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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

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!”

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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.

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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

Busy…

“Ok I get it… you’re busy!”

“There’s no need to be such a dick about it” you whisper under your breath as you turn and leave his office.

You head to the kitchen, blast your Beastie Boys playlist and carry on baking as you shimmy round the kitchen.

Yoongi stomps into the kitchen ready to continue the argument and complain about the music but as soon as he sees you carefree and dancing, he leans against the door frame and watches you with a huge smile on his face. You’re oblivious to him as you shake your butt dancing while whisking your eggs.

You forget yourself and start recounting the brief argument you had with Yoongi “I have deadlines… I’m busy… you don’t understand” you say mocking his voice. “I only wanted to make sure he had something to eat and drink, but nooo! I’ll walk in one day and he’ll be collapsed over his desk. The dickhead!” You mumble to yourself.

“Hey! Dickhead!” He yells

You spin round nearly shitting yourself…

“Who are you calling dickhead?” You shout

“I should ask you the same question?!” He laughs

He moves closer “One day you’ll find me collapsed over my desk eh?!”

You start moving back… as he keeps walking closer to you.

“I’m a dickhead eh!” He steps forward…

“You only wanted to make sure I’d ate and drank huh?” He steps closer again, you’re backed up against the sink.

He reaches out hooking his finger on the loop of your jeans, yanking you to him. One hand firmly on your waist and the other tucking your hair back behind your ear.

“I’m sorry I was mean, I never want to take my stresses out on you but I fucked up” he leans in and kisses you softly.

“Im sorry too” you say “I’m just being sensitive but I do need you to eat something… and you are a dickhead” You kiss him quickly and run over to the fridge laughing.

“Come here” He walks towards you.. “Aaah stop right there! Don’t come any closer… you’re a busy man!” You grab a plate of food from the fridge and put it in his hand “Eat this please”.

You turn him round, slap his butt and point him in the direction of his studio. He laughs and follows his orders. You hear his door click shut.

“Ooh he’s so fucking cute” you squeal.

You’ve busied yourself the best part of the day, desperately wanting to disturb him and see his face. It’s been too long without speaking to him. “Fuck it” you tell yourself.

You knock on the door opening it a little “Yoongi?… I just want to check in…”

He’s flat out on his desk… “Yoongi?… are you sleeping?” you walk closer “Are you taking the piss?” You shove him but he doesn’t flinch.

You panic a little and shake him calling his name. No response “Yoongi please!” You see a slight smirk form at the side of his mouth. “What a shit” you think to yourself… two can play this game.

You walk away towards the door “Oh what a shame… at least now I’ll be able to find a new cooler boyfriend… I wonder if Namjoon is still single?” You say as you open the door slightly.

You hear a clatter and a scramble behind you as he rushes to the door pushing it closed “Yah!… That’s not fair!” He moans.

“Oh look… what a relief… he has risen!” You raise your hands and smile.

“Ooooh you…” he says through gritted teeth grabbing your cheeks, he squashes them making your lips pout as he kisses them hard, pushing you up against the door.

“I’ve been fake collapsed at my desk waiting for you for the past half an hour” he laughs, stamping his foot a little. “You dick!.. I’ve been pacing round the house waiting for you to finish your work!”

He leans in kissing you softly, paying extra attention to your bottom lip sucking it gently, you lean into him kissing him back harder. Your hand resting on his chest you ask “Are you still busy?”

“Erm Yeah” You frown at his reply.

“Busy working out how quickly I can get you on the couch and my pants off… I want you… so bad”

“Well let me help speed it up…” you say while you unbutton his jeans.

“Let’s get busy” you whisper.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Insta…

Lounging on the sofa you scroll though your app’s while you wait for your boyfriend to finish work. Non of them particularly interesting until you scroll on to insta and your page of recommended posts pops up. It basically consists of post about BTS, Yoongi and the occasional recipe clips.

You jump as you hear a voice over your shoulder. “Why are you looking at pictures of me when I’m right here?”

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in.” You turn to search for his kiss… he leans over and puckers his lips waiting for yours. You kiss him softly and gently lick his lip teasing him a little. “Mmmh… Hello” He whispers into your lips.

“Hello my love, have you had a good day?”

“Yeah but I’ll ask again… why are you looking at posts when I’m right here?”

“You’re here now yes but… I don’t know I just like looking at you. I like to see the slow mo videos Army loads, especially your Silver Spoon routine” you smile. “I save them for when I’m missing you”

“Let me see?” He asks

“Wait I have them in a saved folder”

“A folder! How many are there?”

“I don’t know, I just bookmark them as soon as see the ones I love”

“Why?”

“Well… if I’m feeling a little lonely or thirsty” you laugh nervously “They’re good “reading” material for me!”

“Whaaaat!” His mouth agape

“Don’t tell me you haven’t saved posts that turned you on… ever?”

“I have… they’re all of you!” He laughs

“Awww” You smile kissing his cheek as you hand him your phone.

He’s smiling as he scrolls through your saved posts.“There’s so many!” He laughs “Why this one?”

“Why have I saved you thrusting in slo motion?… Hmm let me think” you say sarcastically

“Oh Shit! Why this one?” He asks a laughing.

“It makes me laugh hard, your face is covered in red lipstick!” You explain.

“And this one?…”

“Oh you have to turn the sound on for that one. It’s you speaking in English, your voice is so deep and your wearing all black aaaaand your hair is ginger… Mmmmm Tick, Tick, Tick” You laugh ticking your imaginary checklist.

“Oh my god you’re a pervert!”

“Just for you my love”

His facial expression quickly changes and he hands your phone back to you turning away.

“I guess I wasn’t supposed to see that one”

“Eh? What one?”

You pick your phone back up and check. It’s a close up video of JK on stage. Yoongi gets up from the sofa and heads to the kitchen

“Wait!”

“No I shouldn’t have asked”

“No it’s not like that” you laugh

“It’s not like what? It’s not like you’ve got a video of a handsome muscular man saved on your phone to, as you say “read later”.

“Woah there! If you let me explain”

“There’s nothing to explain it’s fine I get it, it just took me by surprise”

You move closer “Yoongi please…” He ignores you and moves to random parts of the kitchen to avoid eye contact with you.

“I’m going to take a nap”

“But…”

“No, please just let me be”

You know not to push it, he’s clearly upset but it’s going to be embarrassing for you both when you get the chance to explain why you saved the video.

You pace around the living room resisting the urge to go in the room and speak to him but you decide to text him instead…

“Can you please watch the clip till the end? Then you’ll see why I’ve saved it.” You forward the clip on to him.

The clip is JK rehearsing but in the background Yoongi is wiggling his butt with such enthusiasm combined with his gummy smile, it makes you smile so hard when you watch it and cheers you up if you’re feeling down.

“Please don’t be mad/upset, you and your arse are the only clips I need or save to “read later” when I don’t have you next to me. So can you please finish your nap and actually BE next to me!”

Total silence from his room, then you hear the sound of the clip playing followed by silence again.

This is torture… you let out a frustrated moan and flop down on the sofa.

Then you hear a fumbling sound coming from his room. Now you’re getting pissed off. Just as you’re planning to head into his room you hear the door click open and a very red flushed faced Yoongi appears.

“I’m sorry...” he says scratching his head.

You walk over to him and kiss him hard, he pulls you closer to him. “Don’t be sorry, just let me explain next time, I’ll delete the clip though”

“I didn’t think I was the jealous type”

“Your face is still flushed, you don’t have to be embarrassed” you assure him.

“No, it’s not from that” he says laughing

“I erm… made you a new video, kind of an apology. I nearly fell off the bed”

Your phone pings and you load the message.

It’s a shaky video of Yoongi standing on his bed and frantically shaking his arse in the direction of the camera. You burst out laughing almost tearing up a little. “You’re such a dork”

He grabs hold of your face and kisses you passionately, his hands running through your hair. “But I’m your dork”

You kiss him harder slapping your hands on his arse cheeks. He wriggles his butt in your hands as he pushes you to the bedroom… to wriggle it a little more for you just minus your clothes.

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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.