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jungkxook · 3 years

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—body talk. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

⟶ genre: fwb!wooyoung / virgin!reader + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 8,889

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: so maybe asking your best friend to take your virginity is wrong for a number of reasons, but you swear you’re still just friends. nothing more, nor less

⟶ warnings: idiots who might be in love with each other but are oblivious to it, first time sex, clumsy sex, also wet and messy sex tbh, dirty talk, pet names, grinding/dry humping, (brief) mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f recieving), fingering, clit play, breast play/fondling, hair pulling, missionary, protected sex, aftercare

⟶ note: welp... here we go again, another shameless wooyoung smut to feed my fantasies! anyway, thank you to @ddaechwita and @kithtaehyung who let me cry to them endlessly about wooyoung and subsequently helped me push this fic out heheh and also for my other fellow wooyoung stans @trustingofwinds @seolaseoul 👀

also absolutely am thinking of making a part 2 to this, so if that’s something anyone wants, feel free to let me know!! 💛

⟶ part two can be read here!

It’s a little known fact that Wooyoung will do anything for you.

That’s a given, when you consider that he’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember. He’s used to you asking him to do anything and everything for you, whether it’s out of genuine need for help or something for pure leisure. Like the one time you called him drunk at three in the morning and asked him to pick you up from some random party, or that other time when you asked if he would go on a spontaneous midnight road trip with you to the next city over to make it on time for a concert.

When you’re sick, he’s at your apartment in a matter of seconds, rummaging about your kitchen to make you a heartwarming stew; and, when you’re bored and can’t sleep far past midnight, he’s at your door with your favourite snacks and the promise of bingeing Netflix with you until the morning only to have you fall asleep on his shoulder an hour into the first movie. He’s always content with helping you, if only because you mean the world to him and because he knows you’ll do the same for him. In fact, if it were up to him, and you asked, he would surely go to any lengths to move the literal moon for you.

Then you meet Yeonjun, which wouldn’t have been such a big issue to neither you nor Wooyoung had you not started to overthink your newfound relationship with him and had Wooyoung not realized that he maybe, sort of, kind of hates Yeonjun.

But what’s not to hate about a guy putting his grubby hands all over you?

Like now, at some frat house party San had somehow got an invite to, and dragged you and Wooyoung both along. You had arrived with Wooyoung only to be whisked away by Yeonjun during the night, now somewhere off in a far corner of the living room, his hands on your waist and you leaning against his chest, gazing up at him as if he’s everything good in the world. At one point, when Wooyoung glances over, he finds Yeonjun’s lips hovering around your ear, whispering sweet nothings that seem to make you giggle; when he looks another time, Yeonjun’s mouth is working some sort of magic on your jaw, and then on the corner of your lips, chaste enough to make you blush.

“God, you’re despicable,” San begrudges from somewhere beside Wooyoung.

Wooyoung snorts in agreement. “Isn’t he?”

“I meant you, dumb ass,” San rolls his eyes. He clips Wooyoung across the back of the head, which Wooyoung thinks may be sort of deserved. “Stop ogling them every minute.”

Wooyoung rips his gaze away just as you reach out to grab at Yeonjun’s shoulders. “He’s, like, two seconds away from shoving his tongue down her throat and asphyxiating her. It’s gross.”

Yeosang snorts from Wooyoung’s other side, “Jealousy isn’t a good look for you.”

“I’m not jealous. I’m a concerned friend.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

And Wooyoung swears he isn’t jealous. Why would he be? You’re his best friend, nothing more nor less. While he knows you’re more than capable enough to sort out the wrong kind of men for yourself, was it so bad of Wooyoung to want to keep an eye out for you, just in case?

Whatever the case, knowing you’re wrapped around Yeonjun is enough to preoccupy Wooyoung’s head for the rest of the party until you eventually unravel yourself from him to return to Wooyoung, ready to head home.

Which leaves Wooyoung here, in his apartment after the two of you somehow managed to lug yourselves back, drunken giggles and incoherent chatter filling the space between you. You’ve pulled him onto his own bed with you, whining about being exhausted, an innocent enough action when considering you’ve known him for so long and are just that comfortable with him. Though, that’s not after Wooyoung spent a good ten minutes rummaging about his kitchen cupboards, in the hopes of finding something to quench his drunken cravings (he had resorted to a bowl of cereal, then subsequently went on to rant how “it’s not pizza,” but he’s too broke to order out, before your patience ultimately started wearing thin).

There’s a moment of silence as you each settle back into his bed, some kind of smutty romantic movie playing on his laptop wedged between you two that was meant to be a joke but is now currently making your drunken mind slip into a spiral as the main character gets plowed in a shower, or whatever, and you sink deeper into the miserable realization that you’re still a virgin in college. Meanwhile, Wooyoung thinks you’ve long since fallen asleep, curled up next to him, though he’s more focused on carefully separating out the marshmallows with his spoon from the rest of the cereal in his now soggy Lucky Charms than anything else.

“God,” Your face scrunches up at the sight unfolding before you on the movie screen, catching his wandering attention. Wooyoung’s surprised to find you wide awake, glancing over to see you huddled up next to his side, your face smooshed up against your hands that are propped up beneath you. Your eyes are on the movie, but you seem to be focused on something else entirely. “Is it always like that? Sex? Like in the movies, and porn? So… Intense?”

Wooyoung barely flinches. “Mmm? Oh, not really. Yeah, it’s good but they definitely glamorize it for show. Like, statistically, women orgasm way less than guys.”

What would you know? His lazy description of it flies right over your head. So, maybe, you’re a virgin, but it’s not like you’ve cared so much about the state of your being before, created as a social construct anyway. But the irritating reality of being a less-than-experienced college student who has only ever kissed two boys and not much else, with the empty promise that you’ll find a special someone eventually, you were starting to lose your patience.

The derailing train of thought continues until you realize you’ve almost forgotten Wooyoung is seated beside you. And maybe his presence being there during your inner drunken monologue is what spurs on your next thought. “Hey, Woo?”

“Yeah?”

“You’d do anything for me, right?”

“Obviously.”

“Would you teach me how to have sex?”

“You want me to do what?” Wooyoung asks this with a gawking dumbfounded expression. Well, no, maybe that’s a bit of an understatement.

He yelps it a little uncouthly, in a manner not at all subtle nor nonchalant as Wooyoung typically carries himself. If you’re being honest, there’s not much that seems to shock the ever brash and brazen Wooyoung but, now, you can say with full confidence that your best friend looks as if he’s seen death ━ and maybe that’s because he almost has, nearly choking on the bite of cereal he had just shoveled into his mouth.

Meanwhile, flip yourself over onto your stomach to look at him, appearing as innocent as if you had simply just asked him what time it is. But he knows better than this, has the words still ringing in his head.

“What?” You ask obliviously now. When you shoot him a curious look over his sudden coughing fit, he looks at you incredulously.

“You want me to have sex with you?”

You let out a sigh. “No. I want you to teach me how to have sex.”

Wooyoung blinks once, then twice. Clearly, he’s still having a hard time registering this. “That’s the same thing, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude right now, Wooyoung. This is serious!” You protest.

“It’s almost three a.m. and you’re drunk. How serious can this be?” Wooyoung scoffs.

“Well, Yeonjun asked me out finally and I’m scared he’s going to make a move,” You ramble on indifferently, picking at a stray piece of lint on his pillow. Your worries seem to spill out of you before you can stop them. “And Jinsol says he’s this experienced sex god or whatever,” You wave your hand dismissively. “And thinks I’m not ready for him. But, like, whatever, y’know? Virginity is such a misogynistic thing anyway! If anything, he’s not ready for me.”

A fact Wooyoung considers to maybe be sort of true. But Wooyoung already knows all about your concerns and plights for love. He certainly has heard all about Yeonjun, but only recently. He’s seen the boy before on campus, though you finally had the privilege of meeting him in one of your classes this semester, and have been talking for nearly the entire semester before the boy worked up the courage to apparently, and finally, ask you out ━ amongst making out with you all night at this party.

Moreover, Wooyoung knows you’re less versed in having done anything sexual, and while he’s heard your many intoxicated rants before on how virginity is simply a social construct, he still knows your desire to wait for the right person, and the way you’ve already had to reject a handful of people and their bold advances before. So, to hear you’ve even begun to consider Yeonjun as a potential prospect is a fact that Wooyoung tells himself he shouldn’t care about because he’s supposed to be happy for you because you’re his best friend. And he is ━ he’s supportive of you and whatever you choose to do ━ but lately any time you mention Yeonjun, he seems to die a little more inside.

To avoid this happening now, Wooyoung tries playfully, “So you kick him in the nuts and run?”

“I’m not going to do that,” You say. “I’m also not planning on sleeping with him on our first date. But I will panic if he tries to make a move and I look like a completely helpless virgin.”

“That’s because you are one,” Wooyoung says this as politely as possible but still feels the need to add swiftly, “And there’s nothing wrong with that! You don’t need to feel pressured into giving him anything he wants.”

“But what if I want to?”

Ah, there it is.

Wooyoung winces, feels his heart seize momentarily in his chest. He hopes you don’t notice. He also hopes briefly that maybe he is choking on his cereal.

“You’re drunk,” Wooyoung tries now, rolling his eyes as if to hide the way his heart skips a beat.

“Look… Last time I said no to someone, you know how that turned out.”

“Yeah, well, Seonghwa was an idiot for that, who only thinks with his dick,” Wooyoung grimaces as the memories flood his mind. “I mean, breaking up with you because you wouldn’t have sex with him after a month of dating, and after dealing with weeks of him pressuring you into it? As if you’d want to risk getting an STD from him━”

“But I understand why he dumped me,” You sigh dismally. “No one in college wants to play the long game for someone when they can easily find a hook-up at the campus bar. But… I don’t know. Yeonjun is different. He’s gentle and understanding. He’s patient, too. I actually like him━” You muse softly, maybe even a little distantly. “A lot. It just feels like everyone here is so experienced, and I don’t want to make a complete fool of myself when the time comes. If things do go anywhere with him, I think I’m ready.”

Wooyoung swallows thickly. Fearing he might choke again if he takes another bite of his cereal, he instead busies himself by setting the bowl on his bedside table and straightening up on his bed.

“I thought you’ve already done… some stuff anyway,” Wooyoung says awkwardly.

At this, you roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t say giving Kyuho a sloppy handjob the summer we graduated high school is exactly experienced.”

“Well… Why would you even want me to teach you?” Wooyoung asks. “I mean━ You get mad at me for calling you dude, and yet you want me to dick you down━”

“Ugh. It sounds weird if you say it like that,” Your nose wrinkles as if the words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. “We don’t even have to go all the way. Just… I don’t know! Teach me the basics!”

“The basics…” Wooyoung scoffs in disbelief.

“Yeah, like foreplay.”

“Foreplay.” You have genuinely started to consider the fact that he’s short-circuited when you hear him say, “But… you have, y’know, done stuff by yourself… right?”

As you register his words, an abrupt wave of embarrassment floods you, warming your cheeks. You sputter for air, and though you’ve been straightforward so far with your demands, you try not to let this particular question mortify you too much by hastily stumbling over your words.

“I-I mean, yeah, only with my hands,” You stammer, “but t-that’s so different!”

“Mmm, not too different,” Wooyoung begs to differ. “Just, like, buy yourself a vibrator or something. I’ll buy you one if you’re nervous, if that’s what this is about━”

“What? No,” You scoff. “Besides, it’s not like it has to make things weird between us, or like we’re gonna fall in love or something dumb. It’s just friends helping friends. Just… Wooyoung, look, I know you’re not a virgin. You’ve definitely talked to me before about your random hook-ups. How would this be any different from those?”

“Uh… Okay, but those are random hook-ups. One and done sort of thing. And because ━ I don’t know, maybe━ you’re my best friend?”

“Even more reason!” You insist hotly. “I’m comfortable with you, and at least I’ll know my first time won’t be a total regret if it’s with you. I trust you the most. I’ve thought about it and it makes sense. If I want my first time to be with anyone, it’s you.”

Oh.

Yeah, okay, fuck Yeonjun, Wooyoung thinks, because you want him to be your first. Him. Not Yeonjun, not anyone else. Wooyoung. He definitely likes the sound of this now, although the apprehension of overstepping any boundaries still looms near.

He inhales deeply, gnawing on his lower lip. He knows it’s insane, and maybe so do you too. The longer he looks at you though, the faster he falls for your charm, gazing up at him with your pretty eyes all round now in a silent plea and shimmering.

In the beat of silence that surpasses between you, reality seems to hit. That, paired with Wooyoung’s sudden quietness, has you fidgeting around until you’re sitting up. You clear your throat. “Or… just forget it. It was stupid of me to ask. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable━”

“I’ll do it.” When Wooyoung realizes he says this a little too quickly, he adds, “If it’s something you really want, of course. I’ll do it for you.”

You gap up at him, a hopeful expression endearing your face. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He waves his hand as if to dismiss the thought, but it’s more than enough for you.

Your gaze brightens as you look up at him, immediate relief washing over you, not quite yet letting the harsh actuality of the situation settle in. The bedroom is silent once more. You each slip back into your normal night routine, as you shift your eyes back onto the movie and Wooyoung takes another bite of his now soggy cereal. As if you’ve done nothing more than haughtily debate the answers to the chemistry test you both took last week. As if nothing has even changed.

“Sooo… how should we do this?” You pipe up innocently a few moments later. “I was thinking before my date with Yeonjun, which is in a week from now. Should I, like, pencil you in to my schedule or━”

“What━?” Wooyoung sputters, a sudden amused grin stretching across his face. “I’m your best friend, not your gynecologist.”

“A dick appointment is the same thing.”

Now, it’s Wooyoung’s turn for his face to scrunch up in disdain.

“Okay, maybe you’re right. Let’s agree to not call this any variation of being dicked down,” he says. “And how does this Friday sound?”

Without much holding you back or to cause any sort of hesitation, you can be heard responding with, “Perfect.”

Or so you think.

But not even Wooyoung quite knows why he agrees to such an insane idea. Maybe he’s a little too loyal and a little too impulsive, knowing he’ll do anything for you ━ but this surely must cross some sort of line.

As it turns out, Friday is not as perfect as you had initially thought. Sort of.

You spend all morning getting ready, as if it really matters. Wooyoung’s not your boyfriend, but you figured if he’s going to be the first boy you let anywhere close to you, you may as well clean up nicely for him. That consisted of various shower yoga poses as you intricately shave, scrub your body twice with some fruity exfoliator, and wear something cuter than your usual loungewear (typically leggings or sweatpants paired with an immensely oversized shirt of Wooyoung’s that you’ve nicked from his closet). But the faster the day draws near, the more nervous you become because maybe this is a little outrageous.

Still, you show up to Wooyoung’s apartment on time, running on nothing but coffee and nerves, your mind whirling with all the possibilities of the night only to come up short.

Because Wooyoung doesn’t initiate anything, and so you certainly don’t initiate anything.

The moment he answers the door after you’ve arrived, he’s all cordial and oblivious, greeting you with a charming, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

He gives you a once over, and it’s only then that you realize you aren’t quite sure what you’re expecting. It’s not as if he’s going to pounce on you the moment he sees you. Oh god, you bemoan to yourself suddenly as you stand on the opposite side of the threshold, maybe you really are a helpless virgin.

“You look nice,” he says. He props the door open. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come in. I ordered your favourite; I think it’s almost here━”

You almost think he’s forgotten about your drunken agreement as the night unfolds as normally as it can, not a word about your arrangement being spoken to one another. In fact, you almost think you’ve dreamt up the outlandish scenario, awaiting a moment that’s only been made up in your head. Instead, the night consists of eating the takeout he’s ordered, then sprawling out on his couch as you watch some movie he’s chosen that you’re not exactly paying much attention to as you wonder what his next move will be. But there’s no need to be nervous around Wooyoung, because he’s your best friend. He would never do anything to purposely make you uncomfortable ━ except maybe passively avoid the obvious major predicament between the two of you.

He’s seated just next to you, one leg bouncing as he keeps his eyes focused on the movie. You’ve taken up the majority of the couch, lounging beside him with your feet kicked up in his lap.

At some point, you decide you can’t take the suspense any longer. You call out his name softly. “Woo?”

“Yeah?”

“What are we doing?”

“Hanging out?”

A skittish snort eclipses your lips as you let out a breath of air you hadn’t realized you were holding in. “No. What are we doing?”

Wooyoung already knows what you’re trying to imply, judging by the way he finally turns to look at you. He runs a hand through his hair.

“I wasn’t planning on jumping into it the minute you walked through my door,” he says finally. “You’re clearly nervous.”

You scoff, sitting up at once. “No, I’m not.”

“Y/N, you’re wearing jeans around me for the first time in months,” he deadpans. “You even did your makeup, and you never do that for me.”

Oh. “Boys notice that kind of stuff?”

“If they care enough about you, yeah,” Wooyoung points out.

An awkward silence saturates the room, at which point you start to panic. “Well… You’re clearly nervous too.”

Wooyoung looks mildly offended by this. “What? No way!”

“You won’t stop bouncing your leg, you’ve barely looked at me all night, and now you’re stalling which is so unlike you because I know it takes you, like, less than ten minutes to get into any girl’s pants━”

Wooyoung frowns. “I’m not stalling━”

But now you’re starting to dread this more and more. The embarrassment of sitting across from your best friend after asking to have sex with him seems to finally sink in. You pry your eyes off of him and look over at the movie once more.

“I just want to make sure it’s right,” he says tenderly, sensing this shift in emotions. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Just because you agreed to it once when you were drunk, doesn’t mean you still feel the same. Things can change overnight. So, if you tell me you’re really ready right now, we can give it a try. But if you’re really nervous, you can be honest with me. We don’t have to do anything, and then we can pretend we never agreed to it in the first place.”

You find yourself pursing your lips. The earnesty in his voice is enough to beckon you to look at him once more. You roll your eyes, as if to hide your timidness. “Well… How would we even start? What even are the basics of foreplay?”

The sheepish expression you’ve adopted is enough to tell him you’re still content with your decision. He fidgets in his seat now, gnawing on the inside of his cheek.

“Er… Well…” he trails off. He takes a deep breath as if to brace himself. “Can’t go wrong with some heavy fondling. It helps if I’m hard━” he winces at the crude words, “which I’m pretty much the complete opposite of right now━”

“Ouch,” You quip lightheartedly. A poor attempt at making a joke to distract you from the awkwardness you feel. “I don’t know if that should be somewhat offensive to me. But okay… How do we… do that?”

But then Wooyoung thinks that may be a little too forward, a little too fast. He bites at his lip.

“Um… We could always make out a little first,” he suggests. “That helps set the mood. Probably something Yeonjun will wanna start off with anyway.”

He adds the last bit in a slightly disgruntled murmur under his breath that goes mostly unnoticed by you, if only because maybe you are more nervous than you let on.

“So… Should we…?” You gesture vaguely between the two of you.

Wooyoung pauses, as if considering his options. Then, he sidles up next to you, reaching out carefully to cup the side of your face. Suddenly, you have no voice. All you can do is nod, waiting with bated breath. He leans in slowly, eyes flickering to your lips just before they flutter shut. Just before he can kiss you, you murmur out loud, “This is weird.”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung admits sheepishly. “Maybe we’re thinking too much into it? It’s like you said. We’re just a couple of friends, helping each other out. Nothing weird about that.”

“Yeah, sure.” You can’t help but laugh. “Okay! Whatever. Let’s just get on with it.”

Wooyoung obliges. He’s closer now, mere inches away from the tip of your nose. “Can I?”

You nod again, bracing yourself. You wonder briefly what makes you so nervous, and wonder some more when you realize it isn’t because you don’t not want to kiss him. Because you do, a self-indulgent thought beckoning to taste his lips on yours even if you know it might be wrong.

He leans in again. You can feel his minty breath tingle against your neck, and it sends a delighted chill down your spine.

“I’m not a good kisser,” You stop him for a third time, though now you’re simply racking your brain for excuses to make up for your rigid self. Your voice is a weak croak. “I haven’t done this in a while. Don’t make fun of me when you realize━”

“Y/N,” Wooyoung lets out a breathless laugh. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

“I know, I know. It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you, because I do ━ not in that way, I just meant for the experience, but━”

But Wooyoung isn’t listening anymore. Finally, his lips smooth over yours, all soft and velvety. Your heart leaps in your chest, and though you’ve felt the sensation of a kiss before, there’s something odd yet satisfying with feeling Wooyoung’s mouth on yours. He kisses you chastely, just once before he pulls away to check on you. He notes the dazed dreamy look on your face, and finds that he’s smiling to himself until he hears you quip sluggishly━

“This is so dumb.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Guess we can stop.”

“Wait, no. Kiss me again.”

So, he does, with a smirk that you feel ghosting across your mouth. Only this time he lets his hand slide from your cheek to the back of your neck, guiding you towards him for another kiss that’s much more eager and fervent, his tongue laving at your lower lip. He’s still cautious, treating you delicately, as if not quite sure where exactly the line crosses. But your head is spinning by now, and everything seems fuzzy and faint yet heightened all at once.

In this light, Wooyoung looks ravishing. Different. Irresistible. He’s always been attractive, but something seems to switch in your head making you acutely aware of just how devastatingly handsome he truly is. That, and the lewd thought of being in such a compromising position with him has a special type of warmth pooling between your legs.

With a head full of clouds and your face heating, you murmur, “Are you hard yet?”

An amused laugh rumbles against your mouth from him. “Well, I’m not a thirteen year old boy anymore, so, no. It takes a little more than that.”

“Like what?”

“Er… Some touching, usually,” he admits. “Or… If that seems too far, you could always sit on my lap.”

You hurry to oblige, pushing yourself to your knees and then straddling him. As you sit back onto his lap, he’s quick to catch your lips on his once more. It’s even harder to focus now, with the way he feels your chest arch forward and your hips dig a little harsher into his out of instinct as you wiggle to get comfortable. Everything feels foreign, yet comfortable, heightened sensitivity and feelings. While you’re also desperate to feel some sort of friction, you hesitate.

“You can move,” Wooyoung suggests, as if sensing your apprehension. He’s gesturing vaguely to your hips nestled against his.

Chasing the desire, you give an experimental roll of your hips, teeth sinking into your lower lip. “Like this?”

“Y-Yeah.” Wooyoung fidgets beneath you. “Fuck━ A bit faster━ Yeah, just like that.”

He hisses in delight when you oblige, his hands flying out to grip at your hips, and the sudden confident movement as he presses you a little more firmly against him makes your head spin violently. You realize quite suddenly you’ve never seen him so distracted, so intensely focused on something. On you.

He leans forward to kiss you again, needier than before. As he nips at your lips, a whimper sounds from you ━ a feeling and noise so unusual to you, and certainly to Wooyoung who could have only ever dreamt of having you wrapped around him like this. He fumbles to hear more, nipping and sucking his way down to your jawline, then neck. As your hips twitch above his, you notice a sudden growing hardness poking at your inner thigh.

“Woo━” You moan. “I━”

You lose yourself in the moment, so caught up in this unusual wave of pleasure washing over you. Behind closed doors, you’ve touched yourself before, have grinded against your pillow to desperately feel something, but this? He’s not even in you and you’re already struggling to keep yourself composed. Wooyoung must notice this, the way your brow creases together in hard concentration, the way your fingers fly out to thread in his hair. Suddenly, as if something carnal seems to switch within him, he wants nothing more than to make an absolute mess of you.

Still, he finds a moment of clarity, rasping against your throat, “Do you still want to keep going?”

“Y-Yes.”

“We can stop whenever you want,” His tongue lavs against your throat. “Just tell me.”

You nod. “I know.”

“Good,” he hums. “Then let’s move this to the bed. Now, please.”

A gasp tumbles from your lips when you feel Wooyoung sit upright beneath you, large palms gripping your thighs as he whisks you away to his room. He plops you onto his bed with a soft bounce of the mattress, wedging himself between your legs at once. You fumble to grasp at his face in your haste, so drunk off of him and the adrenaline, pulling him down for another kiss and he relents at once. His hands find the hem of your shirt, tugging at it in a wordless gesture that has you silently following suit when he pulls it up and over your head. When he reaches for your bra, you start to panic, though in a way that makes you embarrassed more than anything else. As if stripping down to nothing in front of him is somehow more intimate than what you’re already doing with him. You’re more than comfortable with him, but you decide you’d rather take things as slow as you can.

You stop him shyly, whispering, “Not yet.”

He obeys at once, pulling back his hand and replacing his hasty efforts with a sweet kiss to your temple. “Okay. It’s okay. Where do you want me?”

Chewing at your lower lip, you decide to take the lead. You grab at his hand, and bring it between your thighs, cupping your clothed pussy. He watches you with hooded sultry eyes, from the way you innocently press his palm against your jeans, to the way your bra strap falls down one shoulder, and the way your teeth tug at your lip.

His fingers pull at your belt loop. “Can we take these off?”

You nod, and so he helps you shed them with ease until you’re left in a pair of cotton pink panties, the front of which is already stained with a wet patch, that he can’t help but admire.

“Cute,” he snickers.

“Wooyoung,” You whine sheepishly.

A moment of clarity seems to strike him, and he leans down to plant a kiss to the underside of your jaw. “I’ll treat you right,” he promises huskily. “Tonight’s all about you.”

“Wh-What should I do?”

“Mmm,” he ponders aloud for a moment. He pulls away once more to look at you. “Touch yourself first for me. I wanna see what you can do.”

“I━ I’m not very good at it,” You stammer hotly. “Can never really get off.”

“You don’t have to be good at it, as long as it feels good,” he says. “Does it feel good?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Always with your hands, or with a toy?”

“My hands.” And maybe the occasional thought of you, a voice sheepishly points out in the back of your head, but you’ll be damned if you ever tell him that. Because the only time you ever really have felt a high when masturbating was technically when you’ve thought of him ━ and the thought alone was lewd enough to startle you away from ever thinking of him again.

Now, you realize Wooyoung is gazing at you, awaiting an answer. “Well… Go on.”

You do as you’re told, fingers fluttering across your clothed clit, pressing against it firmly enough to elicit a soft gasp. Wooyoung watches as you start to rub small slow circles against yourself, and you feel his eyes burning against every inch of your skin. It makes you both timid yet excited, and you indulge in his attention a little longer.

“Tell me,” Wooyoung murmurs. “What does it feel like?”

“Warm,” You rasp. “And w-wet. So wet━”

“Finger yourself,” he commands, and you obey wordlessly.

You push aside the material of your panties, running your thumb along your growing wetness. You’re surprised to find the stickiness between your thighs is a pooling mess, and all because of him. You can’t help but slip your middle finger past your folds, pumping it into yourself carefully.

“Like this?” You gasp.

“You can play with yourself,” he says. “Tease yourself. Imagine every little thing you want to have happen to you, and do it.”

So, you do, dragging your finger out to spread your wetness along your clit as you rub figure-eights against it. Then, you dip your finger back into your throbbing cunt, this time adding your index finger to stretch yourself out.

Elsewhere, propped on his knees between your spread legs, Wooyoung has hastily unzipped the top of his jeans, pulling his dick free from the confinements in a needy haste to relieve himself. He’s bigger than you ever could have imagined, red tip swollen and shining with precum, and the sight alone makes the room spin even more violently. Gripping the base of his cock, he pumps himself leisurely, hissing under his breath as he watches your every move. The sight, paired with the feeling of your finger sinking deeper into you with every thrust, has your walls clench and a sudden moan tumbles from your lips as your head tosses itself backward.

A small thought in the back of your head warns you that you shouldn’t be doing this, that being in such a crude position with Wooyoung is sure to be detrimental to your friendship ━ yet, you can’t seem to stop, and nor can he. You’re intoxicated solely by him, in a dazed trance to feel more of him.

“Wooyoung━” You whimper. “Touch me, please. Help me━”

“Yeah?”

“Please,” You whine, and Wooyoung swears he nearly comes then and there. How can he not, with how utterly sexy you look? So desperate for him, one hand buried in your swollen and leaking cunt, wide eyes gazing up at him.

He fumbles to help, sloppily shoving himself back into his jeans, if only to settle between your thighs once more. He’s startled when you reach out for him, impatient hands tugging at his face to pull him down for a zealous kiss and he grins against your mouth. Then, parting from you with much difficulty, he shifts his weight until he’s hovering over your core, hot breath fanning against you and making your hips twitch.

“Look at you,” he tuts. “Such a pretty mess. Will you let me have a taste?”

“Yes, please,” You beg, thighs instinctively spreading wider for him.

He swipes his thumb at your folds once, and you realize so suddenly how your clumsy hands pale in comparison to his expert ones. Or, maybe, the strange, newfound feeling of his rough hands now all gentle touches has you yearning to bask in the sensation a little longer.

“Ooh,” You bite at the inside of your cheek. “Woo…”

Your breath hitches as he nudges aside your underwear before leaning down to lick at your clit, pressing the wet muscle flat against the bundle of nerves. He teases his tongue against it, flicking it back and forth, and your thighs threaten to close around his head as your eyes roll back.

“F-Fuck━ Wooyoung!”

His head pops up almost immediately at your broken cry, surprising even yourself. Concern creases his brow momentarily at your scrunched up face. “What’s wrong? Did it hurt?”

“No,” You feel your face burn as you admit the truth aloud. “N-No, it felt good. I━ Don’t stop.”

An amused chuckle sounds from him, vibrating up your whole body. He busies himself by returning to his ministrations, tongue lapping at your clit in an obscene manner, all warm and wet around you. His fingers come up to swipe at your folds, gliding your slickness along yourself and then spreading you open. He feels you tremor above him, a choked moan tumbling from your mouth. Every little motion he does to you seems to earn a reaction, and Wooyoung suddenly craves to have you coming on his tongue again and again but he relents. Above all else, he wants nothing more than to make sure you’re comfortable.

“You’re so sensitive,” he hums, delighted. “Fuck, it’s so hot.”

He carefully pushes two fingers past your folds as his mouth wraps around your clit to suck at the tender bud; glancing up past his lashes, he sees your scrunched up face, and a hand clamped over your mouth.

He pauses fleetingly enough to murmur attentively against you, “Is this good?”

It’s the soft tone that underlies it that makes you acutely aware in all your pleasure that he’s checking in on you but all you can do in the moment is nod, your words a jumble in your mind. “Yes. M-More.”

The sensation starts to build up in your core, sending you into a spiral that has you writhing beneath him. He presses his arm across your pelvic bone to anchor you in place as his fingers stretch you out.

“Fuck━ Shit, Wooyoung,” You rasp through panting breaths. “That feels so good. I think I’m gonna━”

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he asks. In the heat of the moment, you don’t necessarily register the pet name, aside from the fact that hearing it come from Wooyoung makes your heart flutter. A sudden curl of his fingers upwards has your back arching off the bed. Your hands fumble blindly to thread your own digits through his hair, clutching so tightly at the root, he hisses into your cunt. “Come on. You can do it, baby. Let go; make a mess all over my face━”

Your jaw unhinges in a silent moan, so overwhelmed by the way he’s making you feel, lewd wet squelches of his fingers sinking into you and his tongue and mouth sucking at your clit filling your head. You can sense your orgasm approaching, only this time the magnitude of it is far different than anything you’ve experienced before and your face flushes hot.

“Wooyoung━”

Your voice splinters off as your orgasm washes over you, sending you into hysterics, twisting and turning beneath him. Whimpers and moans of delight fill Wooyoung’s ears as he helps you ride out your high, your hands twisting a little rougher in his hair and causing him to groan against you. He stops to watch you in all your unabashed glory, until you’ve calmed down enough to see him gazing at you with hooded eyes. Realizing you’ve never been so vulnerable, so dishevelled, in front of him, you clamp a hand over your face suddenly, turning away from him as you murmur sheepishly, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why?” he chuckles. He clambers back up to you, his thumb pressing comforting circles into your hip. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. And, just so you know, that was fucking hot.”

“Wooyoung,” You whine. You hate the way your heart flutters in your chest, and you pray he doesn’t notice.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung can’t help but admire how devastatingly adorable you are, so shy even after spreading yourself wide for him. Instead, he carefully takes your hand away from your face and presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Still good?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna call it a night?”

“No,” You gnaw at your lower lip. “I want… I think━no, I know━I’m ready.”

Even in the dark, you can see Wooyoung’s eyes shimmer fondly. He dips his head to kiss at the underside of your jaw. “Is it something you still want with me?”

“Yes,” You moan.

“Okay.” He wonders if you can hear the excitement in his voice. “We can still stop whenever you want. Just tell me, okay?”

Suddenly, he’s almost as nervous as you are, and every touch he lands on you is somehow softer than before. He kisses up your neck to your lips, then back down to your collarbones. His fingers pluck at your bra strap, and you pause him briefly to sit up a bit straighter and undo it yourself. As you toss it away, Wooyoung’s sultry gaze sweeps over the swell of your nude breasts and he groans. He can’t help but reach out for them, kneading the soft flesh of one in his hand, tweaking at the nipple; his mouth descends on the other one, tongue flicking around the sensitive bud.

“You’re fucking breathtaking,” he mumbles. “Can’t get enough of you.”

“You don’t have to be so sappy,” You tease with a half-hearted giggle that sounds more like a soft moan. “You’re gonna make me blush again.”

“You’re my best friend,” he retorts. “I’m allowed to be sappy about you. Plus, if this is your first time, I want it to be all about you.”

“Well, get naked already,” You roll your eyes, jabbing your finger at his side. ��I’ll feel less awkward.”

“If you insist,” he grins against you, planting one last kiss to your collarbones before pulling away.

Your hands meet his halfway to fumble for his shirt but, in your haste, your knuckles accidentally knock against his cheekbone. He lets out a tiny “oof!” to which you snicker a quick apology, and then he grabs at your hand and kisses the tips of your fingers.

“One sec━” he hums. “Need a condom, and lube.”

As soon as he’s stripped out of his pants and underwear, he reaches over to his nightstand and pulls open a drawer to dig around inside. Then, settling back on his knees between your legs, he procures a bottle of lube which he tosses next to you and a condom which he rips open the wrapper of with his teeth. One hand grips his dripping swollen cock, and you eye him eagerly.

“It’s a good thing you’re prepared,” You snort. “Guess you know how to really treat a woman.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” he quips lightly.

A disapproving shake of your head makes him snicker. Then, he focuses on unraveling the condom down his length. He nestles himself a bit closer to you, grabbing the bottle of lube and opening it to squirt a few pumps of it onto your already glistening pussy and his own dick.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in response. “What should I do?”

“Just relax,” he says. “It shouldn’t hurt but, if it does or if you’re uncomfortable, tell me. I’ll stop.”

You swallow your nerves as he guides the tip of his cock to your core, bracing yourself. You trust him with your whole life, and so you’re not worried about him hurting you; rather, you’re more anxious to feel something you’ve never experienced before. With one hand gripping himself, and the other gripping your hip, he carefully pushes the tip of himself past your walls. Your reaction is immediate, a delighted whimper sounding from not only you but even Wooyoung ━ a noise so sexy, your walls throb around him.

“Fuuck,” he grunts, face scrunching up in pure pleasure. “More?”

“P-Please,” You mewl.

He relents, pushing into you slowly, inch by inch as he takes his time and lets you adjust to his size, stretching you so wide, you feel as if you won’t be able to hold anymore. It’s foreign, uncomfortable, yet not in a way that’s painful but rather a newfound sensation that you’ll quickly adjust to. You marvel at how quick you are to abandon any sheepishness around him, instead looking impatiently forward to him stretching you open. As he sinks hilt deep into you, guided easily by the lube, his breath stutters and he pauses. He melts against you, kissing at your neck.

“Fuck, Wooyoung,” You whine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck━ I feel so━ So full.”

His cock twitches inside you from your words, and he bites down a little harshly against your neck, causing you to moan. He swallows thickly, head spinning. “Good?”

You nod sluggishly. “You can move.”

So, he does. Leisurely at first, pulling out of you just enough only to glide back into you, adopting a steady rhythm.

“Put your legs up,” he says. “Around my waist.”

You do as you’re told, letting him help you hitch one of your legs around him, his palm hot and heavy as it clutches at your thigh. The new angle makes it feel as if he sinks deeper into your pussy with each thrust in, and you wrap your arms around his neck as if clinging onto him will help brace you against the growing pleasure. When he reaches down to rub his finger at your clit still sensitive from your first orgasm, your whole body shakes and your walls clench around his length. He seems to lose himself in the feeling, moaning as he slams his dick into you a little rougher than usual, sending you teetering upward on the bed and earning an elated cry from you.

“Fuck,” He sputters. “Shit, I’m sorry. Did that hurt━”

“No,” You cut him off quickly, grabbing at his face in a drunken stupor to kiss him feverishly. “Fuck, no, Wooyoung. More. Give me more, please. You can go faster, harder.”

Wooyoung can’t deny the sudden spark of glee within him, wanting nothing more than to tear into you, send you into a sobbing mess. The thought is only spurred on even further when he thinks about the fact that you want it to be him, and not Yeonjun. That it’s him in this position with you, and not Yeonjun. Him being the first one to fuck your pussy, and not Yeonjun.

“Yeah?” he growls. “Gonna let me wreck this pussy? Make it mine?”

“P-Please,” You whimper. “Oh my god.”

His hips snap into yours swiftly, and a little harsher each time, while still within caution not to get too excited with you. Still, he completely ravishes you, his finger swiping at your clit as his mouth moves down to your breasts which bounce with each thrust, his teeth tugging lightly at your perked bud.

“Shit, you’re so good. Doing so well, baby,” he grunts. “Ah━ You’re taking my dick so fucking well. Fuck━”

He curses under his breath when his dick nearly threatens to spill from you, both from the oozing lube and the growing wetness pooling between your legs. He hastens to shove himself back inside you, his pace never stuttering. The bed creaks with each thrust as he pounds into you, the lewd noises of him sinking into you and both of your breathy moans filling the room. Tears of ecstasy start to brim your eyes, the familiar hotness burning at your stomach and core, but tenfold. The sight is truly one to behold for Wooyoung, seeing you so overwhelmed and frazzled. Your hips desperately try to buck up for more, your brows pinch together at the sensation, your teeth tugging at your lower lip so mean he’s sure it’ll bruise. And all because of him.

“Wooyoung,” You cry. “I can’t━ I’m gonna come━”

“Fuck, yes,” he rasps. “Wanna feel you cream around my cock so badly. Come for me.”

But he senses you’re close even without you telling him, judging by the way your walls spasm around his dick wildly. A few more thrusts, and you’re tumbling over the edge, tears streaming from your eyes as the pleasure completely enraptures you. You’re gone for a moment, head in the clouds and pupils glazed over, moaning nothing but his name. The sudden gush of wetness around his dick surprises even him, the both of you moaning aloud.

“Yes, holy shit,” he grunts, letting out a breathless chuckle. “Just like that.”

“Wooyoungie.”

The use of the silly and endearing nickname is what sends him to his orgasm, so sweet sounding in nature yet so broken and exhausted nonetheless. He lets you pull him down for a heated kiss as he thrusts himself into you sloppily.

“So sexy,” he whines. You clench around him so tightly at his words that he feels as if he can’t move, sputtering for air. “Ah━ Ah━ Yes, keep doing that. Gonna come. Wish I was filling you up━”

In the heat of the moment, neither of you seem to notice his choice of words. Instead, with one final shuddering ram of his hips, he comes. You gasp as you feel his dick twitch deep within your walls as he spills into the condom with a sudden rushing warmth between your legs. Your name wretches from his throat in a delirious cry so hot you nearly come again. He rides his high out a bit carelessly, murmuring a soft sorry when he realizes you’re cringing from the oversensitivity and stopping at once. Then, with the room finally falling silent, he slumps against your chest like a comfortable heavy weight.

Neither of you speak as you calm from your highs, his lips leaving fluttering kisses across your neck and jawline. As he pulls out of you and rips off the tainted condom to carefully dispose of it, you moan softly. The abrupt emptiness is not at all what you’re expecting, and you already miss his warmth. In his absence, the realization of the night threatens to dawn on you but, fortunately, it’s not for long, as Wooyoung curls back into bed with you with a pair of sweatpants on, tucking you into his chest and shedding any potential worries from your mind.

Moreover, you’re made aware of just how exhausted you are. Your body is starting to ache, and you want nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms in his bed. He’s content with letting you rest for a moment, fingers threading soothingly through your hair, before he tugs you delicately to your feet.

“Wooyoung,” You whine.

He smiles down at you, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “You good?”

“I’m so tired. Lemme sleep…”

“Shh, I know,” he hums. “Don’t fall asleep on me just yet. I’m gonna run you a bath.”

God, you love him. Not in that way. But the abrupt sleepy thought pops into your head as he helps you into his bathroom and settles you into the tub as he lets the running water wash over you until it’s filled up to your chest and the bathroom is balmy. He sits beside you on the floor, resting his hand on the edge of the tub next to where your head is propped up.

“Thank you,” You whisper faintly.

“What are best friends for?”

You look up at him past your lashes which are now heavy with sleep, and he brushes your hair out of your eyes. You catch him already staring down at you softly in a way you can’t quite explain.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You taunt.

“Dunno,” he shrugs. “I think I just fell in love with you.”

“Oh, shut up.”

But he laughs, and so you laugh, because you know it’s a joke. The wide cheeky grin on his face is surely enough to make you think so. Why would you have any suspicion to think otherwise?

Eventually, he’ll obey your silent wishes and pull you back into bed with him like always, the past events slipping away in a dreamlike state and leaving you as just a pair of innocent best friends. Nothing more, nor less.

Whatever the case, you’re content with your choices.

(And Wooyoung’s content with his).

You’ve only just returned home from your classes that Monday when you’re greeted to an unusual sight at your doorstep in the shape of a small black gift box with a shiny silver bow on top. Granted, it’s not as unusual because you had gotten a sort of cryptic text from Wooyoung earlier that stated simply, “left u a gift at urs. let me know when u get it.”

So, whisking it up and taking it inside your apartment, you settle it onto your kitchen counter and open it only to choke on nothing but air. Because there, nestled inside is a vibrant hot pink vibrator. It’s so shocking, in fact, that you almost miss the note that’s beside it before you pluck it up in a frenzied haste.

A little something for practice ( P.S. You can thank me later ) ~ Wooyoung

And Wooyoung’s none the wiser when he gets a phone call from you a minute later, with you exclaiming loudly, “You’re such a dick!” but at least it makes him chuckle.

“They say practice makes perfect,” Wooyoung points out. Pausing briefly, he adds, “Not that it wasn’t good, just so you know, but... Uh... you know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t, Wooyoung━” You ramble on about something else related to the toy, but even you can’t help but dissolve into a fit of giggles the longer the conversation goes on. And, in the back of your head, are his past words as they echo back to you.

What are best friends for?

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