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First Love | Epilogue
Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | fluff | mild undressing
Word: 1.8k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
couldn’t finish this without an epilogue :)
“How much further?” you can’t help but ask for what seems like the thousandth time. You can’t help it, you haven’t been home in a year, and you feel all sorts of emotions every time you pass a street sign you think is the one you’re going down. You’re always proven wrong.
“Almost there, Miss,” the driver says, a smile displaying on his chapped lips. You watch him as he glances at you in the rearview mirror. “You seem nervous,” he laughs, making a right turn onto another street.
“It’s obvious?” You can’t help but feel embarrassed.
The man chuckles. “Very…” he trails off, waiting for you to give him your name, you assume.
“Oh, uh Y/N,” you tell him, giving a polite smile as he turns left on to another street. As you stare out the window, looking out at the cold December night, you notice how much the buildings look like they should be in a mushy romantic movie. Snow falling and the lights shining brightly.
“Well, Y/N,” he begins, letting go of the wheel with one hand to scratch the back of his head, “it’s understandable to be nervous, but there is always a bright side.”
“And what might that be?” you question, your hands smoothing over your jeans.
“You’re home,” is all he says. You laugh quietly as you feel your body relax a bit more.
He’s right, you are home. After graduating from your university, you spent your entire year in New York. You never had a chance to leave the city and visit your family, friends or Yoongi. You kept in touch almost every day when you first moved, but as time went on, you became busier and busier to the point where conversations were twice a week. Sometimes. You always felt bad every time you were on the phone.
“May I ask what it is that you do?” He stops at a stop sign, waiting for the elderly woman to cross the street.
“I’m a photographer,” you answer as the car begins to move again once she’s on the sidewalk.
“That’s different. It’s rare to see a photographer in my car. I always see someone who’s in business wearing a suit and tie always on the phone. It’s quite boring to drive around someone who never puts their phone down,” he laughs. “They give out too much information regarding their company, but anyways,” he says, pulling over and turning the car off, “we’re here.”
You look out the window to see a house. The house, with its two story charcoal colored tiles and picture windows is something you thought you’d never see your best friend live in. Hoseok, on the other hand, might be that type. Thanking the driver, you get out of the car, making your way back towards the trunk. It pops open and you grab your suitcase, placing it on the ground before closing the trunk. You give a small wave as the driver takes off.
You make your way down the walkway, glancing at the familiar red and dark blue vehicles in the driveway. A lot of your video calls were always in one of those cars, or they were in the background while Ari and Hoseok were attempting to garden in the front. Walking up to the red door, your finger ready to ring the doorbell, you hear faint voices.
“I already told you, Hoseok, the tree won’t go in that way,” you hear Ari say.
Taking several steps back, you peer around the house to see a wooden gate that leads to the backyard. Dragging your luggage, you unlatch the lock and make your way down the concrete pathway. Rounding the corner of the house, you can see Ari and Hoseok trying to push a tree unsuccessfully into the house. You stifle a laugh as you set down your luggage.
“Need any help?” you ask.
Ari glances at you saying, “No thanks. We almost got it in.” Doing a double take, Ari lets out a scream, startling both you and Hoseok. In one swift action, Ari runs towards you and brings you into one of her tight hugs. One you haven’t had since you were at the airport.
You smile happily as you welcome her crushing hug. You always knew you’d miss her hugs, but you never knew how much you’d miss them. As you two separate, you notice fresh tears streaming down your best friend’s cheeks. “Why are you crying?” you ask, laughing as you wipe away her tears.
“I thought you couldn’t come home,” Ari says, using the sleeve to her beige sweatshirt to wipe away the rest of her tears.
“I know, but I managed to finish early and got the first ticket out here. I couldn’t miss my best friend’s wedding,” you smile, bringing your white coat closer to your body for warmth.
Ari laughs, “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten, and the wedding isn’t for another three days.”
From behind Ari, you see Hoseok move the tree out of the doorway and walk over towards the two of you. “Y/N,” he beams, bringing you into another tight hug. “I’m glad to see you’re back!”
“Me too.” You glance at the small backyard. The tiny space is full of flowers from roses to daisies. There’s a small, round table with two chairs off in the corner under an umbrella. It’s a beautiful garden that both Hoseok and Ari must have worked hard on.
You feel your best friend grab your hand, dragging you inside. You quickly grab your luggage before she pulls you inside the house, the tree long forgotten. Ari drags you down the white colored hallway you’ve seen numerous times on your calls, but she doesn’t give you a chance to take a look at all the photos hanging on the walls. You pass a few doors, some open while others are closed until she finally stops.
You finally take in your surroundings. Art paintings of flowers and trees hang on the milky white walls; picture windows in front of you have its white curtains drawn, blocking the view of the front yard. Three pale green sofas—one in the center and the other two facing each other at the sides, creating a sort of U, is in the center of the room. In the middle of the three sofas displays a clear glass coffee table. A lavish, white and green polka dotted rug lies under the table.
Ari leads you by your hand towards the closest sofa. Sitting next to her, you let yourself relax as Hoseok sits on the center sofa. As you sit back more, turning your body just a bit towards the two, you notice that on the wall behind Hoseok are photos of him and Ari. Others have you and Ari, all three of you, and even you and Yoongi. You really miss him.
“Like it?” you hear your best friend ask you, bringing your attention back towards her.
“Yeah. It feels like forever ago when it was only these past four years.”
“It does feel like it’s been a while,” Ari agrees, leaning an elbow on the armrest of the sofa. “Gave the four of us a whole wall while the rest of our friends and family share the wall with the fireplace.”
You look towards the wall at the opposite end where photos of unfamiliar people hang. You recognize her parents, some you guess may be her siblings with how similar they look. You’ve only met her parents—Ari’s siblings not living in town or the country, but they should be coming to town for her wedding. Others consist of Hoseok and his family. People you’ve never met.
“You’ll be staying here, right? Until you leave?” Hoseok asks. “You didn’t get a hotel or anything?”
“Oh, uh, I actually do have a booking–”
“Cancel it. You can stay here,” Hoseok interrupts, scooting forward in his seat to the point where he’s at the edge of the couch.
“Okay…” you reply in confusion, looking at Ari, but she’s just as confused as you.
“You’re more than welcome to stay,” Ari says, looking to you after a moment.
You nod, pulling out your phone from your coat pocket. “I’ll go ahead and call to cancel, and I guess I’ll change into pajamas since I’m not leaving anywhere.”
You stand up as Ari follows. “I’ll take your bag to our spare,” she states, letting you dig through your suitcase for your pajamas before taking the handle and pulling it down the hall. You follow her, opening a door she pointed to.
Entering the bathroom, you close the door behind you, pressing your phone to your ear as you wait for someone to answer. A woman answers the phone, and you begin your process in canceling your booked room. As you do so, you remove your pants, slipping on your sweats. Thankfully you were able to cancel your booking without any fees being made.
As you hang up, you place your phone on the counter. You look at yourself in the mirror. You look exhausted. You woke up at around two in the morning, and have been awake ever since. You know that the second you lay your head down on anything, you’ll fall asleep immediately. Hopefully you don’t start falling asleep while talking with Hoseok and Ari.
Removing your coat, you place it on the counter above your phone. You pull your shirt over your head, dropping it on top of your coat. You wipe your eyes, trying to rid of your tiredness. As you grab your pajama top, the bathroom door bursts open, causing you to jump, cover your chest as much as possible, and let out a gasp, a scream never making it past your lips.
You look to see Yoongi standing in the doorway, panting lightly as he looks at you. It feels as if time has stopped. Stopped so suddenly you’re unsure if he’s really here. If he’s really standing in front of you. You two haven’t talked in so long. Why is he here?
Why wouldn’t he be here? His best friend is getting married–of course he’d be here.
But why is he here?
How did he know you’d be here? In the bathroom?
It isn’t until later that night that you discover that Hoseok had texted Yoongi to let him know that you showed up at his house.
“Yoongi,” you whisper, still hesitant to believe that Yoongi would be here. Yoongi wastes no time in walking up to you, wrapping his arms around you and holding you so tight it feels welcoming. “Yoongi,” you say louder, wrapping your arms around him, holding him just as tight.
He’s here. He’s in your arms again. He came back to you.
Your hands are shaking as they clutch onto his sweater. You’re trying so hard not to cry, but your emotions are so hard to control. It’s like waves are crashing over one another, never showing any signs of stopping. He pulls back, cupping your cheeks, eyes searching yours. Searching for something you do not know of. Something he can only see. The gap between the two of you closes, and you feel his lips on your.
You feel whole again. As if time has finally continued on, but this time continues on with Yoongi.
To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in…. you are so worthy of love.
i’ve only had long black hair namjoon for a day and a half but if anything happened to him i would k*ll everyone in this room and then myself
🥺🥺 thank you so much for loving this series!!!
First Love | 26
Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | smut | unprotected | oral | penetrative | fingering | dirty talk | swearing
Word: 3.3k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
Four years ago I started writing this fic because of a stupid inspiration while I was in my dorm room. I wrote it because I needed a distraction from my online troubles and school, and now I finish this with a sense of relief and ache. It took me four years to finish this, and this fic has become my gem. I truly hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it and crying over it because I would constantly get stuck on it. Thank you for commenting, liking and reblogging this series. I enjoyed reading your comments, and I will always treasure them. Here’s to closing one chapter, and starting another. -ivory
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First Love | 26
Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | smut | unprotected | oral | penetrative | fingering | dirty talk | swearing
Word: 3.3k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
Four years ago I started writing this fic because of a stupid inspiration while I was in my dorm room. I wrote it because I needed a distraction from my online troubles and school, and now I finish this with a sense of relief and ache. It took me four years to finish this, and this fic has become my gem. I truly hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it and crying over it because I would constantly get stuck on it. Thank you for commenting, liking and reblogging this series. I enjoyed reading your comments, and I will always treasure them. Here’s to closing one chapter, and starting another. -ivory
Keep reading
First Love | 26
Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | smut | unprotected | oral | penetrative | fingering | dirty talk | swearing
Word: 3.3k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
Four years ago I started writing this fic because of a stupid inspiration while I was in my dorm room. I wrote it because I needed a distraction from my online troubles and school, and now I finish this with a sense of relief and ache. It took me four years to finish this, and this fic has become my gem. I truly hope you enjoyed reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it and crying over it because I would constantly get stuck on it. Thank you for commenting, liking and reblogging this series. I enjoyed reading your comments, and I will always treasure them. Here’s to closing one chapter, and starting another. -ivory
Yoongi takes a hold of your arms, lifting the upper half of your body up as he continues his fast, rhythmed pace. Sweat rolls down your neck, trailing between your breasts as you moan in ecstasy. The bed frame is rocking back and forth at a quick speed—matching the pace of Yoongi’s thrusts, but the frame doesn’t hit the wall. The two of you managed to bring it out far enough. The hotel room’s television is playing a movie you don’t recognize. It’s been playing for a while, but not once have you caught a glimpse of it to see what the movie is.
Yoongi pulls you further back until your back is against his, your head resting on his shoulder. He wraps one arm around your waist while the other goes around your chest, his heavy breathing against your ear. It sends a chill throughout your body.
“Yoongi,” you moan, feeling as if you’re going to erupt any second. “Please don’t stop,” you beg, your legs shaking from how tired they are. “I’m close.”
He growls into your ear, the hand that’s on your waist travels to your core. Finding your bud, he creates quick, circular motions sending you off the edge. You’re louder now, hands clutching onto his thighs as he whispers in your ear. He’s telling you how well you’re taking him, how he loves to hear your cries of pleasure—wants to feel your body quake as you orgasm on him. He wants to know that it was him that made you feel this way, and he is.
Ever since that night at the cabin, you’ve been desperate for him. You find it hard to keep your hands off him. You feel embarrassed with how much you always want him, but Yoongi always reassures you that he feels the same way. You feel like the two of you are worse than Ari and Hoseok, and you probably are.
You cry out as your body jerks from your orgasm. “Fuck, Y/N,” Yoongi moans, lowering your body back onto the bed, trying to keep his pace but he’s getting close, too. “Where do you want me—” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He’s close to his own ecstasy.
“My mouth,” you tell him, and you feel him pull out. You roll over onto your back, watching him as he straddles your chest, his member entering your open mouth.
Yoongi isn’t slow as he thrusts into your mouth, he’s rough and quick. He curses as you hollow out your cheeks, swirl your tongue, and do what you can to help him reach his high. Your eyes water as he hits the back of your throat, his hands grabbing onto the bed frame. After a few more thrusts, Yoongi stills, his warm seed invading your mouth. He pulls out as you swallow. He scoots back off your chest. Leaning down, he places a kiss on your lips.
You look towards the clock hanging on the wall to your right. “We should get our stuff packed. Check-out is in two hours,” you tell him, eyes glancing back at him.
With midterms coming up, you and Yoongi decided to finally go to the beach. You spent three amazing days at the hotel. Three days of feeling his lips on your body, hands roaming freely, and bodies intertwined. In three days you ran out of protection, but the two of you couldn’t help it today. Today you played a dangerous game. But now that dangerous, yet exciting game is over, and now you sadly have to go back. Back to the reality of the world; back to your last final ever. Once you finish your final, you wonder what you’re going to do next.
What you and Yoongi are going to do next.
Yoongi leans forward, pressing his lips against your neck. “Two hours is a long time,” he tells you, lips brushing against your skin as he speaks.
You fail to suppress the shiver that runs through your body as you reply, “Two hours is not a long time when we have to shower and pack.”
“I’ll pack while you shower, you pack while I shower,” he answers, his kisses trailing down your neck, between your breasts, down your stomach, and lower and lower.
“Yoongi, we should really start—” Your words catch in your throat, a gasp like moan leaving your lips as Yoongi explores your core.
“I’m not ready,” Ari says, falling back onto her bed. “I’m not ready for finals. I’m not ready for graduation. I am not ready for the real world.”
“But on the bright side of it all, you have a job lined up for you after you graduate,” you inform, hoping she won’t be as stressed as she is. ‘You’re gonna be a forensic linguist,” you add.
“You’re right,” she begins, “but I don’t want to move to a whole different city. I mean, I’m beyond grateful Hoseok managed to find a job where I’m at so I won’t be alone, but it’s away from everyone I know here.”
“I’ll come visit you once I figure out what I’m doing after graduation,” you tell her, hugging your pillow closer to you.
Ari sits up in her bed, a look of confusion etched onto her face. “Don’t you have that internship in New York?” You stare at her for a moment confused, but then your heart drops as realization hits you so hard you forget how to breathe. Ari’s expression changes to sympathetic. “You forgot, huh?”
You throw your pillow to the side, jumping off your bed and rushing to your desk. “I totally forgot about it. With everything that’s happened, it just escaped my mind,” you rush, opening your laptop. You hear Ari climb out of her bed, the sound of her slippers running along the floor as she stands next to you. You open your email, scrolling down and down until you find your first unopened email from Sun’s Crossing. You scroll through every email, reading updates on the company, what projects are coming up, and other things that don’t pertain to your internship. Reaching the final email, you open it.
It’s a schedule of your first day and plane ticket information.
“You’re leaving before our graduation?” Ari mumbles in disbelief. You’re quiet. Ari is telling you things, but you don’t hear it.
What are you going to do? When you applied, you were dating Hanbin. You had a plan. You had your future planned out. But now? Now you’re with Yoongi. Yoongi. Someone you love deeply. Someone you can’t leave—someone you don’t want to leave. You spent years loving him; years crying and trying to understand your relationship with him. Now you have him; you’re with him. Are you willing to lose it all?
“You better not be thinking of canceling this internship,” Ari warns, as if she senses your hesitance.
“I spent years—”
“And you’ve spent years aiming for this achievement,” Ari interrupts.
You close your laptop shut. “I don’t know what to do,” you confess, a lump forming in your throat.
Your best friend places a hand on your shoulder. “Tell him, Y/N. Talk with him and see what happens.” You honestly don’t want to, but you nod in response, still unsure of what you’re going to do.
A few days go by and you’ve said nothing to Yoongi yet. To be honest the two of you have been busy with getting homework done and preparing yourselves for finals in just two weeks. This entire semester has gone by so fast that it feels like you just blinked and it’s already the end. It feels like everything is rushing at you too quickly during what should be your greatest moments. Your final days at this university; your final days dorming with Ari. Everything is coming to an end, and you should be excited.
You should be happy to be finally done with this chapter, but the only thing that lingers in your thoughts is the internship. The looming thought of not going or going and not being with Yoongi anymore.
What do you do? Should you go through with this internship like you said you would months ago? Do you not go and follow Yoongi? What if the two of you fall apart? What if you blame him because you decided not to do the internship? What if you do go to New York and he blames himself because he follows and hates it? Why are there so many what ifs and no solution?
You feel fingers on either side of your cheeks, squishing them together, pursing your lips. Your gaze travels from the trees off in the distance to Yoongi who is standing next to you. He lets your cheeks go. “You’re spacing out,” he comments.
“Finals are stressing me out,” you lie, putting on a sheepish smile.
He isn’t buying it. You can see it in his eyes. “Are you sure that’s the only thing bothering you?” he pushes, eyeing you as if he’s looking for the real answer.
But you push the truth away, as far away from your eyes as possible. “Yeah. There’s a lot I need to prepare for, so it’s stressing me out a bit.” Thankfully he doesn’t push it any further, but you can tell he has so many questions, and thankfully he doesn’t get to ask them.
“Hey, Yoongs,” someone calls. The two of you turn towards a guy standing next to a set of stairs leading down to the lower half of the school. “We’re gonna be late.”
He gives a nod before looking back towards you. “I’ll see you later, okay?” You smile, nodding in response. You can’t really trust your voice right now. Yoongi leans in, pressing his lips against yours. “I love you,” he says as he separates from you.
“I love you, too,” you whisper, waving as you watch him follow his classmate. When he is no longer in sight, you start walking in a direction with no destination in mind. You just need a moment to collect yourself before you head back to your dorms for the day. You’re not ready to face Ari yet. She won’t like your lack of communication with Yoongi.
You wander for a while, feet just taking you wherever on campus. One minute you’re by the library and the next you’re walking by the humanities building where the pond is at. A pond you feel like is becoming your comfort pond when you’re feeling emotional. Or maybe it’s just your imagination. You’re unsure.
Taking a seat near the pond, you wipe away the tears that roll down your cheeks. You don’t like feeling this way. You don’t like the mixed feelings stirring in your stomach, lingering in your thoughts as you try and decide on what to do. You feel like the answer should be obvious, but which one is it? Do you stay? Do you go?
“Y/N?” a voice calls, and you look to your right where you see two familiar faces.
“Hey,” you say, quickly wiping away any tears that have been left behind. You stand on your feet, putting on your best smile for Lynn and Hanbin. “What are you guys doing here?”
They don’t say anything for a moment, the two of them sharing a look before Lynn looks back at you and she opens her arms. Inviting you like Hanbin did when you were conflicted when it came to Yoongi. You let out an exhausted chuckle and make your way towards her, welcoming her warm embrace. You really don’t stop the tears that fall as you hug her back.
“We up for a walk?” Hanbin asks. You separate from Lynn and give a small nod, ready to tell them everything.
Ever since that day you met Lynn, you’ve met with the two often. They’ve become close friends, and you’re so grateful that you three are able to have this friendship without it being weird or anything. Lynn is so kind and supporting you don’t know what you’d do without her or Hanbin. Even now she listens to you as you tell them your troubles without uttering a word.
“I just don’t know what to do,” you confess as the three of you reach the front of the university where its sign is displayed in all its glory. You start left, following the sidewalk that will lead you all around the school.
“You tell him the truth and you take that internship,” Lynn states, as if it’s obvious, and it should be, but is it?
You look to her who is standing to your right. “But…”
Hanbin chimes in, “You don’t halt your career for someone because you might not be with them in the long run. If he was truly supportive, he’d tell you to go. It’s what you’ve dreamed of, and you can’t let anyone or anything hold you back.”
“Hanbin is right,” she states.
“But what if we break up?” your question.
“Then that’s where your story ends with him. It will hurt—everyone’s first love hurts when it’s over, but it doesn’t mean you won’t find love again. It doesn’t mean you won’t find each other again,” Lynn tells you, looping her arm through yours. She brings you closer to her. “It’s life, but that’s what’s amazing about it; you never know the outcome.”
“Lynn and I will try long distance when we graduate. We’re hopeful that we’ll be okay. We found each other once, who’s to say we won’t again?” Hanbin says, taking a hold of her hand.
That’s right…
Hanbin has his own internship in California. Even if you were still dating Hanbin, the two of you were going to do long distance. You planned your future together once your internships were over. Why can’t you do the same with Yoongi?
You walk out of the classroom having just turned in your last final. You’re done. No more classes, no more homework or tests. No more coming back to this school.
Where does your future lead you? You’re still not sure. You haven’t told Yoongi yet about your internship. You just haven’t had the time yet, or the courage if you’re going to be honest. Since your conversation with Hanbin and Lynn, things have been hectic and you had no time to really have a clear conversation with Yoongi.
But now you only have a week and a half to talk with Yoongi before your plane departs to your possible future.
Maybe it’s best to talk with him now. Just get it done and over with.
Making your way towards the bus stop closest to the library, you check your phone for any notifications. Nothing important it seems. You place your phone in your back pocket as you pass the line of buildings your classes have always been in. The line of buildings you have grown accustomed to. As you round the corner of the third building, you spot the empty bus stop. There won’t be a lot of people on campus today because it’s the last day of finals. A majority of students probably had their finals already. They’re off enjoying their summer break.
Just as you reach the bus stop, a bus comes to a stop in front of you. Reading the number, you pull out your card and enter the bus. What luck. You press the card to the scanner, hearing the familiar sound of your card being accepted and make your way down the aisle. You take a seat by the window right across from the back doors of the bus. You busy yourself with putting your card back in your bag as another passenger enters the bus. You hear their footsteps make their way down the aisle, but rather than pass you or sit somewhere in front of you, the person takes a seat right next to you.
You look up and towards the person only to see Yoongi staring right at you. “Yoongi,” you say, your tone clearly surprised. Did he have a final today? You don’t remember.
“Ari told me about your internship,” he says, getting straight to the point. Your eyes widen, mouth open to respond, but what can you say? “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You’re silent for a moment, thoughts racing a mile a minute. Why is it harder than you thought? You want to cry. You want to break down and ask him to tell you what to do. You want him to tell you to stay with him. “I don’t know what to do,” you confess, voice just a whisper. The bus jerks forward.
“You take it,” he says matter-of-factly.
You look at him in shock. “What?”
Yoongi takes your hands in his. “Y/N, this is what you’ve dreamed of. Why wouldn’t you take it?”
“Because I don’t want to be separated from you,” you finally say, as if the answer has been waiting to burst free. As if this is the true answer to your problem.
He laughs, but it sounds defeated. “I didn’t wait a year for you, only to lose you because you’re moving to New York for a year or two. That won't’ change anything.” When you don’t say anything, he continues, “I don’t want you to halt your plans because of me. I’m not going to let you pick me over your career.”
You don't stop the tears that now fall. Yoongi releases your hands and cups your cheeks, his thumbs running across the tears to wipe them away. “I don’t like it,” you cry.
He smiles. “I hear long distance can be fun,” he tells you, but you know he’s lying. It’s hard; it sucks. Not everyone makes it out together.
The rest of your week and a half goes by in a blink of an eye. And now you’re standing in the airport before the gates where you separate from the three of them. Ari is hugging you tightly, tears streaming down her face. Your heart aches for her.
“Call me the second you land in New York, got it?” she demands, breaking her hug from you.
“Got it,” you answer, giving her your best smile. “Make sure you take pictures of your graduation.”
“Obviously. Who’s gonna pick out my outfit for me? Expect a call the day before.”
She takes a step back, letting Hoseok walk up to you. He smiles his usual bright smile, opening his arms for you to walk into. You wrap your arms around him as you hug him tightly, too. “Take care of her,” you whisper for only him to hear. “Both of them,” you add.
“Of course. You just make sure you take care of yourself out there,” he says, rubbing his hand on your back in a comforting manner. “I’ll miss you, best friend.”
You laugh. “I’ll miss you, too.” As the two of you break apart, Hoseok goes over to a sobbing Ari, wrapping his arm around her and leading her away from you and Yoongi. Your eyes meet him and you immediately break down. Your boyfriend walks up to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sob into his shoulder, hand clutching on to the back of his shirt. “I’m scared.”
“You’ll be okay.” He places a kiss on the side of your head. “You’ll get there and have an amazing time. By the time we see each other again, you’ll be famous.” You know he’s trying to comfort you, but you feel your heart break. You feel the ache in your chest you haven’t felt in so long. “Hey,” he begins, grabbing you by your shoulders and pushing you away to look him in his eyes, “we’ll talk whenever you want, for however long you want, okay?”
You nod, telling him, “I love you.”
His eyes are full of emotions. Emotions you can’t distinguish. It’s like all of the emotions you two have felt over this past year are stirring in his eyes. He cups your cheeks, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours roughly. As if it’s your last kiss, and in a way it is.
“I love you, Y/N. More than life itself.”
There’s this yoongi fic called ‘Dating Advice’ or something like that and you can tell this person was inspired by First Love. But they definitely made it into their own which is amazing!!! But I just couldn’t stop thinking of First love yoongi so I couldn’t read it 😩
Oooo that sounds interesting 👀
Lolol yoongi do be having that affect on people 😌
Omg I’m so curious as to how the conversation between Sam & Yoongi went when Oc told her off😂 So this whole time, Sam knew that they were together but she still did what she did, wow💀 and I love how Yoongi went from being cold and not really showing his emotions like that to even crying at the fear of losing oc and telling her how much he loves her and wants her only😔 was he hurt when she ended the arrangement that he started sleeping around again right after? 😭
Sam was most likely shocked lmao, and most likely yoongi be pretty shocked as well when he was told.
She's his weak spot 😭
Yoongi be a mysterious man, we may never know how he feels.
First Love was AMAZING ❤️ so glad Sam is out of the picture, like so rude of her to not acknowledge Oc when she in fact did see her like who does that😒 and when Yoongi ran to Oc and told her he only wants her and then they finally got to do it in the end on the trip🥹❤️
Thank you! 😚
Sam sucks. She just majorly sucks, and yoongi finally stepping up and being truthful after MONTHS of waiting 😭 and I'm pretty sure those two would go at it like wild rabbits for a hot minute after lusting for each other for so long lolol
I'm glad you've enjoyed the series so far! I truly appreciate the comment ❤️
First Love | 25
Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | smut | oral | penetrative | fingering | choking | dirty talk | swearing
we finally coming to an end my dudes
Word: 4.8k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
“Camping?” you ask, your feet guiding you left to avoid the oncoming traffic of people heading in the opposite direction you’re going.
“Yeah,” Ari begins, the two of you rounding a corner, “remember last year we said we’d go camping during fall break? Well, since this is our last fall semester, why not have fun?”
You’re quiet for a moment, thinking her request over. As you begin your reply, the two of you enter the pizza shop at the lower level of the student center, “I don’t mind going, but I’m not sure if Yoongi will be as willing.”
“Hoseok is talking to him, and you know that if Hoseok talks to him, Yoongi will go. They’re best friends,” Ari replies, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “Just like us,” she adds.
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i don’t know what’s going on but i want to be a part of it (cr. @minieggukie)
First Love | 25
Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | smut | oral | penetrative | fingering | choking | dirty talk | swearing
we finally coming to an end my dudes
Word: 4.8k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
“Camping?” you ask, your feet guiding you left to avoid the oncoming traffic of people heading in the opposite direction you’re going.
“Yeah,” Ari begins, the two of you rounding a corner, “remember last year we said we’d go camping during fall break? Well, since this is our last fall semester, why not have fun?”
You’re quiet for a moment, thinking her request over. As you begin your reply, the two of you enter the pizza shop at the lower level of the student center, “I don’t mind going, but I’m not sure if Yoongi will be as willing.”
“Hoseok is talking to him, and you know that if Hoseok talks to him, Yoongi will go. They’re best friends,” Ari replies, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “Just like us,” she adds.
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First Love | 25
Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | smut | oral | penetrative | fingering | choking | dirty talk | swearing
we finally coming to an end my dudes
Word: 4.8k
You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi
Chapter Index
“Camping?” you ask, your feet guiding you left to avoid the oncoming traffic of people heading in the opposite direction you’re going.
“Yeah,” Ari begins, the two of you rounding a corner, “remember last year we said we’d go camping during fall break? Well, since this is our last fall semester, why not have fun?”
You’re quiet for a moment, thinking her request over. As you begin your reply, the two of you enter the pizza shop at the lower level of the student center, “I don’t mind going, but I’m not sure if Yoongi will be as willing.”
“Hoseok is talking to him, and you know that if Hoseok talks to him, Yoongi will go. They’re best friends,” Ari replies, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. “Just like us,” she adds.
You chuckle as the two of you wait in line for your turn to order. With the time just hitting noon, you two will be able to get your meal and find a seat somewhere easily as several classes end, and students are making their way towards the food courts. After you’ve placed your order, Ari sets off to find a table while you wait for your number to be called.
It’s crazy how you’re already going to graduate. Four years you have spent at this university, and within those four years, you’ve experienced so many things and went through so much emotionally. But through all of that, you’re somewhere in life you never expected you’d be. You’re happy where you are, and you’re excited to see where life takes you from here on out.
Your number is called and you make your way towards the pick up counter. Grabbing the tray, you thank the staff and make your way outside the building, scanning the tables for Ari. She waves you down across the small court. You make your way towards her and place the tray on the table as you reach your spot, taking a seat next to her.
“I haven’t had a pizza in a hot minute,” your best friend exclaims, grabbing her slice, eyes lighting up with hunger as she takes a bite. “I forgot how amazing it tastes.”
You nod in agreement as you take a bite of your own, feeling the warmth of the cheese and pepperoni invade your taste bud. “Where would we be going?” you ask in between bites.
“Hoseok said it’s up in the mountains a few hours from here. Nice cabin in the woods—with other cabins of course. I’m not going out into the woods to die in some cabin with no one else around,” she states, shaking her head.
“Your mind should be focused on midterms rather than a possible horror film in the woods. They begin next week,” you remind, grabbing your cup for a drink.
Ari groans. “Don’t remind me please. I am not in the midterm mood to think about my two tests and two papers I have to worry about. Just let me focus on fall break, and the cute cabin I’ll be relaxing in for a few days.” You can’t help but sigh, knowing that she’ll do her papers last minute, stressing over how little time she has. All because she isn’t starting it now. As if sensing your disapproval, she adds, “I’ll start this weekend.”
“Boo.” Both you and Ari jump in your seats, turning your heads towards Hoseok who is grinning wildly at his accomplishment.
“You—” Hoseok’s laugh interrupts Ari as he leans down and kisses her temple. Yoongi walks up next to his roommate, shaking his head.
You smile at him as he takes a seat next to you, Hoseok claiming his spot next to Ari. “Class is over already?” you ask as he places his food tray in front of him. Usually right now he’d be in class and wouldn’t be out for another half hour or so.
“Canceled,” he replies, unwrapping his sandwich.
“So,” Ari begins, “about the trip.” Your attention turns back to your best friend. Ari looks between all three of you. “Our check-in time is around two. My last final ends at ten, so Hoseok and I will be able to make it to check-in.” Ari’s eyes land on yours. “I know your last final is the day before…” she trails off, eyes slowly scanning towards Yoongi who is taking a bite out of his lunch.
He looks up, takes a few seconds to chew his food before answering, “My last final starts at six, so I won’t get there ‘til midnight or so.”
Ari hums in response. “So any activity will be the next day. I’ll reschedule the dinner reservations for the next day.” Grabbing a pen and notebook from her bag, Ari jots down a note in it before placing it back into her bag. “Then I’ll make sure we’re awake to let you in so you’re not outside all night.”
“What are the plans for the trip?” Hoseok asks.
Ari’s eyes seem to light up as she looks at her boyfriend, ready to go into detail as to what is planned for the trip. She then goes into a very long, very planned agenda for fall break. Hot tub, watch movies, play games, build a snowman, sledding, and whatever else is possible if the snow isn’t too bad.
“What kind of movies,” Hoseok questions, tone cautious as if one of the movies is going to make him back out of the trip.
Ari smiles sheepishly. “I only have one scary movie. Everything else is comedy, romance, or action.” Hoseok gives a look of distaste. “Don’t worry, I was only planning on watching it with Y/N while you and Yoongi did your own thing.” Your roommate places a hand over her boyfriend’s in a comforting manner.
“Yeah, yeah,” Hoseok replies, snatching his hand away from his girlfriend as if she had just insulted him. Ari laughs in response.
“Are you going to ride with them?” Yoongi asks you.
You look to him. “What do you mean?” you respond, the little bickering between your friends drowning away as you focus on your boyfriend.
“When they leave for the cabin, are you going with them? If there’s anything that doesn’t fit in their trunk, you can leave it here and I’ll bring it.”
You shake your head. “I want to go with you,” you tell him.
“I’ll be arriving late,” he somewhat objects, as if your sleep is important when in reality just being with him is more important to you than sleep.
“I can sleep a little before we leave,” you counter. You want to go with him, and nothing will change that. It also seems that Yoongi caught on because in response he nods, a small smile growing on his lips. You couldn’t stop the fluttering in your chest at his smile.
You help Ari with the last of her suitcase, hearing a grunt from Hoseok as Ari closes the trunk to his car. You look over to him, watching him adjust the strap on his shoulder as he makes his way over towards you.
“What’s in the bag?” you can’t help but ask. Everything should already be packed, so why does he have one more?
“I bought a bunch of games yesterday for us to play in case we get snowed in,” he answers, a big grin on his face.
“How much is “a bunch”?” Ari asks, eyeing his bag.
Opening the back passenger side door, Hoseok carefully throws the bag in the car. “Enough to play all of them before we head back here.”
Ari sighs and you laugh. Hoseok closes the door and walks up to the two of you. Wrapping an arm around his girlfriend, he asks, “You ready to head out?”
“Hell yeah. I need a much needed break from this place.” Your roommate gazes over to you. “We’ll see you there, and be sure to tell Yoongi to drive safe,” Ari instructs, stepping away from her boyfriend and wraps her arms around you in a hug.
“You guys be careful on your drive there,” you tell her, wrapping your arms around her.
“We’ll be fine. You’re talking to the number one safest driver in the world,” Hoseok says, wrapping an arm around you once Ari had let you go. Both you and Ari laugh at Hoseok’s comment, earning an offended look when he separates from you. “I’m being serious,” he argues, a hand on his chest as if he really were offended.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go Fast and Furious,” Ari comments, patting his back before making her way towards the passenger side car door. “See you there, Y/N!” she calls before getting in.
“Later, Y/N,” Hoseok says before making his way towards the driver's side.
You wave goodbye and watch your two friends drive out of the parking lot. Once the car is no longer in sight, you make your way towards the food court. Walking up the stairs, you dig in your pocket for the chips as a pair of students exit the building, one holding the door open for you. You thank them before entering, walking up to the person behind the register. Handing your chips to the person, they reach down under the counter and pull out a plastic cup and container, handing it to you just as you press your ID to the scanner.
You enter the room lined with foods of all kinds. Scanning the varieties of foods for the day, you contemplate on what to get. After a few seconds of deciding, you make your way towards the far back room where they have a delicious pasta you can’t name. After gathering all the foods you want, including a broccoli cheddar soup and an ice cream, you make your way back to your dorm where a new episode of your favorite show is waiting.
And so, you spend the next couple of hours on your computer doing whatever to keep you entertained.
Hours have gone by and you’re awoken to the feeling of something soft caressing your cheek. You slowly open your eyes, adjusting to the bright light you had left on. As your eyes focus, you find Yoongi standing in front of you, a small smile on his lips. “Morning,” he says.
You’re fully awake now and sitting up as you ask, “Are you done with midterms?”
“Yeah.”
You frown. “How did you get in?” you question. You didn’t leave the door open—the doors are too heavy to stay open.
“Ari gave me her ID yesterday. She figured you’d fall asleep,” he replies, handing you your best friend's ID.
You take the card, nodding your head in agreement. “She does know me,” you confess. You look back up to him after putting Ari’s ID in your pajama pocket. “Did you eat? Pack? Are you tired?” you bombard him, eyes scanning him up and down for any signs of exhaustion or hunger.
Yoongi lets out a quiet laugh. “I did pack. I did eat. I’m not tired, I stay up pretty late, so I won’t be tired for a while longer.” His eyes glance down to under your bed where you left your suitcase. “You ready to head out?”
You nod, removing the blanket off you and hop off your bed. The two of you gather all your belongings—you double check to make sure you’re leaving nothing behind. Following him out of your dorm, you turn off your light, and make your way down the hallway towards the door. Your guess is that he already has his stuff in the car. Exiting the building, you’re met with cold, moist air.
Guess it rained, you think to yourself, carefully walking down the wet steps.
As you reach the last step, you follow Yoongi towards his car, which is parked at the closest parking spot. Yoongi opens the trunk, lifts your suitcase into the trunk and places it next to his. You were right about him already putting his stuff in the car. You hand him your smaller bag for him to place it next to your suitcase. As he closes the trunk, the two of you make your way to the front.
You climb into his car, put on your seatbelt and place your pillow on your lap. Yoongi straps his seatbelt and starts the engine. He looks to you. “Ready?” he asks. You nod.
The entire drive is a comfortable silence with soothing music playing, and Yoongi never once letting go of your hand.
By the time Yoongi pulls into the driveway of the cabin, it’s a quarter till two. You see Hoseok’s car, confirming that they made it. As Yoongi cuts the engine, you unbuckle your seatbelt and climb out of the car. There’s no snow yet, but it’s very cold here compared to the city you had just left. The cabin looks like your fairytale with ivy hanging off the wooden walls, deer figures scattered across the lawn. It’s beyond cute, and you’re so excited to stay here.
Hearing the trunk open, you turn your attention towards Yoongi at the back of the car. You make your way over towards him, taking the small bags while he takes both of your suitcases. With everything in hand, you two walk up to the door. Yoongi releases on of the handles and punches in the code on the doorknob and a small click sound is heard. You enter the cabin.
It’s dark, with the furniture outlined from the moonlight, but you can’t see anything else. As much as you want to see everything, you don’t want to wake up your friends, so you opt to tour the entire cabin tomorrow.
“Hoseok said our room is at the end of the hall,” Yoongi whispers. “Take the suitcase,” he instructs, handing you one of the suitcases. You take it and wait a few seconds, hearing some shuffling sounds before a sudden light appears from Yoongi. You realize it’s his phone’s light. “Let’s find the room.”
You make your way towards the hall, passing the sofa, the kitchen it seems, and a closed door. As you make your way down the hall, you pass a few more closed doors. You’re unsure as to which one Ari and Hoseok are sleeping in, and you’re beyond curious as to what it looks like. Reaching the end of the hall, Yoongi stops at a closed door. He twists the handle, opening the door. A few seconds later the bedroom light comes on. The bedroom looks so modern, as if it doesn’t belong to a cabin. The walls are gray, floor an oak wood, a desk to the right, TV hung on the wall across from the bed, and just decorations on stands, bookcases and hung on the wall.
“Looks cozy,” Yoongi comments, walking into the room and closer to the door for you to enter. Once you’re inside, the door closes behind you. He places both of your belongings against the wall, and you do the same.
You take out the essentials and decide to worry about unpacking the rest later. You climb into bed and scroll through your phone while Yoongi takes a shower. You decided to wait for him before going to sleep. When he finally comes out, he’s wearing just sweats, his hair dripping wet and his towel draped around his shoulders. You can’t stop your heart from beating rapidly as you watch him dig through his bag. You watch him carefully as he pulls out a shirt, making his way towards the foot of the bed and takes a seat. His back is to you. His glistening back with beads of water falling down to his sweats.
Your body seems to move on its own. You crawl over to him just as he stands and tosses his towel on the love seat in the corner. You sit up on your knees behind him, the tips of your fingers touching his back. He lightly jumps and turns to look at you. He stares at you with curious eyes, but his eyes soon change to something else when your hand grabs the waistband of his sweats and pull him closer to you. The shirt is no longer in his hands.
Yoongi closes the gap between you two within seconds. His lips are warm and eager much like your own. He kisses you as if he’s been deprived, and you know you’re the same. You’ve waited so long for this. So long to just have him. All of him. Every heartache, every unsaid word that has built up between the two of you since he agreed to help you is just fading away within this one kiss.
You feel his hands at your side, fingers gliding under your shirt, brushing along your skin. His fingers only linger for a moment before they grab the hem of your shirt and he lifts it up. You break the kiss, lifting your arms for him to pull your shirt over your head before your lips meet again. There’s desperation between the two of you. Desperation to feel each other, to be close to one another. To feel that pleasure you’ve longed for.
You’re not going to let anything stop you two from going all the way.
Your hand that is still holding on to his waistband travels inside his sweats, pushing past his boxers. You reach down until you feel Yoongi’s member. Taking a hold of it, you bring your hand from the base to his tip, earning a groan from your boyfriend. The sound—his sound encourages you to do more. To keep going. And so you do. You move your hand back and forth, every now and then twisting your hand, and as you do so, you feel it get harder and harder.
Yoongi grabs a tight hold of your hair, pushing your head back just a bit as he takes a light bite of your lower lip. His eyes bore into yours, showing nothing but lust. A shiver erupts throughout your body. Yoongi releases your lower lip, and you whisper, “I want to taste you.”
He releases your hair, letting you take control of the situation. You get off the bed, turning his back to the bed, and lightly push him to sit down. You get down on your knees, grabbing a hold of his sweats and boxers. Yoongi lifts himself just a bit for you to pull it off of him. They fall to his ankles and you focus your attention on his hardened member in front of you. You reach out, taking a few strokes before leaning forward, letting your lust take control. You take him into your mouth, feeling his warm, throbbing shaft invade your taste buds.
“Fuck,” Yoongi mutters, his hand going back into your hair to remove it from your face.
For a moment you let your tongue swirl around, tasting the saltiness from his pre cum before you bring your head up to the tip, and then bring it back down to the base. You feel his tip hit the back of your throat as you bring your head back up. His hips jerk as you go back down, swirling your tongue; his grip on your hair tightens.
Your body is burning as you continue your motions. Your body aches for his touch, your ears beg to hear his moans, and your mouth lusts for his taste. You can’t control yourself. You don't want to control yourself. You want to get lost in the lust your thoughts are giving, give in to the need your body is craving. And you do.
You’ve always been slow when it comes to pleasing, but your body wants to go faster, deeper. You want to wake up with a sore throat all while knowing you gave Yoongi the best pleasure you can give. All while knowing that he released himself in your mouth and you swallowed every bit of it.
“Fuck, Y/N,” Yoongi moans, gripping your hair even tighter, and holding your head still. You look up at him with curious eyes and you're met with one of hunger and need. You feel your face flush as he mutters, “Let me finish, baby.” He’s never called you “baby” before, and it sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You nod as you let him be in control, and when he does, you’re only more desperate for him to be in you.
Yoongi thrusts into your mouth with such quick and hard thrusts that your eyes water and you’re gagging every time he hits the back of your throat. But he doesn’t stop. He never once stops as he ravages your mouth, moaning and praising you as he pleases himself. He thrusts and thrusts until he goes rigid, warm liquid filling your mouth. You swallow, licking everything you can off of him before breaking away from his member. You look up at him as he cups your cheeks, thumbs running across your cheeks.
“Was I too rough?” he asks, eyes searching yours as he continues to wipe away the tears that have fallen.
You shake your head. “Please touch me,” you say, hands going over his. “I need you, Yoongi. My body is burning, and I can’t control all these thoughts that are running through my head. I want you. I want to feel you inside me—I want to feel whatever it is my body is yearning. I don’t know why I’m so desperate for you right now, but I am. I want you to take me and make me yours.” You ramble, letting everything you’re feeling at the moment come out. You were never like this with Hanbin, and you don’t know how to understand your thoughts and needs. All of this is so foreign, and you need Yoongi to fix it. To put your body at ease.
Yoongi takes a hold of your hand, pulling you to your feet as he stands. He caresses your cheek once more before kissing you. He’s soft this time, and slow. You instantly feel at ease as you kiss him back. Kissing him as if it’s your first shared kiss. There is so much love and tenderness to this kiss that you feel as if you can get lost into it.
You feel Yoongi’s hands on your back, traveling up to your bra. He only takes a second to unclasp your bra, the two of you letting it fall to the ground along with the rest of his clothing articles. As your tongues dance around each other, one of his hands cups your breast. His thumb rubs against your nipple, every now and then giving it a pull and earning a gasp from you.
“Yoongi,” you beg, and he catches the hint.
He pushes you back onto the bed. You take a seat at the edge of the bed, looking up at him with eager eyes. Yoongi follows your motion and gets to his knees. He grabs the waistband of your pajama pants and underwear and says, “Just like our first practice.”
Your thoughts flood back to the first time you felt Yoongi’s tongue between your legs. It was your first time experiencing something like that. You had your eyes closed, unsure as to what pleasure you were feeling until you finally opened your eyes and looked towards the mirror. You couldn’t see Yoongi’s face, only the top of his head as he busied himself with your core. You watched in awe for a moment before you let out a moan. Then you were lost in the ecstasy that you felt that day.
You prop your feet at the edge of the bed once the rest of your clothing is removed. Yoongi grips your thighs, spreading your legs open wider before his mouth finds your center. You let out a moan, your back arching as you clutch the blanket. Yoongi lapses his tongue between your folds, sucking on your clit when his tongue reaches the top. He swirls his tongue between your folds, sticks it in your entrance, and repeats those motions until you're a moaning mess. You’re panting and begging for him to not stop, moaning his name.
“I’m close,” you cry, your hand clutching his hair. Yoongi’s mouth travels up from your entrance to your bean. He licks and sucks as he pushes two fingers in your entrance. “P-please don’t stop,” you beg, your toes curling. You’re so close—you’re almost there. Yoongi picks up his pace, his fingers curling as he pulls out. You see stars as you shut your eyes, one of your hands practically white from the grip you have on the blanket. Your body quakes as you feel your body reach its peak. Yoongi slows his pace but doesn’t stop until your legs collapse from exhaustion.
He removes his fingers and mouth from you, standing to his feet. You open your eyes just as Yoongi pulls his fingers from his mouth. Sitting up, you reach for his once again hardened shaft. “I need you,” you tell him, stroking him.
He groans, taking your hand away from him. You scoot back as he climbs on the bed. You lie down as he claims your lips once again. You can’t help but bring your hand back down between you two and take a hold of his member again. He moans, breaking the kiss. “If you keep doing that I won’t make it,” he says against your lips.
“Did you bring any protection?” you ask him, your fingers brushing along his throb.
He hisses in bliss. “No, but I saw that note and box on the nightstand when we first came in.” He looks to the side of the bed closest to the bathroom door. You follow his gaze and see the nightstand with a white folded paper and a box of condoms. Yoongi reaches for both and hands you the note. Opening it, you read:
Enjoy your first night, you two! Hoseok and I made sure you got the soundproof room ;)
You never once saw the note or box.
“I’ll be giving Hoseok a hard time for providing me with these,” he begins, already having opened the box and wrapper, unrolling it on his penis, “but for now I’ll thank him for it.” He slides his wrapped organ against your folds, causing you to gasp, the paper falling to the side somewhere. “I can’t wait anymore, Y/N.”
Neither can you. You’ve waited for so long. Grabbing his penis, you guide him towards your entrance. Yoongi leans forward, pressing his lips to your as he pushes himself inside. You inhale a short breath, feeling him push himself deeper until he no longer can. You’re both still for a moment, breaths mixing with one another as you wait.
“Tell me when to move,” he whispers. You wait a moment, letting your body adjust. Finally, you give a nod, and he slowly pulls out. Yoongi moans as he pushes back in. “You’re so tight. Fuck, Y/N. I don’t know how long I can last.”
No words leave your open mouth as you enjoy this sensation he’s giving you. You feel as if this is your first time. As if he’s taking this precious piece of you, and is so careful with it. He’s gentle and kind, but you want something more. You want him to not be so gentle. You want him to pin your hands above your head, put your legs on his shoulders, or even pin them wide open for him to just take complete control. You want him to treat you the way he’s treated all those women you’ve heard from your room.
“Yoongi,” you moan. He looks at you. “Be rougher,” you whisper, feeling the heat in your cheeks from embarrassment. “Please.”
He gives you one more kiss before sitting up. Taking a hold of your waist, Yoongi takes complete control. He thrust roughly into you, your breath leaving your lungs. He doesn’t slow down, but goes harder as the sound of skin slapping fills the already moan filled room. He grinds his hips against yours, his fingers digging into your skin as he grunts.
“You feel so good, baby. Keep moaning for me.” One of his hands travels up from your waist to around your neck, tightening around it just a bit. Your hands wrap around his wrist, holding onto it tight and making sure he doesn’t remove his hand from around your neck.
You remember the first time he had his hand wrapped around your neck. The two of you were in the bathroom at a party. You’ve never felt so much pleasure back then, but what happened many months ago can never compare to what is happening right now.
“Yoongi,” you whimper, feeling your high coming way too quickly. He releases his grip around your neck and leans forward, kissing you. You’re getting closer, and as much as you don’t want to finish, you’re tired. After sitting in a car for so many hours, exhaustion is finally kicking in. “I’m close,” you groan, hands clutching onto his back as your high builds.
You feel Yoongi’s pace no longer has a rhythm to it. He kisses you again and tells you, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” you cry, your orgasm following after.