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summary: a group of college students are forced into a semester long interdisciplinary group project, and their chat quickly devolves into academic chaos, sleep deprived rants, and a suspicious amount of tension between jeong yunho and you.

chapter warnings and tags: SMUT (mdni), dom!yunho, sub!fem!reader, dirty talk, hair pulling, marking, fingering, penetration (they wrapped it LIKE YOU SHOULD), lil spitting and saliva kink, size kink, team bigcock!yunho agenda, not proofread, we die like men, if i left out anything lmk!

word count: 5k

a/n: listen, uh...i didn't plan on writing this much or straight up smut but what can i say im a whore. pretty sure this is my first published smut so go easy on me:D enjoy!

part 19.5* written chapter (mdni im begging)

There’s a specific feeling one gets when they are right on the border of sleeping and being awake. Like you’re dancing on a wire of dream, floating, but something is anchoring you to the ground. That’s the way you’re feeling - soaring through nothing yet everything, your thoughts turning into pieces of an incoherent dream - but something is holding you down. Warmth envelopes you, and for a second, you let it linger.

You hear birds chirping outside, you feel sunlight brushing your face, and dancing across your skin.

And then the warmth around you twitches.

It spurs you awake, and you sink back into your own body.

You feel a breath against your ear, and as hot as it is, it serves more as a bucket of ice-cold water getting dumped on you, the way it jerks you fully, irrevocably awake. You’re pressed against Yunho’s chest, one of his arms under your neck, the other curled across your midriff, palm flush against the bottom of your ribcage. His legs are tangled with yours so tightly that you cannot make out where you begin and where he finishes.

Sweet Jesus.

While this situation is not unwelcome, you were not expecting to end up here after the soft, intimate conversation you had with him last night. This morning. Something along those lines.

Your mind flits back to the way your stomach jumped slightly, every single time his eyes flew to your lips for a second, so fast you shouldn't have noticed, had it not been for the intensity with which you maintained his eye contact.

You don’t dare move.

You don’t dare make a single twitch to show you’re awake.

Maybe it is wrong - being awake while he is curled around you in such a way, without him knowing, but you aren’t ready to separate from this feeling. With being in his arms. You feel their strength against your skin, tight, sinewy muscles flexing and twitching in his sleep. His shoulders are wide as they curl around your back - something you haven’t had much chance to notice with how he seems to prefer loversized hoodies and sweaters. Now, with only a soft white t-shirt on, you feel him solid and real behind you, and you can’t help smiling into your pillow.

Yunho then jerks in his sleep again, and this time, his hips shift against the soft swell of your ass and you hear him give a sharp inhale as he wakes himself. You stay still as you feel him wake slowly, immediately moving his morning wood away from you while getting a general bearing of where he is. And where you are.

Thinking you are still asleep, he releases a breathy curse and groans into his pillow. He doesn’t try to remove his arms from around you, only his hips, and while you have no experience with having those infamous morning boners yourself, you can’t imagine his position of half-around, half-away from you being anywhere near comfortable.

You look behind your shoulder, your lips skimming his veiny forearm.

The sight that greets you might be one of the most adorable things you have ever seen.

A profoundly dishevelled Yunho, his hair mussed and fluffy, a shade of pink stretching from his ear to the tops of his cheekbones, stares back at you with eyes so wide you see the white all around them. His cupid’s bow is puffy as he opens and closes his mouth. He looks so, so handsome.

Even though you smile into your own shoulder, you can’t hide the crinkle of skin around your eyes as you look him over.

“Good morning,” you say, watching carefully as Yunho blinks a couple of times and flexes his fingers against the skin of your ribcage, shaking the last remnants of sleep away.

“Morning,” he rasps back, and just like the multitude of times last night, his eyes flick down to your lips, half hidden behind your shoulder.

You find it funny how different he is outside of your studies and project work. The contrast between the soft look in his eyes now and the intensity that fills them when he is talking about neuroscience or tries to explain a concept that he’s entirely convinced should be included in the research.

“Do you know what time it is?” his voice is hoarse with sleep and the hours you spent talking in the early hours of last night. This morning. Honestly, whatever, you want to do something to ease the tension building up beneath your skin, the anticipation still curling like smoke in your stomach.

“No clue,” you respond before stretching away from his arms to reach for your phone on the nightstand.

Now, you would say that what happened was entirely by accident - but you would be lying a little bit.

As your arm moves, you stabilize yourself with your thighs, and at the same time push your ass slightly back - right into the hardness he sports, and you hear as he hisses and groans another soft “fuck” under his breath.

You grab your phone and quickly look back with an apology on your lips, but the second your eyes fall on his face, the breath leaves your lungs, and the half-uttered “oh I’m so sorry” is long forgotten on your tongue.

Yunho’s head is tilted down towards his boner, but his eyes are trained on you, a sharp and knowing look in his eyes, all traces of his earlier sleepiness gone in the flash of a moment. He glares at you from beneath his lashes, unblinking, mussed hair skimming his brows, and you feel your heartbeat climbing up your throat.

The hand that was flat against your ribcage is now trembling slightly, his long fingers bunching your shirt into his fists. Yunho’s eyes don’t leave yours, but you feel their intensity, the meaning behind it in your entire body. Perhaps it is his sleep-addled state that inhibits any control he usually holds on himself, but it makes the edge and focus of his gaze on you even fiercer.

“Y/n,” he hums, his voice an octave lower, the grumble of his broad chest licking a delicious swipe up your spine, “don’t tell me that was on purpose.”

“Why not?” you challenge him, and he raises an eyebrow at your tone - the very same one you have when going against him over the project.

Yunho says nothing as he grips you harder, and in a single motion pulls your entire body flush against him. His gentle and shy demeanor about his morning wood disappears entirely when his hard length presses against the thin material of your sleeping shorts. You let him, and you feel high and dizzy when you notice just how much larger his body is than yours.

“Because I don’t have as much control over myself as I would prefer,” his gaze never leaves yours as his fingers travel across your stomach, the shirt that has now ridden up giving him free access to your bare skin, hot, tense, and covered in goosebumps. The arm beneath your neck shifts as he reaches back and trails his fingers across your cheeks - a surprisingly soft gesture compared to the unblinking focus in his eyes.

You tilt your head up and let the edges of your lips curl into a small smile, your own desire overriding all sensibility. “Who said anything about you needing to control yourself?”

Your words hit their target, thinly veiled need making itself obvious as you arch your back further into him. His eyes flare and roll back as he grips your hair in the back of your head, angling you so he can watch your face better. You fight to keep your eyes open and not let them flutter closed with the pleasure that spikes in you.

Your lips are now dangerously close to his. Your noses are touching, and you feel the warmth of his breath on your cheeks.

“I need to kiss you,” he whispers, the need for permission latent regardless of his steely gaze and sharp hold on you. You smile before looking away, sudden shyness overriding any yearning that has taken your mind over.

“I have morning breath, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable -”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he hisses before maneuvering himself on top of you, his arms caging your head in, face inches away from yours, “can I kiss you, or not, Y/n?”

You swallow hard before giving him a small nod. Anticipation burns low in your stomach and through your veins, and you can’t help but reach up to trail your fingers across his chest, up to his right cheek.

Yunho doesn’t hesitate before moving in.

He leans down at an angle and molds his lips perfectly to yours, before you get the chance to take a breath.

The soft cotton sheets rustle gently as he grips them, moving himself impossibly close to you, his body flush against yours, his weight holding you down without suffocating you. His core is aligned with yours, hard length pressing against you, and you jerk against him in need.

You find out, Yunho kisses just as good as he drafts a research proposal within hours. Better, even.

His lips don’t let up as he continues to steal your breath, switching angles, prying your own lips open. He treats you the way he treats any challenge that comes across him - with undying passion and curiosity, drive, and an intense determination to get to the bottom of things.

It doesn’t take long for him to slip his tongue inside, licking into the roof of your mouth, eliciting a high-pitched whine from you. The noise doesn’t bother him; if anything, it eggs him on. He rolls his hips into yours experimentally, wanting-no; needing to hear you again.

“You have no idea,” he mutters before biting into your bottom lip, “how long I have been waiting to do this.”

You don’t respond to him, arching your back instead, your hands leaving no inch of his skin untouched as you explore it beneath his large shirt. Yunho mirrors your actions, his own fingers digging into your skin before skimming along it, desperate to touch you everywhere, feel you everywhere.

It’s his shirt that comes off first, and then yours.

There is a silent, crystal clear understanding between you about what’s to transpire.

Yunho’s eyes search for permission before each move he makes, his lips not letting up at making you melt into a puddle as he licks a filthy stripe up your throat, biting softly into the skin beneath your jaw. His necklace dangles above you as he stabilizes himself above you, his arms flexing as he leans down to bury his nose deep into the junction between your neck and shoulder. His hips roll against you, hardness rubbing against your clothed core, and your breath hitches when you feel the material stick to your pussy from how wet you already are.

“Yunho, please - “ you whine before you grab his arm. He inhales sharply at the way you say his name, the way you’re begging him to do something, do anything.

His eyes are hooded as they search yours, dark bangs obscuring his vision of you beneath him. He raises himself and sits back on his knees before raking his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, exposing his sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks.

Looking down at you, Yunho smiles.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, almost reverently, gaze intent and boring into yours for eternity before you give in and look away shyly. It seemed like he needed that before he let his eyes trail down your chest, taking in your bare upper body - your tits perking against the chilly morning air, nipples hardening painfully. You’re not shy when it comes to your body, but the way he drinks you in, you feel the need to cover yourself from a gaze so piercing it makes you feel like he is devouring you inch by inch.

It’s like he reads your mind, because he reaches out in a daze and brushes nimble fingers across your nipples, and a pleasure so intense you feel dizzy shoots through your system. He plays with your tits for what it feels like hours - squeezing and pinching before leaning down and closing his lips around them.

A moan erupts from you at both the way his hot, wet tongue splays across your bud, and the cold of the cross on his necklace as it skims your abdomen.

Yunho worships your tits for so long, you feel the oncoming tightening of an orgasm in a haze, his tongue so thorough on your skin, you’re melting apart under him - and you don’t notice his fingers as they begin playing with your slit.

“Oh,” you suck in a breath as two of his fingers start dragging up and down your cunt. Your legs open wide around his knees involuntarily, desperate to feel more.

“Feel good?” he mutters against your skin, and you nod vigorously, squeezing your eyes shut to quell some of the tension slowly building beneath your skin. You need to feel his weight above you, inside you, around you. You need him to take over and fill the space you are in.

Your hand snakes its way into his hair, and tugging on it, you lift Yunho off your breast.

He lets your nipple go with a soft ‘pop’ sound, and his eyes are wide, shining with desperation as he lets you pull his head back. His fingers don’t stop their exploration of your cunt, rolling over your clit, dipping slightly inside, spreading the wetness all around and above it. You’re sure that by now there’s a small pool of wetness beneath you on the sheets.

You whine, “Inside, please,” but Yunho shakes his head.

“I need to prepare you,” he says, right before pushing both his fingers knuckle deep into your cunt.

Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, and your back lifts off the bed with the feeling of such intense pleasure that you think you might have blacked out for a second. Yunho makes a low ‘tsk’ sound at how the inside of your pussy feels.

“So close already,” he gives you no time to get used to the feeling of his fingers as he begins curling them, pumping them in and out of you, “You are so incredibly warm inside, Y/n. Is it because of me? Hm? Did I do this to you?”

Yunho’s voice is a little mean, teasing, and playful as he watches you make an attempt and fail miserably in forming a response. He is everywhere. His abnormally long fingers prod at your g-spot already, reaching it easily, the spongy area slippery against the pads of his fingers.

He moves forward from his kneeling position, the hand not inside your pulsing cunt now resting by your head, as he leans in so close, the tips of your noses touch. His eyes catch yours, dark brown meeting your own. His eyebrows flick up as he watches you writhe beneath him, face contorting in pleasure at how his fingers drag against your walls.

He watches and watches and watches, drinking in everything, while electric tension builds along your spine, balling in your abdomen. You feel your cheeks flush as your pussy squelches each time his fingers curl and knuckles move.

“I’m adding one more finger, alright, sweetheart?” Yunho’s voice is deceptively sweet, and you nod, whining something as he continuously curls his fingers up into your g-spot.

The second your cunt stretches around his fingers as he adds a third one, the tension inside you snaps, and you buck up, nails clawing at his chest, his neck. A broken half-moan, half-scream leaves your mouth, and he leans down to kiss you, drinking it all in.

“That’s it,” he hisses against your lips, and his entire arm moves as he works his fingers inside you, reaching deep. Bits of clear fluid splash from your cunt - not quite a squirt but the way his eyes light up with a mischievous glint, you know you won’t be leaving this bed without covering him in your wetness one way or another.

With a squelching sound, he yanks his fingers out of you and rubs fast on your clit, prolonging your pleasure, spiking the crest of your orgasm one more time.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Yunho’s tone turns soothing when your moans raise a pitch, eyes glossy and searching desperately for his.

Everything around you is hazy, and you’re gulping down air with a sob. You feel the wetness coat your inner thighs as Yunho’s hands smear it everywhere. After what feels like hours, your orgasm ebbs, and you come back to your senses.

He’s back in his kneeling position between your spread thighs, in nothing but a pair of cotton basketball shorts and the silver chain around his neck. His eyes are soft as he watches you, fingers rubbing slow circles on your knees. He looks like an angel in the morning light, and his beauty hits you square in the chest. There are light red streaks on his chest where your nails scratched him, and the sight sends a shiver down your spine. The hair falls into your eyes as you work yourself up to your elbows, holding his gaze.

The grin you give him is as goofy as seductive, wild around the edges, inviting him to lean forward and steal a kiss or two. But he doesn’t and instead continues to watch you.

“How are you feeling?”

You tilt your head and look at him from beneath your lashes, the smile never leaving your lips.

“Empty.”

Yunho clicks his tongue and shifts his hips, which is when you notice the considerable tent his hard cock makes under the material. It calls your attention and keeps it like a siren song, and you have never wanted anything as much as you want him inside you right now. He notices your look and doesn’t shy away, doesn’t push for anything. Only watches you. Normally, this much attention would make you shrink back, but he’s so gentle and honest about it, it makes you feel confident, daring.

You are everything he wants. Everything he’s waited for, thought over, whined to his friends about.

Seeing you spread open beneath him, your hair messy and pleasure gleaming in your eyes, makes him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

You are everything he wants, and neither of you leaves this bed until he makes sure you know it.

He nudges his chin towards your shorts, jaw locking, “Take those off for me, Y/n.”

Your hands comply automatically, his assertive tone making your knees weak as you push the clothing down them. He mimics your actions and pushes his own pants down, letting his hard, leaking cock spring free and bounce against his abdomen. Your mouth goes dry as you watch him fist it once, twice, his eyes never leaving your face. Opening your legs, you spread yourself more for him in invitation, your puffy, shining cunt visible, and he groans towards the ceiling. Anticipation builds inside you along the buzzing tension, and your chest heaves with need. You need him inside you. So bad.

Then a thought spears through you, giving you a moment of clarity.

“We need condoms,” you say, and he nods.

“I have some,” he lets go of his cock and leans down to the nightstand beside the bed where the rental car keys and his wallet lay. Grabbing the latter, he kneels back on the bed, and his eyes return to your face.

“Touch yourself, Y/n.”

Your fingers fly to your pussy, slipping through the wetness. You watch as he takes a condom out of his wallet without looking down at it. He’s laser focused on your fingers as they rub your clit slowly, soft wet noises filling the room. Pleasure builds inside you again, and you moan breathily. His jaw ticks and dimples form as he visibly takes control over himself.

Yunho’s fingers are quick and nimble as they rip the wrapper and pull the condom on his cock, stretching the silicone material around the girth. He’s big, the biggest you have ever been with, but there isn’t an ounce of worry in you. You know you can take it, make it fit, and you know he’s going to be careful with it. 26 years with a cock that size, you are sure the man learned how to use it by now.

The condom makes a snapping sound as Yunho secures it around the base.

Getting on all fours, he crawls towards you on the bed, and you move back, making him chase you a bit with a grin. You feel giddy with affection and anticipation as a dark glint enters his eyes.

He reaches out lightning quick and grabs your ankle, holding it tightly, his fingers reaching all around its circumference. A the corners of his lips lift up as he pulls you down in a single movement and leans above you.

“Cold feet?”

You giggle and shake your head, shifting your hips so its directly beneath his cock, “I would never.”

He chuckles before he lets go of your ankle, but he places his hand beneath your jaw, palm turned upwards. Yunho chuckles and tilts his head to the side at your questioning look.

“Spit on it, sweetheart.”

You hesitate only for a second before you follow his instruction, and dribble saliva on his fingers. Pulling his hand back, he spreads your spit on the condom around his cock, his brow shooting up in pleasure at the feeling.

It doesn’t take long until he is lined up at your entrance, hard length moving across your slit and snagging on your puffy clit. Yunho moves his hands to the back of your thighs and spreads your legs wider before pulling you closer. This way, he can lay his entire cock on your pelvis, and watch with perverse glee as it reaches your belly button.

“Look at this,” he muses, voice thick and eyes hooded with desire, “so tiny. How are we going to make it fit, hm?”

His tone is teasing and playful, and you buck your hips up. The weight of his cock is palpable on your skin, and you feel slick oozing from your cunt as it pulses with need. You whine and push your head back, exposing the length of your neck - he lunges for it like a starving man, covering it with open-mouthed, wet kisses.

“We can make it fit, Yunnie,” you moan, “Please, baby, I need you inside.”

He nips your throat and grins against it, “I like the way you beg.”

Your hands fly to his waist, digging your nails and fingers into his skin, begging him silently to move. You know how desperate your eyes are as they search his face above you.

He gives in.

The breath gets knocked out of you as you feel the initial stretch of his head slipping easily through your fold, with how wet you are. He doesn’t stop, though. Slowly but steadily, he keeps pushing in. And in. And in. And in.

A micro-orgasm flashes through you, as you feel just how much his cock stretches you, your thighs going numb and giving in as they spread even more.

Yunho lets out a deep, shaky moan before dropping his head into the crook of your neck. You flutter around him, sucking it in, warming his cock in a way that makes him see stars. His hip glides and rolls smoothly beneath your hands as he keeps a slow, steady pace.

“Oh god,” his voice is muffled in your skin, “you are so fucking tight.”

His left arm moves from your thigh and grips the sheet by your head. No words are formed in your mind, he takes over all your senses - the delicious stretch of his cock, the cold metal of his cross-adorned chain dangling above you, the vice hold of his hand on your thigh as he holds it open. You can do nothing except moan and babble and arch your tits into his chest, as he begins fucking deep into your cunt.

“Can I speed up, sweetheart?” Yunho asks, panting, lips skimming your jaw as he searches for your eyes. You nod, fast and desperate, and he kisses you hard.

His hips begin rolling into you faster, cockhead kissing your cervix as it drags against your walls, stimulating your g-spot constantly, without letting up. You moan into his kiss, and he grins before he licks filthily into your mouth. His tongue stays inside, exploring your mouth, dominating it, and you lose your mind a little bit.

You close your lips around his tongue like you would with a cock, and suck hard. A ragged moan erupts from him, his chest rattling with its force, and his cock twitches inside you. You make small, bobbing movements with your head as you suck his tongue, swirling your own around it, feeling your combined saliva run down your chins. It’s so filthy and depraved, in stark opposition to the soft, still morning air around you.

His hips speed up, now pounding relentlessly into your cunt.

There’s a quiet rhythmic creaking sound from the bed under you, and the headboard hits the wall a couple of times, when Yunho delivers a harder roll of his cock inside you. Beads of perspiration roll down his forehead as he pants, his hips never stopping in their movement. Your mouth lets go of his tongue, and your head lolls back against the pillow. You feel another orgasm crest, and there’s nothing you can do, except search his eyes in desperation, moan, babble incoherently. He leans back on his knees and keeps the same pace and angle of movement, and watches as you arch off the bed and shake as pleasure takes over your body. Your cunt grips and sucks him in so hard he thinks he might pass out as the feeling shoots up his nervous system.

“Look at you sweetheart,” he groans as you open your eyes, bouncing beneath him with the force of his cock, “look at the grip your pretty pussy has on me.”

His words have you moaning, and your head tilts to the side as the orgasm relaxes the muscles in your body.

The grip of his hands on the back of your thighs tightens as Yunho feels his own orgasm near him. He looks down to where you’re connected, the way your wetness coats the condom around his cock up until his base. His eyes glaze over when he notices the bulge his cock makes above your pussy, a slight protrusion that shows just how fucking deep he is inside you. Yunho’s hands fly up to your waist and grabs you hard, moving you down on his cock the same time he thrusts inside, your body pliant and soft beneath him as you let him use you to chase his own high. Broken moans leave your lips repeatedly, shaped as begging, pleading for him to cum, to fuck you as hard as he likes, to tell him how fucking good he feels inside you.

“So deep, baby,” you rasp as he delivers another sloppy, sharp thrust into you, “feels so good, so deep, you fuck me so good, please, please I need it-”

You’re babbling, senses dampening as he nears his orgasm and pounds into you harder. Sweat drips onto your tits from his neck, and the ends of Yunho’s hair are sticking to his forehead. His eyes are wild with affection and lust as he takes you in beneath him, hips stuttering as his chest tightens, and he falls above you before cumming hard into the condom.

The material doesn’t stop you from feeling the way his cock pulses, the way he keeps trying to get deeper inside you, lost in pleasure and search of your tight warmth. He’s shaking above you, broken whines muffling themselves in your neck.

He cums for a long time, spilling into the protection around his cock, and he breathes heavily against you, peppering soft kisses and nips around your throat. Your nails rake across his scalp and back in comfort as you breathe along him, your hearts beating in sync.

With a final kiss under your jaw, he slips out of your cunt slowly, and ties a knot around the end of the condom after pulling it off his cock. He keeps touching you while you both catch your breaths, post-orgasm haze slowing your movements, blurring the world around you. Your senses are attuned to him, his presence as he moves around you, the warmth of his skin radiating into yours. It feels right, and the smile ghosting your lips feels permanent.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs into the skin of your ankle as he bends down to kiss it. You let out a tired giggle and watch him continue kissing across your clavicle and chest, moving lower and lower.

“You know how to wake a girl up and make her morning better, don’t you?” You shiver when his tongue grazes your navel. “I can make some breakfast for us in a second.”

His eyes flick up from beneath his lashes, and cocks a questioning brow at you.

“Breakfast?” he kisses the skin just above your pubic bone, “sweetheart, you and I are not done yet.”