Yoongi x Reader
Warnings: Choking, mild ass play, kinda rough, SMUT
Word Count: 2,431
Summary: Birthdays are supposed to be fun. They’re supposed to be lazy days where you do nothing or everything or whatever you want. But when you’re an “adult” it doesn’t always work out that way, and Yoongi seems more bummed than you are about it.
A/N: This is my fic. I’m re-posting onto my sideblog.
~For my precious Admin Desire~
Warm sun hit your face as you stirred awake, the soft sheets wrapped around your frame as you turned away from the light. You slowly blinked your eyes open to find another pair staring back at you. The warm feline like eyes caused you to smile, a rush of warmth filling your body as he smiled back at you.
“Good morning beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and husky. His smiled widened to your favourite gummy smile as he spoke, and he reached for you, wrapping his arms around you to tug you closer to his body, “happy birthday baby, do you really have to go to work? Just say home with me.”
You laughed at his antics, burying your face in his chest and savouring the warmth and familiar scent before you had to get ready for another day of work. You had tried to get today off, knowing how much of a big deal Yoongi makes it even though you insist on doing nothing, but he liked to spoil you and your birthday gave him every excuse he needed to do so. Seeing as how your birthday was so close to Christmas you were unable to get the day off, due to the busyness of the store. Yoongi was unhappy but he had told you that he’d make it up to you tenfold when the busy season was over.
Moving back, you watched as the rays of sun streaked onto his freshly dyed black hair, your favourite colour on him by far. You still loved the crazy colours he came home with, but there was something about black that made your heart flutter. It was possibly the fact that it’s his natural colour, and seeing it on him made him seem more like your Yoongi, more him than the idol he has to be outside of your home.
Threading a hand through his soft locks, you watched him bask in the warmth of the sun and the soft touches of you hand, letting his eyes close with a content smile now playing on his plump lips.