college!au; smut & a bit of angst
A risky Halloween costume is making you question if you made the right choice. But you chose it with pride, and now you gotta prove it to your roommate Yoongi.
Warning: explicit language, roommate banter, dirty talk, oral sex (m and f receiving), jealousy, morning sex, sex on a chair, unprotected sex (always use a condom to be safe, kids!!), lil plottwist
a/n: reader’s costume is inspired by this
note: there will be a sequel!
Prompt: “You heard me. Take it off.”
“YOONGI!”, you shout from the bedroom as your eyes wander across your body in the mirror. Your outfit for the Halloween party just arrived and with curiosity overflooding you, you tried it on. Even if it’s 8 in the morning. Your roommate responds a few seconds later with a “WHAT?”, outdoing the sound of clicking from his mouse and keyboard.
Even if it is 8 in the morning, Yoongi’s awake to occupy himself with his music. As a college student, you can’t afford the biggest apartment, even if you have a roommate to share the rent with. And in all honesty, the size of your home doesn’t matter to you. But as time went by, Yoongi brought more and more equipment to the living room until it couldn’t be called a living room anymore, but rather Yoongi’s studio. The worst thing? It’s right outside your room. So the long nights of clicking and tapping and groaning just outside your room might just be the reason for your lack of sleep.
“I don’t think I can wear this tonight.”, you shout back. You look at yourself with your Halloween outfit on, and it’s more extreme than you thought it would be; a full on fishnet suit under a leather catsuit that shows more than it covers. Your stomach, underboobs and thighs are on display, but covered by the fishnet, and the outfit’s all tied together with a crossover halterneck and some cat ears. Basically, a sexy cat.
When you ordered this, you thought it’d be a great idea. You are also planning on seducing Jung Hoseok, the host of the Halloween party. You have had your eyes on him for quite a while; something about his high cheekbones, sunny eyes and heart smile makes you interested in how he’s in bed. You just know that under the sunshine demeanor is a sadistic side hiding, and you want nothing more than to explore it. So being that he’s quite popular with plenty of girls kissing his ass, your costume has to scream attention. But now that your outfit has arrived, and you try it on for the first time, you’re not so sure if you want to go to the party anymore. Not when feeling this exposed.
“Am I hearing this right? Is your pride finally faltering?”, he snickers. You roll your eyes at his remark, remembering the day you showed him the outfit when it was only an option. “You’re gonna wear that?”, he said over your shoulder as he started laughing. You punched him, making him rub his arm as tears released from laughing. “Stop laughing, asshole. I bet Hoseok would love it.”
“I’m sorry,” he wiped his tears, “but are you seriously wearing that?” You let out a small no while clicking through the rest of your tabs, showing off the different alternatives for the Halloween party. “It’s just an option, you dickwad. I know it’s not a great outfit-” “No, it’s definitely a great outfit. Really fucking hot. But you? In that?”, he pointed at the outfit and got into another laughing fit. You turned around to face him, already regretting going to him for advice.
“What about me in that?”, you questioned as you narrowed your eyes. “No offense, ____,” you already knew you’re gonna take offense, “but girls like you could never.” He walked around the couch and plopped down beside you. “See, to pull off something like that you gotta have the right attitude, the right curves and the right confidence. And I doubt my little dipshit has it.”, he grinned as he pinched your cheeks.
You stared at him in irritation. Who was he to say you don’t have what it takes to pull it off? You knew you were doubting the choice of this costume, but never for those reasons. Yoongi muttered out a ‘just saying’ and pulled up his phone.
With annoyance and the need to prove yourself, you clicked ADD TO CART and went directly to the checkout. Yoongi looked up at the sound of clicking and huffed.
“Are you actually buying it?”
“Mhm.”, you let out briskly and smiled at him.
“Aren’t you gonna buy a backup? In case it doesn’t fi-”
“Shut the fuck up. This will fit.” You wrote in your payment details and in a matter of seconds, the outfit’s yours and on the way.
“Done!”, you shouted and clapped your hands together. You felt powerful, and you were gonna prove Yoongi wrong. You might just even be able to earn a look from Hoseok and if the night ends well, you’re gonna be more than just under his gaze.
Now that you are here, outfit on and confidence a bit crumbly, you weren’t sure if you knew what you set yourself up to a month ago. Why the fuck did you order this? Did you really think you could wear this, let alone to Hoseok’s party? You must’ve been high when you ordered this, and even having this as an option from the start is a sign of delusion.
“Fuck off, Yoongi.”, you yell back, “the outfit is just… more extreme than I thought.”
You were always known as the introvert. Actually, both you and Yoongi were known as The Introverts™. You were always locked up in your apartment and when friends asked you out, it was always the easy solution of rock, paper, scissor to decide who’d go and who’d stay at home. This time when Hoseok invited you and Yoongi to the Halloween party, you lost but it’s not like you’re complaining.
And Yoongi knows it too; he knows all about your desire to fuck Hoseok and as much as he despise it, he can’t tell you that he does. He don’t even understand it himself. It’s not his business to care yet every time you even mention Hoseok, it makes him cringe.
He stares at your bedroom door which faces him perfectly from his so called working station, aka the couch. Wonder what it looks like, he thinks. When he saw the outfit on the website, he bursted out of laughter thinking, is she really in her right mind? Or is this just her subconsciousness telling her that Hoseok would love this? Curiosity taking over him, he shouts, “Let me see.”
Your eyes widen. “ABSOLUTELY NOT!”, you shout. If someone would see you in this, then Yoongi would definitely not be that one. You look ridiculous, and for once you can’t help but agree with Yoongi: you can’t pull this off.
“Come on. I won’t judge.” “Like the fuck you would!”, you snort back.
“You know what, we can make this fun. Let’s pretend that you’re on a fashion show and I’m just someone in the audience. And you have to come out and showcase the design, it’s your obligation as a model. So just…”, you hear a chair dragging across the floor and being placed somewhere, “come out and pretend you’re a model on a runway.”
You stare at yourself in the mirror. Are you actually gonna show Yoongi this? Are you actually gonna show anyone this? You don’t have another costume for the party, and you don’t have time to drive all the way to the mall to look for costumes that’s probably outsold by now. It looks like this will be the costume of this year’s Halloween which means that Yoongi will see it sooner or later. You sigh and walk towards the door, and with a deep breath you open the door.
Yoongi’s a lot closer than you thought. The chair that was dragged across the floor is placed right in front of the table and there he was, sitting just a few metres away from you. You didn’t know what to do. A runway? Did he want you to walk to him and then back and lock yourself in your room and never come back? Because you could definitely get on with that plan.
How were you gonna face everyone with this, especially when you’re so scared of facing your roommate, your closest friend?
You realize you had zoned out when you lock eyes with Yoongi. Eyes tired from composing and body slumped forward shows an indifferent response. Maybe this outfit isn’t as bad as you thought, since it didn’t attract an insult from him. This gives you new confidence, so you lift your chin up and strut your way to him.
As if on a catwalk, you sway your hips as you continue the short walk to where he’s sitting. You catch a stiffness to his body as his Adam’s apple bobs up. However, he continues to watch you come closer with hooded eyes and you take it as a result from composing for hours.
You turn your back to him so he’s a few inches away from your ass and continue to walk all the way to your bedroom door. You do a twirl and decide to end it in a comedic way with some jazz hands.
But it doesn’t feel so comedic when you realize that his cold eyes aren’t that cold anymore, but instead carry fire. His slumped form has taken a dominant turn with his elbows resting on his thighs as he watches you through dark eyes.
“It really is that bad, huh?”, you chuckle awkwardly, realizing he hasn’t said anything since you opened the door. He studies you for a few seconds until he says, “Are you leaving like that tonight?”
You look down on yourself and then at him. “What choice do I have? I have to leave like this,” you bite your lip in worry, ”Does it look that ridiculous?”
He doesn’t say a word, only looking you up and down. You call out his name and get an immediate reaction as he flickers his eyes to yours, making you meet his intense ones.
“Come on! Roast me! Drag me!”, you whine as you thump your fists by your side. ”Where is my savage little asshole?”
You can’t stand having no idea of what he thinks of your costume. Was it really that bad that he couldn’t even make a joke about it? You lean against the closed bedroom door and sigh, “I really hope this leaves an impression on Hoseok.”
You wish you could take it back. You feel eyes pierce through you and into your soul. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Had you pissed him off? You look at him and notice how his energy’s changed. He’s pissed off. But why?
“I said, I hope this leaves an impression on Hoseok. I told you I wanted to impress him.”
Oblivious as to why Yoongi’s irritated, you continue the conversation.
”Do you think he’ll like it?”, you ask him, but as soon as Hoseok’s name is mentioned, he flinches.
“No. You look like a slut.”, Yoongi says without looking away. You stare at him in shock, mouth falling down and irritation building up.
“Hey, do you want to get a beating, you mouthy little fuck? Just because you-”
You look at him perplexed. Did you hear that right?
“W-what the fuck do you mean with that, assh-”
”You heard me. Take it off.”
You have never looked at Yoongi with a sexual light casted over him. You’ve known him for five years, but the thought of sleeping with him has never occured to you before. But all it only took to shift the ambience was a second, and suddenly you’re aware of his dominant aura, his hooded dark eyes, the veins in his forearms together with the white shirt. You can feel the sexual tension thicker than ever.
Withot further thought, you reach for the zipper when you suddenly realize that you don’t have anything under the fishnet suit. The leather catsuit covers so little that wearing underwear would ruin the whole outfit. Going commando sounds like the only way to flaunt this Halloween costume, besides it’s not like you’d have to take off your leather catsuit. Not until this moment.
“I don’t have anything under this.”, you utter awkwardly. Yoongi smirks.
You stare long and hard at Yoongi and it’s clear that he isn’t kidding. Your libido is rising and it’s not kidding either. Your reasoning can’t function well when your lust is skyrocketing, and that is enough for you to pull the zipper down and step out of the leather clothing. Being in only your fishnet suit makes you feel even more exposed, and for the first time this morning you realize that you’re really going through with this. You’re really going to have sex with your roommate. Your best friend.
Yoongi takes in the sight of you semi-naked and is stunned. Over the five years of friendship, he had fantasized about you a lot but never did he think you would look this amazing naked. The fishnet stocking suit pressed against your soft skin and though the imperfections, he sees perfection. An absolutely beautiful _____.
He beckons to you with his hand, and as if a rope has been thrown around you, you pull to him. You stand in front of him, finally getting to feel his touch. He grips your hips and rubs his hands over your sides.
“Such a good slut. Aren’t you?”, he asks with his head tilting. You look down at him and notice his marvelous features as if you’re looking at him for the first time. You always thought he was attractive, but never in a sexual way. But the way his lips pouts, his heavy-lidded eyes, the lust they carry, how his platinum blond hair complement his pale skin is changing the game. All you can think about is how pale, pink and pretty his dick must be.
You nod at his statement and reach for his hair, but fail as he pulls down your arm. You’re lowered down so you’re face to face with his crotch. An outline of a dick is visible through his basketball shorts and your mouth is already watering from the teasing sight. “Prove how good of a slut you are.”
You grab the hem of the shorts and pull them down, only to discover that he isn’t wearing anything under. You start to wonder if this is what he does often, and flashbacks from the multiple times you’ve laid your head on his thighs during movie nights appear. The sight of Yoongi’s cock brings you back to reality and you grip it to get a sense of how perfect it is. From the prettiest pink flushing his tip and the pale that covers his shaft, to the fact that he’s girthy and a bit over average in length, he’s perfect. It’s always the lean guys that carries the nicest cocks.
“Get to it.”, Yoongi grunts impatiently. Your eyes narrows as you jerk him off. “Fuck off.”
Yoongi grins at your disobedience and grips your hair. He steers you to his dick as he holds himself up and directs it to your mouth. You drag your tongue to the underside of his cock which extracts a delicious moan that makes you want more. As you bob your head up and down, you ensure that you press your tongue against the slit of his head when you’re at the tip, and that made Yoongi snap.
“That’s it.”, he grunts as he lifts his hips off of the chair and starts fucking your mouth. You gag immediately with no warning of this happening, and the groans you let out sends vibrations to his head. The game you’re playing is only riling each other up and you already know the end of this morning will leave you feeling glorious. He pulls you off his dick, a string of saliva and precum following.
“Holy shit.”, is the only thing Yoongi is able to say. You wipe off the saliva hanging down your chin and smile.
“Yeah. I guess I got tongue technology.”, you wink at the usage of a term he uses in the mixtape he’s working on. Yoongi cringes and shakes his head.
“You can’t say that during sex. It just makes it cringy.”, he says.
“Not my fucking fault you put cringy shit in your own songs.”, you snicker.
He looks at you with narrowed eyes. “You know what, I’m tired of your ass always talking back. Stand up.” He drags your feet and whirls you around so you’re facing your bedroom door. He pushes your legs apart so you’re standing with an angle and presses his hand against the small of your back.
“Bend over.”, he commands. You do as he says and lean forward a bit. You feel awkward with your butt arching back and hands on your knees. Your legs are also starting to cramp, until you feel a finger spread your lips and you let out a soft moan.
“So pretty,” he comments and suddenly, you feel a wetness. You register it as a tongue as it keeps giving you kitten licks on your sensitive center. He focuses on your clit, making you squirm while being upside down.
“Who knew you would taste this good?”
The sounds coming from him eating you out are obscene, but it feels oh so good that you can’t help the moans that spill from your mouth. He leaves your clit and replaces it with a slap. You yelp and before you know it, two fingers enters you.
“Why are you so loud? Only bitches are this loud.”, he insults but with his fingers pumping and pressing right at the spot of glory, you can’t bother to quiet down. He uses his other hand to spank your asscheek, the calluses on his hand making it sting real good. “God, such a great ass.”, he sighs in admiration. Everything feels too much and finally, it creates an explosion of fireworks. It takes over you without notice and electricity wanders through your body.
“Oh fuck,” Yoongi groans as he continues to plunge his fingers into you roughly. You scream because of the roughness, but it only helps you ride out your orgasm to the full. Soon you’re washed over with slight oversensitivity so thank the Gods over how Yoongi’s avoiding your clit.
“What a tight little cunt.”, Yoongi swears under his breath as he slows down and pulls out.
He sits back on the chair and watches you turn around with wobbly legs and confusion. He grips your thighs to let you straddle him. In loss of energy, you let him take charge as you lie against his body. He plants your feet beside him on the chair and faces you. “Ride me.”
“Are you fucking serious? You had me upside down for God knows how long, and made me cum like three minutes ago. You do the work, slackass.”, you tell him off. He looks between your bodies and smirks. “My way or the highway, baby. Your choice.” He drags his cock against your folds, collecting enough lubrication to rub it against your clit and circle his head around your pleasure button. The oversensitivity has calmed down and left more sexual cravings.
You lean your head backwards, contemplating your options. You’ve already had an orgasm. But you couldn’t leave Yoongi high and dry, no matter how cocky and annoying he may be.
You lift yourself up with the help of your feet and feel yourself get fuller by the minute. You start bouncing slowly on his cock, panting and whining against the milky skin of his neck. You hear him let out deep breaths and his self discipline is long gone before he grabs your ass to have more control over the thrusts. He heaves his hips up to meet the downthrusts of your hips, creating the perfect combination of force.
You tilt your head back, releasing whimpers as he hits you in the right spots. “Look at me.”, Yoongi moans. You force your head to the same level as his and stare into his eyes filled with pure desire.
And for the first time, you kiss. The kiss is sweet yet rough, plump lips crashing together with a bit of tongue in the mix. His lips are addictive and you feel yourself getting lost in the kiss. You mewl into the kiss and break it by putting your foreheads together.
“I’m gonna cum.”, you say breathlessly, and with a few seconds passing, Yoongi cums. As if on cue, you orgasm as well with the second one not being as long lasting, but still a strong one. It leaves you weak and you fall into Yoongi’s chest. He hugs you tightly as he rides out his high and you grind on him to serve some extended pleasure for his orgasm.
“You’re one little minx, huh.”, he grins against your neck as he kneads your ass. You let out a light laugh, giving his neck small pecks as he lets his hands wander across your back. “I guess I am, asshole.”
You raise your head from his still clothed chest and look at him. You stare at him and can’t help but notice how boyish and cute he actually is: the puffy cheeks with a rosy tint to them, plump lips always having a scowl-like shape to them and the messy hair that falls in front of his cat eyes. How this man could go from the hottest man on earth to the cutest boy ever, is a question that will always live. That’s Min Yoongi, everyone.
It’s been hours since the incident and you’re nervously preparing yourself for the party. You finish off your makeup and take a second look in the mirror. You don’t look half bad, you try telling yourself, hoping that what you tell yourself is the truth.
But a vivid memory from earlier has left a print in your head. Do you really look a slut? Will you blow your chance of sleeping with Hoseok because you look too… slutty? Refusing to let this go, you walk your way out of your room and into the living room.
“Yoongi,” he looks up, “one question.” “Shoot.”, he says, looking back at the screen.
One thing you noticed after the sex was how the sexual tension just… disappeared. When the both of you walked into the bathroom to clean up, it was back to the banter and the jokes. It was as if nothing had changed. As if you hadn’t just had sex with each other. And for some reason, you’re relieved. You just hope the relief is mutual.
“Yeah, about earlier… Do… you actually think I look like a slut?” This made Yoongi look up from the screen again, looking you up and down with furrowed brows.
“Oh… I forgot I said that, I didn’t really mean it. You… you actually look pretty good. Hot, if I may confess.”, he nods reassuringly and you smile. “And you think Hoseok will like it?” You feel him tense up, and you notice the quiet seconds, but it breaks apart with a soft smile on his face and the words of “Hoseok will like it.” leaving his mouth. You let out a breath you didn’t know you held in, and go to hug Yoongi. Yoongi hugs you back, but grumbles when the hug goes on for too long.
“Okay, okay, I’m going anyways. Have fun at home, grandpa, don’t be up too late with your Agu-STD music.”, you joke as you pick up your purse and head out the door. Yoongi groans for an answer, and only when he hears the door click does he sigh. He puts his head in his hands as if it could cure the headache it all gives him. It all being the fact that his crush is being taken away from him tonight. It all being the fact that Hoseok is being taken away from him tonight.
A/N: okay, just to clarify! yoongi is bi in this fic, so no he didn’t force himself to have sex with reader. and yes, he enjoyed it and is attracted to her as well, but he is in love with hoseok. more to come though, the possibilities for the ending are endless ;)
