Content warning ! Best friend Yunho, friends to lovers, slightly subby Yunho softdom fem. Kinda (KINDA) inexperienced Yunho (he still wants it dw), praise kink, use of pet names "good boy,Yunnie etc," begging (lmk if i missed any, i'm new to this!)
When your best friend asks you to allow him to practice fingering on you, you require almost no convincing. (Cough- slut.)
Just a friendly favor.. right?
Porn with a smidgen of plot
You laughed at first, thinking he was totally joking.
But when he continued looking at you seriously- popping skittles past his slightly candy-stained lips, your giggle died in your throat.
He gave that taunting grin he always gave when he suggests something crazy and you looked at him like he was crazy... And maybe he was a little crazy.
"I'm serious." He echoed, only the soft munch of the skittles between his teeth being heard in his room as you thought of the weight of his words.
"You've been with plenty of girls, Yunho, and I know each one of those relationships weren't 100% pg. There is no way you don't know how to finger." Your words did not even cause him to flinch, he only sat patiently, on his comfy bed, only pushing softly with his explanation.
"That's because they all were more interested this," he gestured downwards, between his legs, "-than anything else I have to offer!" You found that surprising. Yunho had the most attractive hands you thought you had ever seen, and you'd told him so, many times.
If you were one of those girls, you'd be scrambling to ride those long, slender fingers any chance you got.
You'd never tell him that, though.
Although, he was making it hard. You didn't have to scramble to do anything because he was practically giving it to you, all for the sake of a little practice.
"Please, Y/n." He begged, abandoning his bag of skittles on his bed.
"...if I had anyone else to ask, I would! You're the only one I trust to do this. I promise I'm not being a perv- i'm just getting too- old?.. I don't know- to not be able to make a girl feel good with my hands. What if I do finally come across a girl that wants them? What if-"
It softened your heart a bit that you were the only one he trusted himself with for something like this... that and the ridiculously cute puppy dog eyes he didn't even have to force.
So, you interrupted his ramble.
"Alright, alright- just- please stop rambling!" You said with a giggle.
So here you are now, pulling your shorts off while Yunho sits at the corner of his bed, his back to you, giving your privacy as you undressed.
He didn't judge you when you said you wanted to undress without eyes on you, instead, he nodded respectfully and turned around to grant you your privacy.
You breathe out a shaky sigh as you finish getting comfy, lying back on the pillows you stacked behind you. As you spread your legs for him, the cool air slaps against your middle, causing a gasp to escape you.
"Heyy don't start without me!" He whines disappointingly, but still waits for your word to turn around.
You giggle, nudging his back with your feet, "Relax, Romeo, it's only a little cold. Turn around."
He does so slowly, a stupid, sweet, excited grin on his face when it does, but then his eyes catch what's between your legs and it slowly fades.
"If you say one mean thing about my pussy, i'm leaving." You say after catching his mood change, almost wanting to close your knees in embarrassment, but you were never one to shy from intimidation.
But your threat seems to break him from his trance and he blinks, "Wait- no! I wasn't I-" he trails off, climbing onto the bed and crawling between your legs. He settles on his knees between them, still not touching, only looking- seemingly admiring. "...It's not that-you're just... very wet."
His shy observation makes color rise to your face.
"Yeah, Yunnie- I am. You're really hot." You say softly, not wanting him to be too nervous.
His soft eyes widen at your words, his plush, pink lips falling open in surprise. "You think I'm hot?" He asks in disbelief.
A laugh falls from you and you nod, "I'm not blind- I just have manners."
He blinks once, his throat bobbing before saying, "I wish you didn't have manners all the time, then," he breathes, and you smile with your lip tucked between your teeth.
Instead of being as heavy as it should have been, the confession was light and freeing.
You think the both of you felt it.
After a moment of silence, he leans forward, caging himself around you, each hand on either side of your body.
"Tell me what to do." He demands gently, pushing a stray curl from your face. Your breath hitches and He very well notices, but only smiles instead of making a joke about it. "You know about foreplay, don't you?"
Yunho nods, eyes trained on you, awaiting your command.
"Alright.. start with that." You suggest, trying to calm your heart which is currently about to beat out of your chest.
Yunho's left hand, cool with a featherlight touch, starts at your right knee. You sigh, yielding your body to his hands, allowing him to do whatever he wishes.
"You're so soft," he marvels, flattening his palm on your skin, letting the hand travel further up your leg, squeezing your plush thigh in his palm. You hum delightedly, nonverbally urging him on.
Gaining confidence, he straightens, settling on his knees so that he can use both hands, letting his fingertips trace up and down your thighs before snaking over your hips, thumbs brushing over the soft skin and tracing the outlines of your stretch marks.
You watch as his eyes, darkening as they give their attention to the mess growing between your legs.
"Looks so pretty," he mumbles, his hands never leaving the plains of your body and they travel down your hips and into the insides of your thighs, gently spreading you open for him.
Without preamble, Yunho presses a finger to your clit.
You jolt, a loud whine that you were planning on holding in ripped from the back of your throat.
"Fuck- Jesus, not even a warning?"
He only looks up at you, a delight in his puppy-like eyes you'd never seen before. "Wanted to see your reaction without preparing to hold anything in."
You cant stay mad at him for too long, his sweet face holding apparent hope that you liked it. Fortunately for him, you did.
"Keep going, soft touches at first." You instruct, watching his slender digits curiously slide through your slick, finding every little thing that makes you tense, make sound, and grind into his hand.
You make a particularly loud noise when he catches your poor clit between his fingers. Gentle enough not to hurt, firm enough to send electric bolts through your body and limbs. You attempt to stifle the whine in your voice when you speak, "You seem to know what you're doing, Yunnie."
He smiles softly at the sentence you didn't quite intend to be a compliment. "I do- it's the inside part I'm in the dark about."
You feel far too good to be upset with him, so you only nod, pressing your lips together to keep yourself quiet after speaking. "M'ready for your fingers, Yunnie." You say in a voice much more pathetic than intended, and you see the bright, innocent light in his eyes turn to something dark.
Yunho nods obediently, teasing two fingers at your entrance, slick with arousal, awaiting your instruction.
"All girls are different," you force your tone to be as cool as possible, although your knuckles are as white as snow as they grip your own shirt, "It's my opinion that you always start with one finger- just incase she's tight- to.. y'know- work her open."
He listens quietly, eyes trained on yours as he nods, taking in the information he was very much grateful for to be receiving it from you.
"-but i'm so wet, they'll slip right in.." you pause, reaching down to guide his fingers to your entrance. You lock eyes with him, nodding and letting out a big breath from your mouth.
Somehow, you know you're in for a ride, and you try your best to prepare yourself. But as you took his wrist and guided him all the way in to the knuckle, nothing could have prepared you for the first feel of the full length of his fingers inside you.
You gasp, eyes falling shut as your head falls limp against his pillows. You clench at the intrusion, to which Yunho lets out a deep groan.
You pry your eyes open for his reaction, watching as his eyes, though widened in surprise, dark with lust. His mouth hangs open a bit as he openly stares at the fingers that have disappeared inside you.
Despite looking quite occupied, you knew he was listening for your soft command, so in a small, strangled voice, you spoke.
"Push them in a bit further, then- gently at first- curl your fingers upward... l-like you're trying to reach my belly button."
"Like this?" He asks, doing what told him.
You nod wordlessly- especially when he begins to do it rhythmically, taking your silence as answer enough.
"That's- fuck.. r-right there.." you trail off, your brows furrowing as you watch him concentrate on learning- and doing what you needed. "... that spongy soft spot you're hitting, that's my gspot- ngh~ Yunnie, shit." You babble, trying so very hard to focus and to keep directing him, but words simply fail you.
You only nod in response, sucking in desperate breaths as you try not to make noise.
You were failing miserably.
"I-it's ok.. you can y'know, moan. It helps to guide me." Yunho speaks softly, but judging by the pink on his cheeks, your sounds were doing way more for him than guiding. You didn't mind.
"Doing so good Yunnie." You whine in response, hands palming yourself under your shirt. You began to move your hips with him, which didn't seem to phase him at all. He just kept doing what you told him.
Like the very good boy he was.
The obscene sounds of the mess you were making began to fill the room, and as Yunho noticed, he let out a small noise, you almost didn't hear it.
But you did, giving how hyper aware you were of his every move, and your eyes shot open, smiling softly as you looked from the slight furrow in his eyes to the angry bulge fighting against his sweats.
"You like how I'm making a mess of your fingers Yunnie?" You ask, your voice teasing and sultry.
Poor Yunho was trying so hard to be good, trying to hard not to show just how much you were effecting him.
He didn't want to offend, but you were anything but.
"Y/n.." he whined, his hips stuttering into small rhythmic hump as he begged you not to shame him.
You only cooed softly, willing your voice not to be so wobbly as his fingers relentlessly thrusted against your g-spot. "Hey, it's ok, sweet boy, hm? Look at me Yunho," you demand softly.
He does, cheeks deepening in color as he forced himself to meet your eyes.
You groaned as he sped up a little, likely from nerves, but you didn't mind.
You just had to focus harder on what you wanted to come out of your mouth when you speak to him.
"Don't be ashamed, hm? Y-you're making me feel good, and it's ok if making me feel good makes you feel good. In fact, It's hot."
He nodded, thankful that you weren't judging him. "Makes me feel really good." He confirms, voice shaky from the movements of his body.
He finally lets out an unrestricted groan, low and gutteral, "Yeah.. yeah-yeah-yeah." He sputters a bit frantically, eyes shutting as be focuses on his bulge, almost beginning to choke against the fabric of his sweats.
That undid you wholly, causing you to say something before you could even think of the consequences to your relationship.
"Such a good fast learner, yes you are, you wanna reward, pretty boy?" You whimper between words at his growing pace, his thumb blindly searching for your clit, and when he finds the little button, he doesn't hesitate to let his thumb match the rhythm of your fingers.
That was answer enough, and you gasp, losing your words momentarily at the new friction.
"Good b-boy.. fuck. Make me cum, yeah? Make me cum and i'll let you stuff yourself inside me until you're content."
His sweet eyes snap open in surprise, yet he doesn't stop.
"P-please.. Y/n." He begs softly, brows furrowed, trying hard to concentrate on you- not his painful erection.
He digs impossibly deeper with his fingers, reaching a spot that you didn't even know was there, causing you to gasp, your hand reaching to grip his wrist- veins popping as he works his fingers.
"R-right- there.. fuck! There Yunnie. Oh my god-" You whine, trying your best to look at him.
You let your sounds go, whimpering and whining praises at him, letting him know what a good boy is.
"Y-yeah, wanna be a good boy for you, wanna make you cum." He babbles thoughtlessly in response.
You start to form words to warn him that's you're close, so very close, but the words are ripped from you as his lips connect with your clit, sucking just enough to push you over the edge.
You gasp sharply, eyes rolled back, and then you're purely silent, as if any sound you make will scare your pleasure away.
The only sound being heard was the soft suckling of his lips on your clit.
And then you're cumming, so hard that any real noise wasn't possible at the moment, only a strangled groan as hot, white light filled your vision.
Yunho let out a relieved whimper as he felt you pulse around him, but he too, stayed quiet, not wanting to miss a second of the pretty faces you made while you came.
When your legs finally unlock, you let out a shaky breath, your hands clutching your chest.
"W-was I ok?" He asks, gently sliding his fingers out of you.
You let out an exasperated giggle, was he serious?
"You did amazing Yunnie- you're a fast learner."
Yunho's eyes brightened as he smiled, clearly proud of himself.
"Wow, thank you- for teaching me." He says softly.
You laugh, pushing crazed hairs from your face, "No, thank you. That was.." you're completely lost for words, but he nods, as if to say that he understands.
For a while you stare at each other, and as you become self aware of your nakedness, you smile sheepishly, closing your knees together.
That seems to knock him from whatever trance he was in, because he blinks, clearing his throat.
"Well... I- need to go take care of-" he pauses, looking down to the prominent tent in his sweats.
Your brow raises, "Y'know, I wasn't lying. The offer still stands." You smile devilishly, watching him shift, his erection becoming all too uncomfortable as he continues to ignore it.
"A-are you sure? You know- we- you know we don't have to. I'll be fine. Really- I can just go-"
You grin, opening your legs back up for him.
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