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First Love | 21

Yoongi x reader | 18+ | college au | tattoo artist au | angst | fluff | smut | fingering | oral | swearing

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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

“Yoongi,” you choke, shutting your eyes as he sucks on your skin, swirling his tongue along the sensitive area. He focuses on a new spot on your neck, closer to your ear. “Yoongi,” you repeat, this time your tone not wavering from the sensation you’re feeling.

Finally, he pulls himself away from your slowly bruising neck. He says nothing as he stares down at you, waiting for you to tell him whatever you’re going to tell him. Even though things have gotten heated before, you can’t help but look away and blush. 

“People will see what you do to my neck,” you mutter. 

“Then I’ll go lower,” he plainly tells you.

Your eyes dart back to him immediately. “Lower?”

He sits up, his hands going to your shirt, and he slowly unbuttons it, eventually revealing your bra. “Lower,” he whispers, leaning down, kissing your neck, slowly making his way down until he reaches your breasts. Your heart races, mind in a whirlwind. You can feel his fingers trace along your exposed skin, his tongue brushing along his mark. 

Ever since the movie theater, it seems the two of you always try to find a moment to be alone. In the beginning it was small kisses every so often, but as you became more confident, the more the sweet kisses turned into tongues dancing with one another, hands traveling—but never far even though you want him to. 

Now Yoongi is going further than ever, and you’ve never been so excited and scared at the same time. Will it go further than him teaching you how hickeys are made? Will it lead to him teaching you about sex even though you’re no longer new in that department? What will he do? What do you want him to do?

“I can go further down,” he interrupts your thoughts, eyes meeting each other. When you open your mouth, no words come out. What does he mean? “I can go here,” he tells you, voice raspy as you feel his hand touch your inner thighs. 

“If you don’t want my mouth there, what about my fingers here?” he asks, his fingers barely touching your core. 

Your body can’t help but flinch from the small, sudden sensation. “Please,” you whisper, trying to not sound as anxious and desperate as you really are. 

Yoongi presses his lips to yours, no hesitation to bite your lip and push his tongue into your mouth as his fingers travel under your sweats and underwear. You inhale sharply when you feel his fingers follow the trail between your folds. You spread your legs wider for him to get better access, excitement spreading through you as his fingers travel up and down, teasing you. 

You let out a small moan when his fingers find your bud, forming small circles. “Yoongi,” you quietly moan as his mouth leaves yours, traveling back down to your breasts to leave his mark. Your mind is no longer in control, hips moving to the movement of his fingers, ready to build up the sensation you haven’t felt in a while. However, Yoongi stops his motion, leaving you helpless. His fingers travel down until they’re at your entrance. 

His first digit enters slowly and you exhale, the foreign feeling causes your back to arch. Yoongi pulls his finger back out and then pushes it back in, helping your body get familiar again with the feeling. He spends a couple of minutes of using just one finger before you feel a second digit join as he pushes back in. You let out a shaky breath, eyes closed as you enjoy the feeling, wanting something more. 

Yoongi takes notice of something and separates his mouth from your bruised colored breast and brings his lips to your ears. “Why are you so quiet?” he asks. “You weren’t this quiet at the party, or on our last lesson.” 

Yoongi curls his fingers, your body flinching. “Yoongi,” you whimper, clutching onto his hoodie. 

“I want to hear you,” he demands, thrusting his finger faster and curling them to hit your perfect spot. 

“Please,” you beg, knuckles practically turning white. 

“Let me hear you.” 

You release your grip on his hoodie, taking a hold of his cheeks and pushing his head back just enough for you to press your lips against them, letting out the moan he desires. You hope your moans are muffled enough for no one to hear. 

You can feel him smirk against your lips, thrusting his fingers even faster. Your legs shake from the sensation, your build up getting higher and closer. He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down until you break the kiss, trying to stop yourself from moaning as loudly as you do. 

“Yoongi—please,” you beg, but you’re not sure whether you’re begging him to go faster, or to slow down because you’re coming and you’re coming way too quickly. 

“Your walls are closing,” he comments, curling his fingers, earning a whimper from you. 

Your back arches, toes curl and hands clutch onto his blanket as you ride out your orgasm. When your body no longer shakes, Yoongi removes his fingers, your body slightly flinching. His hand is completely removed from your sweats, leaning back to sit up on his knees. Sitting up, you watch him grab a small towel, your eyes traveling down to his now noticeable bulge in his own sweats.

Your hand reaches out, lightly touching his hardened bulge. Eyes traveling back up, Yoongi is staring down at you, eyes seeming darker than they were moments ago. “I don’t want to take it all the way yet,” he confesses, and you feel comfort in that. Even though your mind is jumbled, you don’t think you’re ready yet either. 

You shake your head in response, adding, “I… I just want to touch you,” you mumble, wanting nothing more than to look away from his intense filled gaze, but wanting to look firm and confident. However, you're pretty sure you don't. It's hard to look confident when he's staring at you with such a gaze you've never seen before. It's hard to keep eye contact with him. 

"Is that what you want?" he asks, voice deeper and raspy. 

You get to your knees, mustering all the courage to keep your gazes locked with him as your hand goes to his clothed member. Yoongi takes in a sharp breath as your hand moves along his member. "It is," you reply in a whisper, searching his dark eyes for confirmation to continue. 

Yoongi responds with his lips roughly moving against yours, tongue wanting access immediately. You give him access he wants as your hands go to his band of his sweats, pushing them down just enough for his length to spring free. 

You think back to when you were alone with him in his room. You were learning about the penis and how to give a handjob. You remember the way he looked when your hand moved up and down on him, the way his breathing hitched—how he encouraged and begged you to move your hand a certain way. 

You do as you were taught now, hearing his breathing go heavy, hands clutching onto your hair as he breaks the kiss. "Fuck," he whispers. 

"Lie down," you instruct, watching him as he opens his eyes and meets your own intense gaze. He nods and you move aside as he does as told, lying on his back. Sitting between his legs, your hand goes back to his girth, continuing your movements. 

He lets out a long breath, eyes closed as he enjoys your hand, but you want more. You want his hands in your hair, clutching it as you give him more pleasure than you did the first time you touched him. You want your mouth to give him his release the way his did during your first lesson. Remembering everything Hanbin taught you, and finding the courage to do more, you lean down. 

You stick your tongue out, licking his tip lightly. Yoongi twitches, and both your eyes meet in lustful stares. The way he's watching you makes you want to do more, and so you do. Lowering your head further down, you run your tongue up his shaft, earning a groan from him as his head falls back onto his pillow. The sounds coming out of his mouth encourages you to do more. 

You take him into your mouth, pushing your head down as far as you can, and all the wishes you had earlier begin to happen. Yoongi's hand finds its way to your hair, holding it tightly as you slowly bob your head up and down. 

"Y/N," he grunts as your head moves up, tongue swirling around his pulsing member. "Fuck." You're getting excited, the groans and moans, the way he says your name and the pleas leaving his mouth makes you go faster. As you do go faster, the sounds and words leaving his mouth become more than that. Yoongi thrusts his hips to meet you. All the sounds leaving him and the sounds that your mouth is creating is exciting you more than you thought. 

You want more. You want to go further than this. You want to feel him in you, your hands clutching his sheets or nails leaving its mark on his back. The sound of skin slapping, the smell of sex evident in the room. You want it all with him. You want Yoongi. 

You're suddenly pulled away from his shaft, gasping heavily as Yoongi sits up and kisses you roughly, his hand grabbing yours and bringing it between you two to finish what your mouth started. Your hand moves in quick movements, keeping your pace fast as your tongue dances with Yoongi's. He grunts into your mouth as you feel his warm seed falling onto your hand. 

The two of you say nothing as Yoongi pants, his hands still cupping your cheeks. Finally, you break the silence and say, "Yoongi." He leans back and looks you in your eyes. "I want you," you confess. 

He's silent for a moment, his expression hard to read. "Let's stay at the beach this weekend," he answers. 

You frown in confusion. "The beach?"

"I want you, Y/N." He caresses your cheek with his thumb. "So badly," he adds. "But I don't want it to be here—I don't want people thinking you're just another girl because of my reputation. You're more than that." His thumb brushing along your lower lip. "Plus, you won't be loud enough if it's in here." 

You can feel the blush spread across your cheeks as you look away.

"We should go camping during break," Hoseok states as he puts his textbook in his backpack.

"Yeah!" Ari agrees, standing up from her chair. "We didn't go last year like we said, but since you two are finally a couple"—she points to you—"we can actually go!" 

"To that same place Hoseok mentioned last time? The one his friend owes him?" you ask as you get to your feet as well, slipping your bag over your shoulder. 

"That's the one," Hoseok answers. "He said I can use my IOU another time, so this is the time." 

"It sounds like fun," you acknowledge, following Hoseok and Ari out of the food court. 

Ari wraps an arm around your shoulder. "It will be fun," she tells you. "We'll explore a little, build snowmen and have snowball fights. Get cozy by the fire and have hot chocolate," she lists as the two of you file behind Hoseok and ride the escalator down.

"All you have to do, Y/N," Hoseok begins, "is convince Yoongi to come."

"He doesn't like camping?" you ask as you step off the escalator.

"It's not that he doesn't like camping per se," Hoseok starts, walking alongside you, "He's just the kind of person who prefers work than having fun, but because he has you now, he can't say no."

"Yeah," Ari inputs. "Plus, who would say no to this cute face." She squeezes your cheek. 

You swat her hand away, rubbing your aching cheek. "I'll try and convince him, but if he's a workaholic, then I don't think I'll do much convincing," you say, the three of you stopping near the bus stop, waiting for the bus or shuttle to show up.

"He'll say yes, Y/N. He's acting different with you than he has with any other girl. I think you have an effect on him that no other person has," Hoseok tells you, as he points to a bus coming down the small road. "Here comes our bus." 

Following Hoseok to the bus, you try your best to hide the smile growing on your lips. You wonder if what Hoseok said is true. Is he different around you than when he was around different girls? You shake your head of those thoughts, stepping onto the bus and press your pass to the scanner. Following your friends to the back, you take a seat next to Ari. 

The ride to the dorms is quite talkative—mainly Ari talking about all the things you four will do when you get to the cabin. She's practically making a list in her head as you and Hoseok just listen, commenting every now and then. 

"I'm so excited," Ari squeals, clapping her hands once as the bus turns onto the street where your dorm's bus stop is. She looks to you and adds, "We should go shopping for snow gear and stuff. It doesn't snow here so we need to prepare." 

You can't help but chuckle. "Okay." 

As the bus pulls to a stop, the three of you stand and follow the small line of students off the vehicle. Ari and Hoseok begin talking about midterms, their stress rising before it even starts. As you walk up the stairs to your building, Hoseok presses his ID to the scanner and opens the door for you and Ari to enter. 

"Forget midterms right now—Y/N you should convince Yoongi now so that we don't have to do it later," Hoseok says as the three of you make your way down the hall to your rooms. 

"Is he here?" you ask.

"Yeah. He said he wasn't going anywhere today. He's probably drawing or making music." Hoseok presses his ID to his door's scanner, the familiar unlocking sound filling the silence before he opens the door and your heart drops. 

The two break apart, but their lips pressed against one another invades your thoughts. Yoongi looks surprised while Sam looks confused. You can hear Ari saying something, but you can’t hear her. You can’t hear anything but the rapid beating of your heart.

Hoseok is a liar.

Ari is a liar.

Yoongi is a liar.

You turn to leave, wanting nothing more than to get away from everyone. Get away from everything—all the lies, the looks of affection, the touches you two shared when you’re alone. It’s all fake—none of it was ever real.

You’re halfway across the parking lot heading towards the bus stop when you’re stopped. You turn around to see Yoongi panting, holding onto your wrist. “It’s not what you think,” he tells you in between breaths. 

Lies. 

“Liar,” you whisper. 

“Y/N—” 

“I’m different from them, huh?” Yoongi is quiet. “You know, I really thought you were different now—that being with me would change how people see you.” He remains quiet. “But you’re still the same guy that sleeps with every girl. Just looking for a distraction from her.” You can feel Yoongi’s grip on your wrist slacken. “I can’t believe I fell in love with a guy like you,” you confess, wiping away your tears. “I’m so stupid.” You pull your hand from his grasp, turn back around and leave.

“I love you,” he calls, and you stop. 

He’s lying.

He’s lying to you.

You continue forward.