14&16 with baek or yeol?
→ baekhyun- “just sit down and let me take care of you” & “i just want to help you relax”
*word count: 1.5k
Friends help each other out.
Best friends do whatever they can to help each other out, no questions asked.
Baekhyun is your best friend. You love him to death and will fight any female for him if need be. He’ll kick a guys ass if you aren’t capable of doing enough damage. You’ve known each other for over a decade, and over the years your friendship has only gotten stronger.
The two of you always offer each other a helping hand. You help each other pick out clothes, go grocery shopping together to make things easier, dye each other’s hairs when you’re too broke to get it professionally done, and so much more.
So it’s nothing out of the ordinary when Baekhyun’s hands find their way on your shoulders, fingers softly digging into your muscles to loosen the knots that have been getting bigger and tighter over the last few days. Your whole body has been tense from working and working out, warm baths doing very little to ease your stiff muscles. A simple passing complaint in the middle of your conversation while fixing your hair up to look presentable for the lunch date you two planned for the day had Baekhyun standing up from his seat on the edge of your bed to come to your rescue. You set your brush down when he moved your hair over your shoulder, holding yourself up with your hands on the edge of the counter.
But there’s definitely a line that even the best of friends shouldn’t cross, no matter how long you’ve known each other or how bad the situation is.
Maybe it’s your fault.
His fingertips dug into the worst cramp in the junction where your shoulder and neck meet, the pressure of his fingers starting as the most painful feeling you’d felt in a while before the muscle is loosened and the most blissful feeling replaces it, your head tilting to the side and eyes closing.
“Focus right there,” you instructed, suddenly breathless.
You didn’t mean to let the sound slip out, but when’s the last time you got a massage? His seemingly skilled fingers hit just the right spot once again, and before you could stop it, your mouth opened and a low moan escaped.
And now his grip is tighter and his lips are trailing up the side of your outstretched neck.
It’s his fault for knowing exactly what to do.
“Baek,” you breathe out, cracking your eyes open to catch the view of the two of you in the mirror. “What are you doing?”
He lifts his eyes to catch your gaze before his hands slip down to the curve of your shoulders, pulling you back and into your room.
“Just sit down and let me take care of you,” he directs, gently pushing you down on your bed by your shoulders.
Your body listens to him while your brain screams at you. You’ve given him shoulder massages plenty of times when he didn’t know his limit when lifting weights, but it never ended up like this. It confuses you why you’re your body is so okay with Baekhyun’s continued kisses behind your ear after he plops down behind you on the mattress. It confuses you why you lean back into his chest, the top of your back meeting his hard pecs while his hands knead at your aching sides.
“Baekhyun,” you try again, barely any sound to your voice.
“You’ve been overworking yourself lately,” he gently scolds, lips moving along your earlobe. “Since you don’t want to take care of your body, I will.” Following his words, a hand ventures lower to reach for your bare thigh, rubbing at the stiff muscles. His fingertips glide towards your inner thigh after a while, wet kisses pressing along your jaw.
Your body is molten hot. Your tank top and shorts seem like too much clothing now. There’s a completely different ache than the ones in your muscles building in between your legs and his tongue dragging slowly down the edge of your jaw only makes it worst.
All too soon every part of his body is off of you, ripping you out of your trance and you hadn’t even realized your eyes were shut again when you open them.
“Lay down for me?” he asks, staring down at you from where he stood up.
“Wait,” you call out even though your body is once again listening to him without a thought, landing on your stomach and craning your head to look at him from over your shoulder. “What about lunch?”
“If I take too long we can get dinner,” Baekhyun chuckles, one of his knees sinking into your mattress beside you.
His hands find the waistband of your shorts, arms curling around your body to undo the button. Although you lifted your hips for him to make things easier, when the zipper is pulled down and his fingers are curling into the waistband to tug the denim down, you look up at him again.
“Can I?” he asks, tilting his head. “I just want to help you relax, ____.”
The tone of his voice send a spark right down your spine and out of all of the years you’ve known your best friend, you’ve never wanted him on you as bad as you do now. You can’t find it in you to give a real response, shoving your face into your pillow at the embarrassing thoughts of wanting to feel his lips everywhere. The muffled hum you give him is enough for him to pull your shorts and panties down in one swift movement, lifting your feet to completely remove the clothing.
There’s a shift and then a low chuckle behind you, and when you look back at him again he’s biting his lips and staring at your glistening folds intently.
In any other situation, with any other person, your skin wouldn’t heat up so much and you wouldn’t be hiding your face. But it’s Baekhyun. Undeniably attractive but undeniably the goofiest person you know. The guy that kept his shirt on whenever you went to the pool up until very recently because he didn’t want to be exposed. The guy that doesn’t even feel comfortable telling you or any of his guy friends about his sexual experiences.
And when his hands are on your hips and pulling them upward until you’re settled on your knees, your lower lips spreading at the new position and exposing places you never would’ve imaged Baekhyun would see, your chest gets heavy and your palms get sweaty. Gentle hands smooth over your ass, spreading the cheeks and lifting your lower half up even more before a warm tongue laps up your folds. Your breath catches in your throat, followed by the neediest moan you’ve ever heard come from yourself slipping out when his lips wrap around your clit. Suddenly it’s too hard to breathe and your head turns to the side, the following noises that resonate throughout the room loud and clear.
For someone who acts like such a prude with your group of friends talk about sex, his tongue slithers into your pussy right before plunging in and out at the perfect speed that has you choking on whatever sound that attempted to leave your mouth. Your fingers curl into your bed spread, ass sticking further into the air as your back arches at the pleasure zipping up your spine.
“Baek,” you say around a catch of breath. “Shit B— fuck!”
His fingers replace his tongue in favor of the tip of the wet muscle digging into your clit, flicking up and down repeatedly. He adds more pressure, rolling his tongue over the most sensitive part of your body intently until one of your hands is reaching out and grasping his wrist, needing something sturdier to hold onto as you feel yourself come undone around his digits and mouth. Your thighs argue with the position they’re in; shaking and trying to collapse when the mind-blanking bliss takes over your body, white appearing behind your tightly shut eyelids and the most wanton cry bubbling from your throat echoing through your room. Your inner walls clench around his pretty fingers and your clit pulses against his even prettier lips when you finally come down from your high and soon those gorgeous parts of his body are leaving your pussy, one last loud slurp reverberating in the space of the room when he thoroughly sucks up all of your essences.
Without his hands supporting you up, your knees get their wish when they slide down your comforter until you’re lying flat on your stomach.
“Feel better?” Baekhyun rasps out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
You move to turn over on your back but then there’s a sharp pain in your lower back, worst than it was before.
“You actually made it worst,” you whine, flopping back down face first.
“Then I guess I’ll just help you out a little more.”