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It felt weird.

Seeing him standing there after the years had passed.

But it wasn't a bad weird. It was the kind of weird that makes you excited; gives you little butterflies in your stomach.

That's what is was like seeing Min Yoongi after all these years.

Min Yoongi had been a big player when you were in your sophomore year of high school. He was a senior with your brother, Hoseok.

He was bad, did drugs and drank as well as had sex with whomever he wanted whenever he wanted. Usually wherever as well.

But.

He was a good person. He'd been dealt a few bad cards in life, he'd gotten into trouble with the law a few years back and it was kind of bad hit after bad hit once it got started. However, for some odd strange reason, you'd never been more smitten in your entire life.

It was the cliche forbidden romance.

You were the brother's precious little sister and Yoongi was the bad boy influence that the older brother hung out with for a taste of a badass lifestyle when in reality he still needed his mother and sister more than anything in the whole world. Which isn't a bad thing, but, you always wondered why Yoongi and Hoseok were friends. Seeing how soft Hobi was, but, they meshed pretty well over their love of rap. Sometimes one thing is enough for people.

You two did mess about for a little while, meeting behind the bleachers at the school and having silly make out sessions. But it had never gone further than that, because you were afraid of what Hoseok would think if he found out and Yoongi wasn't really worried about working too hard to impress you.

There were plenty of other women that wanted to play, and honestly, he didn't want to fuck up your life too bad if he could help it.

"Hey there, Princess, it's been a while," he said as you got out of your car, still wearing your gown from graduation.

"Yoongi-oppa," you said with a smile on your face. You walked over and gave him a hug, him placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, relishing in the fact that you still blushed brightly at the action.

"You look amazing, congratulations on your graduation," he said, handing over a little envelope. You were worried what would be inside, but in reality it was a cheap card with some money tucked away in there.

"Thank you," you said, putting the card in your bag.

"So, you're an adult now, full fledged and heading to college I assume, let's see if I can guess for what. You were always fascinated by foreign languages, it's got to be English. Are you going to go abroad?" He asked, giving you a small smile.

He was always so damn perceptive that it could make you crazy.

"Right on the money, as usual. You always seemed to know things before I did," you said, crossing your arms. Yoongi smiled and looked around, probably wondering where Hoseok was.

"Where's your brother, I thought for sure he'd be here today," he said, rubbing his chin.

He was just as beautiful as he was the last time you saw him.

He smelt like tobacco and cologne which was a winning combination in your mind, but, you were curious as to why he was here. It wouldn't just be for your graduation.

Generally the only time Yoongi showed up was to crash on your brother's couch for a few nights or to stroll through the memories he had in this town.

"He's hanging out with Namjoon and a few of my friends, Taehyung and Jimin, you remember them right?"

Yoongi nodded and put his hands in his pocket.

"Good kids, I remember them. I also remember a rascal named Jungkook trailing after them like he ran the place. Little shit, but, a good kid just like all the guys you hung around," he said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

"What are you doing back?" you asked, finally getting the question you wanted so bad out in the open. Yoongi took a long drag off his cancer stick before blowing the smoke away from you, so not to be rude.

"I had a feeling you might not remember, so I brought the note with me, and there was when you were crying on my jacket, but you'll remember after you read the note."

After stomping out his cigarette he reached into his pocket and pulled out a very yellow looking piece of paper. He held it out for you, obviously wanting you to read it. So you did, taking it from his hands.

It was your hand writing, oddly enough.

~

Oppa,

I know you are leaving soon and I would like to give you a gift...

The gift is me.

Please take my virginity.

I'll wait for you as long as it takes.

~

Your mouth dropped open and you looked up at Yoongi with a smugass grin on his face.

"Where the hell did you get this!?" you squealed, slapping his arm in embarrassment. All he did was laugh as you continued to beat him.

"You left it on my dresser the morning I was supposed to leave for a year to tour Europe. You had just turned legal and you were so cute," he said with such a innocent joy in his eyes.

"I-I... Oh my God!" You yelled, covering your face.

It was all coming back to you now.

-_-_-_-_-_-

You had been drinking.

Had it been a good idea?

Hell no.

But was it fun?

Fuck yes.

You were stumbling around in a party that Taehyung was hosting and there was a boy who had been eyeing you all night.

Maybe you should go talk to him.

You managed to get towards him before you stumbled and fell into a familiar pair of tobacco smelling arms.

Yoongi gazed at you with moderate annoyance and concern.

"Princess, how much have you had to drink tonight?" he asked, pulling you back up on your feet, even though it wasn't going to do you much good, considering how wobbly you were.

"Only a lot!" you giggled, hiccuping at the end of your sentence.

Yoongi looked around and didn't see your brother, so it was time to take on his role.

Taehyung had conveniently walked past Yoongi.

"Tae, let J know that I have Princess here, she's way too hammered to go home. Her mother would kill her."

Tae nodded and walked off in search of your brother. Yoongi picked you up and a few people helped him get you out to his car, considering you weren't particularly feeling ready to leave the party yet.

Finally everyone had you in the vehicle and Yoongi took off. The ride was silent and eventually he made it to his house.

Yoongi came around the back and picked you up, carrying you into his house. You were slowly sobering up, but it was a process. You didn't feel as wobbly anymore, but you still felt a little too flirty for your own good.

"Oppaaaa," you drew out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Now Princess, don't play with me when you're drunk," he warned, setting you down on his bed. "I'm going to crash out on the couch, sleep tight Princess. Drink a lot of water tonight, even if you don't want to."

He turned to leave before he heard clothing hitting the floor.

Yoongi honestly was afraid to see you naked.

He wasn't sure if he could control himself if he did, but he had a rule about sleeping with people who couldn't consent.

But, turn he did, and what he saw was you there with tears running down your face and your shirt on the floor and you working on getting your bottoms off.

Yoongi rushed over and stopped you progress.

"Princess, why are you stripping and crying. It's a rather an odd combination."

"I want you to sleep with me, Oppa," you said, looking up at him with your teary eyes.

Yoongi was torn between his morals and the desire of finally having you the way he'd wanted since he'd taken your first kiss from you earlier in the year.

"I can't do that, Princess," he said, picking up your shirt from the floor.

"Is it because you don't feel that way about me? Or do you not want to have sex with a virgin?"

Your bold statement had sent a hot rush through his veins, but, he wasn't going to budge.

"It's because you're drunk, Princess, now lay down and go to bed," he said, coaxing you towards the bed.

You flung your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. Yoongi stood stock still as you worked your plush lips against his own. He couldn't resist kissing you back. You were too addicting for him to say no too.

You were worse than his cigarettes. His pot. His alcohol.

After a few minutes of kissing, you started pulling him towards the bed, but he pulled back and you pouted, looking at him with sad eyes.

"No means no Princess, it's not gonna happen, no matter how many kisses you give me," he said, pulling your hands off of him.

"You really don't find me attractive," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Princess, believe me, if you weren't drunk, you would be on this bed, legs spread faster than your mind could process," he murmured, imagining how good the sight would be in his head.

Yoongi watched as tears started flowing down your face. He brought you into his arms and held you close, rubbing your bare skin to help soothe your fit.

Eventually you calmed down and Yoongi pulled you back to wipe your eyes.

"It'll all be alright, don't worry about anything Princess. But right now, you need to sleep," he said, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Sleep with me," you said bluntly.

"Can't do that, Princess. You're still so young, and you're drunk. I don't want to fuck up your life before it even begins," Yoongi said.

"Then, on my graduation day... Will you sleep with me then?"

Yoongi mulled this over in his head.

"If you want me on that day, then yes, I'll sleep with you, will you go to bed now?"

"A kiss to seal the promise," you said, presenting your lips to him. He walked forward and pressed his hot mouth against your own. You sighed in pleasure before wrapping your arms around his neck. Yoongi tensed for a moment, ready to fight off your advances, but you simply kept your lips against his and continued to kiss him.

The two of you laid down and he wrapped his arms around your waist before you fell asleep in his embrace.

-_-_-_-_-

"You seem to remember that night now," Yoongi said with a smug look on his face. You squealed and beat his arm.

"Is that the only reason you came back!? To get laid!? You shithead!"

Yoongi simply grabbed your wrists and held you off, laughing at your anger.

"No, I truly came back because my mom needed my help down at the shop, but your graduation fell around this time, so I stuck around a little longer than she needed me, just to see if you remembered that little memory," he said laughing. "Anyways, I do need to get going, it was really good to see you Princess, honestly that look on your face will keep me laughing for months," he said, moving away from you and starting to head down the road.

You weren't sure when you would see him again.

Would you ever?

He was known to be such a drifter some people haven't seen him in five years where other's saw him once and never saw him after that. Like breath on the mirror he seemed to fade from existence itself.

"Oppa!"

Yoongi froze, turning around.

"What is it now Princess?" He asked, seeming like he really did need to go somewhere.

"M-Meet me under the bleachers tonight? Just like old times? I want to hang out with you," you said, silently holding your breath while you waited for his answer.

"Sure, I'll see you around 9:00."

With that, he walked down the road, fading over the horizon and you couldn't help but wonder if that was going to be the last time you ever saw him...

And you didn't even get to kiss him this time.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was 10:30, you had been waiting here for over two hours, seeing as how you arrived here way before Yoongi told you to meet him here.

This was his usual M.O. He was always super late to things.

Just as you were about to forget it and just leave, footsteps started approaching the bleachers.

Yoongi appeared from the front and you gave him a big smile. He walked over and gave you a hug before leaning back and lighting up a cigarette.

"Those things kill people you know."

"God I hope so."

That was Yoongi's normal answer. Always cynical and depressing, but he had his moments of happiness. That was generally when he was shitfaced or high as a kite.

Or, when you said something cute that made him laugh.

"It's late, you're still waiting, I was tempted to just show up at your house. But I thought I would check here first," he said, taking a long drag off his cigarette.

"Remember when they kicked you off the basketball team cause they caught you smoking?" You asked, taking the cigarette from his mouth and stomping it out on the ground.

"Yes, they lost their best player, heard they haven't done well since I was on the team. Is that dumbass still the coach?" He asked, pulling another cigarette out from his pocket. You snatched it and flung it in the opposite direction.

"You know I hated it when you smoked, so don't do it in front of me," you said, crossing your arms.

Yoongi simply chuckled and nodded, keeping his hands away from his pockets.

"Why did you want to meet me? I am planning on going in the morning, early too. Even if that means I have to haul my ass out of bed at 8:00."

"When will you be back?" You asked, looking into his eyes.

"Not sure, maybe never, there's not much left for me here. Probably come back every so often to visit mom and dad, but other than that," he said, looking like he was thinking of more reasons to come home.

"What about Hoseok and the boys?"

"We have a group chat and Hoseok is going to college in the city, you know that. Why are you asking all of a sudden?"

You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves.

"Because-"

RING RING...

RING RING...

Yoongi's phone went off and he answered it quickly.

"Hello?"

He started walking along the fence line, you following him quickly.

"I don't have time, leaving in the morning and don't really want to stick around longer than I need to, especially not because I'm hungover."

Probably a party invitation. Yoongi always got invited to any one he wanted, partially because all the girls wanted a good lay and Yoongi was a good supplier of alcohol for the kids who came to the party. It was a good way for Yoongi to make some spending money from the students who didn't really know how much alcohol cost.

This conversation was going on longer than expected. Whatever it was, this person seemed to wrap Yoongi's attention to them and it was starting to piss you off.

His attention should be on you right now, you had something kind of important to discuss...

The longer he spoke on the phone, the more you got pissed off at whoever was on the other line.

What the fuck took twenty minutes to talk about!?

"H-Hang on man. Hey Princess, I'm just going to go, alright? You have my number, if can we talk about what you needed to ask me some other time?"

"Y-Yeah, sure... I-I mean, I guess," you said, buckling under the pressure of importance.

Yoongi patted you on the head and started walking down the street.

Did that really just happen?

Did you let your opportunity to lose your virginity to the man you had loved since Sophomore year just walk away from you?

Because of a fucking phone call!?

Your mind was racing and you palms were sweating.

What could you do? He was getting further and further away, and you were certain you were going to loose him if you didn't start chasing after him soon.

Your feet started forward, and before you knew it you were running.

It felt like every step closer you took towards him the further and further he got from you.  But you were determined to catch him, so catch him you would.

There was a cross walk that made you stop before the light turned green for you, he was stuck there right now, this was your chance to catch him.

Yoongi started walking forward, but you bursted towards him. Your lungs burned for air and your legs were tired from the running, but you were so close to him you could smell his cologne,

You had him.

As hard as you could, you pulled his arm back and swung him around to face you. Yoongi stumbled and almost hauled off and punched before he saw who was hanging onto him.

"Princess? What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, looking at you with an odd look on his face.

Without any warning you pulled him to your lips, finding them just as warm and pleasurable as they had been when you were younger.

Yoongi was stock still once you pulled away, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

"Sleep with me," you said, trying to get the shaking in your limbs under control.

Yoongi looked at you with shock in his eyes, but hung up the phone anyways.

"Sorry, I-I've gotta be hearing things, did you just tell me to sleep with you?" he questioned, giving you an incredulous look.

"I am asking you, Min Yoongi to take my virginity. Right. Now."

Yoongi's eyes enlarged a little bit before he swallowed thickly and looked towards you.

"Are you sure you want it to be me? I'm not that great, Princess, I mean in general. In bed I'm great, but, in general I'm kind of a cynical asshole if you haven't noticed," he said, staring at your lips obviously longing for more.

"I'm positive, Oppa. It has to be you," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down and took your lips in a possessive kiss before pulling back and holding you in his arms.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll have."

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was simple enough, but him kissing you on his couch was immensely terrifying.

This was it, you were going to lose your virginity!

To the man you've harbored a crush on for almost four years!

Yoongi was being oddly respectful. You remembered having to stop him a few times back in high school, he was always a little handsy, but never went further than was pleasurable. He'd always made you think about it in your mind. If you really wanted to go that extra step with him.

His hands started to go down your body, following the natural curves of your form. You gave a soft little moan and you could feel him smiling against your lips.

"So responsive, I can't wait to see what you have under that skirt for me," he said, licking his lips in anticipation.

"You can look," you said, pulling your skirt up to your stomach to reveal your clothed center. You had picked out dark purple lace panties to go with your dark bra for the evening. Yoongi stared at you for a long time, his mouth hanging open slightly.

You leaned forward and shut his mouth for him.

"Put your mouth to better use for me," you said, surprisingly dominant.

Yoongi scoffed and surged forward, attaching his lips to your core. You moaned and arched your back forwards. The feeling of his hot lips against your center was almost too good to be true. He hooked his fingers in the strap of your panties and snapped them, making you squeal slightly.

"God, no one has touched you like this... I'm the first, holy fuck this is so hot, Princess," he moaned.

You watched as he disappeared underneath your skirt, a pair of panties emerging a few moments later.

A rush of cold air hit your center and your cringed away from the feeling. Yoongi smiled and blew over your center, watching you squirm and writhe from the sensations he supplied.

You wanted him to do it already!

What was he waiting for?

"O-Oppa..."

Yoongi lifted his head and you looked into his beautiful eyes. You grabbed his face and pulled his lips against yours, much to Yoongi's surprise. He had forgotten how much you actually enjoyed kissing.

"Please touch me," you breathed, yearning for him to do something. Anything.

Yoongi did as you asked and moves his thumb down your opening, dipping slightly in your entrance to gauge how wet you were. Yoongi was surprised to find that you weren't that wet at all.

"Baby, does what I'm doing not feel good? You need to tell me before we go any further, I have lube if you want me to get it-"

You gripped his sleeve and stopped him from leaving you.

"No, I'm fine. Please just....use your mouth to get me wet...."

Yoongi's eyes sparkled because of the slightly erotic words you were using. Without needing to be told twice, Yoongi surged forward and placed his lips on your pussy. The heat was immeasurable and the pleasure was twice that if possible. Yoongi moved his tongue along the folds of your lower lips and over the bundle of nerves that sat at the top of your flower.

His tongue was doing an erotic dance with your womanhood and it felt incredible. Yoongi moaned as more and more of your juices started coming from you. You tasted like heaven and sin all at once.

He knew this was wrong.

He didn't deserve you in your worst moments, and this was probably one of your best.

But he didn't give a fuck about deserving shit right now, because you wanted him. You chose him out of all the other men that you could've done this with. Not Jimin, not Taehyung or Jungkook. Fuck not even that TA that you had been crushing on for a few months Jin. It was him.

And that was what made this moment important to him. It mattered to him, because it was important to you.

Yoongi started sucking and pulling on your lower lips, making little growls of approval whenever you bucked your hips towards his mouth or when you grabbed his hair out of sheer bliss.

He could feel you getting closer and closer by the way you were shaking, soon you would be over that edge and you would be wet enough to take him.

That's where he got worried.

You were a virgin.

It generally hurt for a girl's first time and you were almost as innocent as they came. Of course you'd kissed before, but not like this and no one had intruded on your innocence except Yoongi.

He didn't want you to feel pain. And the wrenching in his gut was that it was going to feel so good to him.

It was almost barbaric to him for you to experience such pain while he got innumerable amounts of pleasure.

But right now, he was focused on giving you a well deserved orgasm.

He sucked on your clit harshly, watching you thrash underneath him as he nibbled and swirled your little pearl about with his tongue. Your grip on his hair tightened and he knew this was it.

It was go time. He took his thumb and started massaging your outer lips before sucking on your clit hard. You shouted and started to shake. Yoongi watched as you came undone before his eyes.

It felt so good. So incredible good. The wire that had been tightening in your stomach for what felt like years was finally released.

Yoongi lapped at your slightly swollen center to help ease you through the sensations.

You were sweating and you looked down at Yoongi between your legs. His eyes were blown and he looked at you like you were a meal and he hadn't eaten in days.

Finally he was up and on his knees, undoing his belt and flinging it to the floor. You watched as he stripped himself of his clothes, almost teasingly as he kept his pants on just not done up fully.

You quickly sat up and pulled off your clothes, not even caring where they landed on the floor. Yoongi was on top of you quickly afterwards and kissing you desperately.

"You're so fucking hot, baby," he moaned as he kissed down your neck and to your chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and started to suckle. You moaned and arched your back into the sensations.

His warm mouth was encasing the sensitive skin and all you could do was hold onto his neck and moan out your pleasure.

Yoongi grabbed your hips and spread your legs again, rubbing himself against your center. You moaned his name and grabbed his shoulders.

He was hot and ready to fuck you.

There was little time wasted as Yoongi pulled off his pants and underwear, revealing his large cock to you. You couldn't help the blush that erupted over your face, but you remained still, watching as he rolled a condom over his length.

"Alright Princess, are you ready?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

"I'm ready," you whispered, placing your hand on his cheek. Yoongi leaned into your touch and kissed your palm.

You felt him line himself up with your entrance and you tensed slightly, waiting for the pain to start.

"Baby," he whispered. You jumped at the sound of his voice and Yoongi could tell you were scared.  "You can't tense up like that, I won't be able to put it in if you do that. Just relax, the more you relax the less it will hurt," he said with such sensitivity you instantly relaxed naturally.

Yoongi waited until you calmed down a little bit before pushing forward and watching your features for any discomfort.

It felt odd, having him fill you up. There was a stinging pain that started to become more and more prevalent the further he pushed in.

He was careful as his hips slowly met yours. Yoongi looked into your eyes as tears slowly streamed down your face.

"Omo, don't cry, you need to tell me if it hurts. I can pull out-"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.  He responded quickly and kept still inside of you.

"Move, Oppa, it's alright," you encouraged, shifting your hips upwards slightly. He groaned but pulled back before entering you again. A rush of pain and pleasure went through your core.

You were so full.

It was all you could think about. Yoongi being inside of you was such a different experience. It felt amazing. Not just the sex itself, but the fact that you got to be this close to him.

You wondered why he didn't do this sooner. Why did you do this sooner?

But you had been waiting for Yoongi all this time in your heart.

You'd had boyfriends who obviously wanted to play around, but you never let them. Maybe in your heart you knew that you wanted Yoongi. Your body only wanted him to have this moment with you. And you've known it since you were younger.

He started to move a little faster. This skin of your thighs and the skin of his hips making a lewd smacking sound that echoed through the night. The pain was almost gone, just slightly stinging if he went too hard.

But it all felt so good. You were moaning loudly and grabbing onto his shoulder.

You remember when the two of you were younger and he had this platinum blonde hair that suited him so well. He looked like an angel. But right now his hair was black with hints of blue in it.

He looked older and more mature, less ethereal and childlike.

But he was still Yoongi, and right now, he was yours.

Your were incredibly tight around him. He wasn't sure if he was going to last long at all. It had been months since he'd had sex period. But he couldn't remember the last time he had sex with a virgin except for his first time.

Yoongi was panting above you with effort, droplets of sweat running down his face and spine. You ran your hands down his back and placed your hands on his waist, letting him fuck into you as hard or as deeply as he wanted.

You'd never felt more connected to someone in your entire life. He was inside of you and he was so thick and hard that the only thing really registering in your mind was the pleasure he was delivering to you.

He was starting to groan louder.

"Oh fuck, ___, you're so tight," he said, licking his lips and squeezing his eyes shut in what looked to be pain.

"Y-Yoongi-oppa, it feels so good, don't stop!"

Your shrill voice echoed through the room and Yoongi bucked into you particularly hard. The pain erupted in your stomach and you sat up to grab onto him.

Yoongi rolled so he was in a sitting position as well and you worked yourself on top of him. He placed his hands on your hips as to guide you along his shaft in a pleasurable way for both of you.

He felt even bigger now, if that was possible.

How could he even begin to feel this incredible inside of you.

"Tell me you're gonna cum soon baby, please, I don't think I can hang on much longer," he moaned, kissing your breasts with tender affection.

"Close... So close..." You breathed. Yoongi smiled up at you at he started to slam into your pussy even harder than before.

"Take it, take my cock so good baby, oh fuck, gonna cum... Shit! Oh fuck," he groaned as his pace became erratic.

You could feel the tightness from earlier returning and you knew that you were about to let go.

"Yoongi! Yoongi!" you yelped as you felt yourself being thrown over the edge into sheer bliss.

He felt your walls clamp down on him as your orgasm took over and that was it for him. He groaned your name and slammed his hips into yours once last time before shuddering.

You slumped into his arms and Yoongi laid back on the bed, still throbbing inside of you.

The two of you were speechless for a few moments, simply panting and trying to calm your racing hearts.

"Oppa..." you whispered, looking at Yoongi who's eyes were closed.

"Mmm? What is it princess?" He asked, peeking one eye open.

"Thank you... For, uh... Well..."

Yoongi slowly pulled out of you and got up, rolling the condom off of his softening length and throwing it into the garbage.

"Princess, it was my pleasure," he said, throwing you a shirt and pulling his boxers back on. He was searching through his pants and grabbed a cigarette, lighting in and putting it in his mouth as he blew the smoke away from you.

"Min Yoongi you but that damn thing out right now or I will smoke it for you," you growled.

"What did you just call me Princess?" he asked, getting closer to you.

"I called you by your name, now put the damn cigarette out and come over here and cuddle with me," you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

Yoongi wasn't one to say no to a good thing, so he quickly put the cigarette out and ran back to bed to wrap you up in his arms.

"You smell like cigarettes and sex," you complained as he kissed your head.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

The room went silent before you looked up at him.

"Oppa... Are you going to leave tomorrow still?"

Your heart raced as you waited for his response.

"I do have business I need to take care of in the city, but that doesn't mean that I have to go alone," he said, looking down at you with a little smirk on his face.

"B-but what about my parents-"

"Hobi can call them and tell him your visiting him for the weekend. Come with me baby, I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

You blushed and kissed his cheek.

"Well, I guess," you said, before pulling him to your lips once more.

It was stupid to agree to go with him. The two of you were so young and ignorant to everything about this world.

But that's what made it special.

Because it would just be you, Yoongi and his trusty pack of Cigarettes that would get you through the long nights.