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Over 18’s Only

Min Yoongi x Reader

Hard…

“Baby?…Babe?” you hear that gorgeous deep voice call out to you.

“Come to bed?… please?” He holds out his hand to you.

“I just want to catch the end of this. Go back to bed I won’t be long”

He never has to ask you twice on any other occasion but when you’ve waited all week for the next episode of your favourite drama and need to wind down from work… this is your spot and you’re not budging for anyone. Not even your handsome, sleepy, husky voiced, bed haired love.

“Come to bed” he pouts “Can’t you watch it tomorrow?”

“I won’t have time tomorrow, just go to bed I won’t be long baby, I promise.”

“No…” he huffs. He stumbles through the hallway clambering over the sofa, he flops down by your side. He lifts your arm and tucks himself under you while wrapping his arm and leg over you…

“I can’t sleep, I keep waking up to cuddle into you but you’re not there” he mumbles into your boob and squeezing you tighter.

“Ok, Ok… shhhh” you cuddle him into you, gently stroking your fingers through his hair which usually helps him relax. You make the mistake of watching him dose back off, you take in a deep breath at the beauty of him.

“God you’re too cute you know… it would be so funny if people saw this side of you…”

“What do you mean?” He mumbles.

“That hard exterior people think you have but you’re just my soft, clingy boy” you gently squeeze him into you again.

“Yah!” He jumps up, yanks you by your hips and pulls you down so you’re now flat on the sofa underneath him and he straddles over you.

“I’m Soft… “ he kisses you hard.

“I’m Clingy!” He moans as he nibbles down your neck.

“Boy!?” He kisses you again, while his hand slowly wanders from your boob, to your hips then he grabs a firm hold of your arse and presses himself closer to you.

“I’ll have you know I’m hard…” he grinds himself slowly against you. You let out a little moan.

“Tough” he kisses you passionately “and a man” he grins.

“Baby I know… I can feel it” you smile as you lean in and kiss his neck, while grabbing a firm hold of his arse with both hands.

“Wait… what are you watching?” a sound from the TV catches his attention.

“Erm… All of us are dead… why?”

He quickly jumps up from the sofa “Yeah… nope!. I’ll let you catch up and come to bed when you’re ready! Goodnight, I love you…” he pecks at your lips then rushes down the hallway back to bed.

“What the fuck!” You laugh. “Wait! Where’s my hard, tough man gone?!”

“To bed! and you should follow him!” He yells.

You can’t help but smile to yourself at the fact you have to watch horror films on your own because your boyfriend point blank refuses to!

You finish the last 15 minutes and tip toe into your room, it’s pitch black. “Yoongs… are you awake?” you whisper.

“Babe… I can’t see a thing… Ooff!” You stumble near the bed. Total silence.

“Baby?… are you taking the piss?”

You lean down to turn your bedside light on.

Just then there’s an almighty bang and the door flings open from the en suite and Yoongi’s rushing towards you.

“FuckShit!… you fucking dick!” You scream as he grabs hold of you and flings you on the bed. “My heart is pounding you fucking dick!” You cry out.

“Let me feel?” He laughs.

“That’s not my heart!” He has his hand clamped on to your boob, smiling at you before kissing you softly on either cheek then pecking at your pouting lips.

“You scared the crap out of me…”

“I’m sorry my love”

“You’re awfully cocky, scaring me like that for someone who wont even watch a Zombie Tv show… my hard, tough man” you smile.

“Mhuh” he mumbles as he leans in and kisses you hard and slow, he grips either side of your pj bottoms and pulls them off, tossing them to one side.

He gently grinds himself against you and whispers “Let me show you how hard I am”.

“Oh fuck…” you moan.

the best kisses are about the hands

the kiss by francesco hayez // the kiss by gustav klimt // the meeting on the turret stairs by frederic william burton // the kiss by auguste rodin and details

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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

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

Birthday…

Leaning over the worktop you smile as you watch your best friend who is surrounded by some of his closest friends, open the gifts they have bought him for his birthday. He smiles awkwardly as he opens them, he’s not one for the fuss of celebrating birthdays unless it’s someone else’s.

His smile though… you lose all train of thought when you see it and those lips… those fucking lips!

You watch on smiling as he continues to squirm, he looks over to you every now and again for reassurance/plead for help.

You laugh at his awkwardness but your heart is fit to burst at his gaze, you’re convinced this crush you have for him will eventually be the death of you.

You haven’t had chance to give him your gifts yet, he has enough to keep him busy and you’d rather wait until everyone leaves but the more you watch on, the more insecure you get about the gifts you’ve bought. After all his friends all have thousands if not millions in the bank and you have… well let’s not go there.

You slowly put your hand over your gift bag and slide it to the back of the worktop behind his toaster, hoping no one notices. You look up and catch him watching you, you smile while resting over the counter trying to act cool as he looks at you with a wrinkled brow and confused expression covering his face.

It’s getting late and after a few rounds of drinks people start to leave till it’s just you and Yoongi, like a thousand times before, but why does this time feel a little more awkward?

You’re finishing up the last of the dishes when he rests his arm along your shoulder, pulling you to him.

“Thank you for helping but you don’t need to do that YN, come have a drink with me?”

“It’s ok, there’s just a couple left to do” you smile

“I’ll fix us a drink then… eh? what’s this you’ve been hiding? Ooooh Is it for me?” He asks excitedly “Let me see”

“Aaaaagh no! Not yet… erm I ahh… I still have one more I need to wrap” you panic and grab the bag.

“That’s ok let me see”

“No, I need to give you them all together”

“You’re being weird, let me see them” He makes a grab for them.

“Nope!” You say laughing nervously as you quickly switch hands.

“Yah! Give!” He yells, laughing.

You quickly move to the other side of the bench. Looking around you turn to make a run for it, you have no idea where to but you can’t help but laugh at the thought of teasing him more.

“Yah! Where are you running to?!” He laughs as he chases after you.

You run along the hallway not sure which door to hide behind but he’s right behind you.

“Shhhhhiiit!” You laugh, quickly turning to hide the gift bag behind your back and lean against a bedroom door.

He catches up to you holding his hands out to stop himself from crashing onto you. His hands slap the door either side of your shoulders… there’s barely any space between the two of you. He grabs your waist tickling you in the process. “No, no… no tickling please stop!”

He moves his hands to your shoulders, you can feel his breath on your cheek.

“Can I have my gifts… please?” He whispers

Fuuuuck… did his voice just get deeper?

“No” you say as you look to the floor unable to match his gaze..

“Why though, they are for me aren’t they?”

“Yes but it’s just a little something… it’s nothing much”

“Good, so let me have them then?”

“But I…”

“Seriously?… Why?… What’s wrong?” He asks sounding a little annoyed

“It’s just that… well my gifts aren’t as lavish as everyone else’s” you blush.

“Are you joking me? I look forward to yours the most… please let me see?” he leans in closer, tilting his head trying to look in your eyes.

“Yoongi… please…”

“Well if I can’t have them… can… you be my gift?” He whispers, leaning in closer to you with his eyes locked on your lips.

“What?” You can feel your face flush.

“You heard me…”

He pecks your lips softly, then again gently sucking on your bottom lip while his hands pull you in closer to him. You run your fingers through his hair, moving your hands to the side of his cheeks, you push his head from you so you can try to read his face.

“Don’t tease me Yoongi… don’t kiss me unless you mean it”

He doesn’t hesitate and pulls you in to him, you kiss each other desperately he slowly pushes you up against the door. Your hands now all over each other.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long Y/N” he whispers before kissing you sloppily.

“Happy Birthday” you whisper in his ear, then lightly kiss down his neck.

He moves a hand from your waist, reaching round you he twists the handle of the door pushing it open. Without breaking from the kiss he starts to back you into the bedroom. There’s a thud as the gift bag hits the floor. You both stare at it, then look back at each other smiling.

“I forgot about your presents… you can open them if you’d like?” you smile.

“It’s ok, I want to open this one first”

He looks down as he pulls at the buttons on your jeans, untucking your t shirt from them while he softly kisses your cheek then your lips.

“Here let me help you unwrap it” you say taking him by the hand, pulling him over to his bed. He lets out a moan and bites his knuckles as he watches you unbutton your jeans, letting them slide to the floor.

“Aghh Y/N… I think I might like my birthdays again” he smirks.

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7…

You’re growing impatient waiting for your boyfriend to get home from his not so secret trip to the tattoo parlour with Jimin.

He’s been gone a while, a little too long you’re desperate to see him.

“Where are you? Will you be much longer?” You text

“I’ve just pulled in to the garage”

“Hurry Up!”

“I’m literally 5 minutes away woman!”

“I hope you’re walking and texting!”

You reply while running to your front the door, flinging it open to make your way to the elevator, only to find Yoongi standing in front of you with his classic trademark smile!

“Ahh! 5 minutes away huh?!”

He heads through the door grabbing hold of you and almost carrying you in. He kisses you lovingly.

“Hi!” He whispers closing the door.

“Ok where is it? Where did you decide to get it?”

“I’m not telling… you’ll have to find it”

You slap his chest “Aww but come on… tell me?”

“Do you want some coffee?” He asks heading to the kitchen.

“Aww stop teasing me! Show me!”

“No, come and find it” Without hesitation you unzip his hoodie and peel it from him, tossing it to one side.

You slowly run your hand up his arm, checking his shoulder, wrist and in between his fingers on one side and then move to the other side and do the same.

All the while Yoongi is using his free hand to brush his hand round your waist, you gently bat his hand away.

“There’s nothing on either arm” you frown.

He walks you over to the living room holding your hand and pulling you on to his lap as he sits.

“You’re getting closer” he teases

“And you’re getting annoying!” You laugh.

You brush your fingers through his hair tucking it back from his neck as you move in closer to check behind his ear. You feel his breath on your neck as he leans in to you softly kissing your neck and ear lobe.

“Stop distracting me… I’m on a mission!”

You take his head in your hands tilting it slightly so you can check the other side. You cant help but scan his face, his lips look so inviting. You brush your fingers through his hair.

You catch his gaze “You look cute when you’re concentrating Y/N” he smiles

You kiss him softly on the lips, he moves his hands to your waist and then slides them under your T-shirt and up your back, pulling you in close as he kisses you a little harder. You slowly grind yourself against him.

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“No… this is more fun!” he kisses your neck

“For you yes!”

“Aren’t you enjoying it too?”

“Take off your t shirt and I might” you wink

“Take off yours and we definitely will… I’ll make sure of it” he winks

“No… we are looking for your tattoo, you know where all mine are” you smile

You ease his T shirt from out of his belt

“Arms up!” You command. He does as he’s told.

You let out a moan at the sight of his naked torso, sliding your hands gently down his shoulders then over his chest and down to his toned abs. You unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers.

“Wait, do you think I’d get a tattoo down there?” He laughs

“No… I don’t really care about your tattoo now” you say as you bite your lip.

He can see only lust in your eyes, he grabs hold of you and crashes his lips into yours, you kiss each other desperately.

Before you know it your on your back and he’s fucking you so good “Yoongi-ah, baby…” you moan.

He loves to hear you call out his name and it only encourages him to bang you harder and deeper when he feels you tighten around him. He moves his mouth from your lips to your neck as he sucks down hard.

You cry out his name as you cum, your fingers tugging on his hair. He lets out a satisfied groan as he cums seconds later.

He gently eases himself from you and lays next to you pulling his trouser back up leaving them loosely open and you pull your t shirt back down barely covering your arse.

Pulling you in close he has his hand round your waist and the other brushing your hair back from your face as he kisses you sloppily.

“Can’t you just tell me where it is and stop teasing me?”

“OK my love”

You jump up and and sit facing him.

He kisses your cheek and smiles as he says

“I couldn’t decide where to get it… so I waited while Jimin got his. I go back tomorrow for mine!”

“Oh you absolute shit!” you huff as you slap his arm. He laughs as he pulls you in hugging you tight.

“Well at least tell me where you’re getting it!” You huff.

“And miss the chance of having you do this again tomorrow?… no way my love!”