Synopsis: You asked one of your online friends to play Valorant with you, but he had other plans first.
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x F!reader
Warnings: discord & valorant (yes these both need a warning), e-sex kind of, masturbation, lots of dirty talk, pet names, cum, yunho is down bad, not proofread
a/n: I was in a ‘try not to write a self-indulgent subby yunho fanfic’ challenge and i failed; this is the product. Gotta get some longer fics out for yall with more fluff/plot so I'm working on not being a pervert all of the time, sigh. Maybe I should make a pt 2 where they meet.
It was a normal Saturday night for you: ordering takeout, bingeing one of the shows that you've had on your watchlist for the longest, and playing whatever pc game piqued your interest at the moment. Lately, it's been Valorant. The game has been somewhat counterintuitive to your efforts on having a relaxing time during the weekend, but the people you played with made it worth almost rage quitting every session.
You turned on your pc and went directly to discord. You'd joined a server where you met some people that you played with often. Scrolling through the users who were online, your eyes landed on the profile that you wanted to see the most. Your other friends weren't online, so it'd just be you and him.
Clicking on his profile, you opened your direct messages with him instead of tagging him in the main server. You weren't sure how this night would go.
8mkz1tm: yun!!!
abura._sova: wow thats crazy i was just abt to text you too, wsp?
8mkz1tm: val?
8mkz1tm: i need to do my placement matches tn
abura._sova: yah, but i need some help first :(
8mkz1tm: i cant believe u
8mkz1tm: are you hard right now?
You felt anticipation building up inside of you. The irritated tone you had in the message was the complete opposite of what you were feeling right now; that was just your way of toying with Yunho.
Despite the impossible barrier of the computer screen, you always had sexual tension with Yunho, and with that came helping each other release that tension. That's how this arrangement initially started. Nothing was ever made official though; no one quite ready to address the nature of this relationship.
Your train of thought gets interrupted by the notification pinging on your computer, a new message popped up.
abura._sova: yess
abura._sova: i want to hear your voice so bad plspls
8mkz1tm: haha so greedy
8mkz1tm: be ready in 5
abura._sova: yes maam
You were prompt, calling exactly five minutes later. You spent that time fixing up your appearance a little and making sure your room didn't look like an absolute mess in the background. Yunho didn't care about any of that, but you still wanted to put in a little effort. The ring only lasted about half a second before the pixels rearranged to show his face in the webcam. You expanded his window so that he was taking up the entire screen.
His room was dark, the only illumination coming from his computer screen, which tinted his face a cool blue. He was wearing a loose black t-shirt and what looked to be green and blue plaid pyjama pants, his hair lightly tousled. It was cute, he was cute. You felt an unfamiliar flutter in your heart just by the sight of him; what's up with you tonight? After a few seconds of waiting, Yunho pouted.
“You're not gonna turn on your cam?”
Oh shit, you forgot. Thankfully you didn't have it on earlier though, because Yunho would've seen you ogling at him.
“I thought that I taught you how to be patient, do you need another lesson?”
Yunho's eyes widened slightly, your scolding made him anxious and excited simultaneously. “N-no, I don't”
You giggled lightly and moved your mouse to click the camera icon. When the icon turned green, your webcam flashed a light for a second and then you face appeared on screen, it took up a small portion of your screen in the corner, but you're sure Yunho had your face on full display just like you had his.
His eyes were glowing, or maybe it was just the blue light. Regardless, he looked entirely too happy to see your face on the screen. A boyish smile creeped onto his face when he spoke.
“There she goes, you're so beautiful.”
You couldn't help the burn that spread throughout your face at his compliment, he really knew how to take you out of the persona you tried to keep up with him; especially when you were in situations like this. Trying to keep yourself composed, you replied to him in what you hoped was a nonchalant tone. “Mhm, you like being good for pretty girls like me?”
“Yes, but just for you, only you.”
The composure you promised to keep mere seconds ago was already gone. You weren't the best at drawing things out; your patience was always paper thin when it came to Yunho. “Good boy, touch yourself baby.”
He started to palm himself through his pants, releasing a sigh of relief like he was waiting for this moment all day. He started out slow, teasing, exactly how you taught him to. This was your favorite thing about Yunho, he was hundreds of miles away and had the free will to do anything he pleased with no real repercussions, and yet he clung to your every word. So easy.
“Wish you were here. Wish you were the one touching me.”
“Yeah? What would you do if I was there right now?”
“I…I dunno, I'd do whatever you wanted me to.” Again, so easy
You chuckled and placed your elbows onto your desk, leaning further to get a better look at Yunho. “In that case, I'll tell you what I'd do to you, how's that?” Your tone was sweet, coddling.
Usually, (all of the time) you'd touch yourself too, but tonight you wanted to see every single micro reaction that Yunho had for you. The ache in between your legs could be dealt with later, right now, you didn't want to miss a thing.
Yunho shook his head eagerly; he loved hearing your voice, and listening to all the things you wanted to do to him sounded like heaven on earth.
You had a faux pensive look on your face, like you were scrolling through a library of thoughts you wanted to act out with him. Keeping Yunho on his toes was your favorite thing to do, and this was definitely building his anticipation.
“Well…I think I'd sit right on your lap first, in that same gaming chair.” pausing for a second, you notice how Yunho already has his eyes closed and how he very subtly spread his legs wider, like he was making space for you. “Then I'd grind down on you, slow like how you're touching yourself now. I'd do it until we're both a mess.”
To Yunho, this was pure bliss. He moaned out at your scenario and rolled his hips up into his hand. “Can I-” he paused like he was trying to catch his breath. “Can I take it out? Please let me take my dick out, I've been good.”
You shushed him and he shut his lips tight, small whimpers still managing to escape from his mouth because he was still desperately palming himself. “You don't have to beg, go ahead.” His eyes flung open, he looked fucked out already and nothing has really happened.
“Thank you, thank you so much.”
Yunho fumbled with his pants for a second, finally lifting up his hips so he could pull the garment down to about mid thigh. No underwear, fuck.
His dick sprang out and you could see the how wet he really was even in the dim lighting. Yunho's hand gripped the base as fast as you could blink. He stroked up his length and stopped and his slit to spread more of his precum; he didn't even need lube, it was obscene.
Yunho fixed his gaze on you as best as he could, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut at the sensation. "Keep going."
"I'd lay you down on your bed over there, flat on your back. Then, I'd sit on your face. Shut you up for a few minutes while you make me feel good."
He whined. “I need to fuck you so bad.” He was stroking himself faster now, not worrying about you scolding him for going faster without asking first. You were just as far gone as he was. Your eyes were trained on his dick, every light twitch it did when he squeezed a little too hard at the tip. You considered switching tabs and buying a flight to his city right then and there. Instead, you just replied:
"How would you fuck me baby?”
It took everything in him to try and answer you while also giving enough stimulation to his dick, god he was so close. “I- hngh- I'd fuck you hard, wanna make you cum on my dick. I want it so bad, want your- ah- your pussy wrapped around me..” You thought that was the end, but he continued. “Wanna kiss you, wanna taste your moans and swallow them whole. Would you let me cum inside you? Please I need to cum inside of you. Tell me you would-”
Yunho was babbling at this point, he was so close and part of that question was also asking you for permission to cum right now. The slick noises coming from your computer speaker was erotic, it made you imagine what it would sound like if you were really there; skin slapping and heat raising into the air.
You didn't want to drag this out, Yunho had wound himself up so tight that you're sure he would've came regardless of what you said next.
“Of course sweet boy, you'd fill me up so good wouldn't you?”
Yunho came hard, all he could do was gasp out small ‘thank you's as he spilled all over his shirt. The white was a harsh contrast to the dark shirt. Even after the initial wave, he fucked up into his hand until he went through all of the after shocks of his orgasm.
You smiled. The way this grown man unraveled in front of you just from your words boosted your ego to no end. “So dirty, always making a mess."
He couldn't answer. Yunho was trying to collect any trace of his self respect. He wanted to see you, to feel you, he was sick of only looking at you through a screen.
You filled in the gaps, like everything went back to normal. It didn't, you both knew that.
“Clean up, we still need to hop on. You're going to have to carry me because I'm a bit rusty.”
Yunho finally came back down to earth and nodded frantically. He raised himself up slightly out of the chair so he could pull his pants back up over his softening dick.
“Yeah...I'll be on in a few.” he said as he gave you a soft smile and hung up. When the screen went back to the chat, he ran his hand (the one that he didn't use to jerk himself off) down his face in exasperation. He was so utterly fucked.
