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tangerineastronaut · 14 days ago

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temptation ⟡ j. yunho

Part One

Yunho has you. It's not enough.

Pairing: Yunho x Girlfriend!Reader Genre: Smut, dark, twist w.c. 3k Requested: Yes - thank you for the response to bibliophile my lovelies ❣️Warnings: somnophilia, noncon, unprotected sex, Yunho is actually obsessed w you as usual, pussy drunk Yunho, size difference, unhealthy obsession A/N: I wasn't going to do a part two, but I suddenly had the idea and...yeah. MIND THE WARNINGS.

You can technically read this as a standalone, but it'll make more sense if you read part one (Bibliophile) first.

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Lovelynauts: because this is dark and potentially triggering, I do not want to tag my lovelies. I may add a question to my taglist form for the future, I apologize.

The scene is familiar, comforting.

You’re asleep on your bed, the one you now shared with Yunho. You sleep on your stomach with one leg up—sometimes he swears you do this on purpose, just for him. Because it drives him insane, waking up and seeing you like that, as though you’re begging him to fuck you.

He used to do this every night, before the two of you had moved in together. He’d stand over you while you slept, watching you, wondering what you’d do if you woke up. Would you let him show you he can make you feel good? Would you be afraid? Probably. You might try to tell him no, you’d be too scared to relax, but he’d show you. Just like he does these days.

Because you’re his.

Not his friend. Not his peer.

His.

You belong to him, you come home to him, you sleep beside him. You love him enough to let him do things to you that most would find concerning, like waking you up with his face between your thighs, bending you over the nearest surface when the urge to be inside of you is too great.

What if he fucked you now? What if he slid his cock inside of you?

You’d wake up in pain, that much he knew—it was hard enough as it was fitting it in on the best of days. You took it for him as best you could any other day, biting your lower lip and wincing. He knew it was hurting you.

That’s why he’d go harder, deeper, faster. He wanted you to take it until you couldn’t, yelping and grabbing his wrist wherever he was holding you, telling him it hurts, he needs to slow down.

Because then he could love you, condition your pretty brain to associate him with pain relief, comfort. He was going too fast, he was hurting you, now he’s apologizing and kissing you and rubbing it better—literally, until you were cumming on his fingers.

Yunho palmed at his covered cock—he was already hard, just thinking of you, just watching you. He could wake you up right now, pin you down and tell you he wanted to fuck you. You’d whine in protest, but ultimately, you’d let him slide a pillow beneath your hips so he could wreck your tired body.

Because that’s what you did. You loved him. You were his.

He didn’t want your soft compliance right now though. What would you do if he took you instead?

He doesn’t think you’d fight him too much; maybe whining, shoving at him, finally giving in because you'll do anything for him.

Yunho sighs—he should just wake you up. It was less risky, you’d be annoyed but soft for him, he could do what he wanted to you. But he was only halfway on the bed, one knee beside your hip, when a thought hit him.

You, cute and sleepy, waking up to find cum in your panties. You’d know immediately—you’d be angry, probably afraid. But Yunho would spin it beautifully.

You wanted it. He woke you up last night and begged you to let him fuck you. You’ll be confused, still somewhat irritated, but he’d get away with it.

He’s too excited now, imagining doing this tonight…and tomorrow night. Marking you with his cum first thing in the morning; you’ll think hard throughout the day, trying to remember him fucking you, but you’ll never be able to.

Yunho groans aloud, having to quiet himself as he looks down at your smaller form.

You haven’t moved from that position, with only thin panties keeping your pussy hidden from him. Why do you have to wear these? So easy for him to push aside.

Yunho positions himself above you, one hand keeping himself supported, the other hovering over your body. He moves it to your ass, able to feel the heat coming from your body.

“Always warm for me,” Yunho hums, sliding a finger over the clothed crease of your cunt, stopping over your clit. He knew your body as well as his own. He knew that applying a slight amount of pressure here would make you shudder, and it did, before slow circles woke your body, but not you. He almost wanted to wake you, for you to look up and see him doing this. But he continues his ministrations, having to bite his lip as he feels your panties getting damp.

He stops when you twitch in your sleep, then slips two fingers inside your panties, brushing them over your cunt.

Fuck.

He wants to do it now, doesn’t care about waking you. You’re asleep, and yet you’re this fucking wet for him? So sticky and sweet on his fingers?

He eagerly slips them into his mouth, groaning quietly around them as he sits back. He continues to wet his fingers as his other hand begins to push his sweatpants down, though he has to pause to rub at the painfully hard cock between his toned thighs.

You’re lucky you’re asleep. Lucky he has at least an ounce of morals. Lucky he views you as more than just a hole. He’d never let you go, keep you tied up here like his pretty fuck doll, filling you with cum over and over again.

He goes back for more, sliding his fingers around your cunt before wetting them again, drooling at the familiar taste of you.

Yunho wants to eat you properly, wants to make you cum all over his tongue, but that’s not what he’s doing tonight. He shoves his boxers down, hissing in pain and relief as his restricted cock springs free. He remembers the look on your face when you first saw it—fear. You knew he could’ve fucked you up that night, but he didn’t. You were sweet and soft and so pretty, so good, opening for him and taking it.

“Gonna make sure this pretty cunt is fed,” Yunho whispers, readjusting himself above you. His cock leaks precum, and he spreads it on the outside of your wet panties. The thought of you both being so ready, despite the fact that you didn’t even know it, makes him shiver as he does it again. He rubs his cock up and down the soaked material, watching your sticky juices cover him. He rolls his thumb over the tip, slipping it into his mouth to taste your bodies mixed together.

He knew he’d only be able to toy with you, as putting more than an inch inside would no doubt wake you up. He whines and runs his fingers over the outside of your panties first before slipping them underneath.

You were so wet, so ready for his cock, as much as he wanted to fuck you. But he can’t, so he steels himself and uses his fingertips to part your cunt.

For a few minutes, he simply watches them move beneath your panties, rubbing gently against your clit. You jolt in your sleep once again, and he knows he’s pushing it, but he wonders if he can make you cum like this.

The thought of your pussy being creamy and wet around the head of his cock, basically sucking the cum out of him…it was enough to convince him (as if anything involving you and your pretty cunt took much convincing). Yunho mounts your sleeping form, gently adjusting himself so as not to disturb you. He slips his fingers between your bodies, finding your cunt once more.

“Shh…” he whispers, using his thumb to circle your clit. “That’s it. Be still baby, gonna make you feel so good…gonna make you dream of getting fucked."

He sighs as he pushes and rubs at your clit, wishing he could suck it into his mouth and watch you shake like you often did. He’s barely satisfied with this, but when you release a soft moan, he has to pull his hand back and remind himself not to shove his cock in you.

Yunho licks his lips and watches your face, rubbing your clit again. Your inner thighs are shiny and sticky, there’s a wet spot beneath you, but he doesn’t care about anything other than your pretty noises.

You do it again, your brows coming together, your lips parting.

“Yeah? Feels good when I touch you?” he whispers. “Can you cum for me baby? Gonna need you wet and soft if I’m gonna get my cock in there.”

You don’t respond of course, but Yunho’s own words send a shudder through him. He swallows and does his best to focus, rubbing your clit and teasing his cock.

After minutes of having to hold himself back, listening to your soft, sweet moans, he watches in awe as you suddenly squeak, your entire body seizing beneath him. He gasps and holds you down so you don’t wake yourself, feeling every inch of your form trembling as you violently orgasm in your sleep. It’s the most delicious thing he’s ever seen, and he tells himself that next time, he’ll use his tongue to make you cum, to taste all of you.

“Fuuuuck baby. Fuck. So hot,” he breathes, feeling beads of sweat forming at his brow from working himself up. He shakes his head and looks down at you in disbelief, so proud of you, proud of himself. He curses and watches you melt into the sheets, your legs relaxed, open for him on your tummy. He pushes your knee further up and uses his thumb to hook into your panties, pulling them aside.

“Holy shit,” Yunho chokes.

Your cunt, all plush and ripe from him playing with you, shiny and glistening and coated with your excitement. He whines like a dog and licks his lips, fisting his cock and bucking into his hand. He felt desperate, knowing he didn’t have long before he’d do whatever his dick told him to.

Yunho keeps a hand splayed on your ass, thumb still holding your panties aside. He takes his cock in his other hand and squeezes, trying to calm himself, to keep himself from ruining this. The idea of what he was about to do to you should make him feel some sort of guilt, but there was none. Only desire, need, possession, and love for you.

Keeping his hips back, he rubs his cock right against the center of your pussy, his eyes rolling back as your swollen cunt lips part for him. He exhales sharply, watching your face as he rubs the head against your clit, brows drawing together when you twitch. You were so sensitive.

“Almost, baby,” he hums, sliding his cock down your slippery folds, notching the head in your hole. “I’m here, ‘m gonna make you take it, yeah? Gonna wake up wet and sticky.”

Yunho eases the tip inside, hips twitching and nearly causing him to plunge into you. You’re so tight, so wet, so hot for him, and fuck, he didn’t want to stop.

Once the first inch of his massive cock had disappeared inside of you, Yunho forced himself to stop, taking his hands off you. The snap of your panties against his swollen shaft made him hiss, his tongue finding the corner of his mouth as he eased them off again. He’d never felt so needy, which was saying a lot for him, but stopping himself after the tip was almost too much for him to handle. He was either going to fuck you or cum, so he moved his fingers back to your cunt, first tracing your stretched hole around him before resting on your clit.

“Need you to cum again, baby,” he groans, trying to satisfy himself by fisting the rest of his cock. “Gonna fuck you too hard if you don’t…be a good girl, hm? Squeeze my cock with that pretty body.”

He began circling your clit and felt your cunt flutter around his cock; Yunho whined, racing against your body and his in order to do what he’d intended.

The second time, your pussy clenched, and he unintentionally rutted his hips into you. Yunho froze as a few more inches slipped inside. You visibly winced, though otherwise, didn’t respond to the intrusion. It was then he knew he was done for, knowing you could take at least 6 inches before waking.

He sighed and gripped your ass, keeping you open as he began to thrust. It was controlled, restrained, but it was more pussy than he’d had minutes ago, and he let his head fall back in bliss.

How could you feel this good? How could you be his? You were so willing for him, even in your sleep, letting him do these things to you whenever he wanted.

Yunho rested on his knees, beginning to pant as he fucked you lazily, desperately. A little more than half of his cock was going inside, likely thanks to your messy orgasm and his fingers.

“Such a good girl,” he rasped, looking down at you again. “Taking so much, can you take more? Huh? I wanna cum deep in your pretty little cunt, baby. Can I put it in you? Gonna be my sleepy girl all full of my cum?”

What was 6 inches soon became all of him, and before he could stop himself, he had both hands on your hips, fucking into you deep and slow. He watched his cock slide all the way in, making you shudder, before he pulled it out to the tip.

“That’s it, my sweet little slut,” he groaned, leaning over you. “Take it, want you to wake up and still feel my cock buried inside.”

He was beginning to lose himself, damp hair sticking to his forehead, eyes dark as he took what he wanted. He thought of before, when you weren’t his, when he couldn’t have you. Watching you fuck men who couldn’t figure out where to touch you. He knew it all, knew every inch of you. Knew what you wanted, what you needed.

You released a quiet squeak, and the noise made him more desperate rather than telling him to hit the brakes.

“So good, so fucking good, baby. Watch this pretty cunt sucking my cock inside. Can’t wait to see you in the morning, ‘s gonna hurt. Gonna know I took you like this, made my little slut take all of my cock in her sleep.”

It was a miracle you were still asleep, but he didn’t care, rutting hard into you each time he bottomed out. He leaned over your form and fucked you like a dog, ramming his cock as deep as it could possibly go.

He wanted to do so much to you, to grab your hair, wake you up with his hand over your mouth, cock against your cervix, but he was intoxicated by the sight of your soaked pussy taking him. He dropped both hands to your cunt, spreading your lips to watch himself slide in until his balls were flush against your clit.

“My good girl,” he hummed, voice strained. “Fuck baby, love you so much…my girl, you’re my fucking girl, yeah? No one knows you like this, like me, no one loves you like me. No one's gonna touch you again, 'm not gonna let anyone near you."

Yunho is mumbling, whispering, thrusting desperately inside your velvety cunt and fisting at the sheets so as not to bruise you instead.

“Oh fuck, gonna cum, baby. Gonna fuck it in deep, yeah? Want…nng…fuck, want you to hurt baby, want it too deep, g-gonna…need you to fucking take it, hold still, fuck babygirl…”

Yunho’s rambling turned into nonsense as he came, hard, still clumsily thrusting. He groaned and gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white, biting his lower lip and finishing himself off with shallow thrusts until his softening cock slipped out of you.

He’d never fucked himself out like this before, not without you teasing him, anyway, but he collapsed to his side, panting, trying to catch his breath.

He did it, fucked his girl like this, claimed her, proved she was desperate for his cock even in her sleep. By some fucking miracle—you still were asleep, and post-nut clarity Yunho found himself simultaneously amazed and relieved that you’d managed not to stir. You must’ve been exhausted.

He finally sat up, running a hand through his sweaty hair. You somehow looked blissfully fucked out, and the sight made him grin, even though you had no idea what he’d done to you, for you. Your pretty cunt was swollen from the abuse; he'd have to use his mouth tomorrow, make you feel good and ease the pain.

He kissed your bare hip and slipped your panties back into place, stretched out as they were, groaning quietly as his cum began leaking out of your pussy. He used his thumb against the material to push it back inside, rolling it around and briefly considering fingering it deeper into you. But you were already going to be raw, and he didn't want to push his luck.

He cleaned himself up, then returned to you, staring at you for a few moments before slowly climbing into bed. He wanted to hold you, but knew you’d immediately feel the ache of his cock if he woke you up now, so he simply settled on his back. He looked over at you one last time, smiling to himself as he leaned over and gently kissed you.

He couldn’t wait to see the look on your face, to see you scramble to think and process things you couldn’t remember. He loved you so much. You were his, his pretty girl.

But he was yours, too. Your good boy.

So easy to tease.

So easy to tempt.

You scoot a little closer. Yunho stiffens, then relaxes as he realizes you're probably just seeking his warmth. Of course he puts an arm around you; he kisses your forehead and bites his lip, thinking about how well you took him tonight, even while asleep. He thinks about what else he could do to you.

You think about it, too—with a sleepy smile on your face and his cum between your thighs.

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tangerineastronaut · 14 days ago

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bibliophile ⟡ j. yunho

part two

you're stressed...your study buddy has an idea.

Pairing: Yunho x Fem!Student!Reader Genre: Smut - dark twist Requested: Yes/No w.c. 5.8k Warnings: heavy on the smut, semi public sex (ish), mutual pining, food? - THE SUCKER - he does...things with it. Yunho is a FREAK. Reader is desperate for yunho dick (yes YOU, reader) Spoiler warnings are in comments if you need them. A/N: So, this is sort of two requests in one, however I don't want to disappoint anyone so I'll post it solo. I hope it's okay! <3 god deleted my ticket to heaven with this one. Requests: Open (link below)

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You release a tired sigh and rub your eyes, throwing your pen down. It bounces off of your ridiculously thick textbook and lands on the papers scattered around your study partner.

“Ah ah. No crashing yet, we’ve got three more chapters,” Yunho says with a laugh, tapping you on the end of the nose with his own pen. You pout, making a face at him before dramatically collapsing on the table.

“I give up. You can become a lawyer, I’ll go back to making sandwiches,” you groan, muffled against pages of your future.

“I thought you liked working at the sandwich shop?”

“I did,” you reply, tilting your head to look at him. “But sandwich shops don’t pay me six figures.”

“Then stop whining,” Yunho shrugs. You grumble words unintelligible even to yourself and sit up, fixing your hair. You stretched, yawned, checked your phone for the thousandth time that evening. Finals were next week. Then there was the Bar exam. You were so close to being y/n l/n, attorney at law…but you were beginning to feel nauseous at the mere sight of words on a page.

“Wanna take a break?” Yunho suggests, leaning back to stretch. You avoid looking at the way his sweater rides up, revealing inches of what appears to be a toned belly.

“No,” you mumble, forcing yourself to look away. “If I leave this library…I think I may never return.”

Yunho chuckles and nods, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index fingers. For a few minutes, you both just sit there, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Usually the library is filled with students, exactly like you—stressed, depressed, drowning in student debt and reading assignments.

“Yunho?” you mumble. He hums a response, looking over at you. You swallow. “If I start to cry, will you judge me?”

“Not at all,” he responds. You nod once, feeling tears burning in your eyes.

For the next hour or so, you take turns reading passages and summarizing them, going through various laws and statutes that you could barely comprehend. Your brain felt as if it might explode, and you considered calling it a night, but it was only 10 p.m. and you’d be damned if you gave out before midnight.

“What the hell are these ‘title 16 provisions?’” you scoff, crinkling your nose. “Were these even part of our assignment?”

“Let me see,” Yunho says. He scoots his chair over to your side of the table rather than just moving seats, and you feel your heart leap into your throat. And god, his arm slides over the back of your chair as he leans in to look at the tiny words on your page.

He smells like coffee and the peanut butter granola bar you shared earlier, and this close you can see that he has very light freckles on his cheeks. You kind of want him to never move.

“Ah, no this isn’t part of this assignment but we will have to know it for finals,” he says, words going in one of your ears and out the other. He begins talking about these provisions, but you must be numb to all forms of communication other than Jeong Yunho’s body heat.

“Y/n?”

“Huh?” you mumble, shaking your head. Yunho has a funny look on his face, one brow raised. Oh god. Oh god. He caught you staring like a fucking creep.

“...You good?” he chuckles. You swallow and quickly nod, brushing your hair back so fast you nearly hit him in the face.

“Yep, uh huh,” you mumble. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Oh,” he says as though relieved. “Good. Well, if you need to take a break, let me know.”

He begins to move; you panic and grab his wrist.

“Wait! You didn’t explain this part to me,” you say, pointing at a random section on the page. Yunho sits down again and tilts his head.

“You need me to explain…marital property to you?” he asks, sounding both amused and disbelieving.

Well, if you’re gonna be a bad liar, at least you’ll be persistent.

“Yes,” you nod. “Just like a refresher, you know? My brain is cooked.”

Yunho stares at you for a few seconds, and you feel your cheeks heat up. It feels like he knows something you don’t know, and you don’t like that. So you yank him back into his seat and let go of his wrist, pretending to be very interested in one of the most basic aspects of your degree.

Marital property is boring, even when the hottest guy in your class is explaining it to you. And what’s worse—he knows. You know he knows. He’s explaining basic concepts to you, and then explaining the basics of those basic concepts, all the while keeping a little smirk on his handsome face. You consider caving, thinking of any possible excuse for your behavior. You’re delirious from lack of sleep, that’s actually true. But you were too deep in this to give up now.

“That’s most of it,” Yunho finally says, long fingers splayed over the textbook. They nearly reach from one end of the open book to the other. You shiver. “I guess we should move into parental rights—”

“Yunho,” you begin with a sigh, ready to admit defeat. He smiles innocently, resting his chin in his hand.

“Yeah?”

“I—”

You freeze, having forgotten how to form sentences. Yunho’s still smiling at you, but his free hand is now resting on your thigh. You thanked the gods you’d decided to wear a skirt today.

His palm is large, warm, spanning much of the plush skin there. He’s not gripping it, but it’s still very obviously intentional. You feel your cheeks burn hot; you’re determined to remain unaffected.

“Nevermind,” you mumble. He chuckles and turns back to the page, though he doesn’t move his hand.

You don’t ask him to.

You go back to your respective chapters, thankfully far beyond the basics, but his hand stays right where it is. He even reaches over his other arm to sip his coffee, refusing to move it. Your skin burns in the shape of his fingers; you almost want to push him away simply because your body is reacting to his touch in a way that’s making you feel crazy. You’re practically feverish, just because he’s near you. Pathetic, honestly.

When you sigh and rub your eyes, those long fingers twitch, making you jump. You try to play it off, though you know he’s aware of your reaction, because he does it again. When you don’t react as dramatically, he squeezes gently.

Your knee jerks up so fast it hits the table, causing your belongings to rattle, and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Yunho chuckles, though doesn’t move his hand. You clear your throat as though everything is normal. As though he’s not currently squeezing your upper thigh.

“Yunho,” you say quietly.

“Hm?” He doesn't bother looking up from his textbook.

“What are we doing?”

He does look up this time.

“Studying,” he says, giving you a sweet smile. You narrow your eyes.

If he was going to do this, then so were you. You were sleep deprived, numb to the world, and horny as hell. So you parted your knees.

Not much, just an inch or so, but very obvious. You didn’t miss the way Yunho’s throat worked as he swallowed, clearly not expecting the reciprocation. You go back to your textbook, but your victory is short lived, however, as his large hand slides further inward.

You’re flustered. But you’re also stubborn. So you drop your pen and look him in the eyes as you open your knees. Yunho’s gaze is steady as he slowly moves his hand, as though expecting you to stop him. You don’t.

Yunho went back to reading and you did the same, just as his pinky brushed the crease of your inner thigh. You knew you were wet, knew he could probably feel the moist heat radiating from your body behind your pink panties, but you chose to be nonchalant. Until he rubbed the back of his knuckle against your panties, over your clit.

The soft moan that escapes you is mortifying.

Yunho quickly clamps a hand over your mouth, laughing breathily as your brows pull together and you shudder. He looks as shocked as you are, though now you’re hazy, focused only on how good it felt, and wanting more.

“Shh,” he chuckles nervously, glancing around despite the fact that you’re the only ones here. “No wonder you act like you’re walking around on thin ice. You’re frustrated as hell, huh?”

“P-Please,” you whimper pitifully against his palm, though it’s muffled. He moves his hand and you grip his wrist, looking up at him. You silently communicate your needs, praying he has mercy and doesn’t force you to say it out loud. Yunho glances around one more time, licking his lips before looking down at you like a fucking steak on a platter.

“If we’re gonna do this, you gotta be quiet for me,” he murmurs. You nod quickly, gasping when he effortlessly yanks your chair closer to him. He adjusts his glasses before lowering his hand to your thighs, gently stroking them.

“Can I touch you?” he asks quietly. You open your mouth, but he presses a finger to your lips. “Quietly.”

“Yes, yes,” you whine. “T-Touch me.”

Yunho bites his lower lip, as though imagining doing much, much more than that. When he rubs your thighs again, your knees fall open and you stifle a moan behind your sleeves. Yunho smiles at the sight of you, slipping his hand between your legs again.

This time, he’s more careful, though it’s much more frustrating for you. You squirm when he strokes either side of your cunt, making a ‘v’ and squeezing your plush pussy lips between them. You moan again, loudly, and Yunho scrambles to cover your mouth.

“Baby, you’ve gotta be—”

“Quiet, I know,” you pout, gripping his wrist. “C-can’t help it…feels good.”

Yunho swallows, letting his fingers brush against you again. You manage to stay quiet this time, but your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“So fucking sensitive,” he murmurs, drawing his hand back. You nearly protest, but he presses his index finger to your clit like a button and you jolt, covering your mouth just in time. Yunho smirks.

“H-Haven’t had sex,” you say, fisting the sleeve of his sweater as he pushes again. “In m-months.”

“Why?” he asks, beginning to rub slow circles against your panties. You feel your wetness spreading beneath them, but you don’t care. You grip the edge of the table and swallow.

“Busy,” you breathe, licking your lips. Yunho’s eyes follow your tongue. You don’t notice.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah, yes,” you nod frantically.

Yunho uses the hand between your legs to turn your entire body toward him. You want to mention how attractive that is, but he’s leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours.

His kiss is nothing like his touch; there’s nothing dirty or hurried about it. His nose brushes the crease of yours as he tilts your heads to the side, his free hand moving up to cup your cheek. It’s a sweet kiss that makes no sense when his fingers are currently resting against your panties beneath your skirt.

He seems to have forgotten what he was doing amidst your soft kisses, as you break away from his lips to impatiently bounce and whine. Yunho smirks and begins rubbing his middle finger directly over your clit, applying very little pressure. He kisses you again, and you throw your arms around his neck, trying to push your body into his. His knee prevents you from doing so.

“Nng…what are you doing?” you whine, fisting his sweater. “Wanna…wanna be in your lap.”

Your own admission makes your cheeks flush red, but you don’t care. You’re horny and your crush’s hand is between your thighs.

“Not yet, baby,” he mumbles, stealing another lazy kiss. “Wanna keep you like this. I like how desperate you are.”

“I…I’m not desperate,” you mumble. Yunho bites his lower lip and applies more pressure to your clit, you buck your hips and grip his sleeve. He’s laughing, but you don’t care, aching for more of him.

“Desperate,” he hums, pulling you in for another kiss. You don’t understand his obsession with kissing you; wasn’t he as horny as you were? But you kissed him back anyway, because you’ve had a crush on this guy since your freshman year and even the slut hormones clouding your brain couldn’t block that much out. He was a damn good kisser too, taking the lead and hardly giving you time to breathe.

In contrast to his soft mouth, Yunho’s index finger hooks your soaked panties, tugging them to the side. His finger brushes your bare cunt, though he knowingly silences your moans with a kiss.

“What can I do?” he asks once you finally break apart. You’re unwilling to let him go, however, pulling his lips back to yours..

“Don’t care,” you mumble between kisses, body buzzing with need. “Whatever you want.”

“Can I go in here?”

He prods at the needy hole between your folds and you fucking purr, clutching his sweater and pulling him close with a whine.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs. He waits for you to eagerly nod, then brings his fingers to your mouth and taps your lips. “Open.”

You do as he says and he slips his fingers inside. You nearly moan around them as you instinctively suck and lick his digits; they’re long and thick, two of them practically as big as a few hookups you’ve had in the past. Yunho watches, pupils wide as you act like an obedient doll a little too eager to be fingered in a library at midnight.

When he pulls his fingers out, they’re slick and shiny with your drool, and you see him suck in air. You blush, a little embarrassed at how thorough of a job you’ve done. You expect Yunho to go beneath your skirt, but he slides his wet fingers in his mouth, eyes never leaving yours.

It’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever seen, next to the look of pure bliss in his eyes as he sucks your saliva off of his fingers and replaces it with his own. You decide then that you do not want him to finger you.

“Fuck me,” you blurt out.

You barely register what you’ve said, but you’re damn near ready to jump his bones. Yunho blinks in surprise, obviously not having expected that. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth.

“Really?” he asks. He sounds surprised for reasons you don’t understand, but you nod.

“Yeah,” you say, pulling him in for another kiss. “Want you inside me. All of you.”

“Fuck,” Yunho groans. He grabs your face in his hands and kisses you back, harder. Your hands are shaky as they go for his jeans, but then he freezes like you’ve just slapped him.

“What?” you ask, breaking the kiss. Yunho curses and rubs his face with both hands, tilting back in his chair. “What is it, yu?”

“I don’t…fuck. I don’t have a condom.”

He runs a hand through his hair like this is the biggest mistake of the century. You bite your lower lip—the idea of leaving tonight and not getting fucked by him makes you genuinely want to cry.

“We could…you know?” you mumble, face hot. “I mean, I-I’m clean. Obviously, haven’t had sex in god knows when—”

“No,” Yunho says, shaking his head. “I don’t trust myself.”

“Don’t trust yourself to what?” you frown. Yunho looks at you,

“There’s no way I’m gonna be able to make myself pull out once I’m in you,” he murmurs. “We need a condom.”

You swallow. You really shouldn’t push; but you need to hear more.

“How do you know?” you breathe, licking your lips.

“C’mere.”

“What?”

Yunho reaches over, grabbing your wrist. He pulls you into his lap and you gasp, able to feel the rigid line of his cock beneath you. But he grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss again.

“I’ve been thinking about you for so long,” he hums, and you mewl in response, grinding down against him. He kisses you again to stifle what was no doubt a moan.

“Y-Yeah?” you manage to squeak out. Yunho nods.

“Yeah. Not gonna be able to pull out if I’m balls deep in that little cunt with you fucking crying for it like this.”

Fuck. You needed him. To be honest, with or without the condom, but if he felt it was necessary.

“Let’s go get one,” you mumble dizzily. “A c-condom. There’s a convenience store down the street.”

Yunho frowns, looking at the clock on the wall.

“The library will be locked, won’t it? Don’t we have to lock up?”

You lean back in his lap, smiling.

“Yes. But I’ve got a key,” you chime.

The moment you stepped into the store, you immediately regretted it and felt all the horny escape you. Not really, but it was embarrassing as hell, and painfully obvious as to what you were doing here. Yunho didn’t seem to mind, his hand tightly clasping yours as he guided you toward the back.

You had a little trouble finding the condoms—it made you inexplicably happy when Yunho suggested asking the clerk as he didn’t know either, even though your answer was a firm NO—but eventually found the rack next to the sex pills and cold sore cream.

Hot.

Yunho squints, and you cross your arms impatiently. You grab a box and shake it.

“It’s not a shoe store, here,” you mumble, pushing the box into his hand. Yunho glances over the label and smirks, tossing it back on the shelf. You want to ask what the hell is so funny when you’re so fucking wet your panties are sticking to your thighs, but then he finally makes a choice and puts the box in your hands. Oh.

Oh.

XXL. Makes sense.

You make him grab a few more things as though that makes the purchase less shameful. When you go to check out, you look everywhere but at the clerk—until he has the audacity to speak to the man holding your hand, very obviously purchasing condoms so the two of you can go fuck in a library.

“Finals week?” the guy says. Yunho slides his card across the counter and squeezes your hand.

“Finals week,” he nods.

“I just realized we could’ve gone to my apartment,” you say, unlocking the library door. Yunho leaned against the wall, unwrapping the candy he’d apparently decided on last minute. A red round sucker. “It’s only a few minutes away.”

You’d been given a key to the library your second year here, as you were a trusted student who often pulled all nighters—and you lived in the shitty part of campus where the power often went out. You were aware this was a total abuse of that power, but you figured if you showed Yunho to Ms. Lin, she’d understand.

“Yeah, well, my fantasies during puberty weren’t at apartments,” Yunho shrugs, holding the door for you. You head inside and find your table, where you drop the bag of your purchased items. Yunho grabs it, immediately fishing out the box.

“Very boy of you,” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “Let me guess, the hot librarian offers to help you find your dick? Is that part of the dewey decimal system?”

Yunho smiles. “Can we get back to you whining for me to fuck you? I liked that.”

“I was not—”

Your freakishly tall study partner grabs your wrist, tugging you against him. You swallow and look up, lips parted at the sudden contact.

“Not what?” he asks. You blink, but something is suddenly pushing at your lips. You open dumbly, feeling too obedient as you take whatever he’s putting in your mouth apparently. The taste of artificial cherry makes you grimace.

Yunho backs you up to the table, crowding you against it. He cups your face in his hands and kisses your cheek, thumbs brushing below your ears. You realize you’ve been staring at him wordlessly, sucker in your mouth.

“How’s it taste?” he asks.

“Good,” you mumble. It doesn’t taste good, you hate cherry, but if Jeong Yunho puts something in your mouth, you love it, you decide. Cherry is your new favorite flavor.

“I doubted if they sold gags, so,” he chuckles. “This’ll do.”

You frown, but he takes the stick of the sucker before you can respond.

“Open,” he says. You open.

You see his eyes twinkle, almost like he can’t believe how well you’re listening to him. If only he knew you’d do anything he asked.

Rather than pull it out, Yunho rubs the sucker around your mouth. He coats your tongue with the sticky flavor, then the inside of your cheek. By the time he pulls it out, you don’t realize you’re drooling, mouth open for him.

He pops the sucker in his own mouth, just like his fingers, and you shudder. Then he’s slipping his hands beneath your skirt, pushing your panties down your thighs.

“What are you doing?” you ask softly, more curious than concerned. Yunho takes the sucker out and kisses your cheek, then your lips. You can taste it on his tongue, just like yours.

Something sticky and wet prods at your clit and you gasp, but Yunho wraps an arm around your waist and keeps you from pulling away. You squeak helplessly in shock, caught between mind numbing bliss and disbelief. He’s rubbing the bulbous head of the sucker against your clit.

“Shh…figure it’s too risky to eat you out properly,” he hums in your ear, crushing you to his chest. You squirm, though not out of discomfort.

You have no idea how to react, hands gripping his sweater as he holds you in place. The candy feels warm and sticky, sliding through your cunt juices as he teases you with it.

“I wasn’t going to,” he says, voice strained as though he’s doing all he can to hold back. “But I saw it and…well fuck, baby, if I’m honest, I just wanted to see if you were desperate enough to try and fuck yourself on a piece of candy.”

You whine and bury your head against his shoulder, because you fucking are. You are desperate enough to try, because he slides the candy between your lips and you jolt when it brushes your hole.

“F-Fuck, Yunho,” you gasp, nails digging into fabric. You hear him laugh, and it sounds so fucking cocky, like he knew you’d end up like this, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you work yourself to ruin on a piece of candy.

He slides it beneath the hood of your clit, twisting the stick in his fingers. Your knees buckle, but he’s gripping you tight. He works it like a toy, rubbing up and down, focusing on your clit until you’re nearly there before he moves it again. It didn’t feel this big when it was in your mouth, but you’ve never wanted something inside you so bad.

“Oh my god,” you moan, thighs clamping together. It doesn’t stop his hand, or the candy, the rounded tip pushing against your hole. He starts rolling it again, and you gasp as you feel yourself snapping inside, the hot neediness spilling over the edges. You try to warn him, but only manage to squeak.

“Are you…are you cumming on a fucking lollipop?” Yunho asks, voice filled with awe. You nod.

Your ears ring, your vision blurs, and you feel something pushing against your mouth. It’s Yunho’s hand you realize, but you can’t stop, can’t stop shaking and screaming and there’s something wet on your cheeks.

You haven’t had a proper orgasm in months, maybe even a year, and were it not for Yunho holding you up, you’re pretty damn sure you would’ve fainted.

When you open your eyes, Yunho is laughing quietly and hugging you tight, rubbing your back.

“Fuck, are you okay?” he asks, sounding concerned and impressed. You sniff and nod, using the back of your hand to wipe your cheeks. Yunho cups your face and uses his thumbs to clean you up. You were crying.

“I’m sorry, jesus, I didn’t think it was that bad,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. You realize then that the damn sucker is in his mouth.

You whine, yanking him forward until you’re kissing him. It’s clumsy, but he takes the sucker out and tosses it on the table behind you. You begin working desperately at his jeans, and hear him release a cherry flavored groan.

“Still gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, keeping his lips against yours.

“God yes,” you say in a shaky voice. “P-Please.”

“I can do that,” Yunho breathes. He places a large hand on the softness of your belly, gently pushing you back.

Yunho towers over you, one hand moving to cup your thigh and open you up so he can stand between them. The other goes to his jeans, and you find yourself biting your lip and digging your nails into your palms.

XXL?

“Since you look like you’re about to fucking eat me,” Yunho says with a laugh, “why don’t you do it? Hm? When’s the last time you put a condom on?”

You feel yourself blush at having been caught, but sit up to snatch the box near you.

“Asshole,” you mutter, refusing to give him a proper answer.

Your hands are too shaky to open the box, so you end up ripping it down the side, condoms spilling out. You sigh anyway and grab one, slipping the foil packet between your teeth. You move your hands to his jeans, and realize that for the first time…you’re nervous.

Until now your brain had been sex focused; it still was, but your post orgasm clarity made you realize how fucking desperate you looked. You roughly popped open the button of his jeans.

Yunho was so damn tall that his hips were practically level with your face whilst you were on the short table. This meant that, as soon as you’d tugged his boxers down, you suddenly found yourself face to face with the biggest cock you’ve ever seen.

XXL.

For a moment you were too dumbstruck—why did they bother sculpting the soft dicks when the hard ones could look like…this? All veins and smooth skin and a pink mushroom head that looked perfectly designed for…use. You wanted it in your mouth. But he hadn’t technically put his mouth on you, and you were both in a library, and right now you were starting to get a little shaky at the idea of this thing going anywhere near your neglected pussy, so you swallowed your resolve and took the condom from between your teeth.

Yunho watched as you struggled to tear open the packet, biting your lower lip in frustration. You finally got it open, sighing as you placed the rubber at the tip. He grabbed your hands then, and you paused. Shit. Were you doing this wrong?

“We don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles softly, cupping your chin. “You wanna stop right now? We stop. Not trying to ruin the mood, just want you to know it’s okay.”

You shake your head.

“I’m okay, thanks,” you say quietly. “It’s just…fuck, Yunho.”

He laughs, his little ego having returned just a bit, you wanted to roll your eyes and kiss him at the same time. He bites his lower lip and strokes his thumb over yours.

“I’ll be gentle,” he hums. “You can take it for me.”

Fuck. Yes, you absolutely can.

Yunho guides you onto your back, though you settle on your elbows, propped up for him. You watch as he squeezes the rest of the lube from the packet onto his cock, giving a few tugs before nodding at you. You weren’t sure if you were excited or scared, but there were two heartbeats and one was between your legs.

He pushes your legs apart and guides his cock forward. You lick your lips and let your knees fall open, bunching your skirt around your waist, offering yourself to him. Yunho sucks in air through his teeth and curses.

“So fucking pretty,” he hums, supporting his weight on one palm as he brushes his cock against you. You shiver as the cold lube is smeared around your sensitive cunt. “Knew it from the day I saw you freshman year in a skirt just like this one. Thought I was gonna die when you smiled at me.”

“I didn’t know you remembered,” you mumbled. You were so nervous your first day, which wasn’t helped by the hot guy who approached you and asked if you were lost. Apparently you could stop feeling ashamed for having mind fucked him back then.

“Of course I do,” Yunho chuckles, teasing the head of his cock up and down your slit. “So cute, how you blushed when I talked to you. You still do that, you know.”

“Shut up,” you mutter. Yunho laughs, then licks his lips.

“Gonna put it in now. Tell me if it’s too much,” he says. You nod.

The swollen head of his cock catches on your hole, and Yunho uses his weight to lean forward and urge himself inside. It aches a bit, not just from the size but fuck it’s been so long since you’ve had something more than your own fingers in you. Your thoughts go from not so bad to okay damn to holy fuck there’s more? Because he keeps pushing and you keep taking, and you feel every inch of him filling your insides while his body offers more.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck,” Yunho whines, still gripping the base of his cock as he guides it into you. Your head falls back and you curse at nothing; his cock is somehow too big but perfectly sized at the same time and you’ve never felt so god damn full. “Look at you, that needy little cunt is swallowing me babygirl. Keep fucking taking it.”

His words make you dizzy, and you whine when he’s finally fully seated. You feel heavy, pinned to the table, as though you can’t move. You reach down and feel the rigid sides of his cock, shocked to feel just how much is inside you.

“How’s that, beautiful?” Yunho asks. He places both palms on the table, either side of your body, and you tense. If he started thrusting, it would fuck you up.

“Good,” you say, nodding. “Big, but good.”

“Knew you could take it. 'm gonna fuck you now. Stop me if you need to," he murmurs. You can take it.

"I can take it," you nod. He smiles, kissing you once, then twice.

You squeak as Yunho begins fucking you properly, ploughing into you hard and fast, moving with need and instinct rather than reason.

The table shakes with his heavy thrusts, pistoning into you so hard it makes you dizzy. You’re surprised you can take him like this, able to feel every inch of him when he’s seated inside, pressing deliciously on your walls.

Yunho ruts into you like an animal, unfortunately one with a very big cock as he struggles to keep every inch buried inside you. He wasn’t lying about not pulling out, as he refused to do so even when thrusting. You had no room to breathe, no chance for air, as he fucked into you repeatedly while trying to go deeper.

You’re at a loss for words, lips parted, eyes following his expression and movements. He’s desperate in his own way, obviously holding back, though you don’t know from what. You consider encouraging him to let go—until he groans loudly and snaps his hips, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, baby. So fucking…need you to hold still for me and take it,” he breathes. "Hold still. A-Almost done, fuck, keep taking it so good for me."

You do as he asks without question, clinging to his shoulders, nose to nose with Jeong Yunho as he forces his cock as far as it can go in your body and begins to pump a thin condom full of cum that should be you.

Yunho takes a few moments to breathe, arms shaking where he holds himself up on the table. You run a hand through his damp hair, watching as he moans softly and leans into your touch.

“You okay?” you giggle. He nods, tilting his head to kiss your palm.

“Just…You’re so fucking perfect. Want more of you if you’ll let me, wanna make you feel good every day," he says.

You blink at the surprising tenderness of his words, feeling they were more than sex related. You wanted to ask questions, but right now, you were both sticky with sweat and fucked out on a library table that would need to be wiped down with holy water.

You separated, which left you shuddering from the sudden cold emptiness inside of you. Yunho exhaled sharply, waiting a few moments before removing the condom and tying it off.

You both cleaned up and fixed your clothes as best you could—though you stuffed your panties in your bag because the sticky wetness was a little much.

“Do you want to come over?” you ask, making sure your skirt is covering your ass. “You know. To clean up.”

Yunho smiles, which makes you smile, and then you’re blushing and cursing at yourself. He nods and brushes your cheek with his knuckle.

“Sounds good,” he hums. You beam and gesture for him to follow you. Yunho watches as you collect your things with shaky legs, smiling to himself.

You were so damn pretty. Intelligent. He’d noticed right away that you were someone he was going to want.

He grabbed his own bag and walked past the table, pausing as he stepped on something.

The sucker.

You crinkle your nose when you notice it, too.

“Guess we need to throw that away,” you mumble. He nods, bending down and picking it up. He holds it in his hand for a few seconds.

What a good idea it had been.

He slips it into his pocket, for the memories.

Memories like, your name. Your favorite color. That skirt you wore on your first day. Apartment 2B, where you lived. You like the right side of the bed, don’t you? Yunho likes the left side.

The last man you slept with—11 months, 1 week, and 4 days ago.

Yunho hated that one.

You had waffles for breakfast this morning. You usually have oatmeal. You sleep with a nightlight on.

You’re afraid of the dark.

“You coming?” you ask with a shy smile, pausing at the door. Yunho looks up. You didn’t see him slip the sucker in his pocket. You never notice things like that.

“Yeah,” he says. He follows you out the door and waits for you to lock up. Then, without thinking too much of it, he takes your hand. You don’t pull away. Your hand is small compared to his, and he squeezes it. You squeeze back.

You like hot showers.

You sound so pretty when you moan, especially when you think you’re alone.

Your bathroom window is never locked.

You're never alone.

Yunho has a good memory when it comes to you.

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