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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Don’t You Want A Taste?…

“Why do you love me?” He asks awkwardly while watching you decorate the chocolate cake for tonight’s party.

“Whoa!… who said anything about, I mean what makes you think I love you?” You joke.

He looks down at the floor and scratches his head stuttering… “you erm we… well I… I mean… wait! what?”

He looks up to check your facial expression and catches your smile.

“Oh!… you little shit!” He says jumping off his stool, he chases you round the kitchen island… while you point the spatula at him like a sword!

You run round it a couple of times before you cave, desperate for him to catch you. Just as his hands grab you round the waist from behind pulling you in to him.

One hand sliding into your half buttoned over sized shirt and cupping your breast, gently kneading it and the other hand is straight between your legs, his fingers working their magic rubbing in all the right places.

You slowly grind against him resting your head on his shoulder, while he plants delicate kisses from the back of your ear down to the nape of your neck.

He’s just too good, you moan into his ear. This only encourages him, he slowly turns you round to face him, pushing you back against the kitchen work top and grabbing your arse.

You patiently wait for his lips on yours, only to open your eyes and be met with his confused facial expression staring back at you.

It isnt long until you too share the same expression.

“What the hell?” You both gasp!

Yoongi has chocolate frosting smeared on one side of his cheek and under his jawline and you now have it down the nape of your neck leaving a trail of his kisses on you from only moments ago.

You look down to your hands and realise you’re still holding onto the chocolate covered spatula.

You both burst out laughing!

Smiling you offer him the spatula like a lollipop.

Yoongi can’t take his eyes off you as you both lean in for a lick. He quickly grabs the spatula out of the way and replaces it with his lips, kissing you hard he almost takes your breath away, pulling you into him as if weren’t already close enough.

He slowly stops, letting you up for air and gently starts to seductively lick at the chocolate smeared on your cheek and neck.

A little smile forming at the side of his mouth as he’s reminded of how confused you both were earlier.

“Stop it! Your smile is distracting!” you smile

“I can’t help it! You looked so confused”

“I did?!” You gasp.

“You should have seen your face!… Here, let me clean you up.”

You take his face in one hand and grab the kitchen towel with the other.

He pouts… “Don’t you want a taste?”

Such a flirt how can you resist?

You jokingly over exaggerate licking your lips and start to slowly kiss and lick the chocolate from his jawline.

Turns out you can’t resist him and your kisses slowly move to the corner of his lips, lightly pecking them moving on to his bottom lip, nibbling it teasing him to open his mouth with your tongue.

He obliges, kissing you hard as he grabs hold of your ass and lifts you up on to the work top.

Your legs wrapped around his waist while his kisses get deeper and more needy.

Thrusting yourselves against each other, he grabs at your shirt lifting it from under your arse. You undo his belt buckle and fumble at the button of his jeans finally pulling them down enough so you can grab hold of his peach of an arse, digging your nails into it.

You moan as he rubs his crotch against you, you run your fingers through his long hair. He pulls open your shirt and your boobs pop out and his mouth is on them in an instant.

You can’t bear it anymore you need him inside you now!

“Yoon… please, I need you…”

You’re interrupted by a light buzzing against your thigh, confusion across your face again and Yoongi pauses as he felt it too.

You both look down at the crotch of his jeans and he vibrates again!

You both look up at each other.

“Nooo!” You cry… “please not now”

“No, no, no fuck no” Yoongi pleads…

“Wait! Is it my work phone or my own phone, what time is it?… Shiiiitt!”

Frantically padding at his pockets he grabs his phone… shouting “fuuuuck!” When he sees who’s calling and the time!

He’s supposed to be working from home and has an online meeting with Bang and an artist he will be collaborating with.

“I’m sorry!… I’m so sorry!” He pleads to you trying to pull his jeans back over his erection, kissing you while fixing his hair and adjusting his t-shirt.

You tip your head back and let out a frustrated moan…

“Hi”…. “Yeah sorry Boss, we’ve been having internet connection issues, I’m just getting logged back on now. I’m so sorry for keeping you both waiting”

His eyes pleading with you as you’re left sitting in the same position he left you in.

Tits out, a couple of buttons still fastened on your shirt, legs spread open and a space where Yoongi should be.

Turns out trying to rush to get ready for an online meeting with an erection is very difficult and the longer he looks at you sat there the less chance he has of it calming down.

Yoongi is flustered to fuck heading into his studio, he daren’t look back at you, fighting the urge to rip your shirt off and fuck you senseless.

Who thinks to check the time in the heat of the moment? If you had, you would have realised you were cutting it fine, you only had just over an hour before you had to finish the cake and be at the party.

Pissed off and horny, you hop from the work top.

Start disinfecting the benches and cleaning the spatula, laughing to yourself at the state of you both.

Yoongi would be locked in the meeting for a good while yet. You add the finishing touches to the cake and get yourself showered and ready for the party.

You head out cake in hand, leaving him a note under the spatula reminding him of the address for Jimin’s party, signing off with “I Spatula You ♥️”.

It would be an all nighter anyway so even if he manages an hour or two then Jimin would be happy.

You arrive to be greeted by the birthday boy, he’s over the moon with his birthday cake decorated with Purple Hearts and flowers as requested.

The drinks are flowing you’re having the best time with the guys and staff, checking your phone for text updates from Yoongi.

He messaged 20 minutes ago… “on my way, see you soon. I spatula you big time ♥️”

A big smile beams across your face.

It doesn’t go unnoticed.

Hobie asks what you’re smiling at and you explain “Let’s just say I had a lot of fun decorating the cake!”

He doesn’t get it but he smiles along with you.

Just then you feel hands wrap around your waist and the warmth of Yoongi’s lips on your neck and his body pressed against you.

You turn around to kiss him hello…

And again you have that confused look on your face putting your hand to your mouth.

“What?… what is it? What’s wrong?” He says

You start to laugh.

Hobie interrupts “Aaaaahh now I get it” and busts out laughing taking his phone out and snapping a pic of Yoongis face.

Getting pissed off he asks again “What?!”

“Yoongi my love, you’ve still got chocolate on your face!”

“What?”

Rubbing at the wrong cheek he’s getting flustered.

“Aaaaghhh! No way!” Stamping his feet as He shouts “Aaah! It makes sense now! No wonder Bang and Psy were looking at me weird throughout the meeting!, I must look like a total dick!”

Hugging him, you try to reassure him that it’s not that bad, “It’s not that noticeable” (a lie). He pouts and kisses you firmly on the lips.

“Hi” he says sounding a little defeated.

“Here, let me clean it off” you grab a serviette from the table and lick it ready to wipe his face. He pulls his head back and asks “Don’t you want a taste?” with his trademark smirk.

You laugh opting to clean it with the tissue instead, kissing him while you wipe.

As soon as his lips touch yours your mind races back to sitting on the work top with your legs wrapped around his waist. Clenching your thighs together feeling flustered and horny in the middle of a dance floor is not ideal, you pull away from him…

He pouts again… looking at your face trying to work out why the kiss didn’t go on for longer.

You whisper in his ear telling him how horny you are and if he doesn’t find somewhere secluded in the nightclub to fuck you in the next 5 mins and finish what he started then you’re going to the toilets and you’ll do it yourself.

He doesn’t need to be told twice… he grabs your wrist, his eyes frantically scanning the club, walking/looking for somewhere secluded.

Both the male and female toilets are on either side of the brightly lit bar there’s no way you can be that discreet.

He doesn’t have his car as you both arrived in taxis

“Yoongi, if this doesn’t happen in the next 5mins, I swear I’m going to have to go to the toilets, I can barely walk! I need you inside me now!”

Just as the words pass your lips JK walks by, he can read Yoongi’s face like a book and the fact that the last words he heard were “inside me now!”. He couldn’t help but laugh, pulling Yoongi to one side he points upstairs to the closed off curtained VIP booths.

You both practically sprint up the stairs, past caring if you’re discreet or not.

He flings open the curtains, it’s dimly lit perfect mood setting.

As soon as the curtains close his hands are on you, his fingers in your hair as he kisses you so desperately.

“Fuck” you moan into his mouth.

You’re grabbing at his belt buckle and fighting with that fucking jeans button again, he slides his hands up either thigh under your tight jersey dress looking for underwear to pull down, only to let out a moan of frustration realising again you weren’t wearing any.

He leans his head into your neck “you will be the death of me woman!” Gently biting your neck.

You paw at his jeans pushing them down further exposing his perfectly erect penis.

He gently moves you so your back is now rested against the pillar, hoisting your leg up and resting it on his hip he moves his hand to your pussy and starts rubbing small sensual circles…

“YOONGI AHH!” You shout… shocking yourself at the same time.

“No time for that. Please!!… FUCK! ME! NOW!”

He laughs and does as he’s told.

He positions himself perfectly and the relief you feel when he pushes himself inside you, filling you up you can’t help but let out a moan of total pleasure and you’re holding on to him for dear life.

He starts off slowly but as soon as your hands are on his arse and you’re pleading, whispering in his ear to “Fuck me hard” he starts hammering away.

Your hands are all over him ending up in his hair as you kiss him with total desperation. Both your legs are now round his waist as he picks up the pace.

He has one hand on the pillar for support and the other hooked on your arse and he’s fucking you with all he’s got.

The sounds he makes in your ear are driving you wild. He’s so fucking hot you’re not sure how much longer you can go.

He grabs hold of your arse with both hands and carry’s you over to the sofa, he sits and you straddle him sinking yourself back onto him without hesitation.

You both let out a moan as you slowly start thrusting on to him again. Picking up the pace as you both get back into the rhythm.

He pulls the top of your dress and the cups of your bra down, freeing your breasts as you bounce hard on his cock. He leans in licking, kissing at your nipples. You throw your head back as he keeps fucking you hard repeatedly hitting your g-spot, you feel the knot in your stomach ready to snap, he feels so fucking good.

You try to form words to tell him you’re close, just as he sucks a breath in through his teeth, his eyes close and he throws his head back on the sofa, he lets out an almighty satisfied “Aaaaggh” as you tighten yourself around him and continue to fuck him while he cums inside you.

Seconds later you join him, cursing as you cum, your body is on fire, you can barely feel your legs as he holds you tightly in place not wanting to let you go.

“Fuuuuuuuck me Yoongi!” You let out a sigh…

“I think I just did” he smiles.

You both lean in for a kiss his hands on your arse, then sliding slowly up your back and eventually in your hair as he kisses you slow and hard tugging at your hair a little. Your favourite kind of Yoongi kiss.

“Stoooop… or we’ll be here all night!”

You grab a handful of serviettes from the stand and clean yourselves up, a little unsteady on your feet. He helps adjust your boobs back in your bra, making sure you both look presentable. You’re going to need a minute before you can walk down the stairs again.

Grabbing his arse you leave the booth with a spring in your step!

“Do not under any circumstance make eye contact with JK” he says

You can’t help it, he’s the only one looking at you both with that mischievous smile on his face.

“Too late” you say laughing at JK’s expression as you rejoin the group. JK’s standing next to you with the same expression… you gently punch his gut telling him to stop, the last thing you need is the others in on it and winding you both up!

“OK!” shouts Jin… “Now that Y/N and Yoongi have finished having sex we can all sing Happy Birthday to Jimin”

You gasp and bury your head into Yoongis shoulder, there’s nothing either of you can do but laugh, hoping everyone swiftly moves on.

Fortunately Jin wasn’t as loud as he usually is and only the boys and a few staff gathered heard him over the music, they laugh not entirely sure if you have or haven’t just had sex.

Your face scarlet red, you sing Happy Birthday to Jimin, laughing as the boys turn into Opera singers near the end.

Yoongi pulls you close, kissing your cheek.

Jimin blows out the candles and makes his wish.

You move in to help him cut the cake, dishing it out to the boys and the team. Smiling while you bring a slice over to Yoongi.

He quickly swipes his finger in the frosting and smears it across his lips and asks… “Don’t you want a taste?”

You smile so hard, you feel like your heart is going to burst as you say…

“There… that’s why, that’s why I love you” as you pull him in for a kiss, both laughing as you smear the chocolate over each others mouths.

You’re thinking to yourself “How did I get so fucking lucky?”

Not knowing that he is thinking the exact same thing!

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Seven T’s…

“Aaaaaah my lover hath returned!” You declare loudly as you dramatically bow while opening the door to greet him…

You look up wondering why he’s so silent…

That’s because it’s the mailman with a stash of mail and not your boyfriend!

Red faced you laugh awkwardly “I’m so sorry, I thought you were…”

“Your lover?…” he laughs “I should be so lucky!”

“What’s going on here?” a deep voice interrupts.

“This must be him” laughs the mailman. “Can you sign for this one please? Ok, see you guys tomorrow… nice t-shirt by the way!”

“Erm should I be worried?” He asks grabbing your waist and pushing you through the door with him.

“About what?”

“You and the mailman? I hope you’re wearing something under that t shirt?”

“I have shorts on Grandpa!” You roll your eyes.

“Wait… what does it say on your t shirt?”

He turns you round and stretches your shirt out to see “Yoongi Marry Me!” in all its pink bedazzled glory!

“Ha ha! Yah!… what!?… wait is this your way of asking me?”

“No” you laugh “But… what would your answer be if I was?” you ask coyly

“Should I put my answer on a t shirt?” He leans in closer to you… stroking your hair behind your ear he whispers “I think you know exactly what my answer would be”.

He slowly kisses down your neck, then softly kisses your lips.

“It would be No!” he quickly grabs his bags and keys from the worktop and runs away down the hallway laughing.

“You fucker!” You laugh. “Fine!… Well next time I’m answering the door naked to the mail man!… Maybe he’ll love me!” You yell.

You hear footsteps thundering back down the hallway, with barely anytime to register he’s behind you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. His mouth pressed hard against your ear “I never said I didn’t love you…” he growls.

He flips you round to face him “Don’t make eye contact with that mail man ever again” he kisses you hard “You’re mine!”

“I’ll have you know, no one owns me!… I am a strong independ…. Oh fuck me…”. He’s interrupting you by gently sucking on your ear lobe, kissing down your neck then moving on to your lips…

“Mine” he whispers before kissing you passionately.

Then he leaves you and saunters back down the hallway yelling “MINE!”

“Holy shit… that man!“ you sigh. He has you frazzled. You can’t remember what it was you were doing before the knock at the door? You take a deep breath, pull yourself together and get back to preparing dinner. Your lips still tingling from his touch.

A little while later you shout “Dinners ready Yoongs!”

“Oooh looks good! Thank you for the food my love. Wait has it changed colour?”

“Eh?”

“The t-shirt?… it was pink before and now it’s blue!”

“Oh… no I’d slopped food on it so just changed it.”

“Jesus how many of them do you have?”

“One for every day of the week and in different colours!”

“Yah!” He yells

“Hush! Just let me be! They’re my comfort t-shirts. Shut up and eat your food.” You say eating your noodles.

He suddenly leans over to you, you offer your noodle laden chop sticks to him but he shakes his head no, then softly swipes his thumb across the corner of your mouth to remove some sauce and settles back down sucking his thumb clean.

You catch yourself gazing adoringly at him, wondering how did you get so lucky?

He catches your gaze…

“Wait, don’t move…” he says softly

“What?! Why? Have I got more food on my face?” You pat at your cheeks.

“No”

“Then what is it?”

“Just let me look at you”

You blush “Oh stop Yoongi!”

“How did I get so lucky?” he asks

“Shut up!… I was literally just thinking the same thing about you!” He leans over and kisses you hard, you drop your chop sticks in the bowl moving them to one side as he pulls you over on to his lap.

“I love you you know?…”

“I know” you say in between kisses.

“Please don’t flirt with the mailman anymore though” he mumbles laughing into your boobs.

“Shut up!” you laugh! “He’s about 70 years old!… although he does look good in uniform” you wink.

“Yah!” He grabs your waist, tickling and pulling you into him “Mine remember?” he whispers.

“All yours my love… all yours” you assure him.

“Let’s clean up and watch some TV”

“Sounds good” you agree.

It’s not long before you both dose off on the sofa, wrapped in each other instead of watching TV.

-

Weeks have passed and you have successfully resisted flirting with the mailman and you’re home after a busy and late day at work, fortunately it’s Yoongi’s turn to cook and you’re famished.

You start to enter the pin on the keypad but the door is quickly pulled open and Yoongi greets you, abruptly taking your coat and bag from you.

“Hi… is everything ok?” you ask.

“Yes fine, you’ve had a long day and your dinner is ready” he rushes you in.

“Good I’m starving!”

He walks behind you, his hands either side of your waist guiding you to the direction of the living room.

You turn to face him “What’s going on?”

He gently pushes you through the door. Your eyes scan the room and the floor, it’s covered with red and black rose petals scattered amongst giant lit candles.

You turn to him “I don’t understand?” You look down he’s on one knee, holding a ring in his hand outstretched to you. He puffs out his chest so you can see that he’s wearing a t-shirt bedazzled with “Y/N Marry Me?” across his chest.

You burst into tears “Is this really real?” You sob “Is it? Oh please let it be real?” You cry.

“It’s real my love” he wipes a tear from his cheek. “Will you be mine… for forever?”

You fall to your knees, grabbing his face you kiss him desperately “Oh Yoongi… you’ve made me so happy!” You cry.

“I love you Y/N” he cries scattering kisses all over your face. He slides the ring on your finger fitting perfectly.

“It’s beautiful Yoongi” you start to cry again. You stroke his chest with the “Y/N marry me?” across it “I love it!” You laugh.

“Here… these are for you…” he hands you a black box with a giant black ribbon. “They’re for when you’re officially my wife” he smiles.

There’s seven t-shirts all in different colours with the words “Yoongi Married Me!” across the chest.

“I can’t wait to wear them” you smile.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Call It…

“Bullshit…” You yell

“Eh?”

“I call bullshit!… there’s no way you don’t know what a simple gesture from you can do to a woman?”

“What do you mean!” He asks

“Don’t be so naive Yoongi” you moan

“There are cameras on you constantly, you can’t drink water without someone thinking it’s hot. You can’t pout without someone wanting to jump you! I should know!! I’m that someone!” You poke at your chest, a little too hard.

“So don’t play fucking coy thinking that licking your lips as a waitress brings your meal over isn’t going to get a reaction. The reaction will be me walking out and leaving you both to it!”

He leans in trying to take hold of your hand but you pull away.

“FUUUCK ME Y/N… I can’t make an innocent gesture without it being construed as being seductive or suggestive. I have no clue what the waitress even looked like… I know that my food looked good, I know my lips were dry… I licked my fucking lips Y/N, I just licked them” he sighs.

“Why are we doing this now? Who’s planted the seed of doubt, what’s making you think I want anyone but you?!”

“Here’s the seed of doubt… who’s that?!” Angry tears well in your eyes. You show him the article titled “BTS’s Suga - In Dating Scandal” with a very blurry photo attached.

It’s clearly him with his favourite embroidered bomber jacket, the picture was cropped from security footage so you could only see the two of them walking in what looked like an alleyway, with his hand on the girls arse.

“What the fuck?!” He exclaims “Well that’s obviously me but who the fuck is that” he squints at the picture.

“You tell me, she has long dark hair and you’re keeping her arse warm!”

“But I’ve never even… Wait, when and where is this supposed to have been taken?”

“2 Weeks ago near your HQ”

He scrunches his face and pouts taking a closer look.

“Is this a joke…” he asks

You can feel yourself getting more frustrated, you down your Soju.

“That’s you dickhead!” he laughs

“Don’t you dare..” You’re ready to flip your shit.

“Wait! Let me explain…” he holds up his hands in protest.

“WE! you and I… went to the cafe round the corner, you met me for lunch. WE ended up there for the rest of the day! That’s you drunk on Soju pretending to be Jimin with your cardigan over your head! Not some girl with black hair!… it’s you! He exclaims

“You were drunk and you said I had to take you out the back door because you didn’t want YOUR fans to see you like that!” He has a massive smile forming.

You snatch your phone out of his hand pinching and zooming in. Fuck! Sure enough it’s you, you can see that now, that’s your hair poking out the side of the cardigan, that’s your wrist tattoos and that’s your bag Yoongi’s carrying over his shoulder!

“Fuuuuuck” you feel your face flushing red. Your ears are burning. You fucking fool. You’ve done it again, you’ve let your own insecurities fuck you over.

He leans in to you wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.

You slope back and slowly try to slide down under the table to hide your face from the embarrassment. He stops you, laughing as he pulls you up to him. With one hand round your waist and the other in your hair and softly kisses your pout.

“When” he kisses your bottom lip

“Will you” he kisses your top lip

“Understand” he sucks at your bottom lip

“That I only” he pecks at your mouth

“Want you, nobody else” he kisses you hard, you grab hold of his face and kiss him passionately, your tongues brushing against each others. You move your fingers to his hair while his hand moves to your arse, grabbing it tight as your kisses get more fervent.

You come up for air “I’m sorry, I’m such an arsehole and I’m never drinking again”

“I call bullshit”… he smiles as he leans in kissing you harder.

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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Drama…

You’re sitting cosy on the sofa after a busy day at work, happily winding down getting your k drama fix.

You hear keys rattle as the door to your apartment opens and your boyfriend sighs heavily as he drops his bag and heads over to you on the sofa.

Standing behind you he whispers “Hello Lover” he leans over you searching for your lips. You tip your head back and pucker up “Hello my Love” you say as he plants a sloppy kiss, his lips covering yours.

“Mmmm I’ve missed you, come love me please” you pat the sofa next to you. He climbs over it from behind instead of walking around. Clambering on top of you and straddling your lap.

You laugh “I think there’s been a mix up, shouldn’t this be the other way round!”

“Nope, I have you where I want you” he tucks your hands under his knees, putting his hands either side of your face he kisses you softly. You try to move your hands but he won’t let you, he just kisses you harder.

“Let me touch you please?”

“Nope” he continues to kiss you.

“Aww stop it…” you whine.

He leans back, slowly stops kissing you as you lean into him to chase his lips.

“What are you watching?”

“A very frustrating KDrama” you pout

“Why’s it frustrating?”

“Well on this one there’s been 13 episodes of pure sexual tension, then when they’re eventually left alone together” you try wriggling your hands free “all he does is kiss her on the fucking forehead” He laughs at your frustration.

“Will you stop teasing and just let me touch you?” You complain

“I’m sorry” he laughs leaning in he plants a kiss on your forehead then heads into the kitchen.

“Are you kidding me!” you flop back on the sofa watching him smile at you from the kitchen. You stick your face in the sofa and let out a frustrated moan.

After a little while he comes back from the kitchen with some food for you both and sits down next to you. “Why do you watch them if they frustrate you so much?”

“I guess I’m just a sucker for a happy ending… well that and some of the kisses are worth the wait” you smile.

“What do mean?”

“Well theres Kim Soo-hyun he looks like a really good kisser… he doesn’t just press his lips to the female lead, he makes it look so passionate, it gave me butterflies”

You turn to look at Yoongi his mouth is open and his noodle laden chopsticks are hovering in front of him.

“What? What’s wrong?” You smile

“Sounds like you’ve been paying a lot of attention to Kim Soo-hyun scenes huh?!”

“Well yeah not just him though Park Hyung-sik looks like he’s a really good kisser too!” You run your fingers against your lips as Yoongi drops his chop sticks in his bowl in disgust.

“Yah!”

You’re startled then laugh nervously at his facial expression.

“This is what you’ve been doing? Perving on these guys when I’m not here!?, I thought you said the plot was good?”

You laugh “the plot is really good for this one but to be fair if there wasn’t a plot I’d still watch it with him in it!”

He turns to face you, a streak of jealousy in his eyes.

“Ok put one of these kisses on then? Let me see what all the fuss is about!”

“I’m just messing with you, you know how much I love kissing and I hate it when there isn’t a good kiss scene especially when there’s been such a big build up to it”

“No… lm not having it. Put it on, I need to see my competition”

“I can assure you there is No competition, I only have to think about kissing you and I’m turned on. Your kisses are the only ones I want”

He folds his arms in a huff…

“Ok, here watch this clip. I’m sure you’ll appreciate it too the female lead is stunning.” You hand him your phone

“Don’t care” he huffs

You play one of your many favourite scenes from Its Ok To Not Be Ok Ep 11.

You turn to watch Yoongi for his reaction. He’s watching it with the same concentration he has when reviewing one of his performances.

A whole 2:50 minutes pass by, you smile as he locks eyes with you and within a split second he pounces on you.

He kisses you hard, pushing you down into the sofa as he lays on top of you, pressing himself against you. He has one hand running up your thigh as his kisses get more intense.

You’re so turned on, you don’t know where to touch him first but you want him, all of him. You kiss him hard one hands under his t shirt and the other in his long hair, you pull him closer into you.

He can’t get enough of you, he kisses you deeper, your tongues gently brushing against each other’s. He sucks hard on your bottom lip, you whisper “Yoongi”

Then you both come up for air…

“Shit I needed that” he whispers

“See!” You shout “see what I mean?” That’s what these K Dramas do to you!” You laugh.

“I think I need to start paying more attention to the programmes you’re watching”

He leans in, you move your lips towards him craving another of his kisses, he gently caresses your cheek then kisses your forehead.

“Wait, what the?! Oh my god!… you are the worst tease!” You let out another frustrated moan.

“Never kiss me on my forehead again… unless you’re going to fuck me straight after”

“Ok”… he laughs as he takes the dishes back into the kitchen. He then turns and heads back to you, leaning in again he takes a hold of your face in his hands and softly kisses your forehead…

You let out a sigh and just as you’re about to complain, he holds his hand out to you and says “Come on then” biting his lip as he leads you to the bedroom.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Promises…

You slowly stretch under the covers letting out a satisfied moan…

You turn and see Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at you adoringly, smiling as he watches you stretch and trying his best to control himself after hearing you moan.

“Good morning lover…” He says planting a kiss firmly on your lips

“Mmmmmm” you moan as you stretch out again

“Please stop doing that”

“Eh? Doing what?” You say while stroking your fingers slowly up and down his back.

“Doing what…?” he laughs leaning in to you. “As if you don’t know, you sound so fucking sexy when you moan, I’ve been sat here at the edge of the bed for the past 10 minutes listening to you and trying to contain my erection”. You laugh “You should have woke me”

“I couldn’t because I’d be even later than I already am and when I want you, I’m not rushing my time with you” he smirks.

You clench your thighs together, his voice, his words, he could be reading out an instruction booklet for a toaster and you’d still be turned on.

“You need to get going then, you can’t be late because of me… the boys will be mad if you keep them waiting” you gently nudge him.

“Ok but when I get back tonight”… he smooches on your lips hard “I’ll help you make those noises again but not because you’re tired”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes it most definitely is” he kisses you on the cheek, then the other, your nose, your forehead then lastly he sucks hard on your bottom lip making you moan.

“Aaaagggh! Ok, I’m going!” he jumps up grabs his keys and bag turns to look back at you, biting his lip. He runs back to you and kisses you quickly.

“Aaagggh” he stamps his foot then darts out the door.

“Mmmmmmmmm Bye My Love!” You tease as the door closes behind him.

You turn over to Yoongi’s side of the bed, you still have half an hour before you need to start getting ready for work.

You hear the door unlock “What did you forget now!?” You call out, turning back over to see Yoongi hopping on one foot struggling to take his other shoe off, he runs towards you and jumps on the bed, you squeal with excitement.

“5 more minutes” he smirks while you wrap your legs around his waist and he starts kissing you slowly and passionately.

“Yoongi…” you whisper as he kisses down your neck “Mmmh” he responds

“You’ll get in trouble with the boys”

“Ssshhhh don’t you worry… I still have 1:38 minutes left” You haven’t made out like this in a while, kissing each other sloppily as your tongues brush against each other’s, your hands all over each other. You let out a little moan instantly apologising as it escapes. “Sorry, sorry. Ok now you have to go” you say lightly pushing him from you.

“Ok, ok!” He laughs, grabbing one more kiss

He opens the door pouting while he backs away.

“Love you” you both say in unison.

After a busy day at work you get home, it’s late and Yoongi still isn’t home.

As you change into your comfy clothes you get a text from him “My love I’m going to be late, I’m sorry but if I get this finished tonight we can have the weekend together. Please have something to eat, don’t wait up. Love you xx”

You let out a moan of frustration… it’s not unusual for Yoongi to be late getting home but you were looking forward to him keeping his promise, still at least you’ll have time together over the weekend.

You wake early the following morning. Looking over you see Yoongi sleeping peacefully next to you, he has one hand cupping your boob, one leg wrapped round you and the cutest little sleepy pout on his face. You didn’t hear him come home but you know he will be tired, you do your best to not disturb him so you slide out of his grip as he stirs and lets out a little moan. Now you understand why he sat on the bed listening to you make the same noises the morning before. He sounds so fucking hot.

You lean in and softly kiss his pout then turn to leave, his arm reaches out grabbing you round the waist, moaning “Good morning” he pulls you in close to him. You back yourself into him and he wraps himself around you.

“Aren’t you tired” you ask

“Yes but I need this more” he squeezes you in a little tighter

“Are you ok? Did work go ok?”

“Yes and no, work is good but busy… I’m feeling a little overwhelmed to be honest” he says quietly.

You turn yourself around to face him and comb your fingers through his hair, you kiss his cheek. “You’ve got a lot on, I need you to look after yourself please, is there anything I can do to help?” He pulls you in tighter and nuzzles his head into your neck kissing it softly.

“This helps” he says wrapping his leg over you.

You hold him tightly and continue to stroke your fingers through his hair while he dozes back off to sleep, moaning slightly as he drifts off, you bite your lip thinking about his promise.

You wake a couple of hours or so later to find him in the kitchen making coffee, a big smile spreads across his face as you walk towards him.

“Good afternoon lover” he shouts. You grab a hold of his face and kiss him hard, he leans in for more and you happily oblige. You can’t help but put your hands straight in his hair and pull him into you kissing each other slowly and passionately. He has his hand cradling your neck and the other on your arse, pulling you in to close what little gap there was between you.

Your kisses get more desperate as he sucks gently on your bottom lip (he knows what this does to you) and you can’t help but moan out.

“There you go again Y/N, I don’t think you know what it does to me”

“Trust me after this morning, I do” you laugh as you lean in to continue the kiss.

“I have a promise to keep…” he whispers

“I was worried you’d forgot”

“Never, I always keep my promise” he whispers pulling your underwear down, caressing your arse and kissing you harder. You continue to moan when you feel his crotch rub against you and he slides his hands underneath your t shirt, slowly massaging your breasts.

He lifts you and places you up on the counter top, you ease back while he kisses your breast then slowly moving his hand down to your pussy, he gently slides two fingers into you and you thrust against them. You take in a breath and almost forget to let it out, “You feel so good” you moan as he picks up the pace. You watch him bite his lip as you hold his wrist and start to thrust against him harder.

“Fuck Y/N” he moans

“Please Yoongi… I need more”

He doesn’t hesitate… he swaps his fingers for his perfectly erect cock, sliding into you gently while taking a few seconds so he can feel himself inside you. He sucks a breath in through his teeth as he starts to fuck you slowly but the more noise you make the harder he goes.

“Yoongi… I… I can’t take it. You feel so fucking good, yes right there… Oh god… please right there… mmmmm yes, yes!” His hands grip your arse tighter as he rams his hips against you. You feel so good when you tighten around him and he feels you arch yourself into him, you cry out again and he can barely contain himself. You both frantically fuck each other “Yoongi!” you cry out as you cum, he tips his head back as he follows you. You both slowly rock into each other and ride out the high of your orgasm together.

He has his head resting on your chest as he catches his breath. “Fuck Y/N… that was so fucking good” he sighs

“I’m so glad you always keep your promises” you laugh as you comb his hair back from his sweaty brow and run your fingers through his hair.

“Can I make another promise to you in advance… for tonight, tomorrow morning and the day after please?”

Mature Content

Over 18’s Only

Yoongi x Reader

Possessed…

“Hey what do you think I should I wear?” Your boyfriend asks.

“It doesn’t have to be anything too fancy it’s just a catch up with the boys make sure you’re comfortable”

He pulls out his black turtleneck.

“Nooope not that!” You laugh

“What, why? But you like this one…”

“There is no like with this turtleneck… there is only lust! I won’t get through the evening if I’m sitting next to you and you’re wearing that!” You explain.

“I don’t get it?” He pouts

“Oh my sweet sweet Yoongi!!… let’s just say it distracts me… it makes me hot, really hot… like it makes me want to rip your clothes off hot and do inappropriate things to you regardless of where we are kinda hot. It’s like I’m possessed!” you laugh.

“Ooh!… so you’re saying… I shouldn’t wear it?” He moves in closer and smooches your cheek.

“No, please… oh god… see I’m already sweating thinking about it and the cab will be here in 5mins”

“Have you got your outfit sorted?”

“Yeah, just wide leg trousers and my black shirt, the one that used to be yours” you wink.

“Mmmmh”

“Ok keep an eye out for the cab, I’ll just go get changed”

“It’s here!” he shouts while putting his coat on.

“Ok, ok” you rush round grabbing your bag hopping on one foot nearly tripping over your laces.

Fortunately it’s only a short cab ride to the restaurant so you’re only a couple of minutes late to meet the boys.

“Hiiiiii guys… is everyone ok?” you ask

“Here come sit by me y/n” Hobi taps the seat next to him. You sit and give him a peck on the cheek.

Yoongi takes the seat opposite you and flashes his trademark grin while sliding his coat off.

You gasp.

“You little shit!…” you whisper to him.

He laughs.

You blush.

“What’s with you guys?” asks Hobi.

“Oh nothing… I’m just a bit hot” you smile, fanning your cheeks with your hand.

He reaches his hand out to you from across the table… “I couldn’t resist… I’m sorry” he whispers while stroking the palm of your hand with his thumb.

“You will be…” you exclaim.

“Heeey can you guys not for like 5 mins” Hobi laughs...

You blush again…. “I need a drink”

You can’t take your eyes off of him and he knows it.

He takes a sip from his drink all the while his eyes are on you. He strokes his fingers round the collar of his jumper, rubbing his hands up and down his chest, smiling while he does it. He runs his fingers through his hair and adjusts his sweater all while staring straight at you.

It’s all too much for you.

“Excuse me guys I’m just going to the toilet”

You splash some water on your neck to cool off a little. Looking in the mirror you laugh to yourself at the fact that a simple turtleneck sweater has you so completely frazzled. You take in a deep breath, fix your shirt and re-apply your lip gloss.

“I have too many buttons fastened on this shirt” you think to yourself. “Two can play this game Min Yoongi!” You undo a couple of buttons and make your way back to your table.

“You ok my love?” Yoongi asks smiling up at you.

“Yeah I’m good, just feeling a little hot under the collar if you know what I mean?” You smile brushing your hand across his shoulder as you pass.

“Did you order for us?” You ask.

“Yeah I got us a mixture, some side dishes are here now, taste this kimchi”

You lean over to him making sure he has full view of your cleavage while you take a bite.

“Mmmmh that’s tasty” you sigh licking your lips.

You watch as his eyes move from your mouth slowly down to your chest.

“Ayysh!” he quietly moans. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, then bites down on his knuckle in frustration.

“Sorry… I couldn’t resist” you whisper to him.

You pour a shot of soju for you both and clink his glass, smiling while you down it. He takes in a deep breath before he downs his, he can’t work out where to look.

The drinks are flowing a little too well and the guys have you in stitches updating everyone on their latest shenanigans but you can feel his eyes on you constantly.

You look over at him and smile. You notice a spot of sauce on his lips.

“Here come closer, you have some sauce on your lip” you reach your hand out to him.

You lean in to him making sure he enjoys the view again and gently wipe the corner of his mouth with your thumb.

He takes hold of your wrist pulling it back towards him and sucks the sauce from your thumb.

“Fuuuuuuck” you whisper to yourself. You genuinely believe he will be the death of you.

The sound of Hobi’s voice snaps you out of it “You guys think you’re so subtle, you haven’t taken your eyes off each other the whole time. I bet you don’t even know what we’ve been talking about most of the time?” He whispers.

“I’m sorry Hobi, you know what he’s like. He’s such a tease.” You smile.

“I’m just going to the toilet” Yoongi stands and adjusts his sweater.

“Good it’ll give Y/N chance to breathe” Hobi laughs.

Within a couple of minutes your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi.

“Come to the back door now” quickly followed by “please?”.

“I’m being summoned” you smile to Hobi, barely hiding your excitement.

You head outside to the dimly lit yard, looking around you call out

“Yoongs?… where are y…?”

“Here!” he grabs you by the waist from behind pulling you to him. You feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, his hand slides slowly into your shirt and gently grabs on to your boob, teasing your nipple. While the other hand is snaking round your hips.

He kisses down your neck and you melt into him. “Yoongi” you moan slowly sliding your hand across his crotch, caressing his growing erection. He turns you round to face him and kisses you passionately.

You end up against the wall, your hands in his hair and your kisses only getting more desperate. He’s grabbing at your waist and grinding himself up against you.

His hands are everywhere eventually sliding under your shirt and wrapped around you again.

You break from his kiss to take in a breath but he continues his attack.

“Fuck baby” you moan into his ear. “Yoong’s… I’m supposed to be the one who can’t control herself with you in that sweater!… We have to go back in… let’s not get arrested for indecent exposure!”

“I don’t want to” he protests.

“We have to, come on!” You pull him by the hand back to the door, he grabs you by the waist and whispers “I can’t wait to get you home” then makes his way back to his seat as if nothing happened.

“You guys get enough fresh air?” Asks Jimin with a cheeky grin.

You blush and take your seat. You can’t think of anything else but his voice and words in your ear.

Not long after everyone starts preparing to leave.

“Hey we’re going to JK’s for drinks… you guys coming?” asks RM

“No… erm I’ve got some things I need to finish… for work. So we’ll be heading home. Maybe another time?”

Your cab arrives. You blow kisses to the boys and take a seat in the back while you wait for Yoongi to finish his goodbyes before joining you.

You try to avoid eye contact with him and play with the buttons on your shirt but he’s not hiding the fact that he only has eyes for you. You quickly glance over to him and catch his smile forming.

The cab pulls up to your door and you quickly hop out while Yoongi takes care of the fare.

You run to the door and try to input the code.

You feel his warmth on your back while he stands behind you. He doesn’t say a word, just stands there with his lips centimetres from your neck.

After two failed attempts you eventually input the right passcode. He follows you in and shuts it behind him, leaning back he watches as you take off your coat and slowly turning to face him.

“Hmmm… we’re home now… oh I wonder what should we do?” You smile as you playfully twiddle your thumbs.

Smiling his gummy smile, without breaking his gaze, he kicks his shoes off, throws his coat on the floor and rushes towards you sweeping you off your feet.

You squeal with excitement and he silences you with his lips.

He takes you into the living room and holding you by the waist he unbuttons your trousers, slides his hands into your underwear and pulls them both down.

You start to unbutton your shirt but he grabs your hand stopping you “Could we maybe keep this on a little longer?” He smiles. You have one button left holding it in place, barely covering your boobs and hanging off one shoulder.

He pulls you down to him so you’re straddling his lap. You unbuckle his belt and tease his jeans down enough to reveal his perfect erection.

You hover back over him then slowly guide him inside “Oh fuck Yoongi” you moan, savouring every inch of him.

He takes in a breath “Damn… you feel fucking amazing” he takes your face in his hands and kisses you desperately.

Within minutes you’re frantically fucking each other, neither one of you can get enough. He lifts you and moves you so you’re flat on the sofa and he continues to pound away, taking all his frustrations out on your hips. It’s not long before you’ve climax crying out his name, and end up wrapped in each other.

“Oh my god Yoongi!” You laugh!

He leans over popping the last button on your shirt and kisses down your chest.

“I know what you mean now… I get it”

“Get what?” You ask.

“You can’t wear this shirt out in public ever again, it makes me hot” he laughs… “You’ve possessed me!”

The feelings mutual.