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pairing: jeong yunho x f!reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers-ish

summary: using a video game to release your daily frustrations had to be a new low for you. but without it, you wouldn't have met your team leader, yunho. when an embarrassing voice chat leads you both to meeting at a conference for work, it ends in a night neither of you ever saw coming. not even in your imaginations.

warnings: dom!yunho, mutual masturbation, masturbating over a (probably discord) call, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, missionary position, belly bulge, praise, forced proximity, a little bit of miscommunication, yunho is kinda mean but it's ok!!, mutual pining. nsfw (minors / ageless blogs dni).

word count: 8.3k

note: soooooooo. how do I explain myself here lol. I've had a million other fics running in my head and yet this was the first piece of writing I actually finished in weeks. go figure. basically I went to go see ateez on tour and was hit smack in the face (I wish, literally) with these feelings for yunho that can simply not be contained 🙂‍↕️☝️ and in fact, I might write MORE for him. also, this fic hardly has a plot, as you can see from the word count lol. just kinda pure smut. enjoy!!! (taglist posted at the bottom.)

in rotation: fantasize, the boyz / slide to me, ateez / more than friends, isabel larosa / we don’t talk anymore, charlie puth ft. selena gomez / make you mine, madison beer

You started playing Valorant as a means of relaxation. Forever exhausted from your grueling 9 to 5 and needing an outlet for your anger management, your therapist suggested to either take up a recreational sport or try video games. Typically, she wouldn’t recommend the latter, but she figured it was better than nothing. The thing was, though, you were definitely not athletic, so what other choice did you have? The last time you let your frustration from work bubble up, you ended up digging your nails so far into your palm that you drew blood.

That wasn’t going to happen again.

You had first seen an ad for Valorant online, and then heard your coworkers talking about it. Back in high school, you had been pretty good at RPGs – probably the best out of your friend group – so you decided it was time to take up the hobby again. You cracked open your years-old PC one night, set up an account, and hit download. Within minutes, you were immersed in the world and quickly learning how to find the best team to join. It was a lot to absorb at once, but it was such a good distraction from all the worries that come with being an adult. Before you knew it, the clock was hitting 1 AM and you hadn’t even done your skincare for the night.

Suffice to say, this was how you met Yuhno, your team leader.

Gamertag: YunhoGizer99.

Being around the same age, you two formed a friendship rather swiftly. Everyone else on your team was either just hitting 21 besides you two, who were on the cusp of hitting your late 20s with “real, adult jobs,” as your team member, Wooyoung, liked to put it. Yunho had taken a chance on adding you to his team, but your skills improved so fast it felt like whiplash. You could rival him in the game … someday. Not today. As time went on, you both began to talk outside of the game, frequently sending messages during working hours about what you both did for jobs and relationships. This was how you found out that both of you worked in data science and played Valorant as a distraction from everyday life.

Using a video game to solve your anger issues and discontentment with work was probably the cringiest thing you could ever do. However … it was helping. Even your therapist noticed a difference. And despite it all, you liked Yunho. Over the past 6 months, he’d become someone you talked to everyday.

Your friends didn’t exactly understand it – talking to this guy you met in a video game. You could admit how nutty it sounded, but they wouldn’t get it until they experienced something similar. It was so easy to form a friendship to someone without a face, so easy to share things you’d normally keep to yourself. Alexa, your roommate, was convinced he was your boyfriend that you were trying to keep secret, while your other friend, Laura, said you two were having phone sex. “You’re both so ridiculous,” you had said before rolling your eyes and changing the topic.

And then came that rainy night in July.

Your apartment was so hot when you came back from your ice cream date with some guy you met on Hinge. Or at least, it was supposed to be an ice cream date before the rain started. Jared – or was his name, Jacob? – had decided to take you to frozen yogurt instead, but the shop was full of families and you both decided to shared your large cup of strawberry froyo in his car while the rain battered against the windshield. And, to be honest, there was nothing romantic about that. Not that you were particularly looking for anything at the moment, but you would’ve given anything for him to at least take you back to his place. But the mood had been ruined and he dropped you off at your building before the clock hit 9 PM. Unmatched. Unbothered. Undone.

Turning on the air-conditioning, you put on your favorite sleep shorts and big t-shirt before opening up Valorant on your PC. Alexa was staying with their boyfriend for the night, so it was just you, all alone, in the apartment. You fiddled with a few keys on your computer as the game booted up, noticing that you received a message as soon as you logged on.

YunhoGizer99 [9:27 PM]: why are you online? thought you had plans You [9:28 PM]: I did. I just got back earlier than I assumed YunhoGizer99 [9:28 PM]: bad date?

You called him immediately and it only took him a second to pick up. Before he could say a word, you replied, “Horrible date. I probably could’ve sucked it up and gone to bed early, but I logged on for the distraction.”

Yunho chuckled on the other end. You were always so surprised by how deep his voice was. Alexa once walked in while you two were on a call and remarked that they were surprised someone named YunhoGizer99 had a “bedroom voice.” You simply called them a pervert.

“What happened this time?” He said through your headphones, his voice amplified more than before.

“Why do you say it like that?” Your eyes narrowed, even though he couldn’t see them. “It was just bad. I don’t want to explain it. The guy is automatically an asshole for dropping me off before 9 o’clock. And it’s humid and my apartment is fucking muggy because Alexa didn’t leave the air conditioner on –” You stopped yourself with a huff.

At this point, you were just staring at the home screen of the game. You didn’t even want to put in the effort to play, given the state of your mood. When Yunho realized you were done, he said, “You know that you don’t have to go on dates, right?”

You scoffed, “Of course, I know that. It’s just –”

“Because in the short time I’ve known you, you come back from them with no good news.”

“Yes, I get that. But –” You spun around in your desk chair. “You’re one to talk. You told me once that you haven’t been on a date since college.”

You heard him blow a raspberry through your headphones. “Hey, now. Don’t use my unwillingness to put myself out there as a defense mechanism.”

“I just –” You sighed, going silent for a moment. Licking your lips, you toyed with the idea of being honest with not only him, but yourself. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it’s fine.”

“And maybe I’m being too subtle with the way I approach this –”

“Maybe you are.” He let out a frustrated groan, which sent a shiver down your spine that you didn’t expect. Your fingers fidgeted in your lap. “Oh, come on, just say it –”

“I just really need to be fucked.”

The line went completely silent. So silent that you thought Yunho dropped from the call. You checked your computer and despite it all, his icon of a golden retriever with glasses was still on screen. His mic was just completely silent. You were pretty sure he could hear you gulp on his end. “Yunho?” You called out, voice surprisingly quiet.

“Sorry,” he finally said. “I just … didn’t expect that.”

Your cheeks were heating up. You considered dropping the call, closing the laptop – anything to get you out of this situation. He couldn’t even see you, but you already felt so vulnerable, almost naked. Your chair spun away from the screen, as if that could do anything.

“I shouldn’t have said that –”

“No, no, it’s fine. Seriously.” He exhaled, and you felt like your lungs were burning as you held your breath. “You could just … message a guy on some dating app and tell him that you want him to fuck you.”

Your brow immediately furrowed. Turning around in your chair, you saw your frown reflected in screen of your laptop. Maybe you should’ve guessed that he would say something outrageously stupid like that. “Oh, like it’s that easy. Big help, Yunho,” you sneered.

“Guys don’t like subtlety. I thought you knew that at your big age,” he laughed softly.

“You’re a fucking comedian,” you replied with a shake of your head. “My therapist said that video games can’t be my only distraction in life, but I hate being so upfront with guys about what I want. I try to avoid awkward situations at all costs.”

“If a woman was that upfront with me … it would work.”

You paused, noticing a shift in his tone. You bit into your cheek, trying to stop the word vomit, but you simply couldn’t help yourself – “I shouldn’t have to try so hard to get a dick inside me. My fingers can only do so much.”

“God, you can’t just …” You heard rustling on the other end, as if he was running a hand down his face. Suddenly, you were thinking about what your friend’s hands looked like. How big they were, if his fingers were really that long. You’d seen them once – in a photo he sent you a couple months back – and you couldn’t help but notice how slender his digits were, the veins that were etched between his knuckles.

“You can’t just say things like that to me,” he finished.

You traced your bottom lip with your fingernail. “And why’s that?”

He took a moment. You froze, and it felt like years until he spoke again.

“You know why.”

Your mouth curved slightly. “Women don’t like subtlety either, Yunho.”

“I think I’m done talking about this now. I –” He huffed suddenly. “Fuck.”

His voice had taken on a tone you had never heard before. It was deeper, more of a groan than anything. The kind of tone that you might have fantasized about once or twice on a really lonely night. It wasn’t hard to guess why he sounded like that, and you struggled with sinking your nails into your palm. But it wasn’t out of anger this time; it was far, far different.

Your voice was like a mere croak when you said his name, “Yunho.”

“I’m gonna log off for the night –”

“I can help you, if that’s what you need.” Your fingers were now tugging at the hem of your oversized tee. The one that you bought on clearance because it had off-brand Hello Kitty on the front. “Maybe we can help each other.”

His lips smacked, making you rub your thighs together instinctively. “That would ruin our friendship.”

“It would.”

“But I think I would rather ruin you more.”

Your breath hitched, and the line was so silent that you knew he could hear it. You could almost hear the smirk on his lips when he spoke next. How was that even possible when you’ve never even seen his face?

“I think I’ve always wanted to, as stupid as it sounds,” he admitted, and you could hear him playing with something on the other end. A cable? Drawstring? “Whenever you would come back from these dates all pent up, I couldn’t help but think … what I could …” He trailed off, a sigh escaped his lips as you heard him grip something. “God, fuck.”

This was such a bad idea. It was crossing a line that you never thought was there. A line that all your friends had already assumed you crossed, and you hated to prove them right. But you were just so frustrated with … well, everything, and god forbid you finally give into your desire to hear your friend masturbate over a voice chat.

You should hang up. But your hand was already creeping up under your shirt.

“Do you want me to end the call?” You breathed out, your palm squeezing your breast.

“No,” and the soft laugh he let out sounded so cocky. “I want you to touch yourself and imagine it’s me.”

Just his words had a gasp slipping from your mouth. “Okay,” you rasped, fingers playing with one nipple. His voice was enough to turn them into pebbles, but you started to envision your fingers were his, how they would feel as they toyed with you in person rather than over a call. You rolled your nipple between your fingers, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “Yunho –”

More rustling on the other side, and you heard him grunt. “You haven’t started fingering yourself, right?”

You looked down at your other hand, still playing with the end of your shorts. “No,” you replied, and it was the quietest you ever heard yourself. “Not yet.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, and you heard him start to slowly stroke himself. “Can you get those fingers wet for me with your mouth, princess?”

This felt absurd. You were practically debasing yourself for your Valorant team leader over a call, all because you were pent up with so much sexual frustration that it felt like you couldn’t breathe sometimes. If anyone found out about this, you’d be eaten alive. But now you were slipping two fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, and he let out another groan when he heard how sloppy it all sounded.

“Just like that,” he muttered, his grin practically audible through your headphones. “Do you think they’re wet enough now?”

“Mmhmm,” you said around your fingers.

“Are you wet enough?”

You took your fingers out of your mouth and nearly screamed, “God, yes.”

He chuckled, and it was just about evil the way he sounded. “I want those fingers to play with that pretty pussy while I fuck my hand. Can you do that for me?”

You didn’t care that he was commanding you. All you cared about in this moment was getting off as you whispered, “Yes, Yunho.”

Trailing down your torso, you slipped your hand underneath the waistband of your shorts, not even bothering to take your panties off either. Your fingers, wet and warm with saliva, parted your folds so easily, just barely brushing your clit and yet, your hips jumped anyway. You pressed down on it, before starting to rub slow circles, imagining this is how he’d be. Clearly, he was into teasing. Perhaps you should’ve known this from all the times he called you names between rounds, as if you were students at recess.

You moaned out his name and it sounded like heaven through his headphones. He muttered curses under his breath, and you hoped he was squeezing himself at the tip, like you would do for him. You wondered how much precum was coating his hand now; all you could hear was a faint tacky sound in your ear. You wondered if his cock curved to the right or left, if the same veins that ran along his hands were also carved on his shaft.

“I know you’re just playing with your clit, princess,” he said breathlessly. “I don’t wanna fuck my hand faster until I know those fingers are inside you.”

“But it’s not the same as if you were here,” you whined.

“I need you to imagine their mine,” he commanded. The seriousness in his tone was like a shock to your system, making your toes curl. “And then, I’ll let you put three fingers inside and you’ll know what it would feel like if I were there.”

Your eyes opened, staring at the voice chat screen, not believing that your friend behind the golden retriever icon was saying such dirty words to you. Without processing it, your legs curled up to your chest and you leaned all the way back in your desk chair, praying you wouldn’t fall over. Your thighs spread and you could feel your arousal dripping between them, soaking your favorite pair of panties. You sunk two wet fingers inside, and the way you whimpered, “Fuck, Yunho,” had him fisting his cock so fast he almost forgot to breathe.

You struggled to play with your clit at the same time, too focused on Yunho’s hard breathing pouring through your headphones as you pumped your fingers inside your sopping wet hole again and again. If you didn’t think too hard, this almost felt like he was here, and you imagined your hand on your breast was larger as you squeezed and toyed with it.

“Keep going, princess,” he breathed out, voice fighting to remain level. “Shit, I wish I was there … you’ve seen my hands before. My fingers would stuff that pussy so nicely … fuck, wish I was touching you. Wish it was your mouth on my cock instead of my own hand.”

Drool was spilling from your pursed lips just from the thought of his dick in your mouth. You didn’t care if he pulled your hair or shoved your face into his groin – you would kill for just a taste. “Please.” The word slipped from your mouth before turning into a plea. “Pleasepleaseplease.”

He chuckled darkly, and then let out a deep grunt, the kind of sound you liked to hear when you cupped a guy’s balls while he was inside you. You imagined Yunho would like that too. “At some point,” he huffed, slowing his strokes. “For now, I want you to put three fingers inside of you, and then we can cum together. You think you can cum for me, princess?”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, too lost in the pleasure to utter a real word. You hardly waited for his go ahead, shoving a third finger inside your pussy so quick that you almost orgasmed on the spot. Now, this was what being full felt like, but you knew, somehow, that this was nothing to what his cock would feel like. Your jaw unhinged as you fucked three fingers inside of you, your hips bucking to grind against the heel of your palm. Through your headphones, you heard him fist his cock faster, all wet and sticky and damn near sloppy. His deep breathing had to be the hottest thing you’d ever heard in your life, next to how his voice vibrated when he got angry while in game. You wondered if his voice trembled like that in real life while fucking into you deep from behind.

Jeez. Had you always been this much of a pervert?

Before you could come to terms with that assumption, Yunho was groaning in your ear, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Are you close?”

“Yeah,” you muttered, already on the precipice of shattering, “I’m cl–”

It happened before you could even comprehend what was happening. Your hips stuttered, and it felt like a dam breaking as your fingers curled at your g-spot, soaking them with your own cum. You cried out his name, which was all that he needed to finish, ropes of hot, white seed probably blanketing his chest. God, you wished you could see it. You wished he could see you, cumming all over your fingers while thinking about him. There was something so depraved, yet embarrassingly hot about all of this, but you couldn’t stop your cheeks from heating up when your heart rate settled and you realized what you both had done.

Your eyes snapped open and you sat up in your chair, staring at laptop screen. Both of you were as silent as ghosts. Your mouth opened, then closed, unsure of what to say. “I –”

“Goodnight,” he said abruptly, ending the call before you had the chance.

YunhoGizer99 [10:49 AM]: we shouldn’t do that again

You [10:55 AM]: agreed

YunhoGizer99 [10:56 AM]: not that I didn’t like it

You [10:56 AM]: I didn’t assume that at all

YunhoGizer99 [10:59 AM]: it’s just not a good idea

You [11:01 AM]: again agreed

YunhoGizer99 [11:03 AM]: oh, okay. great. so we’re both on the same page

You [11:04 AM]: definitely

You [11:12 AM]: things are gonna be weird now between us, right? [UNSENT]

Days turned into weeks, and then months. You couldn’t remember the last time you opened your PC, let alone talked to Yunho. As dumb as it sounded in your head, you couldn’t bring yourself to play your favorite game, the best outlet you ever found to pour all the rage from the day into. You tried to find something else to play, but nothing was suiting your fancy.

You felt silly. It was silly – not doing a hobby you enjoyed just because you were avoiding Yunho of all people. Even worse that this was over a stupid video game.

So you did what you always did: throw yourself into work, even though that was the very thing you needed to be distracted from in the first place. You came home most nights exhausted, frustrated with yourself over your lack of productivity. There was just so much to be done and so little time to do it. Your mind was racing again most nights, leaving you tossing and turning, or even worse: scrolling through dating apps. Not that you were actually going on dates right now. Not that you were actually talking to any men, left to your own devices on lonely nights with the memory of Yunho’s voice in your ear.

Your therapist told you that you needed to find another outlet. And you were trying. But you were still so embarrassed over what happened with – ugh. If you thought his name again, you might implode.

In a strange turn of events, your company extended an offer to all the data analysts to attend a conference out of state next weekend, and you thought this was the perfect opportunity to get yourself out of your usual routine. You had absolutely no clue why there could be a conference about your chosen field, but hey, a free trip was a free trip. So you packed up your carry-on suitcase the day before, and headed off to the airport after about only 4 hours of sleep. You prayed that no one would be able to tell.

The conference was being held in a swanky hotel just off LAX. You were greeted by the sight of palm trees and trash on the ground, pollution heavy in the air. But still, the weather was nicer than you imagined. The hotel was all plush carpets and expensive furniture, and after checking, you realized they were using Egyptian cotton sheets. A small card was placed on your bed that listed all the events happening this weekend. There was a cocktail hour and dinner tonight, even an arcade being hosted just off from the ballroom.

You got yourself ready, sliding into the most work-appropriate dress you owned: a high-neck, black dress that showed just enough of your legs to be a little sultry, but still suitable for a conference. After slipping on your comfiest pair of heels, you headed down to the cocktail hour, hoping to find some man that would talk your ear off so you wouldn’t have to speak a word tonight.

Unfortunately, you might’ve arrived too early. There were only a few groups of people grabbing drinks, and the solitude of it all made you want to die. Everyone was so engaged in conversation, it was hard to even introduce yourself. You sipped your lemon drop martini in a corner, fighting the urge to scratch your nails against your palm. Maybe the arcade they’re hosting is open, you assumed. Everyone could be there.

There were a significant amount of people in the arcade being held next to the ballroom. As you passed, you could already see that every table was decorated for dinner. This might be the fanciest event you ever been to. No wedding had an arcade like this either. The room was filled with vintage games, even some from your childhood. You remembered playing Street Fighter with your friends at a local pizza shop after school, before it was replaced by an oversized fish tank. Everyone was yelling at the screens in front of them, or mingling by the Dance Dance Revolution booth. The bright Street Fighter visuals reflected in your eyes, and you smiled at the memories of years past.

“I used to play this too at a penny arcade,” a voice said beside you. “Hard to imagine that this is still around.”

You never thought your blood could run cold until now. Your body froze, the grip on your martini glass tight. Because you knew that voice. You knew what he sounded like when he was annoyed, his laughter, even how he moaned while cumming in his hand.

Turning your head, you realized you had to look up at the man beside you. He had tufts of wavy, dark brown hair on his forehead, with a straight nose and eyes so dark they reminded you of a night sky. His lips looked like they were constantly graced with a smirk, slightly wet from dragging his tongue at the corners. He was lanky in all the right places, yet toned, with wide set shoulders, stuffed into a pressed white button-up and well-fitting dress pants. His shirt was just open enough at the top to show the tiny chain sitting on his collarbones, a small pearl pendant in the middle.

You almost didn’t want to say anything. Maybe you could pretend to be mute, anything to survive these next couple of days without him finding out who you were. But your mouth was opening before you could stop it, your voice loud enough even over the volume in the arcade.

“Yunho?” You said, eyes growing wide.

His smirk dropped. He would’ve dropped the glass of beer in his hand if it wasn’t so heavy. Both of you stayed eerily silent, the vivid lights of the arcade room flashing around you. All the people in this room had absolutely no clue what went down between you two during a voice chat months ago.

He grabbed your arm, his grip firm as he pulled you out of the arcade and into the main hall hosting the cocktail hour. Sending a soft smile to anyone who passed by, he let go of you once you reached a corner, and you looked up at him again. Jesus, he was taller than you ever expected.

“Yunho?” You said again, tilting your head to get a good look at his eyes. “YunhoGizer99?”

“Okay, well, don’t say it out loud and remind me how ridiculous it is,” he remarked, setting his glass down on a nearby end table. He then called out your old username, which you confirmed with a nod.

You arched a brow. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I was invited here,” he argued, “through work.”

It was then that you were reminded that you both worked in the same field. “So was I.”

Yunho lifted a hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, and you were able to study his fingers in real life. You had only seen them in a photo that one time, and they were … longer than you assumed. Nails only slightly manicured, especially for a man his age, with tiny wisps of hair at the knuckles. You had to swallow hard to stop yourself from drooling.

“This is a mess,” he finally said.

“You’re telling me.” You gulped down the last of your lemon drop, placing the empty glass on a waiter’s tray as he walked by.

He lowered his eyes on you again, and you never expected that they could have such an edge to them. “What happened to you?” He asked, even though he knew the answer. His lip curled slightly to one side. “We stopped talking. I never saw you online again.”

“I …” Your eyes darted around the room, looking for just about anyone to grab and get out of this conversation. But there was no one close enough. Besides Yunho. “I found something else to do with my time.”

He snickered, “Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

Yunho rolled his eyes, and it was so cocky that you weren’t sure if you were pissed off or turned on. He had so much confidence for a guy who worked in data science and spent most of his time in his apartment playing Valorant.

Your eyes narrowed. “What do you want me to say?”

“Preferably, the truth.”

“Yunho –”

They were called into the ballroom then for dinner, and you shuffled off in your heels before he had the chance to grab you. You meandered through the crowd of analysts, trying to find your name card printed on a table, when it finally appeared near the middle of the room. You looked around at the people gathering at your table and – just your fucking luck.

Yunho plopped down in the seat beside you, both of your backs as stiff as boards as you fought to make eye contact. Waiters were already starting to hand out the first course as a speaker got up on the stand to introduce what seminars would be included this weekend. You could hardly hear anything but the ringing in your eyes, desperate to find a way out of this.

“You’re really not gonna talk to me, huh?” Yunho muttered, trying not to draw attention to the two of you.

You shook your head. “Not now.”

“Why not?” His tone was almost pleading. “It’s not like I could’ve done this months ago with the way you were avoiding me.”

Your head snapped in his direction, and your voice was low as you whispered, “Because I’m done with this conversation.”

His hand was on your thigh then, his palm hot against your skin and the hem of your skirt hiking just a little. You paused, both looking at each other, no one else knowing that he was touching you like this underneath the table. His eyes were slightly dangerous, studying you, despite his innocent demeanor. Then his mouth were curling again, especially when he noticed the way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

“You sure about that?”

Without a second thought, you stood up, walking out of the room and leaving your seat abandoned. You didn’t care that people were watching you. You just needed to get out of here. Only a minute after, you could hear footsteps following you. It wasn’t hard to guess who it was, and maybe … just maybe … you secretly wanted him to do this. Yunho followed you to an empty coat closet near the kitchens, locking the door from the inside as soon as you both stepped inside. Empty racks were littered amongst the room, an old couch that looked like it had once been in the main lobby now deserted to the corner of a closet.

You stepped around him, back pressing against the locked door, as if that could get you away from the situation that you made. Hands laid flat against the wooden surface, you fought the urge to fist them, to let out the frustration bubbling inside you. But you remained collected – somehow – even with Yunho’s simmering gaze following your every move.

“What is your problem with me?” You damn near barked.

“My problem?” He mocked, and his voice suddenly made your thighs squeeze together more. “I just want to know why you started avoiding me.”

Your brows furrowed. “Are you oblivious?” The last thing you wanted to do was spell it out for him, but unfortunately, that might be the case. “I was embarrassed, Yunho. And the way you reacted the day after didn’t help. I didn’t want to face you after that.”

“You could’ve just told me that months ago,” he said, so nonchalantly, walking close until your feet were touching. “We were friends.”

“Were,” you repeated, as if trying to taste it on your tongue.

He smirked a little, head leaning down until you both were eye level. You swallowed hard. “It’s difficult to imagine us as friends after admitting that I wanted to ruin you.” His tongue dragged over his bottom lip, and you were hypnotized. You had wondered what that tongue could do to you for months. “Can I tell you something? Since you obviously don’t want to talk to me again after this.”

You nodded dumbly. Words were beginning to fail you.

“I tend to think about that call between us at least once a day,” he continued, his voice deep, even. “It never fails to make me hard.”

Your pupils widened.

“Sometimes I’ll remember the way you moaned my name while I jerk off.” His eyes flickered to your lips, watching your teeth sink into them once again. You could feel his growing hardness against your thigh now. “But nothing will ever compare to how it sounded in the moment.”

He then sighed, so out of the blue, and straightened his back. Just when his lips were inches from yours, he pulled away. You were like a fish and he was dangling the bait. “Too bad you’re done with me now. We have closure and can go our separate ways. If you’ll excuse me …” He reached out to unlock the door, but you slammed your hand on it so fast you almost yelped.

Your eyes never left his, and he grinned, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you. And honestly, you didn’t care. Your legs were shaking now, desperate. “You’re not going anywhere,” you said, palm slowly sliding off the lock to play with the loose thread on your dress. “I want …”

His brow raised. “What do you want?”

“I want you to ruin our friendship again.”

“What is there to ruin?” He chuckled, leaning down once more, his mouth so close to yours that his hot breath was making your cheeks heat. “We stopped being friends months ago, princess.”

Your hands locked around his collar, tugging him the short distance to smash his mouth onto yours. The kiss felt like a bruise, aching and swollen, but you decided then that any mark by him would be a blessing. He didn’t touch you yet. Instead, he kept his large hands on the door, shaking the surface and caging your body into his. Slotting his knee between your legs, your skirt hiked up and you didn’t bother to tug it back down. It was like your hips had a mind of their own, rubbing up and down the meat of his thigh, and you sighed into his mouth. Your lips tried to move away – wanting him to hear you, since he loved those sounds so much – but he wouldn’t let you. He needed to taste you from the inside out.

If your mouth was this sweet, the arousal seeping into his pants must taste like candy.

You didn’t know how it happened, but suddenly, your ass was hitting the cushion of the vintage couch. How did he move you without touching you? You were sure that if he had his hands on you, you would’ve felt it. His touch practically burned your skin when his hand met your inner thigh under the table earlier. But he was sitting you down now, detaching his lips from yours and standing up to his full height. You felt so small then: sitting there in front of him, cheeks flushed red and pupils blown wide. Your skirt was hitched so far up he could almost see your panties, the whole dress feeling so constricting now.

He wiped away the trail of spit that seemed to connect you two, and he kicked one of your legs more open. “I want you to show me,” he said breathily, adjusting his pants.

Jesus, you thought, staring at the prominent bulge, is that a third leg?

“Show you what exactly?” You finally replied.

His smile was like a threat. “Show me how you made yourself cum all those months ago.”

You just stared at him, not believing what he was asking. Minutes ago, you told him how embarrassed you’d been after the voice chat situation, and now he wanted you to masturbate in front of him? You wanted to say no, call him a sick, perverted freak and walk out the door before finding the next flight home. But … oh, god, but he’d hardly even touched you and it felt like you were dripping between your legs. You were so soaked that your panties were clinging to you, uncomfortable and sticky. You needed him to touch you, but if your own fingers had to suffice, then you would do it. God knows that’s all you’ve been getting off with for a while.

He put his hands up in mock surrender, stepping back slightly and leaning against one of the empty coat racks, giving you some room. Your legs pried apart, your skirt bunched up around your waist now, before bringing them up to your chest. He saw all of you then, and you could feel your heart batter against your ribcage, practically visible through the tight fabric of your dress. You pulled your panties to the side, and you noticed his hand flex for the first time at the sight of your exposed folds, weeping with arousal for him.

He watched you. And you watched him. Despite the fact that you wanted to fucking die at putting yourself in this scenario, you used two fingers to open yourself up and started rubbing tight circles on your clit. Heat pooled in your stomach, a tight coil bunching in your abdomen, as you worked yourself. Your teeth clenched as he grazed a single finger over his top lip, and you finally let out a soft cry of his name when you sunk one digit inside yourself.

“I think you could take two,” he commented.

Your breath hitched, fucking a single finger inside of yourself as your thumb flicked at your clit. You swallowed hard before muttering in short breaths, “Or you could … do it … for me.”

“Nuh-uh,” he snickered. “I fuck you when I want to fuck you. Now, two fingers.”

You didn’t think twice. Two fingers curled inside of you, stretching your walls for his eyes only. You whimpered, still in disbelief at what was happening. What was it about Yunho that made you turn into putty, that made you demean yourself so easily? Maybe it was the way he held himself. Even in something as silly as a video game, he commanded a room. He was intimidating – even when he didn’t want to be, even when he was friendly.

He was certainly not being friendly right now, watching you fuck yourself dumb on your fingers. “Yunho,” you whined, “please. I want to cum on your fingers, not mine. I … I’ve thought about it since that call. Come on, please don’t be an asshole. Pleeeeeeease.”

“Well,” he said evenly, “are you about to cum?”

You felt that coil in your stomach tighten even more. You were so close to release that if you rubbed your clit even faster, you’d tumble into the same ecstasy that you brought yourself to every night in the comfort of your own bed. Head nodding, you couldn’t even form the words to express how you felt. Your body felt like it was on fire and the only thing that could extinguish it was cumming all over his fingers. Or wherever he wanted, for that matter.

Yunho nodded, quickly closing the distance between you two once again and smacking your wrist out of the way. “You don’t get to cum yet,” he said, nearly dragging your hand out from between your legs. You gasped and your mouth dropped in surprise. You had just been on the precipice and it was just … stolen from you. By Yunho.

“What the hell?!” You whispered loudly, instantly aware that this coatroom might not be soundproof. “I was doing everything you asked of me.”

“Just like how I decide when I want to fuck you,” he smiled, “I also decide when you cum.”

You fingers twitched as he held your wrist. His gaze softened slightly, and then he asked, “That okay?”

You saw a flicker of the Yunho you’d always known, the flicker of the innocent man behind the alarming demeanor. It was enough to make your heartbeat skyrocket again, and you nodded at his question.

He tipped his head, finally looking at your hand that was locked in his grip. Your slick dripped down your fingers – warm, inviting. Yunho had to stop himself from taking them in his mouth and sucking them dry. He’d taste you eventually. Maybe not tonight, but someday, he’d bury his face between your thighs for hours.

Using one hand, he tugged off his belt and let it clatter around his hips. He pushed down his pants a bit, pulling his cock out from his soaked boxers. Precum beaded at the tip, leaking onto the musty carpet below you. With one hand holding his cock and the other clutching your wrist, he commanded, “I want you to take these wet fingers and paint my cock with them.”

He let go your wrist, and you didn’t hesitate. You sat up, reaching out and tracing his pretty pink tip with your slick fingers. Veins ran down his shaft, which was darker than his pale skin tone, and you grazed them, coating him with your essence. He was longer than you ever expected; you could probably cover his entire length in your two hands. You looked up at him when you gripped him at the base, silently asking permission, and he nodded. “I wanna be covered in you,” he whispered.

You stroked him slowly, feeling his cock twitch in your grasp, his precum slipping down your knuckles and mixing with your own essence. He threw his head back and grunted, “Oh, fuck.” His eyes closed, and when you viewed up at him while you squeezed him at the head, you wondered if this was exactly how he looked when he jerked off on the phone with you. Had he been in just some sweatpants, the waistband pushed down to accommodate his length, and a cheap t-shirt? Something so simple as he threw his head back and fucked his hand while asking you to finger yourself. You were kicking yourself now for not asking him to turn his camera on because this … this was a sight.

Your hand was moving faster and the other cupped one of his aching balls, wishing he had asked you to put one in your mouth. Drool might be slipping down your chin now; you weren’t exactly sure. You just needed something in your mouth or you might just combust –

It was like he could sense you were about to moan his name and ask, because he placed a hand over your mouth. Your eyes went wide, and you squeezing his other ball, making his hips jump. “Shit, fuck, I might –” His eyes snapped open, and before you could even blink, he pushed your hand off his cock.

When his palm moved off your mouth to shove his pants and boxers to his knees, you frantically asked, “Did I do something wrong –”

“I’ll be damned if I cum in your hand and not inside of you,” he replied, turning you so that your back was hitting the cushion and yanking you to the armrest of the couch. He peeled your panties off with precision. Swiping a single finger in the air, he said, “Open your legs more.”

The back of your thighs were resting on the armrest, your feet angling off, and you did your best to spread yourself for him. You just wished he took your dress off. You wanted his hands all over you, squeezing and marking wherever he pleased. The temperature in this closet was sweltering, and your dress wasn’t helping. But everything about this was quick, dirty, raw. You weren’t going to get your way no matter how much you begged.

He tapped your weeping slit with the head of his cock. Your hips bucked and you gripped the sides of the couch to stop yourself from falling off. “You like that, princess?” He smirked, repeating the action. “Are you sure you can fit me inside you?”

You nodded, too cock drunk and he hadn't even fucked you yet.

“Hmm … I’m not so sure.” He made his point by pushing just the tip in, and you felt the stretch immediately. He loomed over you, tilting his head as he looked down. “It’s gonna be a tight fit, princess,” he chastised, shoving another inch inside and making you choke, “but I think you can take it.”

It felt like the wind was being knocked out of you with each brutal push of his long cock. But when he was seated fully, leaning down over you so you could feel his teeth grazing your jaw, you finally felt like you could breathe again. “Look at you,” he cooed, one hand snaking up to capture your own, pinning your wrists above your head. “Such a good girl.”

He still wasn’t moving. He was reminding you how full this felt, how all the guys you had complained about to him over voice chat were always going to be nothing compared to this. Compared to him. You were made to fit him and he was made to take you. You felt him deep, so deep you could hardly move your hips. His lips dragged down your jugular, nipping, as his free hand pressed down on your stomach, feeling how far he was nestled inside. He practically snarled against your skin.

“I’m gonna fuck you now and you’re gonna cum all over my cock before I fill you up,” he said, almost casually. “Understood?”

“Yes, Yunho,” you breathed.

He pulled out until only the head remained, and then slammed right back into you. Your back arched off the old cushion, jerking as he held your wrists down. His thrusts were ruthless, each one feeling different than the next, as he tried to find that place that would make you see stars. It was only when he curved his hips to the left that he got a choked moan to fall from your lips, and he grinned big, like he just won a brutal 5 on 5 tournament. He hit it again, making you scream, “Fuck, Yunho, oh my god –”

He latched his mouth onto yours, swallowing your moans as he fucked into you hard. You felt exactly how he imagined, tight and warm and just for him. He wouldn’t tell you this until later, but you had the prettiest pussy he ever seen, the best one he ever felt. Like every shit date and all your frustrations had led up to this moment where you two could meet in person at a stupid conference and he could fuck you in an abandoned coat closet.

You let out another desperate whimper when he leaned back, tugging your lip between his teeth. Your mouth was swollen from his kiss, but he wasn’t done with you yet. Not until he filled this perfect pussy with his seed, not until you were dripping with him like he always imagined. “Can’t have you too loud, princess,” he chuckled, slamming into you again. Your response was in an anguished plea. “Wanna cum?”

You nodded, lips pursed slightly. Spit dribbled from the corner. Lipgloss smeared onto your chin.

Yunho’s lips spread wide. “Beg me.”

Tears pricked at your eyes and you struggled to lift your hips, trying to meet his to get yourself over that peak again. It was no use. You were too full of him and he was too heavy on top of you. This was torture, and he was playing you like a controller.

A sick part of you loved this far too much.

“Princess,” he said calmly, oh so carefully, “use your words and beg me to let you cum.”

You let out the loudest sigh, eyes snapping open as you met his dark gaze. You bit your lip for a moment longer before whispering, “Please, let me cum.”

He bobbed his head, trying to decide if that was good enough as he nudged your g-spot once again.

“Fuck, oh my god, okay, please –” You let in a sharp intake as he filled you again and again with his thick cock, making sure your pussy was molded to fit him. “Yunho, please, let me cum. Pleasepleaseplease. I need you. I need to cum on your cock so bad. Pleeeeeeease.”

You could feel his smile as his lips ghosted over your ear. “That’s what I like to hear.” His hand slipped off your wrists finally, reaching between your bodies so he could rub your clit while fucking into you. “Now, cum on my cock like a good girl.”

And he made it so easy to. His long, slender fingers rubbed you just right while his cock pistoned into you had you hurtling towards an orgasm so fast that you forgot how to exhale. Your arms locked around his neck, anchoring yourself to his broad body, as you clenched around him and cried his name into the crook. Your walls milked his cock, cumming for what felt like forever and making him groan into your shoulder. He didn’t realize when, but at some point, he stopped fucking you and released. He felt his vision go bright, his brain short circuiting as he moaned and actually whined for you. His hot seed painted your insides white, marking you as his, letting your pussy take all he had to give. And when it felt like he was finally done, he held himself above you, breathing heavy against your earlobe. Your body shivered when you felt him press a ghost of a kiss at the shell.

He moved his head, wanting to look at your eyes, how fucked-out you looked underneath him. His cock softened, but still twitched slightly inside you. Distracting you from his release dripping down your thighs, he traced a single finger over your top lip, like he had done to himself minutes ago. Or had it been an hour at this point? You weren’t so sure.

“So,” he laughed, his smile warm and innocent, “you think we can play nice for the rest of the weekend?”

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