Let’s (Not) Just Be Friends (Lay x Reader)
Dia duit, my darlings! Long time no see! Ugh, you guys are killing me with all these Lay requests. It’s like you’re trying to see me die of thirst lol But anywho, this is a simple story about being in a very comfortable friendship with Lay (skinship being a MUST), and how you struggle to hide your true feelings for the beautiful boy. Don’t worry, I’ve rewarded you lovelies with some much needed smuttiness~ Enjoy!
"Your turn to pick, Yixing."
You stretched out your leg, throwing it haphazardly over your friend's, fidgeting until you were comfortable. Your head rested above the slow beating heart of the one most precious to you in this world.
Yixing pouted, caressing your smooth hair lazily as his eyes flickered over to the television, "You never like what I pick though, ____." His dark eyes scanned the titles diligently, his hand never stopping on your head.
You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his favorite cologne, "Mm. How do you know that?"
Yixing puzzled over it a moment, before exclaiming, "Because you always fall asleep halfway through the movie!"
You traced circles on his chest, blushing because what your friend said was completely true. Yixing usually picked movies that matched his 'acquired tastes'; or so he said. You mumbled into his shirt, "I promise I won't fall asleep this time," you sat up and brushed a hand down his jaw, a teasing smile on your face, "If I fall asleep before the end of the movie, I'll clean your pit of a room. Closet and even under your bed."
He bit his lip as he smiled, "Deal," he situated you so that he was spooning your smaller form on the couch, "But I don't think you'll be even close to falling asleep for this one."
You rolled your eyes, settling into the curve of his body, "Whatever you say, Yixing."
His arm draped over your hip as soon as the movie began, his hand finding yours as he played with your fingers and tickled your palm playfully, a soothing activity you two frequently did. You snuggled back into his chest, relishing the feeling of his fingers over your skin completely.
Of course, just like one of those crazy dramas, you happened to be in love with your best friend. Who was so kind, so gentle, warm, and the light of your life. Yixing talked to you when no one would, was there for you when no one else wanted to listen. When you woke up, he was the first thing you saw; and when you went to bed he was the last.
You were possibly the most unlikely of friends, immediately attracted to one another at the beginning of your first year of university. Always being mistaken for a couple, the two of you shared in copious amounts skin ship, the one thing the two of you found more comforting than anything else. It wasn't your average hand holding or snuggling though. The two of you would frequently sleep in the same bed and kiss each other's cheeks affectionately even in public. When it came to one another, neither of you had any shame about those kind of public displays of affection.
One time a few months back, Yixing had his first panic attack after accidentally running over a cat that bolted out into the street. He was distraught when he called you over the phone, his voice trembling with tears. (You loved that he had such a soft heart.) You came as fast as the city traffic allowed and the moment your hand touched Yixing's he visibly calmed down, his sobbing quieting to gentle sniffles. That night, you'd treated him to his favorite comfort food and desserts, cheering him up. You weren't good at many things, but you were a first class comforter when it came to Yixing; you'd do anything for him because you loved him so much.
You remembered that love and sneaked a look at his face, admiring his handsome features and adorable expression. His lips were parted slightly, eyes practically twinkling as he was absorbed into the movie. You loved how innocent his perspective of the world was, always finding the good in people and just about any situation as well. He truly was your little ray of sunshine.
"Yixing?," you whispered, taking his hand gently in your own.
"Hm?"
"Thank you for being my best friend," you voiced softly. He kissed the back of your head, squeezing your hand, "Anything for you."
You nodded, though your heart squeezed painfully, suddenly feeling awash with emotions. To him, you knew all these kisses, hugs, and touches were simply platonic. But you loved him more than anything in this world. Enough, you realized, that even if he didn't love you back, you'd be perfectly content loving him from a distance; protecting him. You really were the prime example of tragic, unrequited love.
The movie you were watching was apparently quite foreign, an unknown language coming out of the television. You let your eyes flicker through the subtitles, quickly becoming annoyed with having to multitask. You were about to make a comment to Yixing that this movie was too taxing, when suddenly a loud moan was heard from the movie, making you start as you realized you hadn't been paying attention at all. You'd been so absorbed in trying to keep up with the subtitles, you'd completely missed the fact this movie was a foreign erotica.
You blushed watching as the quite shockingly nude actor and actress shared a passionate kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, raking fingers through one another's hair. You looked up at Yixing, flabbergasted. His eyes never left the lithe bodies that entwined in the movie, his tongue pushed out to lick his own lips. You gulped, your morbid curiosity overpowering your better senses as you too were mesmerized by the intimate act unfolding before you.
You doubted this was even a movie they showed in theaters because of the explicit nature, it was practically porn. Every shot included some genitalia, cleavage, or someone's ass. You started to feel hot when the actor was shown entering the actresses dripping center, her moans sending a shiver up your spine and shooting down in between your legs. It was beginning to get extremely hard to concentrate on the movie without being aware that Yixing's body was flush against your's.
Something else was beginning to get hard as well and you wanted to faint right then.
Yixing wasn't even noticing the fact that his semi-erect member was pressing very firmly against you, only two layers separating you from him. Your legs began to tremble as you grew aware of Yixing's hand softly caressing your hip, a familiar heat creeping in the pit of your stomach. The two actors on screen were still passionately going at it, and you could hardly take it anymore; you were having a sensory overload. You were totally turned on from the sex scene and the fact that Yixing was unknowingly aroused as well. You needed to take care of yourself. Fast.
You carefully extricated yourself from Yixing's arms, causing him to look up at you in surprise. He asked innocently, "Where you going?"
You lied smoothly, "Bathroom."
"Oh okay," he smiled sweetly. "I'll pause the movie for you. But hurry back!"
You gave a strained smile reply, exiting the living room quickly and heading down the hallway, passing by the bathroom. You entered the blissfully quiet sanctuary of your room, immediately heading straight to your bed. You stretched out on your bed, sighing as you slipped your pajama shorts down, your heart beating wildly. You were surprised by how wet you were as you dipped a finger gently into your folds, relishing the silky pleasure that coursed through your body. You rubbed your clit quickly, remembering that if you took too long, Yixing would probably get suspicious and come looking for you.
Yixing.
You squeezed your eyes shut, picturing it was your best friend's hand that was frantically rubbing your soaked heat. A small gasp escaped your lips as you remembered the feeling of his own arousal pressing against your-
Stop it.
You immediately withdrew your hand from your privates, feeling ashamed of your explicit thoughts. He was your best friend for Christ's sake, it wouldn't do developing a sexual appetite for someone you knew you'd never have. You pulled your shorts back on and sat on the edge of your bed, suddenly feeling drained. You rubbed the sudden fatigue from your eyes as you stood up, making your way back to the source of all your frustrations.
When you entered the living room, his face visibly brightened, a warm smile gracing his lips, "I was just wondering what was taking so long." He beckoned you back into his arms, tugging at the hem of your shirt like a child.
You gave a tight lipped smile in return, answering stiffly as you sat down away from him at his feet, "I'm fine. Just a little sick feeling." You could still feel the wetness of arousal on your shorts and it made you blush in embarrassment.
He looked surprised and slightly hurt at your physical and emotional distance from him, "You sure you're alright, ____?"
"I said I'm fine, Yixing," you replied, your voice cracking on his name.
He remained silent, continuing to watch the movie, but looking extremely disinterested in it now. You were the same, watching with an empty heart as the two actors continued to make love, professing their undying love for each other as they reached their climax simultaneously.
As soon as the movie finished you stood up, said a quick goodnight to Yixing, and shuffled back to your room to wallow in your self misery. You snuggled into your blankets, wishing nothing more than to erase this night from your memory. You felt tears spring to your eyes as your shame and sadness rolled over you in waves, remembering how 'content' you'd seemed earlier when you thought of how just seeing Yixing happy was enough. How wrong you'd been. You desired him and selfishly needed him to be yours and only yours alone. How were you supposed to touch him, or let him touch you anymore without feeling ashamed of the feelings, both sexual and emotional, that you harbored for him? You fell asleep with some difficulty, the weight of your thoughts smothering.
The rest of the week, was torture. Yixing easily noticed your obvious distress and sought to comfort you whenever he could. The only problem being the fact that even the simplest of touches reminded you of the night you'd touched yourself to the thought of him. He was relentless, always making sure you felt him in some way. Whether it was hand holding, playing with your hair, or resting a hand on your thigh, you couldn't it when your mind would wander to darker thoughts. Like when he would hug you from behind as you waited in line for lunch, his arms holding you to his chest; he would hum contently, sending pleasing vibrations down your back. It would have been innocent enough had your attention not been focused on the fiasco from the other night. You could still practically feel his arousal pressing against your lower back...
It was movie night again, but you had different plans for yourself that day. Much to your chagrin, you lied to Yixing again, saying that you felt unwell and your stomach was hurting. You saw the way his lips flattened and knew he was having a hard time believing you, but he relented eventually, going to watch a movie on his own. You were going to stay away from him for now and give yourself a breather from the intense physical contact this week.
You flopped down on your bed with a groan, closing your eyes as the silence pressed comfortingly against you. But soon enough, your thoughts began to wander again.
You tried. You really did.
You ended up in the same position as the other night, your hand rubbing frantically against your clit as you sought release, his name on your tongue as you chanted it like a mantra. Thoughts of Yixing flooded your head: him teasingly caressing your wet heat, his fingers sliding easily in and out, him moaning softly as he whispered dirty things to you, his panting and groaning as you stroked his hard member, your name bursting from his lips as he climaxed in your hand, his ministrations to your clit becoming more intense as your orgasm approached!...
"______?...," a familiar voice spluttered.
You immediately ceased your actions, freezing as you saw your best friend gaping from your door way, his face completely shocked. He'd obviously heard you say his name while you were masturbating. You felt tears prick at your eyes, embarrassment slamming into you as you watched his dark eyes rake over the scene before him, "Yixing! I didn't know. I'm so sorry. Please."
As you were profusely spouting complete gibberish, you failed to notice how Yixing was beginning to become aroused, his gaze soaking in your naked lower half. He was turned on by the fact that he was the reason you'd been touching yourself in such a way. He licked his lips and approached you, even though you were still apologizing, your voice grew softer as he moved onto the bed with you. Your eyes glazed over as they met his, your body relaxing immediately as he cupped your cheek gently. No words were needed to be spoken to know that you both wanted the same thing.
He closed the distance between you, brushing your lips tenderly with his own. The moment you'd only dreamed about was coming true; he was kissing you, touching you, differently than before. His hand rested on your thigh, tracing patterns into your skin and squeezing once you laced your fingers through his soft hair, tugging at the tips insistently. You wanted him to kiss you into oblivion, you wanted him to take you.
He answered your aggression by pushing you roughly onto your back, his body molding to perfectly fit your's. He moved away from your mouth and instead chose to drag his lips over your jaw and neck, occasionally pressing a wet kiss to your skin. You moaned softly, lifting a leg and using it to bring him even closer, the friction of his jeans on your naked heat was pure bliss. He groaned as you began to rub yourself wantonly against his leg, his hands finding the edge of your shirt and pulling it up to reveal your chest. He made short work of your bra, helping you arch up into him with one hand, and skillfully undoing the clasp of your bra with another. Your breasts sprung free, nipples becoming erect as his fingers brushed over them.
As much as you enjoyed the attention he was giving you, he had far too many articles of clothing on for your liking. You tugged at his shirt insistently, blushing when you heard his familiar lighthearted chuckle. But nevertheless, he tore his shirt off, revealing his toned abs and sculpted chest. Yixing wasn't overly muscular, but rather lean and toned, which you've always secretly liked about his body. You tentatively touched him, your fingers grazing down and up his whole chest. He sighed in delight, relishing the attention you were giving him as you pressed kisses tentatively to his skin.
As you occupied his chest, he began to unbuckle his belt and slip his pants off, throwing them off your bed without caring where they landed. You drew away from him when you realized he was just as naked as you now, and you couldn't help but stare. You'd never been with someone as beautiful as Yixing was, so a blush seeped into your cheeks as you took in his body. As he continued his advances on you, you couldn't help but feel inadequate. He had always been considered one of the more good looking guys at school, and you'd just always been you. Average and okay at best.
"Yixing," you worried a lip between your teeth, drawing up the sheets to cover your womanhood as you suddenly lost all your confidence.
He noticed your discomfort and immediately cupped your face, "Hey. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever had the pleasure of loving and being my friend, inside and out. And I know, I can tell you that a million times and you won't be convinced. So let me show you how much you mean to me." You looked up at him in surprise, only to find him looking surprised with himself too. He recoiled slightly, only to hold onto you more surely than before as he whispered, "This is okay, right?"
It felt as though you were walking on air as you softly breathed back, "Yes."
He drew you into his arms, the warmth of his skin kissing against your own. The feeling of him surrounding you was all you'd ever wanted and it felt better to know he wanted it too. Yixing laid you down softly on the bed, hovering over your want filled body, his hands on his erect dick as he began to pump it over you, warming it up and moaning your name. Your heart raced as you watched his face contort in pleasure, heat filling the pit of your stomach at the sight of his arousal. You had a feeling you could watch him for hours, but inside you knew what you wanted and you needed it now. You reached up and grasped his shoulders urgently, a whine filling your voice, "Yixing please I can't take much more."
He seemed to snap out of it, redness coloring his cheeks as he cleared his throat, "Right. Sorry."
He positioned his member at your entrance, but not before teasing your folds with the tip, eliciting a gasp from you at the strange feeling of something other than your own hands touching your core. He pushed into you gently, allowing your walls to accommodate his girth at their pace. You didn't mind at all because Yixing truly was gifted down below and it felt more intimate to really feel him, plus he stretched you pretty damn far. He groaned as he was completely sheathed within you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You were still slightly uncomfortable, but it was bearable enough as he began to press kisses to your neck, his panting making you shiver as he battled with his own self control. If it wasn't the hottest thing you'd ever seen or heard, you'd be kidding yourself.
You felt guilty for not being able to take him in and immediately start going wild. It looked like pure torture from your perspective, so you sucked it up and began to move your hips against him, urging him to start as well. Yixing looked so relieved when you began to buck up into him, his own hips fluidly snapping into you. He set the perfect pace, allowing you some control over what you wanted. You moaned as he dipped further into you than before, brushing something unknown inside of you that sent pleasure coursing through your body.
"Right there Yixing," you groaned into his ear. He trembled with pleasure as you reached up and raked your finger nails down his back, tracing his spine along the way. By the way his breath was becoming choppier and his voice higher, you could tell his end was approaching.
Ever the gentleman, he reached down and began to rub your clit, increasing his speed as well. You felt a sensory overload as soon as he did, a thousand different feelings racing through your nerves as he pressed at the sensitive bundle earnestly. You suddenly yelled, coming all over his member as your walls clenched down on him. He gave a few more wildly thrusts before driving deep into you one last time, his seed spilling into you as he gasped your name over and over. He began to slowly pump the two of you through your orgasm, wanting to draw out the feeling as long as possible for you. You sighed contentedly, winding down from your high as you ran your fingers through Yixing's hair.
He looked down at you, almost astonished with himself for what he'd just done. He just fucked his best friend, it was all over now. Flustered, he pulled out as gently as possible before sitting on the edge of the bed.
Confused, you moved over to him, resting your chin on his shoulder, "Yixing?" He flinched but took your hand in his own, "I've ruined everything."
You furrowed your brow, "What do you mean? I've never been happier."
He turned to you, his face full of wonder, "You're serious?"
"Of course I'm serious," you leaned over and kissed his cheek, mumbling quietly, "I have something to confess anyway."
He leaned into you, pressing your foreheads together, "I do too," he gulped, "_____, I've always have had a hard time just calling you my best friend. I've wanted to confess to you since we became friends, but then we grew so close, I didn't want to ruin what we had."
Your eyes widened, kissing him happily, "I've been wanting to admit I loved you the day we met." You laughed against his lips, "We're such idiots."
He laughed and pulled you into his chest, "Agreed. But I'm the luckiest fool of all."
You chuckled, already knowing what he was going to say, "Why?"
"Because I get to be with you," he murmured into your hair.
"You took the words straight out of my mouth," you whispered as you really embraced him for the first time as someone different. Someone you could love without feeling ashamed. Nothing was unrequited anymore and you couldn't be happier.
