Hi 👋
I saw your requests open. If possible, could you write something for Yoon Yechan from 82Major? Like Yechan and reader (female) knowing each other since diapers days. But their feelings toward each other have changed very the last few months. And they act on it. Could be fluffy and cute, could also turn into something more nsfw 🤭
…bestfriend!yechan x fem!reader ~
l bestfriend yechan! |
warnings: nsfw, slight praise, best friends, nipple play / breast play, creampie (dont do this guys)
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The sun filtered through the curtains of your childhood bedroom, casting a warm glow over the familiar posters and stuffed animals that had survived the years. You'd known Yechan since you were toddlers, back when diaper changes and playground scuffles defined your world. Your families were close, practically intertwined, so it was no surprise that you two grew up as inseparable best friends—sharing secrets, late-night talks, and endless adventures. But over the last few months, something had shifted. Stolen glances lingered a little too long, casual touches sparked electricity, and the air between you hummed with unspoken tension. You'd catch yourself daydreaming about his smile, the way his laugh lit up a room, and worse, imagining his hands on you in ways that made your cheeks flush.
Today was no different, or at least it started that way. Yechan had shown up at your door with his usual easy grin, holding a bag of your favorite snacks from the corner shop you would frequently visit since high school. “Thought we could binge that new series,” he said, kicking off his shoes and flopping onto your couch like he owned the place. You laughed, settling beside him, your shoulder brushing his as you hit play on the remote. The snack were devoured quickly, wrappers crumpled and set aside, leaving you both leaning back against the pillows, legs tangled in that comfortable, familiar way.
As the episodes rolled on, the space between you shrank inch by inch. His arm draped casually over the back of the couch, fingers grazing your neck in what could have been an accident. But it wasn't. You felt it—the way his breath hitched when you leaned into him, the subtle shift in his posture as he pulled you closer under the pretense of getting comfortable. During a particularly tense scene on screen, you turned to comment, only to find him already watching you, his eyes intense and searching.
“Hey,” he murmured during a lull in the show, his voice softer than usual, laced with a nervousness you hadn't heard from him in years. You turned fully, meeting his eyes, those deep brown pools that had always held your gaze without judgment. Now, they burned with something new, something that mirrored the butterflies rioting in your stomach. “What's up?” you asked, though your heart already knew. The last few months had been torture—watching him laugh with friends, feeling a pang when he hugged other girls goodbye, wondering if he noticed how your hugs lingered too, how you'd started dressing up a little more when he came over.
Yechan swallowed hard, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his palm warm and slightly calloused from his recent gym obsession. “I've been thinking... about us. It's always been you and me, right? Against the world. But lately, I can't stop imagining... more. Like, what if we weren't just friends anymore?” His thumb traced your jawline, sending shivers down your spine, raising goosebumps on your arms. You nodded, words failing as the weight of his confession hung in the air. Leaning in, you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened. It was soft at first, fluffy and sweet like cotton candy memories, his mouth warm and familiar against yours, tasting faintly of the spicy noodles you'd shared.
But the dam broke with a shared sigh. Hands roamed freely now, pulling you closer until you straddled his lap, the heat building between your thighs as you felt him harden beneath you. “God, I've wanted this for so long,” he whispered against your lips, his fingers slipping under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back, tracing the curve of your spine. You moaned softly, grinding down against the growing bulge in his jeans, the friction igniting sparks that made your core ache with need. His free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, tongues sliding together in a slow, exploratory dance.
Clothes coming off in a hurry—your shirt tossed aside, revealing your lacy bra that you'd picked out hoping for a moment like this. His eyes darkened as he drank you in, then his own shirt followed, peeled off to expose the toned chest and abs you'd admired in secret for years, the faint trail of hair leading down to his waistband. He kissed down your neck, nipping at your collarbone with his teeth, leaving light marks that made you gasp. His hands cupped your breasts through the fabric, thumbs circling your hardening nipples until you arched into him. “You're so beautiful,” he breathed, unhooking your bra with surprisingly steady fingers and lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching lightly to draw out your whimpers.
You couldn't wait any longer. Your hands fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking as you yanked it open, then popped the button on his jeans. He lifted his hips to help you shove them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock—thick and hard, veins pulsing under your fingers as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked slowly from base to tip. A bead of pre-cum slicked your palm, and Yechan groaned low in his throat, his hips bucking up involuntarily. “Please,” he begged, eyes dark with raw need, his voice rough. “I need you...”
You shifted, kicking off your shorts and panties in one swift motion, your pussy already slick and ready. Guiding him to your entrance, you sank down slowly, inch by inch, both of you crying out at the stretch, the exquisite fullness as he filled you completely. He felt perfect, like he'd always belonged there, stretching your walls in the best way. For a moment, you stilled, savoring the connection, his hands gripping your hips as he fought for control.
Then you started moving, riding him with instinctive rhythm, your bodies syncing up from years of knowing each other's every quirk. Grinding your clit against his pubic bone with each descent, pleasure building in waves. His hands guided you, fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust up to meet you, driving deeper. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he panted, his voice breaking on a moan. The room filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin, your shared gasps and groans, the wet slide of his cock plunging in and out of your soaked pussy.
He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him, changing the angle so he hit that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. His mouth found your breast again, sucking hard while one hand slipped between you to rub tight circles over your clit. The dual sensations overwhelmed you, pushing you closer to the edge. “Yechan... I'm close,” you whimpered, nails raking down his back, leaving red trails.
“Come for me,” he urged, his thrusts growing erratic, hips snapping up harder. It built quickly, that fluffy affection from your shared history twisting into raw, primal passion. You shattered first, clenching around him with a shuddering cry, your pussy pulsing as orgasm ripped through you, juices coating his length. Yechan followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling hot cum inside you with a guttural groan, his body tensing as he rode out the waves, holding you tight against his chest.
Afterward, you collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and sated, breaths mingling as you came down from the high. His arms wrapped around you in that same protective hold from childhood, one hand stroking your hair gently. “This changes everything…” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your temple, trailing light pecks along your cheek. You smiled, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with your fingertip, feeling the steady thump of his heart. “For the better,” you replied, nuzzling into his neck. The show still played forgotten in the background, but neither of you cared. As you drifted into lazy contentment, wrapped in each other's warmth, you knew the last few months of building tension were just the beginning of something deeper, more intimate—a new chapter in your lifelong story.