Day 4; Fingering (Jeong Yunho x Reader)
Warnings; Fem-bodied reader, smut, alcohol consumption lil tipsy messing, implied fuck-boy Yunho, best friend!reader, infidelity, angst, fingering, squirting.
Might've missed smth just lmk.
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“Are you serious? This is the third time this week!” Wooyoung exclaimed, throwing his hands up and slamming them back against his legs.
“He claims to be busy tutoring Ayla and just forgets,” Y/N barely gets out of her mouth before Wooyoung quickly grabs both of her hands and stares at her wide-eyed which makes her flinch.
“Please be for real right now,” Wooyoung said slowly, trying to get her to understand what he was thinking.
“It’s just what he tells me,” She shrugged his hands off, and Wooyoung dropped them at his sides dramatically.
“Y/N, I swear he better be good in bed if you put up with this shit,” Wooyoung slumped himself back on the couch. Y/N looked at him from the side with her mouth shut, cheeks becoming red from embarrassment. Wooyoung continued to stare at her with wide eyes until his mouth dropped at the realization.
“Please tell me you’re lying,” She hesitated before holding up her hand, spreading her thumb and pointer finger two inches apart. Wooyoung squealed in disbelief at the insinuation.
“Has he even made you cum with that?” His voice was way too loud, not that she was concerned since everyone was outside. She shook her head, Wooyoung jumped up from the couch, shock etched into his features.
“At least with his hands?!” His arms spread out on each side. Another shake of her head caused Wooyoung to pull her from the couch.
“We’re getting you laid,” He pulled her towards the crowd outside, passing through the kitchen to the back door. The figure leaning on the wall goes unnoticed by the two stumbling out the door.
Yunho took a sip of the alcohol from his red solo cup. He swirled it around while staring into the middle, the conversation he just overheard occupying his thoughts.
Wooyoung continued to drag Y/N through the drunk crowd, trying to avoid any spilled alcohol.
“Mingi!” He barked, pulling the orange and yellow-haired male out of his conversation. Mingi looked behind him, the black hat covering his confused glance. When he realized who was calling his name he turned around fully and looked at the two with a charming smile. Y/N looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his exposed chest area where his black button-up wasn’t fully buttoned. Wooyoung’s voice was muffled in the background as she continued down to his jeans that hugged his hips nicely, but loosened around his thighs, and then to his chunky combat boots that were mostly covered by his pants. She was pulled out of her daze when she heard Mingi chuckle.
“My eyes are up here, beautiful,” She looks him in the eyes and notices the smug look on his face.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, Mingi,” Y/N spoke.
“Well, Yunho won’t bring you around very much. I think he’s scared we’ll sweep you off your feet,” Mingi said, tilting his head. Wooyoung looked between the two satisfied with the result. He clapped his hands together and looked over at San, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him out of his own conversation. He looks at Wooyoung confused about to ask him what he was doing, but Wooyoung talks over him.
“Oh, I see San! Mingi, take care of her, would ya?” Wooyoung winked, before disappearing into the crowd, pulling a very confused San with him. Y/N turned back to Mingi, only now they were significantly closer. Mingi looked down at her, his eyes much more visible from under his hat.
“Been waiting for an excuse to dance, care to join?” His hand extended to her. She looked down at his hand and then back to his eyes. Everything in her said no, but she was too drunk to care. Hesitating at the invitation, she eventually said ‘fuck it’ and grabbed his hand. He pulled her away from the table, now in the crowd of various people grinding on each other.
Mingi spun her around before pulling her back into his chest, his hands moving to her waist. His thumbs rubbed in small circles on her hips, trying to influence her to start moving. She took the hint and started to move her hips slowly. Y/N’s hands found themselves holding onto Mingi’s, stepping back so their bodies were pressed together as they moved their hips in unison to the music. Y/N slid her left hand up his arms to the back of his neck where she pulled him down to be closer to her face. She looked over her shoulder to Mingi who was already looking down at her with a smile, his face inches away.
Mingi moved closer to whisper in her ear, “I see why he tried to keep you away.” His head found solace on her shoulder, his lips ghosting up her neck. Mingi could feel eyes on him causing him to look up. Through the crowd, he spotted Yunho glaring at the two of them. Mingi gave him a knowing look but decided to tease him a bit more.
“It seems we have an audience,” He spoke right into her ear, she spun around now facing the tall man.
“I don’t really care right now,” She smiled up at him. She moved both of her arms around his neck, their faces so close that his hat almost fell off. Mingi let out a breathy laugh at her sudden movements. His cheeks were red and his face was flushed from the amount of alcohol he had previously consumed. Y/N ground her hips harder into his as they swayed back and forth. Mingi looked up and let out a shaky sigh before looking back down at her, biting his lip. She looked into his eyes and moved her hands to pull on the loops of his jeans so their fronts were flush against each other. She gasped when she could feel the hard-on in his pants, her eyes widening when she realized the size. Y/N went to whisper something in his ear when the music stopped. Groans and complaints could be heard from the people around them at the sudden lack of music. Everyone looked at the DJ who was throwing his hands up and apologizing for the technical issue.
“Guess I should take this time to run to the bathroom,” She let go of him, turning around to head into the house. Before she entered, she threw a seductive look at Mingi. His brain buffered before it clicked. He walked towards the house, fully intent on following her. A hand slapped its way onto his chest, harshly stopping his path before he could walk in.
“Mingi,” A voice grumbled next to him. He turned over to complain to the person coming face-to-face with Yunho. Mingi sighed as he threw his hands up, backing away from the door, dejected.
After stopping Mingi, Yunho found himself in front of the bathroom door Y/N wandered into.
“Come in Mingi~,” She said, fully expecting him to walk through the door. Instead, her eyes met her best friend through the mirror.
“Yunho,” She jumped at the change of person. Yunho’s eyes darkened and an angry glare dug into her. She backed up as Yunho trailed closer, her hips meeting the marble counter.
“So you and Mingi hm?” His voice was low as he stopped inches before her. Not letting her speak he started talking again.
“I heard your conversation with Wooyoung,” He started, Y/N’s face exploding from embarrassment.
“Such a shame you’ve never been treated properly,” He dropped his head down, noses almost touching. His hands slowly gripped her waist, hoisting her up on the counter merely missing the sink.
“What are you doing?” She said breathless, heart pounding in her chest.
“Tell me to stop,” His lips ghosting her own. Her breath was caught in her throat debating on taking that step with her own best friend.
“Don’t,” She whispered. Both hesitated at the answer, knowing they were risking a friendship even if they were already too far. Teeth clashed, Y/N’s hands tangled into his hair while Yunho’s ran up her sides. Stopping his journey up, Yunho’s hands dashed to the buttons on her pants. He pulled them apart quickly, tugging down the fabric with a helpful lift from her.
“Let me show you how it feels to cum,” He muttered into her mouth, his pointer finger tracing down her underwear.
“Oh fuck,” Y/N lurched backward as Yunho’s finger pushed aside the fabric and dived into her wet cavern. She had never realized how long Yunho’s fingers actually were until she felt them plunged inside of her. A whine echoed through the air as he removed his hand, before pulling the thin fabric off. Yunho dropped to his knees, Y/N looking down in confusion as he smirked up at her.
“Come on love, don’t tell me you’ve never been eaten out now?” He plunged two fingers into her this time. Her hands gripped onto his hair as his tongue met her clit. The pleasure quickly sent electricity through her body, feeling herself clench around his fingers.
“God, you’re clenching around my fingers already, greedy little slut” Yunho pulled his mouth away, watching her cunt suck him in.
“Fuck Yunho,” He started curling his fingers, pressing harshly inside. Quickening his fingers, he slammed his face back in. He ran circles into her clit as she started shaking. Stars clouded her vision as a knot in her burst spreading a pleasure she had never truly felt. Hoping no one could hear the loud moans ringing in the air. Once Yunho’s fingers left he stood up, hair and face soaked.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” He plopped his fingers into his mouth, sucking on her juices. Yunho’s hands went to his pants, starting to unbuckle them. Before he could continue, a knock on the door sounded through the air.
“Fuck,” He muttered, “Give me a second!” He yelled out, pulling Y/N’s clothes off the ground and handing them to her. She rushed to dress before opening the door, allowing the person on the other side in. To her dismay, Wooyoung stood with his arms crossed and foot bouncing from impatiens.
“About time, now move,” He said, pushing us out. A ping came from Y/N’s phone, causing her to pull it from her pocket.
“Oh fuck, I’ve gotta go. Tell Wooyoung I’m home okay?” She sounded worried. The text on her phone from her soon to be ex, forcing her to come back and talk. Yunho huffed before walking outside.
“I see you couldn’t get your dick wet either,” Mingi said as Yunho walked down the stairs. He shot a glare at his friend as he walked by, making a bee-line to the couch.
A week has gone by without mention of the past weekend events. Y/N’s heart now speeds up everytime Yunho and herself meet up. Tonight Yunho decided it would be a movie night for the two, a monthly tradition. The movie playing was drowned out as Y/N’s thoughts raced from events now that the two were completely alone.
“Yunho, are we gonna bring up last weekend?” Her voice almost went unnoticed.
“What do you mean?” An annoyed look crossed her face as he just smiled at her.
“Don’t act clueless, I know you weren’t that far out of it. You could still walk,” She muttered.
“We were drunk, I think that's the end of the story there,” He said, turning back to the movie.
“Unfortunately it’s not. Not now why I can’t sit around you without my heart pounding out of my chest wishing you’d kiss me again, Yunho,” Annoyance was evident in her tone.
“I fucked up Mingi,” Yunho muttered, throwing his head in his hands.
“No shit, if you’d told me I would’ve backed off,” Mingi said, plopping himself beside Yunho.
“It’s not like that,” Yunho said, lying through his teeth.
“Ah, so you wouldn’t mind if I called her up and fucked her instead of you?” Mingi teased, trying to get the truth from his friend.
“Just admit you like her and I will,” Mingi raised his voice a bit.
“Fine! I do okay? I’ve liked her since before we started college. But she deserves better than me, Mingi! Not a fucked up dude who only thinks with his dick!” Yunho shot back, anger getting the better of him.
“If you don’t do something, you’ll never know. You’re heads so far up your ass, I’m starting to think you’re right,”
“I’m in love with you Yunho and it’s bothering me,” She said, fully turning towards Yunho.
“I don’t think you are,” Her face dropped at his dismissal, tears stinging her eyes.
“I’m leaving,” She said, quickly moving off the couch and to the door. Yunho stared at the door, his own tears clouding his vision.
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