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Over 18’s Only

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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Yoongi x Reader

First Kiss…

You’re standing in Yoongi’s kitchen as he makes you both coffee.

“You have a lovely home…” you say sliding your hand across the dark stained work top, admiring your surroundings… and your barista.

“I’ll be honest with you, I was hoping you wouldn’t be so perfect… like you’d have at least one flaw that would help me like you less but I’m struggling to find one” You smile

“Really?” He blushes, with his trade mark grin

“Yeah”

“Why?”

“Because I like you so much… maybe a little too much” now you’re blushing.

“Well I can’t think of anything I could do or would want to do to make you like me less but I definitely have something that I really want to do and hopefully, make you like me a little more?”

“Impossible!” you gasp jokingly

“Really… do you think so?” He steps a little closer

“Yes” you say as you look down at the floor, a little embarrassed at how fixed his gaze is on you.

You slowly look up just as he is tilting his head and leaning in closer to you. He doesn’t break his gaze, looking right into your eyes as his lips hover centimetres away from yours.

You can feel the warmth of his breath on you as he moves closer again and gently kisses your bottom lip, then the top and slowly sliding his tongue in teasing your lips open a little more.

You slide your fingers up the back of his neck running them through his hair, you pull him into you passionately kissing him back. Your tongues sloppily brushing against each others. Then it’s almost like he knows it’s your weakness he slowly sucks on your bottom lip, alternating between gently sucking then softly biting it.

You feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach, it’s not long before he has one hand in your hair and the other has a firm hold of your arse and you’re kissing each other desperately.

He slowly pushes you against the worktop as your kisses get more fervent. You haven’t been kissed like this in a long time, he almost takes your breath away and you let out a little moan. He smiles breaking away from your kiss, still holding you close to him he whispers “Did it work?”

“Did it what?” You say in a total daze, brushing your fingers across your lips.

“Do you like me a little more than you did before?”

“Oh… I erm can’t be sure… I think I may need you to try again just to make sure?” You smile

You laugh as he jokingly licks his lips while grabbing hold of your face and pulling you in to him, he happily obliges kissing you passionately.

“Please let this be the first of many” you say to yourself.

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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!”

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

4 Days…

You finally arrive. The flight was long but you’re hoping it’s going to be worth it. It’s 9:30am in Seoul.

You text Hobi to let him know you’ve arrived safe and are just coming out of arrivals. He calls you to give instructions on where he and Jimin are parked. Jimin starts flashing his lights when you are near. You can hear their laughter coming from the car feet away.

Once you’re inside Hobi is squealing with excitement, squeezing and hugging you tightly. He’s then pushed out of the way as you get a hug and a kiss from Jimin, you all clap your hands in giddy excitement. “Ok” you say… “that’s enough. I stink and I’m tired! Halp me!” As you flop down on the back seat dramatically. You feel sick to your stomach, a mixture of nerves, hunger and desperation to surprise Yoongi.

The boys have helped you plan it, they had just finished their latest tour and were back home. The plan was to get to Hobi’s, so you could get yourself changed and freshened up. The boys faked a meeting at HQ as they knew that Yoongi would already be there. Telling him they had some adjustments to make to their albums and they needed his help. Hobi’s plan was to tell Yoongi that there was a parcel he needed to sign for in reception and instead it would be you.

While Jimin made his way to HQ after dropping you both off, Hobi had you fed, watered and after you’d refreshed yourself with a hot shower you were ready to go. Hobi blasted music on the drive over as you were both far too quiet. He had a call from Jimin confirming Yoongi was in the building as he had slept in the studio the night before.

Just as you arrive in the car park your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi “Sorry I didn’t reply it’s been a bit hectic, can I FaceTime you before you go to sleep?, I miss your face. Please?”

“Shit!”

You text him back asking him to give you 10-15 mins.

You head into reception wearing a black cap, face mask and long black padded coat. Hobi hugs you tightly and tells you it will all be ok and he’ll see you soon and leaves you in reception for what is the longest 10mins of your life. You finally get a nod from the reception staff that Yoongi is on his way down…

You hear the ping of the elevators.

You can feel your pulse pounding in your ears.

You feel like your legs are going to give way.

Your heart is literally in your throat.

You turn your back to him as he walks down the corridor.

You hear his footsteps getting closer as he mumbles the words “fucking FaceTime” to himself, he then asks the staff what he needs to sign for, sounding a little moody. That voice though… how you’ve missed that voice.

You slowly turn around to face him, pulling your mask off and ask “Are you free to FaceTime now?”

“What the fuuh?!”

He steps back eyes wide scanning you up and down, not sure if it is your voice he heard?

He moves closer, slowly lifting your cap and peaking under it.

He gasps… pulling it back down over your face as he runs away back up the corridor to the elevators.

“Yoongi!” you shout laughing at him. You can hear Hobi clapping/laughing in the background while filming it all on his phone.

You take your cap off as he runs back to you… your arms open, ready to be whisked off your feet. Instead he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the elevator frantically pressing at the call button.

“Yoongi?” You say a little worried as you can’t see his face. The staff and Hobi pile in the elevator quickly after you. Yoongi is standing protectively in front of you. Desperately wanting to kiss you and hold you but too scared of his emotions in front of everyone.

Your back is to the wall of the elevator in the corner, he has a tight grip of your hand holding it to his side.

You rest your forehead on the back of his shoulder completely overwhelmed you let out a heavy sigh, you still don’t know if he’s happy to see you?

A tear falls down your cheek and he feels your breathing change as you let out a quiet sob.

Still holding your hand, he pulls it up to his chest squeezing it tightly to him. You can feel his heart pounding through his chest.

You discreetly put your free hand on the other side of his waist and pull him to you a little. Desperate for him to turn around and kiss you like you’ve dreamt of for months.

Hobi can see the shift in mood and nods to the staff saying “Erm guys come with me I’ve just remembered there’s fresh donuts in the meeting room level 5” they all get off at the next floor. Hobi shouts “Love you guys!” As he exits.

Yoongi doesn’t react he just continues to stare straight ahead… the elevator doors ping closed.

“Yoongi I’m sor…” He turns around grabbing your face in his hands and smashes his lips into yours, kissing you with total desperation, pressing you up against the elevator wall. Your hands go straight to his ass as you pull him in to you, quickly moving them up to his shoulders then cupping his face. You feel wet on your hands as you open your eyes and see tears in his and down his cheek.

You panic. “Yoongi I’m sorry I thought it would be a good idea to surprise you I didn’t mean to upset you…”

“Shut up dickhead and kiss me, I’ve missed you so fucking much!” He grabs your coat collar and pulls you in to him as you wrap yourself around him, just as the elevator doors ping open, he takes you by the hand to his studio.

You’re barely in the door when he flings your cap off and takes your coat from you tossing them to one side.

“I can’t believe it, are you really here?”

His arms outstretched with both hands on your shoulders, he’s staring you up and down and gently turns you around grabbing a hold of your ass “Ahhh yes, you’re real!” He smiles pulling you in to him as he wraps his arms around you, lightly brushing over your breasts and gently kisses your neck.

He pulls you over to his couch and sits himself down, you straddle him as he pulls you down to him.

“How the hell did you pull this off?” He says with a muffled voice as his face is buried into your breasts.

You lean back, combing your fingers through his hair. You tell him how Hobi helped you plan it, that you knew he had the next 4 days free so you planned on spending them with him.

“Wait!… just 4 days?!”

“Well yes…”

“But I have 2 weeks R&R!” He interrupts

“I know but we didn’t have access to your whole schedule, or know if you had anything planned and I don’t want you cancelling any ready made plans with friends or family and so I just grabbed the 4 days and…”

“No! I’m not happy, cancel the return ticket, change the date… stay with me!” He demands

“I can’t cancel it’s too expensive” you laugh.

“No, please just cancel it, 4 days isn’t enough. No, I’ll give you the money, let me buy it please?” He whines

“But I can’t let you do that, plus I have to be back at work, I have a business to run”

He flings himself back on the sofa completely deflated “I’ve just got to hold you, I’ll blink and you’ll be gone!”

“Well don’t blink and don’t waste the time we have in a huff!” You tease.

“Please?” he pleads

“Shhhhh… kiss me Yoongi!”

God how you’ve missed his lips, his smell the feel of his hands on you but most of all you just desperately missed… him.

The kiss is endless, with his hands on your ass he starts to thrust himself against you and you slowly roll your hips grinding on him. You feel a burning in the pit of your stomach, his hands are all over you as you both pick up the pace. He scatters kisses and nibbles on your neck down to your chest as you let out a moan of pleasure. You’ve dreamt about this.

He can’t get enough of you as he kisses you hard, his hands are in your hair then moving swiftly to the tie of your trousers, sliding his hand between your underwear he gently slides two fingers into you. A loud moan escapes you as you gently rock against him while he works his magic, sliding them in and out while his thumb rubs delicately against your clit.

His eyes wide as he drinks the vision of you fucking his fingers in. He leans into you, his fingers moving faster as he feels you tighten around them. You can barely speak everytime you try, you let out another breathy moan which only encourages him.

With his free hand he slides it under your t shirt, massaging your breast and gently tweaking your nipple. You start fucking against him hard calling out his name as you feel you’re about to cum.

“Kiss me Y/N” he asks. His eyes wide with lust.

With one hand on his shoulder you use the other to pull him into you, moaning as you kiss him.

His other hand now in your hair as he holds you in place while you cum. “Fuck me!, fuuck Yoongi, ffuck me…” you moan loudly almost into his mouth.

The smile on his face says it all (if not a little smug). You slowly rock against his fingers as he slides them from you as you come down from your high.

“Well fuck” he laughs “I’ve definitely missed that sound…”

You jump as you hear a loud banging on the studio wall… coming from a room next door.

Yoongi’s phone starts pinging with messages.

“What the fuck, something must be up” he says

You tell him to check incase it’s important.

He leans over grabbing his phone as you unsteadily move off him and sit next to him on the sofa fixing your trousers.

“Oh shiiiit… erm…” his face blushing red

“What? What is it?”

“It appears we have had an audience”

“Shut up! No way!, who’s the perv?” You gasp.

“Oh just a few billion people watching/listening to Jimin, V and JK next door on Live”

“Nooooooo!” You fall back on the sofa cringing, pulling your t-shirt over your head.

The boys had heard your first moan but just started talking louder once they put 2 and 2 together and realised you and Yoongi were “catching up”. Then as you got louder they had to play music to drown it out incase it could be heard on Live as Army never misses a thing. JK and V took it in turns to go off camera to text Yoongi…

“Hey Bro! Happy for you but could you not of used the soundproof booth instead!”

Then V… “I assume you are now finished based on the crescendo? Can I stop singing loudly and turn the music down now?”

Yoongi laughs hard leaning over you to pull your t shirt back down from your face, scattering kisses over your cheeks as he lies down flat on top of you with his head resting on your chest. It feels so good feeling the weight of his body on top of you. You comb your fingers through his hair as he tucks his hands underneath you and snuggles in, before you know it you’ve both drifted off to sleep.

You’re woken by a knocking on his door, he gets up rubbing his eyes and smiles at you stretching. He opens the door to JK standing there with a big bowl of noodles and a big smirk on his face “I figured you two would be hungry?!”

Smiling peaking through the door he shouts “Hi Y/N!!” “Hi JK!” You shout as you get up and walk to the door giving him a peck on his cheek “Thank you for the food” you quickly scurry back before the embarrassment kicks in. “It’s nice to hear you… I mean see you!” He jokes as Yoongi pushes him to leave saying “Thank you, now go” in his still half asleep tone.

You sit together eating the food, not realising how hungry you both were. “Ok!… how much longer do we have left together now then?”

4 days seemed like such a great idea at the time, you know how busy Yoongi is. It would be enough time for you to be with him for you to get your fix, without putting him under any pressure to change his plans and still have his well deserved break. Now sitting with him, you felt like every minute was being robbed from you. You already felt sick at the thought of going home.

Finishing the noodles Yoongi decides “Let’s go home”

You pick up your luggage from reception and He takes the scenic route back home, knowing how much you love to see the blossom trees but he only has eyes for you. He sees your face change as you look a little sad. The reality of just 4 days was kicking in.

“Are you ok sweets?” He asks?

“4 Days isn’t long enough!” You sob

“Don’t.. please don’t cry, please. Wait let me pull over”

“4 Days, 2 weeks…” he says taking your face in his hands “1 month, or 2. It’s never going to be long enough, I’m always going to want you with me no matter how long”

He kisses your tears, you feel better but still shit.

“Let’s make the most of what time we do have then”

You nod wiping your face.

The next few days together go by in a flash. Yoongi wakes you early each morning so he can make love to you as the sun comes up, that’s after he’s fucked you senseless the night before.

You’ve had walks along the Han River, then back to bed. Cooked food for each other, then back to bed. He’s driven you to some of his favourite secluded spots. Danced in the kitchen to Andy Williams “I love you Baby” serenading each other singing into a spatula. You’ve lounged on the sofa wrapped up in each other watching TV. There was no chill with your Netflix. There was hot and sweaty but no chill!

All the while you’ve both had this little clock counting down to your inevitable departure and today is your last full day together.

You’re both up early, showered and ready for the day, you don’t have any set plans, apart from just being with each other.

“Would it be ok if we head to the studio real quick, before we go for food? It should only take half hour, depending on how well it goes?”

“You don’t have to explain we can go no problem”

“Ok, are you good to go now or do you need more time”

“Nope!… let’s go! let’s go!”

You spend the drive to studio gazing at him the whole way there your fingers running through his hair, while he serenaded you with a power ballad playing on the radio. He pulls your hand from his hair and kisses your palm before putting it back in his hair. You feel a lump in your throat but take a deep breath and look out the window, through fear you may cry. Yoongi knows, so sings louder to make you smile.

You get to the studio and he directs you to the office chair… “Sit” he says gently pushing you into it. He seems a little nervous… he must just really need to get his work finished you think to yourself.

“It’s ok you know, I like spending…”

“Shhh” he interrupts putting his finger to his lips.

If he didn’t look so cute you’d probably punch him!

He’s busily clicking and tapping away and a little while later he turns to you gently placing a pair of headphones over your ears. “Just listen” he asks.

He sits on the sofa in front of you pulling you closer to him so you’re now facing each other. He presses play on his tablet.

You hear Yoongi clearing his throat… then…

“Y/N this is everything that I’ve been trying to say to you but haven’t been able to as I stumble over my words when I look into your eyes” you put your hand to your lips as your chin starts to tremble… “Yoo…” he interrupts you with a kiss.

His words are beautiful, amongst other things when he talks he reminds you of the time you’ve spent together, telling you he would rather go through the happiness and despair of seeing you for 4 days or 4 mins than never.

He tells you when he woke you early each morning to watch the sunrise, that he had been lying awake for at least half an hour before you so he could watch you sleep. He told you how he wanted to cancel your return ticket and set you up with a cake business here in Seoul, just so he could see you every day but he knew you would kill him.

You are a blubbering mess, a mixture of tears and Mascara streaked down your face. You look up at him laugh/crying, his eyes are filled with a mixture of anxiety and an urge to kiss you.

Then his voice returns in the headphones.

“There are six words I will never stumble over when I say them to you Y/N… I’am so in love with you”

You let out a heaving sob, as if you weren’t already emotional enough. You grab hold of his face as he pulls you from the chair over to him on the sofa.

“I love you so fucking much Yoongi” you cry.

He clamps himself to you with barely any space between you, one hand gripped round your waist and the other in your hair he’s kissing you hard and with such need you can barely take it.

You start pulling at his sweater lifting it up to get to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down enough to free his perfect erection. You have never needed him inside of you more, you are literally burning inside out.

He doesn’t hesitate as he whips your sweater up and off in one swoop, he lets out a moan at the sight of your burgundy lace underwear his favourite colour on you. You may have been wearing one of his giant black sweaters for your comfort but the underwear was all for him.

He starts pulling at the tie on your pants, getting a little angry when he can’t loosen it. “Ayesh!” He whines.

“It’s a false tie” you whisper in his ear and laugh.

“Aaaaagh! He whines. “Please take them off” he demands with an epic pout.

You stand as he tucks his hands into either side of your pants and slowly pushes them down, dropping delicate kisses on your hips as you run your fingers through his hair.

As you step back out of them he pulls you to him guiding you down on to his perfectly erect cock and slides himself into you, you let out a sigh of relief. You take a few seconds to savour the feel of him inside of you before you start rocking back and forth onto him, his hands on your ass pushing himself in deeper.

He grabs hold of you and flips you down onto the sofa, he needs to fuck you and he does, so fucking well. He’s hammering away at an unforgiving pace, his moans in your ear make you call out his name.

His lips are hovering over yours as he pounds away at your hips, “Kiss me” he pleads. You feel like you’re going to explode. You kiss him, tongues gliding over each other’s, he gently sucks at your bottom lip then kisses down your neck while he fucks you so good, so hard and so fucking deep.

He feels you tighten around him as you moan out his name, “Yoongi!… fuck! fuuck! fuck me hard Yoongi, please, please don’t stop!” He doesn’t he fucks you with all he has a you cum crying out his name.

He’s not far behind you as he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth then moans out your name as he as cums. You wrap yourself round him kissing him hard both slowly rocking into each other as you come down from your high. He slowly eases himself out of you and sits back on the sofa looking at the beautiful mess he has made of you. He conveniently has tissues and wipes to the side of the sofa and you clean yourselves up.

“Ok!” He claps “Shall we go for food now?” he laughs!

“You’re insatiable Min Yoongi!”

You freshen yourselves up grab a quick drink of water and then head on out for food. Yoongi has reserved a more secluded area of the restaurant so you didn’t have to be worrying about prying eyes while you ate together.

It goes by in a flash, you don’t remember what most of the conversations were about but you know every facial expression he used as he gets real cute when he talks passionately about something.

He takes a slow drive back to his apartment, while he’s at his door searching for his key card you lean into his back holding onto him. He holds your hands to his chest while he scans the key and continues to hold you as he pulls you inside and you plod behind him. He turns, pecking you on the lips and cuddles you in tight as you both take in a deep breath. You have less than 5 hours before you have to check in. It fucking hurts.

After taking a shower together, you change in to one of his t shirts and lay on the bed. He slides over to you and pulls you in to him. “Can we just stay like this till I have to go?” You cry into his chest. “Yes, just what I wanted” he says as he squeezes you a little tighter.

You talk about plans for when you can next meet up. He already has FaceTime calls booked in for you in his schedule for the next few months. Even during his R&R time he still has personal projects he needs to work on but he promised he will make sure to call when he can. It’s worked fine for you both in the past but now your closer to leaving it all feels a little more desperate.

The final hour together flies by not helped by you dry humping each other and having a full make out session for most of it but now it’s time to go. He has his arm wrapped round you till you get to the car. On the drive he serenades you again. He’ll do anything to make you smile but it doesn’t work.

Yoongi can only drive you to the airport and say his goodbyes in the car. He pulls up to the airport car park, leans over to you pulling you in and kisses you passionately. “I really don’t want to but I’m going to go head in, I think it’s only going to be harder the longer I stay, I’ll be texting you till I’m in the air anyway” you say crying.

“Ok” he says as he tries to quickly wipe a tear away from his face.

“I love you so hard Yoongi, do you know?.”

You lean in to kiss him as he pulls you in by your collar. “Text me when you’ve checked in”

He’s holding onto your hand tightly as he pulls it to him and kisses your palm.

“Yoongi I…” you swallow hard.

“It’s ok, I know…” he says as he wipes away another tear. You lean in for one last kiss then slowly pull away backing out of the car.

You walk to the entrance not looking back through fear you’ll run back to him. When you get to the check in desk you find your ticket has been upgraded, you bawl your eyes at the customer service team when you try to explain that your boyfriend upgraded you as a surprise but the sounds you make are illegible as they slowly push a box of tissues in your direction with an awkward smile.

You text him to let him know you’ve checked in and to thank him for the upgrading your ticket, he replies letting you know it took all of his strength to not cancel it completely! You tell him to not text and drive but he replies letting you know he’s still sat in the car park not wanting to leave. “Please go home and be safe, I love you” you tell him.

He replies “I will, when you are up in the air and I know I can’t drag you back to me!”

You start boarding, doing your best to smile as you’re greeted by the attendants. Your phone pings as you’re getting yourself seated, you’re not used to the fancy premier 1st class but you’re enjoying it. Getting yourself comfortable you check your messages.

His texts reads “check your email”

You check and there’s a audio file attached. You load the file putting your headphones in and it’s his recording reminiscing of the past 4 days together. Your throat is sore from trying to hold in your cry, you listen to it on repeat as you drift in and out of sleep while his voice plays in your ears. You watch some TV to pass the time but all you’re thinking about is him.

You arrive in London the wait for your connecting flight back home to Newcastle is short thankfully. You eventually get back to your apartment, kick off your shoes and coat and throw yourself in your bed and cry your eyes out, totally overwhelmed you fall asleep.

You wake nearly 3 hours later to your phone vibrating. You’ve missed calls from your family checking in and calls and texts from Yoongi also checking in.

You try to call him but it goes to voicemail, you know he’ll reply when he can. You text him “Just woke up, sorry. Speak to you when you’re free, I love you”

You potter around sorting your laundry, catch up on work emails and get emotional when making a bowl of noodles! You try to keep yourself busy then your phone vibrates it’s Yoongi calling.

“Hello Lover… are you ok?” He asks.

“Yeah I’m good, missing you though”

“I have a package on its way to you so I wanted to make sure you were up to receive it, the tracker says it’s minutes away”

“What is it, I’ve told you to not waste your money. Save it for when you buy me a house” you laugh.

“Not telling, it’s a surprise, hopefully you can have some fun with it though” he laughs

Just then there’s a loud knock on the door.

“Oooooh this might be it now! Hold on while I get it Yoongi”

Another loud knock. Holding the phone to your ear with one hand you unlock your door with the other…

“Hi… I missed you”

“What the fuck?!” You slam the door in shock.

“Fuck! Sorry!” You say scrambling to open it again still with the phone to your ear. He’s laughing so hard as you open it to him. Standing there looking so fucking perfect.

“I’m sor…” you start to say as he slams himself into you, pushing you through your door, picking you up as you wrap yourself around him sloppily kissing each other.

“When did you?”

“I was in the car park waiting for you to get up in the air and thought, fuck it. So I booked the tickets while I waited, I drove back home packed some clothes and got the next flight out, I was only a few hours behind you!”

“How long do I have you for?” You ask

“4 days…” he quips

“Whaat!? Just 4 days?!” You whine

“Nah you’ve got me for two weeks I just wanted to show you how it felt!”

“Dick head!” You laugh as you pull him by his belt buckle to your bedroom…

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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.