the good part, m | myg
⏠synopsis. min yoongi knew you liked him just as much as he liked you. so why not skip all the chit-chat and get straight to the good part?
⏠pairing. min yoongi x reader
⏠genre. roommate au ⹠pwp | smut
⏠length. 5.3k words
⏠warnings. rated M | exhibitionism ⹠soft!dom yoongi ⹠sub!reader ⹠kissing ⹠biting ⹠marking ⹠voyeurism ⹠mc watches yoon jerk off at night (but he knows she's there) ⹠oral (f! receiving) ⹠backshots(?) ⹠standing sex ⹠creampie ⹠5k+ words of filth ⹠unprotected sex (can't go wrong if you shield your dong) ⹠this was edited in 5 minutes so feel free to message me if i left something out!
⏠mentions. a huge thank you to @namjooningelsewhere for helping me when i was stuck! i couldn't do it without you bubs <3
Your roommate was jerking off with your panties.
A sight like this would normally startle you, if not make you freeze out of disgust. A man using your expensive underwear to get himself off? It was appalling. Not only to think of, but to stand and watch from right outside his door. A regular person would re-think every moving in with such a man or even go as far as calling the cops.
But this was no ordinary situation.
And Min Yoongi was no ordinary man.
When you had first decided to move in with him, it had been out of sheer desperation. Your old apartment complex had a termite infestation. So like any logical person who was deathly afraid of bugs, you packed your bags up and began searching for a new place to stay in.
Unfortunately rent wasn't cheap in your side of town and you were merely a broke college student. So when your friend suggested a mutual acquaintance who was looking for a roommate, you agreed.
Fast forward to a couple of months later, where you were not only happily settled into the shared apartment, but were embarrassingly thirsty for the man you were housing with.
Yoongi was surprisingly very simple when it came to his house rules; pick up after yourself, all costs will be split evenly, stay out of each other's rooms and inform each other before bringing friends over. Despite his intimidating exterior and resting bitch face that could make people twice his size shiver, Yoongi was actually much sweeter than you expected. With a soft spot for cat videos and chef skills that challenged Ramsey's; he was the epitome of husband material.
So when you found your heart beginning to skip a beat in his proximity, you weren't really surprised. Having feelings for him was inevitable â it would be more shocking if you hadn't developed them. After all Min Yoongi was just one of those people who you couldn't help but be drawn to no matter what.
But of course the dull ache in your chest was another addition to these feelings that had fostered. Though you may have had a crush on Yoongi, there was no indication that he had a crush on you too.
And so you hoped.
You hoped and hoped, thinking nothing of his longing glances or how he would lean forward attentively when you would talk, or even passing off his subtle touchiness as him treating you like a friend.
That was until you woke up in the middle of night to the sound of soft groans and whispers coming from his room. The walls were thin and you were absolutely sure there was no one in the house besides you and him; yet still the thought of him sneaking a girl into the house and fucking her right beside your room made your stomach drop and throat close up uncomfortably.
On the other hand, the thought of Yoongi in his room, jerking off alone sent an unusual buzz down your spine. How long has he been at it? Does he do this every night when he thinks you're asleep? And most importantly; who was he thinking off?
Unknowingly, you had already crawled off your bed, the frame slightly creaking under your weight as you padded towards the door. The entire apartment was dark, save for the soft beams of moonlight flowing through the uncovered windows. The minimal brightness gave you enough leverage to be able to navigate through the space comfortably so you didn't bump or trip over any of the small tables decorated throughout the area.
Quietly pulling open the door, you made your way out of the room and tip toed your way to Yoongi's â surprisingly â ajar door; mind racing as to why you were standing there in the first place.
Take a look. The devil on your shoulder prompted as your curiosity spiked.
You can't watch him. Another, more sane sounding voice hissed back. That's creepy!
Just a peek. You promised yourself, taking a deep breath before casting a brief look through the crack in the doorway; immediately freezing once you did.
His room was neater than you remembered, the color theme ranging from soothing colors in various shades of brown and black. His bed had a similar colored linen on it, pillows pushed haphazardly to the side while some had been tossed on the floor. You could even see a fluffy pair of black slippers thrown somewhere at the side. But your focus at the time was not the aesthetics of his room.
You were too busy staring at his bulky form sprawled against the sheets; his frame taking up practically all the space on the queen sized bed. His dark boxers along with the grey sweatpants he had on were bunched around his knees, legs lazily spread as you spotted one pale veiny hand wrapped around his length. His torso was bare and you could spot outlines of his muscles in the dim light. Yoongi was lean but built; the perfect amount of muscle and fat that was enough to make your mouth water with need. Gaze trailing higher, your breath hitched at the sight of his fucked out face, a layer of sweat sheening his skin while gruff moans left his pink lips.
The sight caused a wave of heat to spread throughout your body, and suddenly the cotton nightgown you had on felt hot against your skin. The matching cotton shorts you were wearing underneath now stuck uncomfortably to your core and you could feel the material dampen further the longer you stared at him.
Your eyes fell once more at his hand that was leisurely pumping his cock. His thumb swiped across the tip before dropping to the base, wrist slightly twisting with every stroke and it was only then did you spot something in his hand that puzzled you.
The cloth looked oddly familiar in his fist; its smooth material reminding you of something you had already seen before but couldn't place.
What is that? You thought, squinting as you tried to make out what it was in the dark. The gears in your mind kept turning until you recognized the lace pattern of the garment. It was a pair of your underwear that you had misplaced in the dryer and later couldn't find.
Min Yoongi, your roommate, and the man you had a raging crush on was jerking off with your panties.
Jaw slack at the revelation, you continued to watch him buck his hips into his fist with your panties in hand as he tried to reach his climax. His voice strained as he grunted lowly, quickening his pace until you saw ropes of his cum spurt out of his veiny cock, staining his hand, your underwear and even his abdomen while he released the hottest, most guttural groan ever that went straight to your core and made you clench around nothing.
You stood there for a couple of seconds longer, watching his glorious chest rise and fall with every breath until it evened out. It was only when he glanced downwards and made a move to get up, did you snap out of your stupor and quietly sneak back into your room; oblivious to the knowing smirk he gave to his open doorway and the chuckle that left his lips after he heard your door shut.
The following days were unusual for you to say the least. Yoongi had become surprisingly touchy with you lately; spending extra time at home before leaving for classes unlike how he would normally leave early to get work done before a lecture. He would intentionally wait for you to wake up, presenting you with a plate of freshly made breakfast â scrambled eggs and turkey bacon cooked to perfection just the way you liked it â and eat with you, only grabbing his bag and exiting the apartment only when you finished.
Not to mention the fact that he would spend more time out of his room instead of being cooped up inside there all day. You would normally spend your evenings in the living room; choosing to do your homework and watch TV out there instead of your bedroom. You weren't much of an indoor person but university and projects unfortunately kept you inside. Which is why you began to consider sitting in the living room as your time 'outside'.
There have been several developments in your feelings as well since that night; both positive and negative.
Instead of being creeped out or at least a little concerned about the fact that your roommate had not only stolen, but used your clothing to jerk off; you were highly aroused instead. Every time you looked back at the events that had transpired that night, a rush of heat would spread throughout your body.
Your cheeks would flame at the images of his hard cock and the sounds of his moans that would ghost through your ears â each reminder making heat pool at the pit of your stomach.
Not to mention the fact that your lacy panties had magically turned up at the bottom of your underwear drawer a couple of days after; the clean and folded garment making you freeze. You had forgotten what you had originally come for, instead opting to gape at the fabric in your hands, unmoving until you were snapped out of your stupor by a familiar voice calling your name in the hallway.
"Did you find it?"
You panicked, shoving the cloth back at the bottom of the drawer and trying to regulate your breathing.
"Uh..." You coughed, clearing your throat. "Find what?"
Yoongi walked past your door and towards the kitchen, glancing at your disoriented form kneeling near your bed. "The corkscrew. To open the wine bottle. We're supposed to have it with dinner remember?"
"Right." You sighed, recalling having the same conversation an embarrassing twenty minutes ago as you stood up and shoveled through the messy drawers of your study. Once your fingers enclosed the familiar spiral metal of the object, you announced a soft 'got it' before fixing your appearance in the mirror and skipping back to the kitchen to help Yoongi lay out the rest of the dinner.
One of your mutual friends, Seokjin, had recently gotten a promotion and opted to celebrate the occasion by sending a bottle of red wine to all close friends and family. Since neither you, nor Yoongi had anything better to do that following day, the two of you decided to have a small dinner together.
Like the gentleman he is, Yoongi offered to whip up the food while you chose a movie for the both of you to watch. You also took the liberty to tidy up the living room and set the table, to which Yoongi thanked you with a quick ruffle through your hair along with a sweet gummy smile.
The gesture though small and insignificant, was enough to make your mouth dry up; the soft touch of his warm hand caressing the top of your head making you wonder as to how his had would feel elsewhere...
Stop it. You berated yourself, trying to focus on the TV screen and not at how the veins on his arms bulged every time he lifted the pots and pans. You flipped through the various channels, not finding anything that particularly caught your interest so you settled for a romantic comedy that you had watched several times. It was a safe option and a good enough movie for the peaceful night.
"Dinner is served." Yoongi announced just as the opening credits rolled, placing a couple of hot dishes on the coasters besides the cutlery that you had neatly placed to the side.
You inhaled, the warm scent of home cooked food made your mouth water. "Mmm... That smells amazing."
"I'm glad." He chuckled, piling some onto a plate before you could reach out and do it yourself. "I tried to incorporate a little twist of my own into the original recipe so I'd love to know what you think."
Trying to ignore the way his eyes carefully followed your every movement, you spooned some of the hot stew into your mouth without blowing it, ignoring the sharp 'careful' that came from him and the soft brush of his fingers against the small of your back.
A low groan left your lips as the flavors practically exploded in your tongue; the stew warming your insides with every spoon.
"Oh wow." You hummed, practically drowning more than half the bowl within seconds. "I really want to say something sophisticated about the flavors and the ingredients, but this is just tastes so fucking good."
His gummy smile and faint giggle caught you off-guard as Yoongi finally began serving himself a portion and settling into the cushions. About ten or so minutes of the movie had already passed yet none of you cared; opting to roll with the film as it went.
It was a sweet feature and you found yourself laughing along with each joke despite the countless times you had watched it. You couldn't help but blush too when both parties exchanged kisses or spent any sort of domestic time together.
Funnily, you even recognized some of the moments from the film as things Yoongi and you had done together. Like how the protagonist's long term boyfriend would wake up and cook meals for her, or how she would do his laundry for him when she knew he was busy â the way you would do as well when Yoongi seemed too cooped up with responsibilities.
Come to think of it, you realized a lot of moments seemed familiar from the movie. The subtle touches as the couple navigated through the kitchen, helping each other out with daily chores, soft words of encouragement. Everything except for the obvious intimacy between the couple was something either of you had done before.
Your face heated up at the discovery, stomach churning with an onset of butterflies as you peeked at Yoongi from the corner of your eye. His face was impassive, save for the intrigue in his wide eyes as the lights reflecting off the TV made the warm brown orbs look even bigger. You tilted your head to the side, gaze sifting through his pretty features in the dim lighting.
Yoongi's slitted eyes had a certain sharpness to them despite how gentle they could be at times. His button nose fit his face perfectly and his pink lips looked perfect against his pale skin. You didn't even realize you were staring at him the entire time until his thin lips curled into a smirk.
"See something you like?" He chuckled, mirth flashing through his gaze.
Your eyes widened. Averting your stare to the TV, you stuttered, scrambling to find an excuse. "Uh... No â I mean yes! Wait, no, not like that!"
He chuckled again, mumbling something along the lines of 'it wouldn't be the first time', making you choke. But instead of questioning him, you chose to stray from the subject and ask him about his day.
"Oh. It was good." He nodded. "There weren't many customers so it was a pretty slow day."
"Customers?" A small pout tugged at your lips. "I realize I never asked, where do you work?"
He smiled. "I work at the coffee shop down the street. It's called Trivia Café. Why do you think I smell like caffeine every time I come home?"
You frowned, surprisingly more troubled at the revelation than he thought you would be. "I usually notice small things like these. It is so unlike me to not know."
He giggled. "Maybe you were just distracted by my incredibly good looks."
"Well that's definitely a factor." You grinned. "We should get to know each other more though. We've been living together for almost a year now! Let's play 20 questions â or oh! Truth or Dare!"
An emotion you couldn't place flashed through his eyes. But just as you caught the change, it was gone; making you wonder if you had even seen it in the first place. "Okay. Truth or dare?"
The two of you spent the next couple of hours asking questions back or forth, never choosing dare. It was more of a mix between both games you suggested, but its motives being the same â to get to know the other person. You asked him things about his life, and he asked about yours; what you liked and disliked; weirdest things you did in bed, etc.
Until he asked you an unexpected question you didn't have a response to.
Your face was on fire and you had lost the ability to form a coherent thought just after the words left his lips. "I'm sorry... What?"
"I asked," He smirked, dark gaze watching your face carefully. "Did you enjoy the view last week when you watched me jerk off in the middle of the night."
You were shell-shocked, not knowing what to say, or how to respond to something like that. Your mind buzzed with questions of your own; ranging from how did he know? to should i apologize or thank him?
"Y-You knew?"
"Alternative question." He frowned thoughtfully, scratching his chin. "On a scale of 1 to 10, how mad would you be if I told you I planned the whole thing, because I didn't know how to tell you that I really like you?"
"I'm sorry... What?" You repeated, brain short circuiting.
"Because I do." He was unmoved by your reaction. "I really do like you and I know you like me too. My methods might have been a little unconventional but, you know, as long as it got the message across."
You scoffed. "Unconventional? Did the thought not occur to you that you could have just told me like a normal person?"
"Now how fun would that be?" He smirked, pink tongue peeking out from between his lips and swiping across his bottom lip. The same bottom lip that you suddenly had the urge to bite...
No! Bonk the horny away! You sighed, willing the images out of your head.
"How long had this been going on?" The ending credits of the movie rolled but none of you paid mind to it. Though your voice was nothing but a low murmur, you were sure Yoongi could hear every little stuttering breath that came out of your mouth. "Better yet, how did you know I have feelings for you too?"
"A couple of months after you moved in." He nodded to himself. "I roomed with a few girls before and every single one of them tried getting in my pants so you were a pleasant change. You helped me around because you wanted to; not to mention how respectful you are of other people's space."
Yoongi rolled his eyes playfully. "A little too clumsy though and you can talk a person's ear off, but I don't think I find it annoying anymore."
"How sweet." You deadpanned.
"And as for knowing about your little crush on me," He paused. "You're no James Bond, you know?"
You spluttered, offended. "Excuse you? What is that supposed to mean?"
Instead of answering your question, he relaxed back onto the sofa and picked up the forgotten bowl of stew from his lap, stirring the now lukewarm liquid leisurely. Spooning some of it in his mouth, he let his tongue run along the side of the utensil slowly, while the corner of his lip was curled into an open mouthed smirk. Your eyes widened as your gaze followed the pink muscle, fidgeting in your seat. You were still awaiting an answer but from his mannerisms it was clear you weren't going to receive one. At least not now.
"Hello?"
Yoongi sighed. "Can't we just skip the meaningless talk and go straight to the part where I fuck you against the window?"
"Why against the window?" You spluttered, jerking back in embarrassment.
"Because," He started. "Both of us spent too long hiding our feelings when we could have talked it out ages ago. So now, everyone's going to know you're mine by the time I'm done with you."
Torn between shock and excitement, you watched him scoot beside you, unhurried and laid-back. A minute or two had passed an it was clear that you were too stunned to make a move, so Yoongi shifted and leaned towards you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind you ear. His fingers then gravitated towards the curve of your jaw as his thumb caressed the soft skin. Digits dipping further down the column of your throat, he inclined his head forward so that your lips were a breath away from his.
Seeing him up close for the first time ever left you feeling almost breathless, heart stuttering in your chest. He was beautiful. So so beautiful. And to think someone like him reciprocated your feelings! You could feel his free arm wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap (with a surprising show of strength) while the hand that was gently brushed against your face, now cupped your jaw. Warmth exuded the palm of his hand, almost matching the temperature of your cheeks.
Yoongi's nose nuzzled your own. "May I kiss you?"
"Please." You whispered and the next moment his lips were on yours.
Every nerve ending of yours felt like it was on fire; skin tingling wherever he touched you. A low rumble resonated from within his chest when your hands wrapped around his shoulders, fingers threading through his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.
Your body felt hot; so much so that your clothes began to feel uncomfortable against your skin. His hips rocked along the length of his clothed erection and you mewled, hands tugging at the brown tresses. Yoongi took that as an opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips, the appendage curling around your own and making you moan.
Yoongi felt something in his heart swell at the sounds coming out of your mouth, groaning along with you upon feeling the warmth of your core through the flimsy pajamas you had on. Pulling your hips forward once more, rolling you onto him slowly.
His hand then settled on your ass before he lifted you up almost effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. Hoisted in the air and pressed against him, he began walking around the sofa and towards the end of the hallway where his bedroom was located.
Since the apartment was originally his, it was an obvious fact that the master bedroom would belong to him as well â something you were completely okay with. You weren't that picky. All you needed was a space of your own.
His room was pretty average when it came down to it. The layout resembled yours in many ways, except that he had more space. A large queen sized bed tucked in one corner because he liked to sleep, a study in the other corner and a large wardrobe that tied the set together. A couple of knick-knacks along with a few photo frames were scattered throughout the area. You had seen it in passing a few times but it was your first time being in here. His room was neater than you expected â much neater than yours.
But the one thing about the bedroom that immediately stole your attention was the large rectangular French window that nearly took the entire wall space. With a sleek wooden base and clear glass that overlooked the entire street, you felt equal parts of embarrassment and arousal at the thought of Yoongi taking you where people could watch.
"W-Wait, you were serious?" You gaped watching him walk straight to the window and pushing your back up against it.
"Dead serious." He mumbled, pressing your mouths together once more. His movements were rougher now and you could feel the coolness from the glass seep through your loose pajama shirt. His lips trailed downwards, placing open mouthed kisses in the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder. You preened at the feeling of his teeth grazing the flesh, tilting your head back as you gripped fistfuls of his cotton shirt.
"But," Gulping, you tried to form a coherent sentence which was getting harder by the minute because of how eagerly he was sucking bruises into your skin. You rocked your hips into his abdomen, feeling your shorts uncomfortably stick to your core as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. "People will see..."
His hands that were holding you up, smacked the side of your thigh at your desperate movements before gently prying you off him and placing you down. "Let them."
"Nobody's gonna stop me from fucking you tonight." He continued, practically tearing his clothes off before helping you strip out of yours, cock twitching when he realized you weren't wearing anything underneath the entire time. "Do you roam around like this?" His voice was a snarl as his chest pressed against yours.
Your hands tugged at his boxers, a coquettish smile tugging at your lips. The dark glint in his eyes aroused you more than you thought possible. "Every night."
"Fuck."
The kiss this time was messy as his large frame pinned you to the window. The glass was even colder against your bare back as Yoongi's hand dipped between your bodies and toyed with your clit. You could feel his rock-hard veiny cock pressed to your abdomen, smearing beads of precum on your skin with every sloppy movement.
He rubbed tight circles onto your swollen clit with his thumb and your hand tightened around his wrist when he fastened the action. You whimpered into his mouth when he pinched the sensitive nub, your legs beginning to shake the longer you stood up.
He kept teasing you though; bringing you to the edge of an orgasm before slowing down and watching you squirm as the remnants of your climax ebbed away. It was only when you whined did he finally take pity and kneel between your legs, attaching his mouth to your throbbing cunt. Your jaw slackened in a silent scream when you felt his tongue dart out and circle your clit, gathering up your juices with the appendage. You gripped his shoulders, slightly bending over as he pushed your hips into the window, your pussy now pressed against the cold glass and making you flinch.
You moaned feverishly while he nuzzled his face further into your cunt, slurping and sucking at your sensitive folds until your legs shook and a sob tore through your throat. You felt his fingers slip inside you, pumping into your tight cunt. He curled his digits, the tips of his fingers brushing against the spongy tissue of your g-spot and making you wail.
"I'm s-so close.... please." You hissed, the coil at the pit of your stomach snapping the moment those words left your lips. Your orgasm came in waves as you squirted against the window, juices dripping down the glass while Yoongi helped you ride it out, breath knotting in your chest.
If it wasn't for him holding you up against the window, you probably would have fallen over from the way your knees shook. Your head was light and every inch of your skin tingled while he pulled his fingers out of you, licking them clean. With a final kiss to your clit, he stood up, hands firmly holding your waist as he pecked your lips. "Turn around baby."
You felt your core clench at the low register, following his command as he pinned you to the glass once more. The first thing your eyes fell on was the building adjacent to yours, and how most of the lights were turned off, save for a few. The sky was dark and most people would be asleep right now â or so you hoped because the last thing you needed was an unsuspecting resident to look out of their window and spot two people fucking. You cheeks burned at the thought but you were quickly distracted by Yoongi's hot breath against your ear. His hands roamed your sides, stopping at your waist as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your throbbing hole.
Grabbing one of your legs and holding it up, he pushed his cock past your tender folds without a warning, in one swift stroke until he was buried to the hilt. You both moaned in sync as Yoongi gave you a couple of seconds to adjust, your sweaty palms pressed against the window.
Whispering encouragements into your ear, the stretch burning considerably. The glass in front of your face began to cloud with every panting breath of yours, and the stimulation from your hardened nipples on the cold glass made you dizzy.
Yoongi pulled out slowly, while you savored every drag of his veiny cock against your needy walls before he drilled back into you with a smack. You were just so warm and wet and tight that it drove him crazy; a string of curses leaving his lips.
He glanced down, watching the way your swollen lips parted on either side of his cock. Groaning at the arousing sight, he resumed his movements, hammering into your cunt repeatedly. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping of skin â obscene and lewd, not to mention embarrassing in volume, as Yoongi fucked you senseless.
Mind a frenzy due to the sensation of your velvety heat, and eyes half-lidded; the thought of someone watching them right now made him ridiculously turned on. He imagined how exciting it must have looked â being on the other side of the glass and watching your bare chest pressed against it, bouncing as you got drilled from behind.
Your hips twitched and moved at their own accord, mindlessly chasing after your own bliss. It was only when you felt his hand slip between the glass and roughly circle your clit did your body seize, pulsing heat crashing into you as you came all over his cock for the second time that night. Incoherent mumbles left your lips while you rode out your high, Yoongi's movements turning sloppy with every thrust.
With a groan, his throbbing cock twitched under you as he came undone. You could feel his hot and thick cum spurt into you, painting your fluttering walls white while you continued to roll along his length, helping him ride out his high.
His load was heavy, and practically never ending as you felt his cum drip down your thigh by the time his thrusts ceased. Yoongi peppered delicate kisses along your shoulder and neck, the tight grip he had on your waist relaxing. You turned your head and locked your mouth with his, the kiss sweet and slow as he pulled his softening cock out of you.
Dazed eyes blinking lazily when he pulled away, he muttered a curse beneath his breath at the mess he'd made. There was cum dribbling down your legs and his, a sticky pool of your juices on the carpeted floor. That's going to be a pain in the ass to clean up. With his arm wrapped loosely around your waist, he guided you to his bed, placing you on the sheets gently before grabbing a few towels from his en-suite bathroom. Throwing a spare one over the mess on the floor, he wiped you off carefully, keeping your sensitivity in mind.
Both of your breaths had evened out by the time he curled up beside you, seeing you awake. You looked deep in thought, blinking slowly at the ceiling as Yoongi slightly nudged your jaw with his nose.
"What are you thinking about?"
A beat of silence passed and you turned your head so that you were nose-to-nose with him. "The living room has a bigger window." You smiled at him coquettishly. "What do you say about round 2?"
happy (belated) birthday to the sweetest kitten yoongles! âĄ
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