pairing: bff!yunho x reader
CW: teasing, reader is very desperate, dirty talk, dry humping, grinding, making out, pet names (baby, jagi, sweetheart), multiple orgasms, implied aftercare
synopsis: after another failed date, you disclose to your bff about your frustration. but maybe, he can be the one to help?
note: i’m so dead y’all yunho is wrecking me so hard
posting a day earlier than planned bc i saw a yunho edit that fucked me up & i got excited
You stumble with your key as it enters the lock, the spare he had given you years ago, frustration pouring out of you. You eventually turn the knob, rushing inside and slamming the door behind you. You’re greeted by a very startled, and unbearably handsome, version of your best friend standing in his kitchen, black tshirt and grey sweatpants clinging to him like they were sculpted specifically for his body. Yunho raises his eyebrows at you as you kick off your shoes, toss your keys on the counter and practically stomp over to his couch, flinging yourself forward, face first into a pillow.
“Another one?” He asks with a sigh, grabbing his bottle of water and joining you on the couch. He bends your legs forward, sitting underneath, throwing them over his. You don’t turn over, just turn your head to the side in order to respond.
“Why must all men be insufferable?” You say with a groan, words muffled as your face lies sideways on the pillow. He caresses your leg gently as you speak.
“Ouch.” He answers with a chuckle, clearly understanding that your date must’ve not gone well. You turn over and shoot up, legs still thrown over his, sitting closely.
“No seriously. Heaven forbid a girl want someone with enough emotional depth to actually form feelings. At this point, even someone with enough skill to at least satisfy me. None of these assholes can charm me enough for me to want to go home with them, it’s like they’re not even trying, and I’m pretty fucking lenient by now.” You ramble on, grabbing his arm ask you speak to convey your despair. He doesn’t speak yet, just listens, nodding along as you confess your needs. “I don’t even want to date anyone at the moment, not after all these epic fails, but a girl has needs you know?” He tenses slightly as you continue, knowing what you mean, but not sure what to say. “I mean for fucks sake I just want one night, meaningless sex with someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”
“I’m sorry, jagi. Wish I could help.” He offers politely, not even thinking about how his words are shooting an idea straight to your core. Your mind races, wondering if maybe he could. It wouldn’t have to mean anything, just a friend, helping out another friend. You’re silent for a moment as you debate whether or not to bring this idea to his attention, if he would even consider it, but finally you decide to pull the trigger.
“Yunho.” You start, earning a questioning hum from him as he stares at the show playing on his tv in front of the couch. “What if you could help…” You mutter, scared of the answer, scared of his thoughts. His head shoots towards you immediately, like you had just said something unbelievable.
“Y/n….you’re joking, right?” He questions, an awkward chuckle exiting his mouth, not sure if he even heard you correctly.
“Yunho I trust you more than anyone on this planet. It wouldn’t mean a thing. I just…I need relief. J-just help me.” You extend, hoping to convince him you’re serious.
“Y/n I-“ He starts, but you cut him off quickly, feeling his rejection coming as his head falls forward, but you’re desperate to change his mind.
“We don’t have to have sex, in fact we probably shouldn’t, just mess around, enough to get this relentless tension out of my body. I don’t want our friendship to change, I get it. So no fucking, but we could do other things. I’ve known you long enough to have walked in on you with dates before, I know you know what you’re doing.” You continue babbling, thinking of whatever you can that’ll make him think this is a good idea. He’s silent for a little too long, his glasses falling down to the bridge of his nose as he gazes off in thought. All you can think about is how good he looks, and how perfect the situation is to release you from your anguish.
“I-It’s not that I don’t want to, jagi.” He starts, leaning back against the couch, head falling back, adam’s apple tipping in his throat. “If I do this with you, I don’t know if I can hold back.” He runs his hand through his hair, his entire body tense, jaw tight.
“No fucking. That’s my rule. We can get off other ways, Yun. Please, I’m dying here.” You plead, trying to still play it off jokingly, but you’re incredibly frantic for him to say yes. In an instant, he flings your legs apart, his body moving in between them, pushing you down against the couch with his upper body landing on top of you. You’re taken aback by his sudden dominance, his body hot and heavy against yours. He grabs your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head.
“Fine. I won’t fuck you. But by the end of the night you’re gonna be begging me to.” He whispers, dark and teasing, his eyes have changed, full of hunger now, just as desperate as you are to get whatever taste he can. Your breath hitches at his words, his tone convincing you instantly that he’s telling the truth. This boundary felt important to keeping your friendship the same, but you’re suddenly extremely aware that he’s seeming to take this as a challenge. You take your eyes off his, glancing down at his pump lips, giving him a cue to kiss you, but he doesn’t yet. Instead he pauses, taking a moment to study you, his breath heavy from anticipation. Your cheeks flush, suddenly nervous by the way he’s taking you in.
“Yunho. Kiss me.” You command, the whininess in your voice coming on stronger than expected. He smirks, loving how needy you are, but he hasn’t seen anything yet.
“I’ve wanted this for so long. I need to memorize the way you look underneath me.” He admits, making your cheeks even redder at his confession. At once, his lips crash into yours with a relentless strength. Your bodies slide closer together, his pelvis flush against yours, feeling his hardening member through his sweats. You whine into his mouth, moving your hips forward to feel him closer. As soon as your hips roll into his he loses all self control, pushing himself against yours cunt harshly. His tongue slips into your mouth, dancing together with yours. He bites at your lip as he pulls away, earning another moan from you. He quickly wraps his hands around your back, scooping your entire body forwards as he crawls back, placing you in his lap as he sits up. You don’t hesitate as you land, frantically connecting your lips back on his, his tongue shooting out instantly as you do. You move your hips against his again, as roughly as you can, craving more intense contact. The short dress, you had on for your date, rides up on your thighs, leaving only your panties as a barrier. He moves his lips to your neck, nipping and licking at your sensitive skin, leaving wet, red marks all over.
“Y-Yunho” You whimper as he sucks on one spot longer than the rest, sure to leave a spot tomorrow, the pain turning into pleasure, sending you spiraling, a familiar spark running straight to your cunt. Your bodies move together, you grind down against him as he grinds up into you, the increase in pressure making you need more. As seemingly quick as this started, he stops. You try to continue, but his hands brace themselves on your hips, halting your movements and you whine in distress.
“Off.” He instructs, tugging at the strap of your dress, releasing it with a pop, your shoulder stinging from the impact. Your dress has rode up high enough that it’s nearly sitting at your waist. He reaches behind you, undoing the zipper slowly. You grab the bottom and pull it up over your head, throwing it across the living room, leaving you in your pink lace bra and matching cloth panties. His eyes scan your body and you begin grinding against him again, him watching your every movement on top of him. “You-shit-look so damn good, baby.” He praises, and you reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, wanting less of a barricade between you.
“Take these off, too. Please.” You moan, overwhelmingly desperate. He continues to watch you, admiring the view in front of him. Your underwear are soaking, the wet spot over your cunt making them almost see through.
“I don’t have any boxers underneath, sweetheart. You ready for that?” He asks smugly, breath heavy, showing his need as well as yours.
“Please, Yun. I need more.” You wail, getting impatient from your built up lack of satisfaction from your past dates. He taps the sides of your thighs, signaling you to hop off of him. You slide off, watching him slipping his thumbs under the elastic, raising up for a second as he glides them down, kicking them in the floor. His cock stands at attention, rigid, red, and angry. You lick your lips at the sight, leaning forward to touch him, but he grabs your wrist, stopping you abruptly.
“I’m here to help you, jagi. Let me make you feel good.” He claims, a new wave of butterflies racing through you. He guides you back on his lap, the only barrier now being your thin panties, which are wet enough that they’re practically nonexistent. This time, he takes complete control of your movements, hands secure on your hips, moving you back and forth on his cock. Your head falls back in bliss, the dampness of your pussy against him making it easy to glide. His length rubs consistently against your aching clit, moans spilling uncontrollably as he watches you climb to your peak. The knot in your stomach forms quickly, your ragged breaths prompting him to quicken the motion between your bodies.
“Y-Yunho, s-s’close” You whimper, words barely escaping your mouth, mind clouded with nothing but the desire to orgasm. You reach down, needing to feel him directly against your cunt. You pull your panties to the side, your sensitive clit now rubbing against his cock with each drag of your hips.
“Fuck. I know baby, me too. Cum all over my cock.” He mutters, clearly affected by the blunt contact of your sensitive areas, with nothing blockading. His words push you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard, chills running down your spine, legs spasming on his sides. You can hardly breathe as you come down, but he keeps moving you against him, the overstimulation making you whine.
“I-I wanna feel you. Inside.” You moan, completely disregarding your rule from before, not caring anymore. He chuckles deeply, still chasing his own high as well.
“Nope. Sorry, jagi. Your rule.” He voices breathily, neither of you stopping long enough to catch your breath. You whimper in defiance, wet sounds filling the room as your arousal coats his cock completely.
“I take it back. It was stupid. It won’t change anything, please.” You cry out, orgasm number two building within you already. His lips connect with yours again, his right hand momentarily moving up to behind your head, stabilizing you against him as he deepens the kiss.
“Look at you. So pretty begging for my cock. Just like I knew you would.” He taunts, kissing down your neck once again, hand snaking down your body, pausing momentarily to toy with your nipples. He eventually reaches your puffy clit, using two fingers to circle it gently.
“O-Oh my god, fuck.” You sob, the stimulation overwhelming, almost too much. “Please Yunho, I need it.” You beg once again, wanting to feel him stretch your pussy, carving you open like it’s only for him.
“Nope.” He says plainly, and you sigh in frustration, the pit in your stomach so close to snapping. “Fuck, jagi, I’m gonna cum.” He follows, his seed spurting onto his shirt and lower abdomen. He groans as he cums, veins in his neck revealing themselves as his body tenses. The feeling of his length pulsing underneath you causes your orgasm, crashing through you just as hard as the first. You fall forward against him, head landing in the crook of his neck in exhaustion as you descend from your high.
“Fuck.” You exclaim with a chuckle, not quite believing you just did that with your best friend. You lean back up to look at him, eyes locking for a moment and he pulls you in again. You melt into him, lips dancing together.
“Let’s go get cleaned up, jagi.” He offers, his fingers intertwining with yours in a sweet gesture. You stay there for a moment, not necessarily wanting it to end.
“Can’t believe you wouldn’t fuck me.” You tease, hitting him playfully in the chest, sticking your lower lip out with a pout.
“You made the rule, sweetheart. Wasn’t about to cave and then you regret it.” He admits, helping you as you stand. He pulls his shirt over his head before he joins you, wiping up any excess mess. He throws his sweatpants back on quickly.
“Ugh, I wouldn’t have.” You roll your eyes, pulling your underwear and bra back on as well, but nothing else.
“Fine, next time.” He admits, smirking at you devilishly at the insinuation that you’ll be doing this again. And you’re not mad about it, because maybe you want that, too.
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