in which your best friend convinces you to go on a 2 man with guys you both met at the bar.... despite the fact that you both have boyfriends... ( aka INFIDELITY!!!! don't like it don't read )
feat. yechan 82major as your bf, anna meovv as your bsf, anna's bf is myungjae bnd & her side piece is jo &team
cheating obv, no smut but well... damn near (MDNI) anton's a freak, anton's also submissive & a crier, use of nicknames (pretty boy, needy boy, he calls her mommy once sorry, anna gets called a whore, etc), yechan ain't shit but not bad enough it justifies you lowk, yn is mean to everyone oops, and somehow anna is worse than you
an. if you've seen @aeritakus's down bad losers ( and if you haven't... wtf r u doing ? ) you mayyyy notice a common thread of reader & anton + anna & jo as a 2 man and wellll... it's not a coincidence! anna is my stand in + reader is his... which means we WILLL be getting an anna spin off ofc! i have no idea how many parts this'll have but there WILL BE MORE!!! it depends how popular this gets on how long it'll run
freak!yechan who’s an eater (and you can’t tell me otherwise) for his own pleasure !!! def does the eating you out + fingering combo on you because of how much it overstimulates you , he’s a freak and likes maintaining eye contact while doing it too
definitely the type to lay his tongue flat on it giving you slow licks and kissing it too , for sureee starts off by kissing on your thighs nibbling at the skin to tease you
likes shoving his fingers in your mouth so you can taste yourself and kissing you afterwards too
I feel like he’s casual about it too like you guys could just be chilling on his bed and he’d be like “can i eat you out?” just because, no reason
freak!yechan who’s definitely a biterrrrrr, especially when he’s about to cum. he’ll definitely bite down on your shoulder and if you bite him back too …he honestly might combust on the spot LOLL
likes seeing the bite marks
freak!yechan who’s definitely a sweetheart too like he’s a yearner he definitely likes having you ride him because he likes pulling you in for a hug and also because he likes hearing you moan right next to his ear , something about being that close to each other skin to skin is really intimate to him
but also because he’s an ass guy and likes grabbing it and smacking it while your on top and getting the view of you riding him
freak!yechan who loves kissing you while fucking, likes how you can barely focus on kissing him from how good your feeling, hearing you whimper into a kiss makes him groan and get sloppy with his thrusts
freak!yechan who likes making you get on your knees and have you stick your tongue out so he can slap the tip of his dick on it before you give him head
who holds your hair back bc he cares <3 but also because he likes getting a full view of you sucking him off without your hair in the way
who might get too excited and get a little rough with you and accidentally fuck your throat but he makes up for it later in bed
freak!yechan who likes helping you distress by letting you dry hump his leg , will let you have your way with him till you’re satisfied. he definitely gets hard by how sexually frustrating the whole situation is, will probably end up finishing in his pants which is a gross feeling but he low key likes it
freak!yechan who’s for sureee into breath play LIKEEE don’t play, will slowly sneak his hand on your throat and squeeze, he likes how it makes you clench around him and how it gets you all dumb
freak!yechan who definitely makes fun of the noises you make during sex after you guys finish LOLL and nobody can’t tell me otherwise
he likes how shy you get about it and it makes him want to make fun of you even more
notes : probably too long but once i started I couldn’t stop LOL I feel so insane right now
thinking about sneaking around with sneaky link!yechan.. keeping it a secret from your friends because you know it would ruin the dynamic of the group.
sneaky link!yechan who messages you from across the crowded room, cocking an eyebrow at you for you to check your phone.
"usual spot?"
sneaky link!yechan who picks you up in his jag later into the night, once all of your friends had left for the evening, rnb music playing softly and a boyish smile on his face.
sneaky link!yechan who buys you food, despite your insistence that it would look "too much like a date". he's a lover boy at heart.
sneaky link!yechan who keeps his large palm on your thigh the entire car ride, fingertips tapping rhythms on your skin. you wore shorts on purpose, he notices. you always do.
sneaky link!yechan who parks in the corner of an empty lot. you're yawning, it's late, but a warm hand slips up your shirt to rub you awake through your bra.
"you like that, babygirl?"
sneaky link!yechan who's sweet talking and teasing touches get you in his lap despite your best efforts. his large hands grip your thighs, squeezing and pinching as his tongue works its way into your mouth.
sneaky link!yechan who tugs down your shorts and smirks at the wet patch pooling in your panties. he rubs his thumb on the area, earning a yelp from you as you press your face into his neck. he thinks you're so cute when you're flustered like this, when he's touching you in all the right places.
sneaky link!yechan who pushes inside slowly at first, grunting at how tight you are from this angle. you grip him so nicely, like you were made for him. he bounces you softly on his lap, letting your tank top slide down and expose your cute tits.
sneaky link!yechan who whines out when you bite down on his neck to keep yourself from moaning too loud. he likes when he can hear you.
sneaky link!yechan who fucks up into you, holding you steady by your hips as his cock slips in and out, your release mixing with him and making a mess of the backseat. "look like a fuckin' angel, baby. so pretty."
sneaky link!yechan who never lets you leave without a ton a couple marks on your chest and a kiss goodnight <3
author's note: woohoo first 82m work !! yay !!! this was fun to write and i'm hoping to write one for each of the members soon !
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bestfriend!yechan & bsfolderbro!keeho x reader
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "I met two [boys] in this club tonight. Tryna figure out which one I like." - DC The Don, GET NAKED
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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): nsfw, smut (threesome, voyeurism, mild degradation, praise, oral m. & f. rec, fingering, unprotected piv sex, masturbation), drinking, NO incest cuz ew wtf
𝐀/𝐍: i'm surprised there is not that many ffs of the yoon brothers together on here, they might be a bit ooc but who cares its fanFICTION for a reason
You’ve known Yechan since middle school, long enough for him to memorize the way your voice deepens when you get bored, or how you stare off into space when you're maladaptive daydreaming. You’re best friends. At least, that’s what you tell people when they ask why he’s always touching your waist or why you steal his hoodies like they’re yours.
But the truth is, friendship never really quite covered it.
There’s always been something simmering just under the surface. With glances that linger too long, late-night calls that stretch past the point of casual, touches that aren’t quite ‘friend-like.’ And for a while, that was enough for you.
But then came Keeho.
At first, he was just Yechan’s older brother; a presence in the background. Charming, loud, always joking but lately, he’s been different around you. His teasing has shifted, his eyes lingering just a little longer than they used to.
And it does something to you.
Because if Yechan is the epitome of comfort, safety and love then Keeho is the complete opposite. He is heat, pressure, lust and gravity.
You didn’t expect to be drawn to both but now you're standing at the edge of something you don’t fully understand. Wanting two people who are already too close, whose blood ties should make this impossible.
You weren’t planning to go. Parties were never the scene for your introverted self but Yechan had asked, all playful smiles and soft eyes, the way he always is when he wants something.
“It’ll be chill,” he promised. “Just come for me?”
So you did.
And for a while, it really is chill. You hang back, sipping on something too sweet, watching him move through the crowd, saying hi to everyone who came to his house. You stay in your little corner, hidden from everyone and turning down every man or woman who tries to hit on you. But it is getting a little boring, and Seokjoon always knows how to make things better. So when he leans in to whisper in your ear about something funny Dogyun did, you can't help but relax and fall into the rhythm of comfort. That is until you make eye contact with Yechan—who is now marching over looking…angry?
No…jealous.
“Hey Seokjoon, can I borrow Y/N for a moment?” He yells over the loud music.
Seokjoon groans, “Oh come on man I was just getting to the good part, but fine take the pretty girl.”
Yechan pulls you into the hallway, away from the noise, his hand tight around your wrist. His eyes are darker now, and when he leans in, you stop breathing.
“You’ve been driving me insane,” he murmurs, and before you can ask what he means, his mouth is on yours.
Final-fucking-ly.
It’s nothing like you imagined. It’s better.
Hungry, desperate, like he’s been holding back for years and just broke. His hands grip your hips. You melt into it and he groans against your lips, pushing you back against the wall.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he says, kissing down your jaw. “Always looking at me like that… walking around like you’re not mine. And then teasing me by leaning into Seokjoon? I should have done this years ago.”
You’re dizzy with it, your hands in his hair, his mouth on your neck.
And then you see him. Across the room, standing near the kitchen.
Keeho.
His eyes are locked on yours and in his hand is a lowball glass which he slowly, deliberately clenches until it shatters. Glass shards hit the floor and blood beads at his knuckles but he doesn’t look away, he doesn't even flinch.
You freeze. Yechan doesn’t notice because he’s too lost in you, still pressing kisses to your collarbone but you can’t stop looking.
Keeho’s jaw is clenched and his stare is heavy. Something about the way he’s watching you makes your stomach twist; not with fear but with something much worse.
Want.
Yechan meets you at the door with a smile and a zip-up hoodie already in hand. “Knew you’d forget yours,” he teases, pulling you inside like always, like nothing’s changed.
Monthly sleepovers at each other's place is a must between you and Yechan. While you prefer his home due to the size of it and the cool layout of his room, he prefers your apartment which is more domestic and comforting.
He leads you up the stairs, through the sleek, modern space, and into his world. Yechan’s room is the kind of place that makes you pause every time you walk in. Warm, moody lighting glows from low bedside lamps, casting soft halos against matte black walls. Large framed photographs hang with intentional symmetry, some abstract, some eerily cinematic, like stills from a noir film.
The bed dominates the space, it’s low, wide, draped in soft coffee-colored sheets and plush black pillows, the comforter rumpled like it’s always in use. The Michaelangelo plushie sits at the head of the bed, a gift you got him years ago. A thick fur-like rug spreads across the marble floor, sinking beneath your feet with every step. The staircase cuts diagonally through the room, leading to a mezzanine level above where more books, a second bed and bathroom, and personal touches are tucked away. There is a TV mounted on the wall in front of his bed.
Yechan flops onto the bed, patting the spot beside him. “You want snacks, or are you coming here first?”
You toss your bag to the floor and dive on top of him without hesitation, landing with a soft thud across his chest.
He groans dramatically at the full weight of you. “Ugh! Why are you built like a brick shithouse?”
You just grin. “Shut up, you love it.”
He retaliates immediately, hands finding your sides to tickle without mercy, and you shriek, squirming and laughing as you try to wiggle out of his grip.
“Yechan—stop—I swear to god!”
He finally relents, both of you breathless with laughter and you collapse beside him, head falling onto the pillow, still giggling. He turns to face you, smile softening, his hand coming up to gently fix a strand of hair that fell across your face.
“What do you wanna watch?” he asks, voice low now but still playful.
“Dune: Part Two,” you reply immediately.
He snorts. “Pfft. Nerd.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Hoe last time I sat through two back-to-back Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movies, Tokyo Drift and White Chicks with you. You better sit yo ass down and watch some peak science fiction.”
Yechan breaks into a full grin, eyes crinkling. “Fine, fine. Get comfy.”
He grabs the remote and starts queuing up the movie, arm draping casually around your shoulder like muscle memory. You lean into him, cheek resting against the warm plane of his chest. His fingers trail lazily up and down your arm while the opening credits roll, slow and soothing. At some point, he shifts to press a kiss to the top of your head.
The movie plays on, but his attention flickers between the screen and you. At one point, you shift to lie fully against his chest, blanket wrapped around both of you now. His fingers trace little circles along your spine.
And when the movie comes to an end, you rise up and stretch your arms out like a cat. Yechan watches you from where he’s sprawled back against the pillows, one arm tucked under his head.
“You gon’ change or just lounge in jeans all night?” he asks, eyes flicking up to yours. “Not that I mind.”
You roll your eyes, heat rising to your cheeks. “I brought stuff to sleep in.”
“Mm-hmm. Wanna gimme a show?” His lips curve into a teasing grin.
“Timothy, you better get your stanky ass in the shower before I whoop you. Laying on your bed after working out—nasty ass.”
He cackles and grabs his towel, heading to the main bathroom for a shower.
You ignore the way his words make your stomach twist, grabbing your overnight clothes and disappearing into the second bathroom upstairs in the mezzanine.
You pull out the “sleepwear” you packed. Soft dark purple lingerie, sheer in the right places, lacy in the dangerous ones. After the heated kiss you two shared, you and Yechan didn’t shy away from getting closer, so you wanted to push the boundaries of intimacy. And tonight was the night.
Your fingers tremble just slightly as you slip into it, pulling the hoodie back on over the top and zipping it, it lands just above your knees due to Yechan’s love for oversize clothes. You look like you're comfortable, safe, homey.
But under that hoodie, you’re bait.
You go back downstairs, put your jeans and shirt in your backpack and flop onto Yechan’s bed, lazily scrolling on tiktok and waiting for the water to stop running. And when it does, your plan begins.
You wait until you hear the clang of Yechan’s skin care hitting the stand and your hands go to the zipper. One tug, then another. The hoodie is completely unzipped but still hangs on your body. You’re just in the lingerie now, skin bare under the soft room light, your heart pounding harder than it should.
A soft click. You freeze and the door creaks open behind you. You whip around.
Keeho shuts the door softly—too softly. You spin on your heel, instinct kicking in, arms barely moving to cover yourself when you see him. One hand still on the knob, the other slips into his pocket. His gaze drops, slow and shameless, tracing every inch of your body in that sheer purple lace.
“Keeho—” you choke out, voice barely more than a breath.
His lips twitch. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“I—Yechan’s in the shower—he’s gonna be out soon,” you stammer, trying to break the heated tension.
Keeho steps in further, door clicking shut behind him. “Hmm.” His eyes lift to yours, dark and unreadable. “Figured I’d come say goodnight.”
You stare at him, frozen between instinct and indecision. “You can’t just come in here—”
“Why not?” he asks, quiet now. “It’s my brother’s room is it not?”
Your breath catches. You try to back up, but there’s nowhere to go, just the bed behind your knees and him in front of you, every step pulling the air from your lungs.
“I saw the way you kissed him,” Keeho says, stepping closer. “Saw the way you let him touch you like he owned you.”
You swallow hard. “He doesn’t—”
“No?” Keeho smirks, gaze flashing. “Then why do you look at me the same way?”
You gasp and that’s when he grabs you. His hand closes around your waist, pulling you against him. Your body reacts before your mind can, lips parting, heat blooming between your thighs.
“Keeho, stop, what are you doing—?”
His mouth finds your neck, hot, fast and hungry. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re his,” he murmurs against your skin. “Not when you want me too.”
You push at his chest, half-heartedly. “Yechan—he’ll—”
“Let him watch,” Keeho growls, backing you toward the bed. “Maybe then he’ll understand you’re not his alone.”
He sits on the edge and tugs you between his legs, hands sliding up your thighs. His fingers graze the hem of your lace panties, curling around your hips as he kisses down your stomach.
“You’re shaking,” he mutters, lips brushing the waistband. “That for me?”
You’re about to say something — anything — until a presence looms behind you, hot and heavy.
It’s Yechan. Towel slung low on his hips, his body still damp from the shower, jaw tight, eyes locked on yours. He doesn’t look surprised, he doesn't even look angry.
Yechan pulls you away from Keeho and turns you around to face him.
“I don’t,” he says softly. “Not if she wants both of us.”
“I—” you stammer.
Yechan closes the distance and brushes his fingers along your jaw. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him?”
Keeho’s hands slide over your hips again from behind. “Why have one,” he murmurs, voice dark, possessive, “when you can have two?”
You’re trembling between them now about to say something but Yechan kisses you and Keeho takes your shoulder, biting softly down your neck. The hoodie hits the floor completely. You try to cover yourself under the heat of their eyes but Keeho stops you.
He circles you and Yechan takes his place behind you.
“Don’t be shy now,” Keeho murmurs, eyes flicking down to the lacy set barely covering you. “You wore this for him, huh?” He glances at Yechan over your shoulder. “You didn’t tell me she was this eager.”
Yechan’s hands curl around your waist. His voice is calm, but there’s something hungry in it. “I was gonna take my time with her… but I think she wants to be ruined tonight.”
Keeho lets out a low chuckle, the sound rolling through you like smoke. “She definitely does.”
You shake your head, breathless. “I wasn’t expecting… I don’t—”
“You don’t what?” Keeho leans closer, brushing his lips against yours without touching. “Want us?”
Yechan's lips press to your shoulder, slow and warm. “You can say no. We’ll stop.”
But you don’t say no.
You can’t.
Because your body’s already betraying you — heat flooding your core, thighs pressing together.
Keeho steps in again, pulling your head towards him, mouth crashing onto yours this time. It’s all tongue and teeth, bruising and possessive. His hand cups your jaw, angling you just the way he wants. Yechan's mouth is on your neck now, leaving soft open-mouthed kisses as his hands trail down to your thighs. You’re shaking, overwhelmed, breathless and most importantly drenched.
“Shit,” Yechan whispers, slipping a hand beneath your panties. “You’re soaked already?”
Keeho chuckles. “Such a slut for us. And we haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
You whimper, head tilting back against Yechan’s shoulder. “Please…”
“Oh?” Keeho grins darkly. “Please what?”
You whine, words tangled in your throat.
Yechan bites gently at your earlobe. “Don’t play dumb, baby. You wore that little set for me, but you wanted him to see it too, didn’t you?”
Your silence is the answer.
Keeho drops to his knees in front of you, dragging your panties down in one fluid motion. His mouth is on you, tongue lapping up your arousal, taking in every drop. He groans like he’s starved for it, eating you out like you’re his favorite thing in the world. You cry out, hips jerking backwards, but Yechan’s arms wrap around you from behind, holding you still.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he breathes. “Not until you cum all over his face.”
Keeho smirks up at you, licking a stripe through your folds, sharp nose brushing your clit. “Come on, princess. Let go for me.”
It doesn’t take long. Your legs are shaking, hands grasping at Yechan’s arms, head thrown back into his shoulder as your orgasm crashes through you like a wave.
But they don’t stop.
Keeho groans against you, tongue flicking faster now, and Yechan’s hand slides up your body to cup your breast through the lacey material.
Yechan just smirks from behind you, keeping you pinned against his chest, his towel dropped and you can feel his length pressing into your back. He’s letting Keeho go first this time, watching, waiting, palming himself slowly.
“She’s sensitive,” Yechan murmurs.
Keeho glances up from between your thighs, his mouth slick. “Good.” He thrusts two fingers inside you without warning and you cry out, body arching.
Yechan chuckles against your skin. “She looks so fucked out already… look at her.”
But his hands don’t stop moving, his fingers dipping between your legs, spreading you out to see how his brother is ruining you—his best friend.
Keeho watches too, licking his lips. “Fuckk look at that.”
Yechan unhooks your bra from behind and throws it to some random corner of his room, before teasing your sensitive nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. “You like being used by us, don’t you, baby?”
You nod because it’s true, and you can’t hide it anymore.
“She can’t even talk,” Keeho says, grinning. “Oh, you don’t wanna work for it, huh?” His fingers curl just right and your back arches off Yechan’s chest. “You’re a lil pillow princess, aren’t you?”
Yechan grabs your chin, forcing your dazed gaze to meet his. “What do you say, Keeho? Should we give our princess what she needs?”
He pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean with a groan. “She’s not getting a choice after teasing us with her little stunt.”
Keeho flips you over before you can protest; face down, ass up, barely breathing between gasps. You feel his hand on your back, holding you in place.
“You’re gonna take both of us tonight,” Keeho murmurs. “You’re gonna beg for it.”
Yechan is kneeling in front of you on the massive bed, he brushes your hair back gently, voice soft but commanding nonetheless. “Look at me. He’s right, Y/N. Beg.”
You meet his eyes, glassy and wrecked. “Please, Yechan… Keeho… fuck me. I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, just—please—”
Keeho slams into you in one hard stroke, the stretch makes your eyes roll back in ecstasy, he’s so fucking thick and he’s in you so deep.
“Feel that?” he growls into your ear. “That’s what you do to me. All this time I’ve wanted to wreck this sweet pussy.”
Yechan strokes himself in front of your face. “You gonna suck me off like a good girl while my brother fucks you?”
Your eyes flutter and you nod.
“Words,” Yechan says, thumb brushing your lower lip.
“Yes. Please.”
He smiles. “There’s my pretty thing.”
You open your mouth for him, and Yechan groans when you wrap your lips around his tip. Keeho thrusts deep at the same time, and the mix of fullness and heat is almost too much.
Yechan slides in, groaning when you gag around him. His hands cradle your face as he rocks into your throat, slow but firm. “Good girl… just like that… fuck, who knew my timid little friend could do this.”
“You like this, baby?” Keeho snarls. “Like being passed between brothers like a perfect little toy?”
You whimper around Yechan’s cock.
“Let her answer,” he says. “She needs to say it.”
He pulls out from your mouth. “I love it,” you gasp. “I love it—I want both of you—don’t stop—please don’t stop—”
Keeho grips your hips tighter, snapping into you harder, faster, the sound of skin on skin obscene in the room. You’re shaking again, tears streaming down your cheeks from how full and how overwhelmed you are.
And they love it.
Keeho groans behind you and reaches down, circling your clit. “That’s it. That’s our girl.”
“Cum for us, baby,” Yechan says, stroking your cheek.
And you do. Harder than before. Loud, sobbing, body convulsing between them as waves of pleasure rip through you. Keeho follows with a growl, spilling inside you with a brutal thrust. Yechan doesn’t even wait — he grabs your face, shoves his cock back between your lips, and finishes in your mouth with a broken moan, his release coating your tongue.
Yechan pulls out from your mouth, panting, eyes dark. “Switch.”
Keeho smirks. “She can barely move.”
“I was nice enough to let her have you first, she's my best friend Keeho, remember that.”
Your eyes flutter open. You nod, barely conscious, but completely needy. “Yechan please, I need you, I've been needing you.”
Yechan doesn't waste a second and moves Keeho away from between your legs and flips you over so that you're face-to-face with him.
“I wanna see my pretty girl’s face when fuck her.” He says, while pushing your knees up to your chest. He looks at your fucked out pussy and nearly busts at the sight of yours and his brothers cum seeping out.
Keeho kneels next to you, already hard, already leaking. “God, just fuck her already, she’s writhing for you.”
Yechan laughs and presses a thumb against your clit and you arch, fists clenching into his sheets. “She’s been writing for me for years, what's just a couple minutes more.”
“Yoon Timothy Yechan, I swear on all the damn gods out there if you dont fuck me right now I will strangle you with the Michaelangelo plushie behind me.”
Yechan laughs before grabbing your outer thighs, lining himself up. And then he’s pushing into you and your body arches like it’s been starved for him. He doesn’t rush it, he doesn't thrust hard. He sinks into you, like he wants you to feel every inch, memorize every second.
“You feel that?” he whispers. “That’s me. Only me.”
You nod frantically. “Yechan—fuck—”
He starts to move, hips rolling into you with love, every stroke slow and deep and devastating. His hand finds yours and threads your fingers together, pressing them into the mattress beside your head.
“You’re everything to me,” he breathes. “Always have been. Ever since we were kids.”
Your eyes flutter open, wide and watery. “Me too. Yechan, I—”
He kisses you before you can say it. Mouth hot, a little desperate, he’s trying to pour everything into you in one breath. His thrusts get rougher then, less patient.
Keeho is still watching silently. Eyes locked on where your bodies are joined. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t interrupt, he just strokes himself with slow, lazy precision, he’s content watching you unravel.
Yechan grips your thigh, pushing it up so he can get even deeper. “Fuck, baby. You take me so well.”
You nod, sobbing out moans. “Yes, Yechan please, dont fucking stop~”
“You want to cum?”
“Please!”
“Then cum. Let Keeho see how pretty you are when you break for me.”
The moment his thumb brushes your clit, you shatter.
Your body convulses beneath him, back arching off the bed as your climax bursts through you with enough force to leave you crying. Your fingers claw at the sheets, his shoulders, his back, your lips trembling as you whimper his name over and over again.
Yechan groans, losing rhythm. “Fuckk you’re milking me baby.”
He slams into you one last time and buries himself deep, spilling inside you with a broken moan, his name on your lips and love in every gasp. When he finally stills, his forehead drops to your shoulder. You lie there, both of you panting, trembling in each other’s arms.
Keeho exhales a quiet, “Shit,” from next to you. His hand is covered in his seed, the sight of you being fucked by his brother was enough to get him off, and you looked so pretty doing it too.
Yechan pulls out slowly, and you whimper from the oversensitivity. He immediately presses a kiss to your hip, to your stomach, to your chest, soothing you.
You don’t even know how long you lie there afterward. Your body is trembling, glowing, spent. Your skin still sings from every kiss, every bite, every place their hands held you down, held you close.
Yechan’s bed is a mess; tangled sheets, kicked pillows. One of your thighs is still twitching involuntarily as your breathing finally begins to steady. You're lying between them, chest rising and falling, your cheek pressed against the lean stretch of Yechan’s shoulder, one hand tangled loosely with his under the covers.
Keeho’s fingers are softly combing through your hair from behind, slow and rhythmic, as if he's lulling you back to earth. His touch is nothing like how he was just moments ago. Now, he’s quiet, gentle, and focused on you.
“You okay?” he asks, voice low.
You nod, looking back at him. He offers a soft smile. “Good.”
Yechan shifts beside you, pulling the blanket up higher over your bare chest. He presses a kiss to your temple, his hand resting protectively on your waist. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he murmurs, it’s the easiest truth he’s ever said.
You hum, flushed and wordless, still floating in the afterglow.
Keeho lets out a breath of a laugh, brushing a knuckle along your cheek. "I think we broke her.”
Yechan chuckles. “You’re one to talk, you broke before she did. You were already losing your mind watching her in my hoodie before we even touched her.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t take her right then,” Keeho mutters, but he’s smiling, tender despite the bite in his words. He leans in and kisses your shoulder gently, letting his lips linger. “Did so good for us, baby.”
Your body curls instinctively into the praise. Yechan reaches for the water bottle on the nightstand and offers it to you, helping you sit up just enough to drink. You blink at him, grateful, and he tucks a damp curl of hair behind your ear.
“We’ll clean you up in a minute,” he says. “Just rest for now.”
Keeho leans against the headboard, one arm draped lazily around your shoulders, and pulls you gently against his broad chest this time. His fingers find your waist, rubbing slow circles trying to memorize you in this softness.
“You’re ours now,” he says casually, like it’s a foregone conclusion. Like it’s always been this way.
You glance between the two of them. Yechan smiled like he’s known it forever. Keeho watches you with that hungry softness.
And maybe it’s the exhaustion, or the heat, or the comfort of their arms around you, but you don’t feel torn anymore.
You don’t have to figure out which one you like because they both claimed you.
And come on seriously, why have one when you can have two?
𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: uhh yeah....my smut era goes crazy
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yechan's insta post? he's wearing a damn cowboy hat..... *texan author is currently screeching*
bro 82Major was 20min away from me on the 12th for the houston stop, i was crashing out cuz i couldn't go
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)
let me know if i missed tags!
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.
warnings: soft nsfw, marking, kissing(duh), mentions of sex, saliva(also kinda duh), not proofread
requests: open
making out with yechan would be like play fighting. tossing each other, fighting for dominance and trying to stay on top.
it would start out as light pecks, maybe sitting next to each other, until he pushes a bit harder. leaning you back and running his hands along your body. he would secede, though, soon after if you gave him any push back.
he loves the way your hands feel. grabbing on his arms, in his hair, on his chest, around his neck. that one especially, he’d feel a moan catch in his throat with your hands giving him a small squeeze. completely melting into a pile of love and lust.
“please squeeze harder” he says.
“you want me to squeeze harder?” your hand falters around his neck. he picks up his own from where it was fixed on your hip to catch your wrist and hold it in place. looking at you with soft, pleading eyes until your grip tightens and his eyes flutter shut with his mouth open.
i think making out with yechan could get a bit messy. he doesn’t really concern himself with staying “presentable” when you are all that surrounds him. if his mouth isn’t on yours it’s being put to use somewhere else. whether it be on your face, neck, shoulders, or somewhere further south. you’d end up covered in his spit and he LOVES it. he’d sheepishly apologize for leaving marks on your skin then dive back in to add more.
lastly, making out with yechan often leads to sex. i dont make the rules i just write them. and you can tell if he’s feeling it by the look he gives you. it wouldn’t be a strong look, just his eyes glazed over and impatient. plus he’s into pleading.
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Hi, can you write 82major Yechan as a boyfriend? It can be nsfw or sfw.
≡ AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !! YOON YECHAN
(when you are in a relationship with him ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 930 words : fluff + suggestive (mdni!) : thanks for the request i hope you like this, i did a bit of both!! please share your thoughts, feedback is always appreciated!
physical touch + eye contact
yechan isn’t clingy, not in the direct sense of the word, he just prefers proximity rather than unnecessary distance. whether you’re alone together or out in a crowded place, he always pays close attention to you. on early mornings when he wakes up and you’re not by his side, he forces himself up to meet you in the kitchen making yourself breakfast. even half asleep he finds his way to you wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder while you try to continue your cooking. he doesn’t bother you for too long, after a raspy “good morning” and a peck on the cheek, he makes his way back to your bedroom to catch up on the lost sleep.
whenever you’re with him, you suddenly let your guard down and stop being aware of your surroundings. thankfully he has eyes where you don’t and manages to save you from your clumsiness. he can’t help but smile when you look up at him to apologize for the mess you made only to shy away from his gaze.
extremely good listener
being around yechan makes you feel talkative because of how talkative he is, whether you’re introverted or extroverted you end up talking more than you’re used to. he happens to be a very active listener so you can tell he’s listening but a lot of the time you’re not sure if he’s actually paying attention to what you’re saying.
“i’m convinced i could out sing mariah carey.” you once told him as you stood together by the bus stop.
he was right in front of you, wrapping your scarf perfectly around your neck, he glanced at your eyes for a second before speaking.
“for sure!” you couldn’t help but but roll your eyes at the sarcasm in his tone. his lips curved up into a soft smile as he watched you pout till the bus arrived.
while there were times like that, you would also sometimes be surprised by the things he’d remember from your occasional blabbering sessions. he’d make sure to remind you of the most absurd things you’d said, just to watch your confusion and denial.
prankster
one thing about being with yechan is you have fun, even when the jokes are at your expense— which they usually are. it’s probably one of his favorite things to do, teasing you whenever he gets the chance. he’ll pull lighthearted pranks on you, just to end up being the one to comfort you after.
he’d be the type to take you to an amusement park, make you go on the haunted house ride, only to end up joining the actors in scaring you. he’ll use that experience to make fun of you for the next couple weeks till he comes up with something new. if you ever get grumpy because of one of his jokes, he’ll give you a soft kiss promising to not do that one again.
soft touch
since he’s very into physical touch, his hands wander a lot around your body whether it’s subconsciously or knowingly. he likes touching you in a very light, delicate manner on sensitive parts of your body, just letting his fingers trail across your skin. depending on where he touches you, he likes the different reactions he gets.
mostly when your cuddling in bed, he traces circles on your belly lightly with his fingers, listening to your light giggles. from your belly, he either goes up to your chest or downwards between your legs, but either way your laughing turns into panting.
likes taking you by surprise
you never really know what to expect with yechan, things can go very quickly from zero to a hundred when you are with him. you don’t dislike the thrill of it all but you sometimes wish you could know in advance what he was planning.
especially when you’re outside together, he likes teasing you with words he knows you’d like to hear, watching your face turn red as you stare at him wide eyed.
“you look so cute when you’re embarrassed, i just want to tease you more.” he’ll whisper into your ear. the slight frown on your face only makes him smile because he can see the hint of excitement in your eyes.
he’ll bring your attention back up to his face with a soft spoken “y/n”, and as soon as your eyes meet you feel his hand on your cheek. his eyes fixed on your lips as he leans forward, pressing your lips together, kissing you restlessly ignoring the public aspect of it. he’ll kiss you like that till you get lost in it, your cold breath pacing as he pulls away, just enough to get you work up.
rough after hours
despite being an overall gentle person with you, he tends to loose that aspect of himself when you get intimate. he gets very rough when it comes to the act, not in a violent way, he just makes a mess out of you. you end up with your head spinning by the end of it, your legs completely numb and possibly pass out from the pleasure.
he’ll use you like a toy, but still make sure you get your pleasure out of it as well. his favorite part is watching your face as you get more and more needy, listening to your screaming and begging, when he teases you sensitive spots.
once he’s done with you, he takes care of you from cleaning up to getting you tucked in bed, giving you soft kisses all the way through.
