Belated Birthday Presents - A.K.A ‘You’ve got to wear the blindfold again, Baby…’
It had been a month since Yoongi’s ‘apology’ to you.
And despite the multiple times that the two of you had been
intimate between then and now, you’d always had the lingering need to know just
who it had been on that night. Of course, you’d asked him multiple times, but
it had ended up getting to the point that he had got so frustrated at you that
the two of you had had to take a 3 day break, which ultimately had been
resolved by Yoongi after he’d decided he couldn’t function properly without
However, since that argument you’d vowed to yourself not to
mention it again, not wanting to push Yoongi since he’d become so busy, and not
really wanting to fight with him again after almost losing yourself to the
sadness the last time.
…But you still thought about it from time to time…
Surprisingly, you hadn’t planned for your birthday to be one
of those times.
Especially when Yoongi had started your day by sneaking into
your apartment at around 5am, preparing breakfast for you and decorating your
kitchen with balloons and masses of flowers, before slipping quietly into your
bedroom and waking you by kissing your neck, beginning gently and lovingly, and
gradually upping the tempo until his teeth were nipping at your skin, his hand
having slid down your body to find its way between your legs, where luckily for
him he was met with no resistance from underwear since you slept in just one of
his shirts you’d stolen.
‘Aish, Yoongi!’ you gasp, eyes flinging open after you’d
realised you weren’t just having a wet dream, and that, in fact, your boyfriend
was actually there, rolling your clit against the tips of his nimble pianist’s
‘Happy Birthday, baby.’ He hums huskily in your ear, nipping
and kissing the shell as his fingers easily and eagerly glide through the
wetness he’d worked up between your legs, the sensation forcing you to writhe
in need against his hand, whilst simultaneously becoming aware of his arousal
that’s pressed into your side where he’s curled tightly against you.
‘Fuck, Yoongi…when the hell did you-‘
‘Shush, those are all menial details, baby…besides…you gave
me that key remember?’ he chuckles in your ear, his mouth coming down to nip at
your jugular, eliciting sparks in your stomach and electric races up your spine
as his fluffy hair tickles your chin.
‘Jesus…I have the best ideas….’ You sigh,
‘Mmmm, don’t take the credit so quickly, baby…not till you
receive the present I brought for you..’ he growls, making you bite your lip as
you close your eyes, humming happily as you get lost in what his hands were
doing to you, inhaling sharply whenever he drew you even remotely close to an
orgasm, despite the fact that he’d quickly back off whenever he thought you
were close to your edge.
‘Are you really going to tease me this early in the morning,
Yoongi?’ you grumble when he edges you for the 4th time, your hand
at this point being twisted in his shirt, the skin of your ear and neck slick
with his spit where his mouth had been latched to you the whole time, apart
from the moments that he’d pull away to blow cool air over the dampness,
eliciting pants and keens from you in response.
‘Ooooh, baby…This is just me getting you ready…’ he purrs,
and with that you moan half happily, and half in anxious anticipation, the tiny
voice in your brain wondering if he would have actually gone there again….
‘…You’ve got to wear the blindfold again though, baby…’