand gave up on your hips and moved to take hold of your other breast, you stifled in a whimper and he grinned by your lips. In his mind he was smug, on the exterior, he looked like a cat trying to play with a yarn ball that wasn't visible to the normal eye.

Moving your hands away from tugging at his messy hair, you allowed for you fingers to claw over his hands, helping him move at your chest. Taking his hands into yours, he sat up again and you allowed him too, too far into his sweet kisses to notice or playfully push him down again.

Jimin's hands moved away from yours with hesitation, fingers playing to the bottoms of his loose shirt. With the help of your sudden eager touch that realized his thinking, you got his skin naked and out as he pulled out from his shirt and tossed it past the coffee table. You smiled, matching his before nuzzling your nose with his and capturing his lips more tenderly now.

You allowed your hands to move over every muscle you could note or feel while he continued to bravely take hold of your breasts again, no longer afraid or hesitant to touch you as Jimin explored just as much as you did in this moment.

You couldn't hold back moans anymore. He marked your skin and that was enough to make you grow hotter and hotter as time pasted grinding on his wakening pelvis. You could feel him between your legs hard and that only made your heart flutter with want to feel in for real. But you couldn't move or take control, letting him grab you places you hadn't been touched in a while, having him kiss your skin that looked brighter with life the more Jimin had his way. Hugging his shoulder and dipping your forehead to his shoulder, your breathing hitched in discomfort, bites turning to bruises quick.

His hands moved away from your chest, lingering by the edges of your BTS merch shirt you had been in since you died. This is what you had been hit in, and this ripped material shirt was all you knew. A lot had stayed similar since you had been hit, but you were just glad having a period didn't follow you in the condition you were in now. That would've made you felt embarrassed to even be straddling the idol for too long. Dodged a bullet there!

Shivering when the shirt was taken off you, you felt warmer ironically, slightly shy as you moved your arms in and watched him pull the shirt away from around you and close to his with his tossing. Your breath hitched, in your bra and bare skin cleaner than ever now that the shirt was off. Feeling the boy's lips start to hastily maneuver around the edges of your bra, the straps and cups he sucked around and his head swooped lower underneath the hold, moving his tongue down to your abdomen as your back arched back on his lap.

"Jimin," you cooed, hands in his hair.

Your shirt on the ground was visible. It was no longer hidden. Away from your body, away from contact with you, the ripped shirt was suddenly available to be seen by the outside world around you. You didn't notice this information as Jimin made you fall back with moans.

Feeling him ducking his head down to get closer to your belly button, you pulled his head up by his hair and found his lips with a soft smile. Whimpering, you kissed him, hugging him completely and having your partially naked torso hug his tight. He leaned back willingly now, hugging and rubbing your back as he traced your spine with his fingers.

Cushioned head on the pillow, Jimin let his eyes shut tight, feeling you start to mark and kiss his skin now. Neck, collar, pecks, and slowly licking down to his abs, you didn't stop, grinning at the grunts and moans he tried to hold back but failed in doing so. Jimin's hands lamely held your hair that was messily sat at your head. The more you moved down, the more he lost control of himself.

Your hands moved to shuffle the ends of his pajamas down from his waist, your teeth nipping the skin by his hip bone gently causing him to grunt your name gently. You giggled, moving to come face-to-face with his hardened cock that poked out from his clothing the minute you tampered with the waistline.

Cheeks puckering in for air, your lips fit perfectly around him and Jimin's chest heaved, his head arching over to watch you with red cheeks. He twitched, slightly hesitant but you were already serving a tight hold with your mouth onto his average size. You didn't ease into it, not even with a tease of a flick or swirl with your tongue as you went straight in.

(a/n: I am laughing so hard while writing this* my baby brother is literally doing his math homework next to me and my ass over here fUcK)

Jimin swore, head falling back onto the couch cushion hard. He tried to pull at your hair, but you gently held his hand that didn't know what to grab, your head bobbing as you tasted the weirdly satisfying skin that seemed to never have been touched by another before. You made him feel what he was missing, wet and warm lips creating a home for his cock within your mouth.

"Y/N," he moans out. You go deeper, mouth full of him and faster with your strokes.

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"Y/N."

Yoongi heard a weird sound form a whimper-like grunt. Ending the home quietly as he shot the door, the man felt himself grow familiar to the sounds but didn't understand why a possible porno might be playing so early in the dorm. Moving past the kitchen with his boot, he went to the living room where the noises of a single man seemed to heighten.

Once he turned the corner, Yoongi's eyes went wide, his mouth opens so fast. There he saw, Jimin on the couch, twitching and squirming as his torso was out and his dick was flapping around in the air as if it had a mind of its own. He visibly saw Jimin grunting, moaning, and cursing under his breath. "Y/N," Jimin grunts again before cursing hard.

Yoongi screams.
He screams loud.

"JIMIN-AHHHHHHHH!"

Distressed and feeling as if he was further thrown into a traumatic moment, Yoongi ran fast into the hallway, making the loudest of noises.

"WHY ME?" Yoongi continued to scream.

Everyone jolted awake and joined the disturbed man out of breath in the hallways. Yoongi's hand shook, his finger barely pointing straight as he guided them in the direction of the hallways end.

Jimin and you jolted in fright when hearing the scream. Jimin's eyes shot open so fast, your mouth moving away from him so fast you fell off the couch. Jimin was up so fast it made it look like he had the powers. You sat on the ground, grabbing a pillow to hug at your chest as you stared in horror at where Yoongi once stood.

Jimin was struggling with putting his pants on, redder than ever and heart racing out of fright over what Yoongi had just witnessed. In more horror than he has ever been, Jimin didn't know it could be beat but was proven wrong when numerous other bodies came running into the room, looking for some sort of danger.

What they saw instead was Jimin, practically naked and his pajama pants barely hugging his waist as he held it up.

Jimin stepped towards them, one of his hands out as the other held his pants together. "I-I can explain-"

"JIMIN SHUT UP!" Yoongi's voice muffled in a scream from the hallway still. The man was too horrified over what he had seen to come out with the other boys.

Taehyung was the one to spot your shirt next to Jimin's by the corner. He was shocked at first but then he slowly had everything hit him as well as the others that slowly noticed your visible shirt. You followed their eyes and were shocked over seeing your shirt as well. You were a blushing mess. You didn't say a word. Screaming on the insides for more embarrassing reasons rather than arousing and hot reasons you had previously shared with Jimin.

"No hyung," Jungkook said, horrified as he moved to join Yoongi in the hallway, "Please don't. We've painted ourselves a picture." Jungkook left so fast.

"W-Wait, I-" Jimin stopped when Namjoon awkwardly pointed at his pants.

Jimin glanced down.

His pants were on and hugging his waist more and more, but one thing he forgot to hide and include in his haste decision to re-clothe himself. Jimin's dick was still out, pointing out fierce over at the members. Seeing this, Jimin panicked and cupped himself with both hands. As he did, his pants fell and he shut his eyes, defeated as they tangled at his ankles.

Jin left without a word, eyes wide. Hoseok was trying not to laugh as he followed him. Namjoon and Taehyung stayed behind, both just in awe as they made the entire situation more awkward.

"Remind me to never sit on that couch again," Taehyung whispered over to Namjoon.