you killed the engine and just sat for a minute, watching the rain slide down the windshield. you could easily see a silhouette moving beyond the enormous front door, tall and broad-shouldered, and your throat went dry.

get a grip, you told yourself. you're not a kid anymore. you stopped calling him 'uncle' six years ago. you're just an old family friend visiting. nothing more.

the lie tasted bitter.

you grabbed your overnight bag (the flimsy excuse for this visit was that your dad had asked mingyu to pass on some old boxing souvenirs, and mingyu had said; "why doesn't he stay the night? it's a long drive back.") and made a dash for the covered portico.

the door swung open before you could even knock.

and, oh god, there he was.

kim mingyu, your dad’s bestfriend.

time, which had been so unkind to your peace of mind, had been nothing but generous to him. mingyu was, as always, so fucking unfair.

he must have just come from his home gym; he wore simple grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a thin white cotton t-shirt that did absolutely nothing to conceal the powerful planes of his chest and shoulders. his black hair — now threaded with more distinguished silver at the temples than you remembered — was damp and messy, as if he'd run a towel through it. his tan skin glowed in the warm light from the foyer, and his face… oh, those soft, almost boyish features, the full mouth, and those big, dark brown doe eyes that were currently wide with a warmth that made your stomach flip.

"you're here," mingyu said, his voice that same rich, warm baritone that had starred in approximately a million of your late-night fantasies.

"i'm here," you managed, suddenly aware you were dripping on his pristine limestone floor. "ah, sorry, i'm getting water everywhere."

"it's just water. come in, come in."

mingyu stepped back, ushering you inside with a wave of his hand. as you passed him, your shoulder barely brushed his chest, and a jolt, pure and electric, shot straight down your spine. he smelled like clean sweat, expensive vanilla soap, and something fundamentally, uniquely mingyu, something you couldn’t name.

he closed the door, shutting out the sound of the rain.

the house was comfortably quiet, cavernous, and impeccably decorated. it was mostly cool tones and modern art. it was beautiful, but it felt a little… sterile? more like a museum. or a very nice cage.

"let me take that," mingyu said, his fingers brushing yours as he took your bag.

the contact was brief, but his touch was searing. he looked you over, a small, fond smile playing on his lips.

"look at you. you've filled out. no more of that scrawny kid who used to steal my sunglasses."

you grinned, shoving your hands in your jeans pockets to hide their slight tremor.

"well, i was never scrawny. and i borrowed them. you have good taste."

"i do," mingyu said, his eyes crinkling. then he seemed to catch himself, the smile softening into something more careful. "how was the drive?"

"really long. glad it's over."

"your dad said you aced your finals."

"he tells you everything, huh?"

"he's my best friend," mingyu said it simply, but the words hung in the air between you, a reminder of the canyon you were trying to cross.

mingyu led you into the great room, a space with a two-story ceiling and a wall of glass overlooking a rain-soaked infinity pool and dark woods beyond. a fire crackled in a minimalist fireplace.

"drink? i was about to have a whiskey."

"sure. whatever you're having."

he moved to a crystal decanter on a sideboard, his back to you. you let yourself look, genuinely look.

the way the sweatpants clung to his strong thighs and the perfect curve of his ass. the way his t-shirt stretched across the formidable width of his shoulders. the corded strength in his forearms as he poured two generous glasses. mingyu was a man in his prime, all latent power and effortless grace. the silver in his hair wasn't an aging flaw; it was a goddamn accent, a mark of experience that made your knees weak.

mingyu turned, catching you staring.

you didn't look away, and a faint, almost imperceptible flush crept up his neck. mingyu handed you a glass, his fingers carefully avoiding yours this time.

"cheers," he said, clinking his glass against yours. "to being home for the summer."

"to seeing old friends," you replied, holding his gaze.

you took a long sip. the whiskey was smooth and smoky, burning a welcome path down your throat.

the conversation flowed easily at first — catching up, safe topics. mingyu’s recent business trip to japan. your classes. his new chef's kitchen that he never used. your mom's gardening obsession… but the undercurrent was always there, a low hum of tension just like the distant thunder outside.

mingyu was touchy by nature, he always had been — a clap on the shoulder, a ruffle of the hair, an arm slung over the back of the couch.

it used to be avuncular, comforting. but now… god, every point of contact was a brand.

mingyu sat next to you on the massive sectional, closer than necessary. when he laughed at a story you told about a disastrous date, his knee bumped against yours. he left it there, a solid, warm pressure. you could feel the heat of him through the denim of your jeans.

"so what happened?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. "was he boring?"

"well… he spent forty minutes talking about the nutritional benefits of different grass-fed beef brands," you deadpanned.

mingyu threw his head back and laughed, a full, unguarded sound that filled the quiet room.

"oh, no. that's tragic."

he shifted, turning his body toward you, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind your head. his fingers were inches from your hair.

"you deserve someone who talks about interesting things. or better yet, knows when to be quiet."

his voice had dropped, just a fraction, and the air between you thickened.

"what would they do? when they're being quiet?" you asked, your own voice quieter than you intended.

mingyu's smile faded.

his eyes searched yours, dark and unreadable. for a long moment, mingyu just looked at you, and you saw the conflict in him — the fondness, the desire, and a deep, churning wave of guilt. he cleared his throat and looked away, toward the fire.

"they'd… listen to the rain. and enjoy the peace."

mingyu took a large swallow of his whiskey. you saw his adam's apple bob in his strong throat, you saw the tight clench of his jaw.

"it's not very peaceful in here right now," you murmured.

his eyes snapped back to you. "no?"

you shook your head slowly, not breaking eye contact.

you leaned forward, just a little, under the pretense of setting your glass on the coffee table. the movement brought you deeper into mingyu’s space, his arm now fully surrounding you.

"it feels like there's a… charge in the air. don't you feel?"

"y/n..." it was a warning, a plea.

his breath hitched, and his gaze dropped to your mouth for a split second before he forcibly dragged it back up.

"don't."

"don't what?" you asked innocently, even as your blood pounded in your ears. "i'm just talking about the weather. static electricity. from the storm."

"you know what you're doing," mingyu said it softly, almost to himself.

mingyu started to pull his arm back, to create distance, but you reached up and placed your hand on his forearm, stopping him. the muscle under your palm was like steel wrapped in velvet. you felt him tense, then shudder.

"do i? maybe i don't. maybe you should tell me what i'm doing, mingyu."

the use of his name, stripped of any title, did something to him. a low sound, almost a groan, escaped him.

mingyu looked utterly tormented.

"this is so... oh my god, this is so wrong. you are his son. you are a kid."

"i'm twenty-four," you said, your thumb stroking a slow, deliberate path along his inner arm. "and you look at me, and you don't see a kid. you haven't for a long time."

mingyu closed his eyes, as if in pain.

"you have no idea what you're asking for."

"i think i do. i've wanted it; wanted you. for years," the confession hung in the air, raw and shameless. "and you want it, too. you're suffering right now because you want it so bad it's killing you to hold back."

his eyes flew open; they were blazing, dark with a hunger so intense it stole your breath. the careful, gentle friend was gone, replaced by something far more primal.

mingyu’s free hand came up and gripped your chin, his fingers firm but not hurting at all.

"you have no right to talk to me like that."

"why? because you're older? wiser?" you didn't pull away; instead you leaned into his touch. "or because you're scared you'll like it too much?"

mingyu stared at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

the internal battle was written across his face in stark relief — the decades of loyalty, the friendship with your father, the societal rules... all warring with the sheer, undeniable force of his want. you could also see the exact moment the dam began to crack.

"you're playing with fire," he breathed, his voice ragged.

"i'm not playing," you held his gaze, letting every ounce of your own longing show. "i've never been more serious about anything in my life."

for a long, suspended moment, he was perfectly still.

the only sounds were the rain, the crackle of the fire, and the frantic beating of two hearts. you watched the struggle finally leave his eyes, replaced by a resigned, desperate surrender.

a soft, broken curse fell from mingyu’s lips.

"damn it."

and then his mouth was on yours.

it wasn't gentle, and it wasn't a question; the kiss feel more like a collision, a release of pressure built over years, and it stole the breath from your lungs.

mingyu’s lips were softer than you'd imagined (and oh, you had imagined it a thousand times) but the kiss was anything but soft. it was hungry, devouring, a hot, wet slide of desperation that had a broken sound halt moan, half sob tearing from your throat. you answered with everything you had, your hands flying up to fist in the damp cotton of his t-shirt, pulling him closer, needing to erase the last sliver of space between you.

mingyu's hands were everywhere.

one large palm cradled the back of your head, fingers tangling brutally in your hair, tilting you to a better angle. the other swept down your spine, a rough, possessive stroke that made desperately you arch into him. mingyu tasted of expensive whiskey and the faint, clean mint of his toothpaste, and underneath it, that essential, masculine flavor that was just him.

his tongue swept against yours, and you met it eagerly, the slick, hot friction making your entire body tremble.

mingyu pulled back just enough to gasp for air, his forehead resting softly against yours, his breaths coming in ragged, hot puffs against your wet lips. his eyes were blown black, his pupils swallowing the warm brown almost completely.

"tell me," he growled, his voice ragged and thick. "look at me and tell me you really want this. that you know what this means."

you didn't hesitate a single second; you kept your gaze locked on his, letting him see every raw, unguarded ounce of your longing.

"i've wanted this. wanted you. for years, mingyu. i know exactly what it means."

a shudder wracked mingyu’s big frame.

he closed his eyes for a second, as if absorbing your words, letting them dismantle the last of his resistance. when he opened them again, the last vestige of 'uncle mingyu' was completely gone, burned away by a heat so intense it was frightening.

"then you're mine tonight," he breathed, the words a low, possessive vow. "right here. i can't... i can't make it to the bedroom. i need you now."

you simply nodded, words failing you, and surged forward to recapture his mouth. this kiss was deeper, slower, but no less desperate; it was a claiming kiss.

his hands moved from your hair and back to roam over your shoulders, down your arms, mapping your body through your shirt with a reverence that contradicted the urgency of his mouth. mingyu’s thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you jerked against him, a sharp, breathy moan escaping into his mouth.

mingyu smiled against your lips, a dark, pleased thing.

"sensitive," mingyu murmured softly, before dipping his head to trail his mouth along your jaw, down the column of your throat.

he sucked a patch of skin there, not hard enough to bruise, but with enough pressure to make you gasp and your hips buck upward, seeking friction.

"i want to hear every sound you make."

he worked his way back to your mouth, kissing you deeply as his hands went to the hem of your shirt. in one fluid, impatient movement, he broke the kiss just long enough to yank the fabric up and over your head, tossing it carelessly across the room. the cool air of the vast room hit your heated skin, raising goosebumps, but his gaze was way hotter.

mingyu leaned back, just looking, his eyes drinking you in with a hunger that made your skin flush.

"jesus christ," he whispered, his voice full of awe.

mingyu’s hands came up, but they didn't grab you; they hovered, then settled on your waist, his thumbs stroking the defined lines of your hips. his touch was calloused, slightly rough, and it set your nerves on fire.

"you're so... fuck. so beautiful."

he bent his head and kissed the center of your chest, right over your pounding heart. then his mouth began a slow, torturous descent. mingyu kissed every dip and plane, his lips and tongue tracing the lines of your muscles, paying special, lingering attention to each of your nipples, sucking and gently nipping until they were pebbled tight and aching, and you were writhing beneath him, fingers clawing at the soft fabric of the couch.

"mingyu... please..." you whined, the sound high and needy, echoing in the quiet room.

you'd never made a sound like that before. it was pure, unfiltered want.

"please what, baby?" mingyu murmured against your stomach, his breath hot on your skin.

his hands hooked into the waistband of your jeans, popping the button with an easy flick of his thumb. the sound of the zipper coming down was obscenely loud.

"tell me."

"touch me," you begged, your hips lifting off the couch in a silent plea. "god, just touch me."

mingyu made a low, approving sound and nuzzled against the trail of hair leading down from your navel, his nose brushing against the straining fabric of your briefs. your cock was painfully hard, a thick, obvious line of heat trapped against your stomach.

"look at you," he said, his voice husky with desire.

mingyu pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right over the head of your cock through the cotton, and you cried out, your back bowing.

"aww, all worked up for me. been thinking about this, haven't you?"

"yes," you choked out. "always. every damn night."

that seemed to undo him completely.

with a gentleness that belied the tense set of his shoulders, mingyu peeled your jeans and briefs down your thighs, just enough to free you. the cool air was a shock, but then his big, warm hand wrapped around your length, and you saw stars.

"so perfect," he breathed, staring at you in his hand with a kind of rapt fascination.

mingyu gave you a slow, firm stroke, his thumb swiping over the bead of pre-cum at your tip, spreading the slickness. the sensation was so intense your vision blurred, and you threw your head back against the couch arm, a broken moan tearing from your throat.

"look at me," he commanded, his voice soft but insistent; so you forced your eyes open, meeting his dark, heated gaze. "i want to see you."

mingyu held your stare as he slowly, oh so slowly, lowered his head.

his breath ghosted over your sensitive cockhead, and you trembled violently. he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the tip, his lips impossibly soft against that most intimate part of you. a choked sob escaped you.

"is this okay?" he asked, his voice a rough whisper against your skin.

the question, the check-in amidst the frenzy, was almost more devastating than the act itself.

"yes—god, yes, please," you babbled, your hands finding their way back into his thick, silky hair.

mingyu didn’t need to hear anything else.

his mouth sank down on you, hot and wet and perfect, and your world exploded into pure, white-hot sensation. mingyu took you deep, his throat working around you, and the sight of him — kim mingyu, this powerful, beautiful man, on his knees between your legs, his eyes closed in concentration — was more than enough to make you feel dizzy.

mingyu began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that had your hips twitching off the couch. one of his big hands cupped and gently squeezed your balls, while the other rested possessively on your hip bone, his thumb slowly stroking your skin.

his technique was unhurried, meticulous.

he'd pull back until just your cockhead was nestled in the heat of his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge, before sliding down again, taking you to the hilt. the wet, slick sounds, combined with your ragged breathing and his low, contented hums, were the most erotic symphony you'd ever heard in your life.

"f-fuck—mingyu... i'm not gonna last..." you warned, your fingers tightening in his hair.

the coil in your gut was winding impossibly tight, such a sweet, agonizing pressure building with every skillful slide of his tongue, every gentle suck.

but mingyu pulled off with a soft, wet pop, leaving you throbbing and bereft in the cool air. he was breathing heavily, his lips swollen and glistening. mingyu kissed the inside of your thigh, sweetly, then the other, his stubble scratching deliciously against your sensitive skin.

"not yet, baby," he said, his voice wrecked. "we're just getting started."

mingyu leaned forward, softly pushing your legs further apart, and kissed a trail from the very base of your cock down, over your perineum, until his mouth was right there, at your entrance.

you tensed, a new wave of shocking, vulnerable heat flooding you.

"so pretty here too," he murmured, his breath so hot against you.

mingyu didn't do anything more for a long moment, just let you feel the warmth of his breath, the promise of his mouth so close. the anticipation was a sweet torture.

then, finally, mingyu pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right against your hole.

you jolted, a sharp, surprised gasp leaving you. mingyu did it again, kissing and licking with a tender, exploring curiosity that made you feel exposed and worshipped all at once. your whines were constant now, a high, needy background noise to his quiet, focused attention.

after a minute of this maddening, gentle assault, he pulled back.

you heard the slick sound of him spitting into his own palm, and your breath hitched — mingyu’s eyes were on yours, watching your face as he brought his wet fingers back between your legs.

"just one," he whispered, the pad of his middle finger circling you, slick and insistent. "just to start. tell me if it's too much, okay?"

you could only nod, biting your lip.

the pressure was strange, intense, a slight burn as he pressed against the tight ring of muscle. you forced yourself to relax, to breathe out, and on your exhale, his finger pushed in, just past the first knuckle.

you gasped; it was a full, invasive sensation, a stretch you'd only ever imagined. mingyu went still, letting you adjust, his other hand stroking your flank soothingly.

"okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back.

"yeah," you breathed out. "more... please, just... move."

mingyu obeyed immediately, sliding his finger deeper, until he couldn’t go any further.

the feeling of being filled, of having a part of him inside you, was utterly profound. he began to move it slowly, a gentle in-and-out, crooking it slightly on each inward stroke. on one particularly deep push, his fingertip brushed against a spot deep inside you that sent a jolt of pure, electric pleasure straight up your spine.

you cried out, your back arching off the couch.

"there! oh my—god, there!"

a dark, possessive smile touched mingyu’s lips.

"found it," he rumbled.

mingyu focused his efforts on that spot, rubbing over it with a relentless, gentle precision that had you seeing stars. he then added a second finger, stretching you more thoroughly now, the burn melting into a deep, throbbing ache of fullness.

all the while, mingyu watched your face, drinking in every hitch of your breath, every flutter of your eyelids, every broken syllable of his name that fell from your lips.

you were a writhing, moaning mess beneath him, completely at his mercy, floating on a sea of sensation he was meticulously building. the rain still lashed against the glass walls, the fire crackled, and in this isolated, gleaming cage of a house, the only thing that was real was mingyu’s touch, his heat, his dark eyes claiming you, piece by shattered piece.

mingyu leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a deep, messy kiss, his fingers still working inside you. you could taste yourself on his tongue; a salty, intimate flavor that drove you wild.

"you feel so good," he groaned against your lips. "so tight and hot around me. you're taking me so well, baby. my sweet, good boy."

oh, the praise, the pet name, spoken in that rough, worshipful baritone, crashed over you like a wave. you were so, so close again, teetering on the edge just from his fingers and his words.

but mingyu slowed his movements, drawing a very frustrated whimper from you.

"not yet, baby," he repeated, his own breath coming in harsh pants.

mingyu withdrew his fingers slowly, making you feel suddenly, acutely empty.

he sat back on his heels, looking down at you; sprawled, bare, wrecked, and completely his on his expensive sofa. mingyu’s own arousal was a blatant, impressive bulge straining against his grey sweatpants.

he reached out, his thumb wiping away a tear you didn't even know had escaped from the corner of your eye. his expression was a complex mix of raw hunger, tender awe, and simmering, dark possession.

"now," he said, his voice a low, delicious threat, a promise of everything still to come. "now, we get you ready for the rest of me."

the words hung between you, a vow that made your spent body thrum with new anticipation.

but the 'ready' mingyu spoke of wasn't about more preparation; this time, it was about the final surrender, the crossing of a line there was definitely no coming back from. you saw it in mingyu’s eyes — the last thread of his control, frayed and about to snap.

you didn't give it a chance to.

with a strength born of years of desperate longing, you surged up from the couch cushions, your body colliding with his. your mouth found his in a kiss that was nothing like the first one.

that very first kiss had been a shockwave, a detonation; but this one was a conflagration.

it was hot, so desperate, and so fucking messy. it was all teeth and clashing tongues and shared, ragged breaths that were more like sobs. you kissed him like you were trying to crawl inside him, to live under his skin. your hands framed his jaw, your thumbs digging into the hinges, holding him to you as if he might vanish.

mingyu met you with equal, devastating fervor.

one of his big hands cradled the back of your skull, his fingers tangling so tightly in your hair it bordered on pain, a sweet, anchoring ache. the other swept down your naked back, palming your ass, pulling you flush against the thick, hard ridge of his cock still trapped in his sweats. the rough cotton against your oversensitive skin was its own kind of torture.

mingyu broke the kiss with a wet, gasping sound, only to dive back in, nipping at your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth before plunging his tongue back inside.

"god, the way you kiss me," he groaned into your mouth, the words mangled and hot. "like you're starving for it."

"i am," you panted against his lips, your hips grinding down instinctively. "i've been starving for you."

a rough sound ripped from his chest.

in one fluid, powerful motion, mingyu sat back fully onto the sofa, his back against the cushions, and hauled you with him, pulling you completely into his lap. you straddled his thick thighs, the new position forcing a shocked gasp from you as it brought your bodies into even more intimate contact. his sweatpants were the only barrier left, and they felt like the worst insult.

mingyu’s hands were everywhere, claiming every single part of you as the kiss continued, sloppy and deep; they roamed over your shoulders, down your arms, mapping the dip of your spine, the swell of your ass. mingyu squeezed the flesh of your backside, his fingers digging in, massaging and kneading with a possessiveness that made you feel oh so dizzy.

one hand slid around to your front, splaying across your lower belly, holding you down against him as if to say; you're right here, you're mine. his other hand came up to cradle your face, his thumb stroking your fever-hot cheekbone even as his tongue delved deeper.

you were the one who broke the kiss this time, tearing your mouth from his with a ragged cry born of pure, unadulterated need.

you had to see. you had to have.

your eyes locked on mingyu’s, blown black with lust, and you didn't look away as your hands scrambled for the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

your fingers trembled so badly you fumbled with the simple knot of the drawstring. but mingyu didn't help, he just watched you struggle, his chest heaving, a faint, dark smile on his kiss-swollen lips. his gaze was heavy, heated, drinking in your frantic desperation.

finally, you got the tie loose. you hooked your fingers into the band, and with a forceful yank, you pulled both sweats and the boxer briefs beneath them down over his hips, just enough to free him.

the air left your lungs in a silent, stunned rush.

holy. fucking. shit.

you'd imagined, in all those late-night fantasies. hell, you'd felt him, hard and insistent against you.

but oh… imagination was a very pale, pathetic ghost compared to the reality now springing free, thick and heavy against mingyu’s stomach.

mingyu was... monstrous.

thick, velvety-looking, and so fucking long. a prominent, dark vein ran along the underside, pulsing visibly. mingyu was fully erect, the flushed, ruddy head glistening with a bead of pre-cum. he was beautiful in a way that was almost intimidating, a perfect, primal expression of his sheer masculine power.

your mind short-circuited; your own cock gave a painful, interested twitch.

"jesus, mingyu," you breathed, the words barely audible.

he saw the awe, the flicker of apprehension in your eyes, and mingyu’s smile softened instantly, turning unbearably sweet. he brought his hands up, cupping your face again, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. his touch was a direct contrast to the fierce, demanding weapon of his body just beneath you.

"it's okay," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "we'll go slow. we have all night. just look at me, baby. keep looking at me."

mingyu’s calm was an anchor; you nodded, swallowing hard, your gaze slowly lifting from his cock to his eyes. the tenderness in them, mixed with the smoldering hunger, steadied you.

tentatively, you reached down between your bodies; your hand wrapped around him.

a low, punched-out groan vibrated deeply through mingyu’s chest. your fingers couldn't even come close to touching; the girth was staggering, the heat of him searing your palm. m

you began to stroke him, slowly, from root to tip, feeling the iron-hard shaft under the silken skin, tracing the prominent vein with your thumb. mingyu’s head fell back against the expensive sofa cushion, his brown eyes squeezing shut. a long, slow, filthy moan dragged itself from his throat, a raw sound of pleasure that went straight to your own cock.

"f-fuck... just like that," he gritted out, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary upward thrust into your fist. "your hand feels—god, it feels like heaven."

you worked him, spreading the slickness from his tip down his length, the wet, slick sounds obscene in the quiet room. you watched mingyu come apart — the corded tendons in his neck standing out, his full lips parted, his breath coming in harsh gusts. he was letting you see him, utterly vulnerable to your touch.

"need you," you whispered, your own voice frayed. "i need you in me. now."

mingyu’s eyes flew open, dark and intense.

"you're sure? you're ready?"

"more than ready. i've been ready for years."

mingyu nodded, his hands moving to your hips, his grip firm and guiding.

"okay. okay, baby. you control it. you take what you need. slowly. just... slowly."

you positioned yourself, lifting up on your knees. with one hand still gripping mingyu’s shoulder for balance, you used the other to guide him. the broad, slick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and you both froze for a second, the reality of it crashing down.

you were stretched and slick from his fingers, but this was an entirely different league.

"breathe," mingyu whispered, his hands soothing on your hips. "just breathe out for me, sweetheart."

you exhaled shakily, and as you did, you sank down.

the initial pressure was immense, a blunt, burning stretch that stole all the air from your lungs. you cried out, a sharp, shocked sound. mingyu's hands tightened on you, holding you softly, his own breath held.

"shhh, i've got you," he cooed, his voice thick with strain.

mingyu leaned forward, peppering your face with soft, urgent kisses; he kissed your trembling eyelids, the damp corner of your mouth, your sweaty temple.

"that's it. just the tip, baby. just get used to me. god, you're so tight... you're taking me so perfectly."

you slowly pushed past the burn, sinking down another impossible inch. the stretch was really agonizing, overwhelming, but beneath it was a rightness, a fullness you'd craved without even knowing the shape of it. you moaned, long and low, your forehead falling against his.

mingyu was breathing hard, his nostrils flared, every muscle in his torso locked with the effort of staying still.

"f-feel you," you gasped. "oh my god—i… i can feel you everywhere."

"look at me," mingyu begged softly.

you opened your eyes, meeting his. they were glazed, swimming with an emotion way too deep to name.

"stay with me."

you nodded, biting your lip, and sank down further, and further, in tiny, incremental surrenders. each fraction deeper made you whimper, a high, pathetic sound. mingyu murmured a constant stream of praise and encouragement, his lips never leaving your skin.

"my beautiful boy… so good for me... wrapping around me so tight... never felt anything like this..."

when you finally, finally seated yourself fully, his hips flush against your ass, you both let out a simultaneous, shattered groan.

you were impaled, filled to the absolute limit. you could feel him in your throat; in your soul. the burn was subsiding, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache of completion. you were so full you couldn't move, couldn't even think. you just sat there, trembling, feeling him pulse inside you, feeling his own tremors of restraint.

"f-fuck," mingyu choked out, his head dropping back again, his adam's apple bobbing. "you're... you're really everywhere. i'm so deep, baby. are you okay? please, tell me you're okay."

you could only nod, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

"so full," you mumbled against his tan skin. "never... never felt this full."

mingyu held you like that for what felt like an eternity, his big hands running up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings into your hair, patiently letting your body adjust to the invasion. the rain was a distant melody now, the fire a warm witness.

slowly, the unbearable pressure began to transform; the ache became a sweet, heavy throb.

a need to move, to feel him move, began to coil deep in your gut. tentatively, you flexed your inner muscles around him — mingyu jolted as if electrocuted, a broken cry tearing from him.

"fuck—don't... don't do that unless you want this to be over before it starts."

a spark of power shot through you; and you did it again, a slow, deliberate squeeze.

"baby," mingyu warned, but it was a plea.

you lifted your head, looking down at him. you placed your hands on his broad, solid chest for leverage, and you took a deep, shuddering breath.

finally, you started to move.

you rose up, slowly, agonizingly, feeling every single inch of him drag against your oversensitive walls. and oh, the sensation was so intense your vision spotted; you heard mingyu's breath hitch, you saw his hands fist at his sides, knuckles completely white.

when just mingyu’s cockhead remained inside, you paused a little, hovering, before sinking back down in one slow, smooth slide.

the moan that ripped from both of you was guttural, unison. it was too much; god, it was everything.

"that's it," mingyu rasped, his hands flying back to your hips, not really to guide, but simply to feel you. "ride me, baby. take what you want. use me."

you found a rhythm, slow and deep at first, a rolling grind of your hips that rubbed him against that sweet, devastating spot inside you with every downward stroke.

your movements were unsteady, clumsy, fueled by pure sensation. your thighs burned, but hell — you didn't care. the only thing that mattered right now was the drag and fill, the hot slap of skin, the way his eyes never left yours, dark and worshipping.

"look at you," mingyu breathed, his voice wrecked with awe. "look at you moving on my cock. you were made for this. made only for me."

his words lit a fire in you.

you moved faster, your rises and falls becoming more desperate, losing the smoothness for a more frantic, hungry pace. the sofa cushions squeaked beneath you, the room filled with the symphony of your union; wet, slick sounds, the slap of flesh, your ragged sobs, his deep, guttural groans.

"mingyu... oh my—mingyu, please..." you chanted, a broken mantra.

you didn't even know what you were begging for. more? harder? to never stop?

"i know, baby, i know," he groaned, his hands sliding from your hips to grip your ass, spreading you wider, helping you take him even deeper.

his control was fraying fast. his hips began to meet your downward thrusts with small, upward snaps of his own.

"you feel so fucking good. so perfect. my perfect boy."

one of mingyu’s hands snaked up your torso, his thumb brushing roughly over your nipple. you cried out, arching your back, which drove him even deeper. he pinched the nub, rolling it between his fingers, sending jolts of sharp pleasure-pain straight to your cock, which leaked steadily onto his stomach.

"touch yourself," he commanded, his voice ragged. "i want to see you come while you ride me."

you obeyed without thought, your hand wrapping around your own length, stroking in time with your frantic bouncing. the dual sensation — the internal fullness, the external friction — was too much, too good. you were babbling, a stream of incoherent praise and filth;

"yes—yes, just like that... you're so big... filling me up... i'm yours, all yours..."

mingyu’s name became the only word you knew.

the tension coiled tighter, a spring ready to snap. your movements became erratic, your rhythm falling apart into desperate, jerking motions.

mingyu saw it; he sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around you, crushing you to his chest. he took over, his own powerful hips pistoning up into you from below, his pace brutal and perfect. he was everywhere — his mouth on your neck, sucking a bruise into your skin, his hands clutching you to him, his cock nailing that sweet little spot inside you with unerring accuracy.

"i'm gonna... i'm gonna cum—" you sobbed.

your orgasm tearing through you without warning, a white-hot detonation that seized every muscle in your body; you clenched around mingyu violently, your release striping his chest and stomach in hot pulses.

the feel of you milking him, the raw, shattered sound of your cry, was mingyu’s undoing.

with a roar that was half your name, half a prayer, mingyu desperately buried himself in the deepest part of you and stilled. you felt the hot, deep pulse of his release flooding you, wave after endless wave, marking you, claiming you from the inside out. he held you there, locked together, as he emptied himself, his whole body shuddering with the force of it.

the collapse was gradual; the frantic energy seeped away, leaving behind a boneless, trembling exhaustion.

mingyu slumped back against the cushions, taking you with him, still joined. you lay sprawled on top of him, a mess of sweat and cum and spent desire, your ear pressed to his sweaty chest, listening to the frantic, slowing gallop of his heart.

his arms came around you, not in passion now, but in a sheltering embrace. one of mingyu’s hand stroked your damp hair, the other drew lazy, soothing circles on your back; you were both breathing hard, the air thick with the scent of sex and sandalwood and rain.

for a long time, there were no words.

none were needed.

the silence was full, a living thing woven from the crackle of the dying fire, the distant patter of rain outside, and the slow syncing of your breaths.

you felt mingyu soften inside you, a gradual, intimate withdrawal that made you clench involuntarily, drawing a soft, spent groan from deep in his chest.

"shhh, baby," he murmured, his voice a rough, warm rumble beneath your ear. his hand moved from your hair to cradle the back of your head. "just rest. i've got you."

you nuzzled into mingyu’s neck, breathing him in. his skin was salty, his familiar scent now layered with something new, something that was you and him mixed together. god, you'd never smelled anything better.

you felt his lips press against your temple, not a kiss of hunger, but one of... reverence.

it made your throat tighten.

mingyu’s hand continued its slow journey up and down your spine, over the curve of your ass, as if he couldn't stop touching you, even now. his touch was different; before, it had been about claiming, about desperation. but now, it was about savoring, about memorizing.

"you feel that?" he whispered after a while, his voice low and awed. his palm flattened against the small of your back, holding you firmly to him. "how perfectly you fit? like you were carved to slot right here."

you made a soft, affirmative little noise, way too wrung out to form words.

"the way you moved," mingyu continued, his voice taking on a husky, wondering quality.

he was talking more to himself than to you.

"taking all of me. fucking yourself on my cock like you were born for it. so greedy. so perfect," his fingers traced the knobs of your spine. "i've never seen anything more beautiful in my life."

a warm, syrupy tlush spread through your chest at his words. you turned your head just enough to press an open-mouthed kiss to the base of his throat, tasting salt and skin. he hummed, the sound vibrating through you.

slowly, with a tenderness that made your heart ache, he shifted beneath you. mingyu guided you to slide off him, the loss of connection making you whimper softly.

"shh, i'm right here," he soothed, arranging your limp body beside him on the wide sofa.

you were laying on your back, and mingyu hovered over you, propped up on one elbow, his big body caging you in completely, blocking out the rest of the vast, dark room. his free hand came up to brush the sweat-damp hair from your forehead.

mingyu’s eyes were soft, impossibly dark, and they roamed over your face like a man seeing a miracle.

"look at you," he breathed. "all wrecked because of me."

he bent his head and kissed you.

it was nothing like the kisses before; there was no clash, no frantic battle for dominance. no, this time, the kiss was slow — a slow and sweet exploration.

mingyu’s lips were soft, plush, moving over yours with a devastating tenderness. he licked gently at your lower lip, asking, and you opened for him with a soft sigh. his hot tongue met yours in a lazy, wet slide that tasted of whiskey and shared pleasure. mingyu kissed you like he had absolutely all the time in the world; like discovering the shape of your mouth was the most important task he'd ever undertaken.

he pulled back just an inch, his breath mingling with yours. a small, dazed smile touched his swollen lips.

"can't get enough of that," he admitted, his voice a gravelly whisper. "your mouth. it's fucking addictive."

you managed a shaky smile of your own, lifting a heavy hand to trace the silver strands at his temple.

"old man's got stamina," you teased, your voice hoarse.

the smile on his face widened, turning boyish and bright, crinkling the corners of those big, doe eyes. he caught your finger and brought it to his lips, kissing the tip.

"who you calling old?" mingyu rumbled playfully, nipping at your finger. "i seem to recall a certain someone being the one who tapped out first."

"you overwhelmed me," you protested weakly, but you were smiling brightly, a giddy, post-coital lightness bubbling up inside you.

this — this easy, affectionate teasing. yeah, this was something you'd dreamed of, too.

"i'll overwhelm you anytime you want, baby," he said, his tone dropping back into that low, possessive register that made your spent nerves twitch.

mingyu’s gaze grew heated again as it traveled down your body. you were a complete mess — his release was already leaking from you, sticky on your thighs, your own cum drying on your stomach.

you should have felt embarrassed, exposed. but under his gaze… you felt nothing but worshipped.

mingyu’s hand, which had been resting on your hip, began to drift. it slid over your abdomen, his fingers splaying wide; the touch was so warm, so possessive. he pressed down, gently, massaging the muscle there.

"feel that?" he murmured, his eyes locked on yours. "so soft here. so warm."

you did feel it. and you felt something else, too.

beneath your ass, where his thigh was pressed against you, you felt the unmistakable, thickening heat of him beginning to harden once more. a jolt of pure, electric shock went through you, and your eyes widened.

mingyu saw your expression; a faint, self-deprecating blush crept up his neck, but his eyes were dark with unabashed want. he gave a small, helpless shrug, his thumb stroking your belly.

"i can't help it," he said, his voice thick with a kind of bewildered desire. "the way you're looking at me... the way you feel... god—you're all over me. inside and out. it's... it's making me crazy."

mingyu was already half-hard, and the proof of it was pressing insistently against your thigh.

after everything, the man was starving. damn it, he was desperate. and the look in his eyes — a mix of awe, obsession, and sheer, unadulterated lust — shattered any last shred of resistance you might have had.

who were you to say no to this man? to kim mingyu, who you'd wanted with a singleminded ache for what felt like your entire adult life? this beautiful of a man was here, real and warm and hard for you again, looking at you like you'd hung the moon.

"you're really insatiable," you breathed softly, but you were already shifting, spreading your legs a fraction in blatant invitation.

a ragged breath left him. mingyu leaned down, capturing your mouth in another deep, languid kiss.

"only for you," he growled against your lips. "only ever for you. tell me yes. tell me you want me again."

you pulled back from the kiss, holding his desperate, beautiful face in your hands. you looked right into those big, dark, pleading eyes.

"yes," you said, simple and sure. "i want you. i always want you. please, mingyu."

the sound mingyu made was pure relief and hunger. he kissed you hard and quick, then began to move.

"my turn," he whispered, his voice a promise. "let me take care of you this time. let me love you properly."

mingyu nudged you, and you understood, rolling onto your stomach; but he made a soft, disapproving sound.

"no. look at me. i want to see you."

mingyu guided you onto your back again.

then, with surprising strength and gentleness, he hooked his hands under your knees, spreading you wide and lifting your legs. he arranged you so your calves were resting over his shoulders, your body open and utterly exposed to him. the position was vulnerable, intimate, and so deep you gasped just thinking about it.

"mingyu..." you whispered.

"shhh. just feel."

and then he began.

mingyu started at your ankles, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to the bone. he worked his way up your calves, his lips and the rough scrape of his stubble a delicious contrast on your sensitive skin. he took his time, worshipping every inch. he'd murmur against your skin, his voice a low, continuous hum of praise.

"such strong legs... carried you right to me... my baby is so beautiful..."

he reached your inner thighs, and he lingered there, kissing and sucking gently at the tender skin, nipping playfully, making you jump and giggle breathlessly.

"ticklish here?" mingyu asked sweetly, a smile in his voice before he soothed the spot with his tongue. "good. i'll remember that."

his journey was agonizingly slow, deliberately torturous. mingyu bypassed your aching cock entirely, which was already filling again, lying heavy and interested against your stomach. he kissed your hip bones, licked a stripe along the crease of your thigh and torso, his big hands holding you steady.

"mingyu—please," you begged, arching up, seeking any kind of friction.

"wait a little more," he chided softly, blowing a cool breath over your wet skin. "i'm not done admiring."

he moved to your chest, his mouth finding your nipples again; mingyu gave them the same devoted attention, sucking one into the wet heat of his mouth while his fingers rolled and pinched the other. the dual sensation, now in the oversensitive aftermath of your first orgasm, was almost painfully good.

you cried out, your hands flying to his head, not to push him away, but to hold him there.

"so responsive," mingyu moaned, switching sides. "every little touch. you're a dream."

finally, after what felt like an eternity of sweet torment, mingyu lowered you gently from his shoulders, your legs falling to bracket his hips.

he leaned over you, bracing himself on his massive arms, caging you completely. his body was a furnace of taut muscle and tan skin above you. he looked down at you, his face serious, his eyes blazing with intent.

"you're sure?" mingyu asked one last time, even though the thick, hot length of him was pressed against your slick, used entrance.

you reached up, cupping his jaw.

"i've never been more sure of anything. please, mingyu. i need you."

he nodded, his expression softening into something unbearably tender. mingyu leaned down and kissed you, deep and slow, as he began to push forward.

this entrance was different; there was no frantic, sharp burn of first penetration. this was a slow, inexorable, aching stretch. your body knew him now, welcomed him happily, but the sheer size of his cock was still a breathtaking challenge.

mingyu fed himself into you inch by inch, his breath huffing in soft, controlled pants against your mouth.

"oh... god... mingyu—" you chanted into the kiss, your head falling back against the cushion.

he broke the kiss to watch where you were joining, his eyes hooded with fierce concentration.

"look at that," he breathed, his voice thick with wonder. "taking me so easy now. opened up so pretty for me."

mingyu sank another inch, and a full-body shudder wracked him.

"oh—fuck... you're still so tight, baby. like a hot, perfect fist around me."

mingyu paused when he was entirely in, buried to the hilt in a different, deeper way. he wasn't rushing; no, hes was taking all the time to savoring. he dropped his forehead to yours, his eyes squeezing shut.

"you feel that?" he gritted out. "feel how deep i am? you are hugging me everywhere"

you could only nod, overwhelmed by the profound fullness. mingyu was everywhere, just as you'd felt before, but this time it was a slow, thorough possession.

he began to move, and the world narrowed to the glide of his body into yours.

mingyu set a pace that was pure, unadulterated torture; slow — oh, so, so slow. he would draw almost all the way out, until just the flared head of his cock stretched your rim, then push back in with a deep, rolling thrust that entirely punched the air from your lungs. each stroke was deliberate, measured, and hit so deep it felt like he was rearranging your soul.

"o-oh my—god... oh, f-fuck..." you babbled, your hands scrambling for purchase on his sweat-slick back, your nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.

your back arched off the couch, seeking more, deeper, but mingyu controlled the rhythm completely.

"that's it," he praised, his voice a low, rough rumble.

mingyu shifted his angle just slightly, and on the next deep, slow drive, his cockhead brushed directly over that devastating little spot inside you.

a sharp, broken cry tore from your throat. your eyes flew open, wide and unseeing.

"there?" he asked, a dark, knowing smile gracing his lips.

mingyu did it again, and again, that same slow, deep thrust aimed with deadly accuracy.

"hmm? yeah, that's my sweet spot—right there. making my baby see stars."

you were completely unraveling.

the slow pace wasn't giving you a frantic, sprinting climb to the edge; it was building a deep, tidal wave of pleasure from the ocean floor up. it was everywhere; in every single cell. you couldn't stop the sounds pouring out of you — high, keening whines, sobbing moans, his name repeated like a desperate prayer.

mingyu was murmuring constantly, a stream of filthy, beautiful praise.

"you're doing so good, baby... taking me so deep... you feel like heaven... my good boy, my perfect boy... all mine... fucking made for me..."

one of his big hands slid between your bodies, his fingers wrapping around your leaking cock. his grip was firm, his strokes perfectly timed to his languid thrusts. the double stimulation was too much. way too much. you were being pleasured from the inside and the outside, surrounded by him, drowned in him.

"m-mingyu... i can't—it's too much.." you sobbed, tears welling in your eyes from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of it.

you weren't crying from pain or sadness, but from the absolute, soul-crushing goodness of it. in your entire life, you'd never felt so connected, so claimed, so utterly loved in a physical sense.

mingyu saw your tears and his face softened with a tenderness that broke you further. he bent down, kissing the tears from your cheeks.

"shhh, it's okay," he whispered against your skin, never ceasing the slow, deep rhythm of his hips or the steady stroke of his hand. "let it be too much. i've got you. i'II always catch you. come for me, baby. let me feel you come around my cock."

his words, his touch, the deep, relentless pleasure — it coalesced into a tight, screaming knot at the base of your spine. you were babbling, completely incoherent, a mess of yes and please and his name.

"i'm... i'm gonna—"

"come with me," he demanded, his own control fraying.

mingyu’s thrusts lost a fraction of their measured pace, becoming deeper, more urgent.

"look at me. come with me."

you forced your tear-blurred eyes to meet his. mingyu’s expression was one of fierce, beautiful strain, his lips parted, his brow furrowed in ecstasy.

the sight of him, of kim mingyu coming apart above you, was the final trigger.

your orgasm detonated, a silent, white-hot supernova that ripped through you with a violence that stole your voice. you arched off the couch, your mouth open in a soundless scream as your release shot over your stomach and mingyu’s hand in hot, pulsing stripes.

your inner muscles clamped around him in frantic, rhythmic spasms, milking him desperately.

the teel of your climax tearing through you, the vise-like grip of your body, shattered mingyu’s last vestige of control — with a guttural roar that was pure release, he completely drove into you one last, final, punishingly deep time and held. you felt the hot, deep pulse of his release flooding you, one crushing wave after another, marking you, filling you, sealing what you'd done.

mingyu collapsed on top of you, his full weight a warm, heavy blanket, his face buried in your neck as he shuddered through the last aftershocks.

you lay there, wrecked and pinned, floating in a haze of endorphins and profound satisfaction. mingyu’s weight was crushing, and you never wanted him to move; his breath was hot and ragged against your neck.

slowly, gently, mingyu softened and slipped from your body; a soft, oversensitive whimper escaped your lips at the loss, followed by the hot, intimate trickle of his release down your thigh.

mingyu made a soft, soothing noise and slowly rolled in the sofa, taking you with him so you were once again sprawled on his chest.

you were both silent for a long time, utterly spent. your limbs felt like lead, and your mind was blissfully empty. you tilted your head up, finding mingyu’s lips in a very slow, very exhausted, salty kiss.

it was a kiss of completion — of gratitude.

"sleepy," you mumbled against his mouth.

"sleep, baby," mingyu murmured, his arms tightening around you. "i've got you."

you didn't fight it; your eyelids were too heavy.

the last thing you were aware of was the steady, strong beat of mingyu’s heart under your cheek, and the feeling of his lips, pressed softly to the crown of your head.

and just like that, you drifted off.

you didn't know how long you slept — maybe twenty minutes, maybe an hour. all you know is that it was a deep, heavy, satiated sleep.

you were roused gently by soft, warm movements beneath you.

you blinked open gritty eyes. the fire was embers now, casting the room in deep, dancing shadows. mingyu was carefully, oh so carefully, extricating himself from under you — of course, you made a sound of protest, trying to cling to his warmth.

"shhh, go back to sleep, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice like velvet in the dark. "just let me clean you up."

you were way too tired to argue, so you simply let your body go limp, watching him through slitted eyes.

mingyu moved with a quiet, efficient tenderness; he fetched a soft, warm cloth from the adjoining bathroom, wet with warm water. he knelt by the sofa, and with a touch so gentle it physically made your chest hurt, he began to clean you — he wiped the drying spend from your stomach, his strokes slow and careful, he cleaned between your legs, dabbing softly at the sensitive, used flesh, cleaning away the evidence of his possession.

there was absolutely no disgust, no hesitation — only a focused, loving care.

once you were clean, he fetched a throw blanket from a nearby armchair and draped it over you, tucking it around your shoulders. he stoked the fire quietly, adding a log, bringing it back to a gentle, warm glow.

then, he simply stood there, looking down at you.

the firelight played over the incredible planes of mingyu’s body — the broad shoulders, the tapered waist, the powerful legs. he was still naked, utterly unselfconscious, and he looked like a god. but his expression... his expression was utterly, devastatingly human.

mingyu’s big, dark doe eyes were so soft, full of a wonder so profound it took your breath away even in your half-asleep state. yeah, he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen — a small, private smile touched his lips.

mingyu reached down and brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering on your skin.

you saw it then, in the quiet of the firelit room.

the conflict, the guilt — it wasn't gone. you could still see the shadows of it in the lines of his face. but they were being drowned out, overwhelmed, by something brighter, stronger, and infinitely more terrifying;

love.

mingyu wasn't just looking at a lover, or his best friend's son — no, mingyu was looking at the man he loved. the realization was quiet and absolute in his gaze.

he leaned down, his lips brushing your forehead in a kiss so soft it was almost a breath.

"mine," he whispered to the sleeping air, the word a vow.

mingyu didn't say the rest; he didn't say he didn't care about the age, his friendship with your dad, the potential fallout, the scandal.

he didn't have to.

you could see it in the set of his jaw, in the possessive yet protective gleam in his eye as he finally sat down on the floor beside the sofa, his back against it, close enough to touch you. he was going to stay there, watching over you.

mingyu had crossed his line, and he had no intention of looking back.

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you never really thought about the way jaehyun looked at you sometimes, so soft and so wondering, like he was trying to memorize your face. you never thought about how careful jaehyun was with you, how he always made sure you cum first, how he held you after even though you'd never asked him to. you never thought about the fact that jaehyun had stopped hooking up with anyone else entirely, even though you'd never discussed exclusivity.

you didn't really think about any of it, because thinking about it would mean acknowledging that something had shifted, and you weren't ready for that yet; you liked what you had, and you didn't want to lose it.

jaehyun felt the same way.

at least, that's what he told himself every single day.

because the truth was, jaehyun had been in love with you for months, maybe longer, maybe since that first day in psych when you'd handed him a pen and smiled at him like you'd known him forever. he couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it had happened, only that somewhere along the way, you'd stopped being just his friend and started being everything.

the friends with benefits thing had seemed like a good idea at the time; a way to be close to you, to touch you, to have you in a way that felt intimate without having to say the words he was terrified to speak. he'd thought it would satisfy something in him, this arrangement.

oh, he'd been so wrong.

it only made it worse — every single time jaehyun had you underneath him, every single time you moaned his name, every single time you looked at him with that hazy pleasure in your eyes, jaehyun fell a little deeper. and he couldn't say anything, because saying anything would ruin it. you'd made it clear from the start that this was casual. you'd said the words yourself, that night after the first time;

"i'm not looking for a relationship, jaehyun. i just want this. just us, like this."

so he'd nodded and said okay, and he'd locked his feelings away in a box and pretended they didn't exist.

but the box was getting full, and tonight, it was about to burst.

it was a friday night in late october, the kind of night where the air was crisp and the leaves were falling and everything felt a little bit electric.

you'd texted jaehyun around nine, a simple "you busy?" followed by the eggplant emoji simply because you were mature like that. jaehyun’s response came less than a minute later; "never for you. come over."

so here you were, standing outside his dorm room in a hoodie and sweatpants, your heart beating a little faster than it should. you knocked twice, the way you always did, and the door opened almost immediately.

jaehyun stood in the doorway, and god, he was so pretty it actually hurt; he was wearing gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips and a simple white t-shirt that stretched across his chest in a way that made your mouth water. his hair was dark and slightly damp, like he'd just showered, and his skin had that warm glow it always got after a shower.

his eyes found yours immediately, soft and familiar, and he smiled that small smile that made his dimples appear.

"hey," jaehyun said, stepping aside to let you in.

"hey," you said back, and you tried to ignore the way your stomach flipped when his hand brushed your lower back as you walked past him.

his dorm room was small and messy in the way all college dorms were messy; clothes draped over the desk chair, textbooks stacked on the floor, a half-empty cup of coffee on the nightstand. but it smelled like jaehyun — clean laundry and something woodsy, like strawberry or vanilla — and it felt safe in a way you couldn't explain.

jaehyun closed the door behind you and leaned against it, watching you with that quiet intensity he had.

he didn't say anything, just looked at you like he was trying to figure out what you were thinking. he always did that. it used to make you uncomfortable, but now you found it endearing.

"horrible week," you said by way of explanation, kicking off your shoes.

jaehyun nodded like he understood. he always understood.

"want to talk about it?"

you shook your head. "want to not think about it."

another nod, and then jaehyun pushed off the door and crossed the room toward you, and his hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. his touch was gentle, always gentle, like you were something so precious.

"okay," he said softly. "i can help with that."

and then jaehyun kissed you.

it started slow, the way it always did with jaehyun; his lips were so warm and so soft, moving against yours with a patience that drove you crazy. he never rushed, never pushed, he just kissed you like he had all the time in the world, like there was nowhere else he'd rather be.

you let your hands find his waist, your fingers curling into the fabric of his t-shirt, and you pulled him closer. jaehyun made a small sound against your mouth, something between a sigh and a hum, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

when he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark and his lips were pink and he was looking at you like you'd hung the moon.

"bed," he said, and it wasn't a question.

you nodded, and jaehyun softly took your hand and led you across the room.

the dorm bed was pretty small, a standard twin xl that barely fit both of you, but you'd eventually made it work before and you'd make it work again.

jaehyun sat down first, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling his thighs. his hands settled on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles through the fabric of your sweatpants.

"you're so pretty," jaehyun murmured, tilting his head up to kiss your jaw, your neck, the spot behind your ear that made you shiver. "you know that? you're so fucking pretty."

you laughed, breathless, and tangled your fingers in jaehyun’s damp dark hair.

"you're biased."

"i'm not." jaehyun’s teeth grazed your collarbone, gentle but teasing. "i have eyes. i can see."

he kissed down your throat, his lips dragging over your skin in a way that made your toes curl. his hands slid under the hem of your hoodie, palms flat against your stomach, and his fingers were warm and calloused and perfect.

"off," he said against your chest, tugging at the fabric.

you rapidly pulled your hoodie over your head and tossed it somewhere on the floor, and then jaehyun was looking at you — deeply observing — and his breath caught in a way that made your chest feel tight.

"god," he whispered, almost to himself. "look at you."

jaehyun’s soft hands slowly traced up your sides, over your ribs, his thumbs brushing across your nipples in a way that made you gasp. he watched your face as he did it, cataloging every single reaction, and there was something so hungry in his eyes that made your skin heat.

"hyunie," you breathed, and his name in your pretty mouth made him shiver.

"i know," jaehyun said. "i've got you."

he flipped you over, a move that was easy for him because he was strong and you were pliant and willing; your back hit the mattress, and he was above you, caging you in with his arms, his body a warm weight that pressed you into the sheets.

jaehyun kissed you again, deeper this time, his warm tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that had you arching your back up into him. his hips rolled down against yours, and you could feel him — hard and thick through his sweatpants — and the friction made you moan into his mouth.

"fuck," jaehyun muttered, pulling back just enough to look at you. "want to take my time with you tonight. is that okay?"

you simply nodded, because your voice had apparently stopped working.

jaehyun smiled, that soft, pretty, dimpled smile that made your heart do such stupid things, and then he started kissing his way down your body.

he started at your jaw, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. jaehyun lingered at your pulse point, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin, and his teeth scraped gently over the spot before he sucked a mark there. it was not hard enough to bruise, just enough to feel, just enough to make you gasp.

"hyunie," you said, and your voice came out rough, broken.

"shh," he murmured against your collarbone. "let me."

jaehyun kissed across your chest, your sternum, your ribs. his lips found one of your nipples and he sucked it into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, and your hands flew to his hair, holding him there.

he chuckled, the vibration shooting straight to your dick, and he gave the other side the same attention, biting down just enough to make you whine.

"awh, so responsive," jaehyun said, pulling back to admire his work. your chest was completely flushed, your nipples wet and peaked, and the look in his eyes was pure reverence. "you always react so well for me."

you wanted to say something clever, something casual, but all that came out was a breathless;

"please."

"please what?" he asked, and he was already moving lower, dragging his lips down your stomach, his tongue dipping into your belly button in a way that made you squirm.

"please touch me," you said. "i need—"

"i know what you need," jaehyun said, and his fingers hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants. "lift up."

you did, and he pulled your pants and boxers down in one smooth movement, tossing them aside. the cool air hit your skin and you shivered, your dick twitching against your stomach, already leaking precum onto your skin.

jaehyun made a sound, low and appreciative, and his hand wrapped around the base of your cock. his fingers didn't quite touch — he was big, but you were also bigger than average — and the sight of his hand around you made your head spin.

"so pretty," jaehyun said again, and he meant your dick, which was a weird thing to say but it made you blush anyway. "all of you. every part."

he leaned down and licked a stripe up the underside of your cock, from base to tip, and your hips jerked off the bed. his free hand pressed you back down, holding you in place, and he did it again, slower this time, his tongue flat and warm.

"jaehyun, please—"

"i said i want to take my time," he reminded you, and his breath was hot against your skin. "be patient."

he took the head of your cock into his mouth, just the head, and sucked gently. the sensation was electric, shooting up your spine and making your toes curl. his tongue swirled around the tip, cleaning up the precum, and he moaned like you were the best thing he'd ever tasted.

then jaehyun sank down.

your brain short-circuited; jaehyun's mouth was so hot and so wet and so perfect, and he knew exactly what he was doing. he took you deeper than you thought possible, his throat contracting around the head of your cock, and he looked up at you through his lashes with those big brown eyes and you almost came right there.

"oh f-fuck," you gasped, fisting the sheets. "fuckfuckfuck, hyunie, your mouth—"

he pulled off with a wet pop, lips swollen and shiny, and smiled up at you. "you like that?"

"you know i do."

jaehyun laughed, soft and fond, and then his mouth was on you again, bobbing up and down in a rhythm that made your vision blur. his hand worked what his mouth couldn't reach, twisting and pumping in time with his sucks, and he was moaning around you like he was the one getting pleasured.

it was too much. it was exactly enough.

"hyunie, i'm gonna—" you warned, but he didn't pull off.

jaehyun just took you deeper, his nose pressing against your pelvis, and swallowed around you.

you cum with a cry, your back arching off the bed, your hands flying to jaehyun’s hair to hold him in place. he took it all, swallowing every single drop, and he didn't stop until you were trembling and oversensitive, pushing at his shoulders.

jaehyun pulled off you slowly, licking his lips in such a hot way, and crawled back up your body. he kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his tongue, salty and bitter, and it should have been gross but it wasn't; it was jaehyun, and everything about him made you feel good.

"told you i wanted to take my time," jaehyun murmured against your lips. "we're not done yet."

you blinked up at him, still hazy from your orgasm.

"what?"

he smiled, that stupidly pretty smile, and rolled off the bed.

you watched as jaehyun dug through his nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. he tossed them onto the bed and then stripped off his shirt, and you forgot how to breathe for a second.

jaehyun was so beautiful. you'd known that since the day you met him, but seeing him like this — chest bare, skin golden in the lamplight, muscles moving under his skin — it never got old. jaehyun’s shoulders were broad, his waist narrow, and there was a seductive light trail of hair leading from his navel down into his sweatpants.

he caught you staring and raised an eyebrow.

"what?"

"nothing," you said quickly. "you're just hot."

jaehyun’s cheeks flushed pink, which was ridiculous because he knew damn well he was hot. but jaehyun still ducked his head like he was shy, and the gesture made something warm bloom in your chest.

"shut up," he said, but he was smiling.

he stepped out of his sweatpants and boxers, and your mouth went dry. jaehyun's dick was big — long and thick, curving slightly upward, with a vein running along the side that you liked to trace with your tongue. it was already hard, flushed red at the tip, and it looked almost too big to fit inside you.

but it always fit, eventually.

jaehyun climbed back onto the bed, settling between your legs, and his hands naturally pushed your thighs apart. he looked at you — like he was memorizing every single inch of you for the first time — and his expression softened into something so tender it made your chest ache.

"you're sure?" jaehyun asked, because he always asked. "we don't have to—"

"jaehyun." you reached for him, pulling him down so his chest was pressed against yours. "i want this. i want you. okay?"

he nodded, his breath warm against your cheek.

"okay."

he kissed you again, softly and slowly, and you let yourself sink into it. jaehyun’s hands slid down your sides, over your hips, and one of them reached for the lube; you heard the click of the bottle opening, and then his long fingers were slick and cold against your inner thigh.

"warm it up first," you mumbled against jaehyun’s lips, and he softly laughed.

"bossy."

but he rubbed the lube between his fingers, warming it, and then his hand slipped between your legs.

jaehyun’s index finger circled your hole, teasing, not pushing in yet, but just getting you used to the sensation, the pressure. you breathed out slowly, relaxing into the mattress, and he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

"good?" he asked.

"good."

he pushed in.

just one finger, slow and careful, and you clenched around him instinctively. jaehyun waited patiently, not moving, letting you adjust, and his free hand was on your hip, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

"breathe," he reminded you. "you're okay. i've got you."

you breathed. the tension in your body released, and he pushed deeper, his finger sliding all the way in. he crooked it, searching, and when he found your prostate you saw stars.

"there," you gasped. "right there."

jaehyun smiled and did it again, rubbing small circles against that sweet little spot, and your back arched off the bed again. he added a second finger, stretching you open, and the burn was good — so freaking good — and you couldn't stop the sounds falling from your lips.

"hyunie, please, i'm ready, i need—"

"mmh, not yet," jaehyun said, and his voice was strained, like he was holding himself back. "i want to make sure you're stretched enough."

he added a third finger, and you cried out, your hands gripping jaehyun’s shoulders. the stretch was intense, almost too much, but he worked you open with patience and precision, his fingers curling and scissoring and pressing against your prostate every few strokes.

"so tight," he muttered, almost to himself. "so good for me. taking my fingers so well."

"hyunie," you whined, and you were past the point of shame now. "please fuck me. i need your cock. please."

something in his expression shifted, darkened. jaehyun’s eyes went hooded, his jaw tightened, and he pulled his fingers out slowly, making you whimper at the loss.

"since you asked so nicely," jaehyun said, and he reached for the condom.

but you stopped him, your hand closing around his wrist. he looked at you, confused.

"no condom," you said. "i want to feel you."

jaehyun’s eyes widened.

"are you sure? we've never—"

"i'm sure." you pulled him down, wrapping your legs around his waist. "i trust you, hyunie. i want all of you."

he stared at you for a long moment, something unreadable flickering across his face, then he nodded, slow and serious, and set the condom aside.

"okay," jaehyun said softly. "okay."

he slicked himself up with lube, his hand pumping his cock a few times, and then he positioned himself at your entrance. the head of his dick pressed against your hole, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

"tell me if it's too much," jaehyun said, and his voice was rough. "tap my shoulder and i'll stop."

"i know. i trust you."

he pushed in.

just the tip at first, and even that was a lot.

jaehyun was big, and no matter how many times you did this, the first stretch was always intense. you gritted your teeth, focusing on breathing, on relaxing, on letting him in.

"you're doing so good," he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours. "so good for me. just a little more."

he pushed deeper, inch by inch, and your body opened up for him. the burn was there, sharp and sweet, but underneath it was pleasure, deep and overwhelming, and when he bottomed out you both let out a moan.

"f-fuck," jaehyun breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. "fuck, you feel—you're so—"

jaehyun couldn't finish the sentence, and you didn't need him to. you felt it too — the way he filled you completely, the way your bodies fit together like they were made for this, the way his heartbeat pounded against your chest.

"move," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "please move."

he pulled out slowly, almost all the way, and then pushed back in. the drag of his cock against your walls was exquisite, and you cried out, your nails digging into his back.

jaehyun found a rhythm, slow and deep, and every thrust hit your prostate dead on; you were already sensitive from your first orgasm, and the pleasure was building fast, too fast, threatening to swallow you whole.

"hyunie," you gasped, your legs tightening even more around his waist. "h-hyunie, right there, don't stop—"

"i won't," he said, and his voice was wrecked. "i won't stop. i'll give you everything. anything you want."

jaehyun’s pace increased, his hips snapping against yours, and the sound of skin on skin filled the room. he was sweating now, his hair sticking to his forehead, and he was beautiful — he was so beautiful — and you couldn't look away from him.

he changed the angle slightly, and suddenly the pleasure was blinding. your second orgasm hit you without warning, your cock spurting cum onto your stomach, and you screamed his name as your body convulsed around him.

"oh god," jaehyun groaned, and his rhythm stuttered. "you're—you just cum—"

"keep going," you said, even though you were oversensitive, even though every nerve was on fire. "don't stop, hyunie, i want you to cum inside me."

his eyes went dark, and he started moving again, faster now, chasing his own release. his thrusts were rougher, less controlled, and the overstimulation was a knife edge between pleasure and pain that made you see the stars.

"so good," he was mumbling, his voice broken and frantic. "so good, so good, you're so—i can't—"

jaehyun’s hips stuttered, and you knew he was close. you clenched around him intentionally, and he let out a sound that was almost a sob.

"fuck—i love you."

the words fell out of jaehyun like they'd been waiting for years to escape, and his eyes went wide the second he said them, and his hips stopped moving entirely.

the room went silent.

you stared at him, your chest heaving, your mind struggling to process what you'd just heard. jaehyun stared back, panic rising in his eyes, his face pale beneath the flush of arousal.

"i—" jaehyun started, and then stopped.

his jaw worked silently, like he was trying to find the words to take it back, to explain it away, but there was no taking it back now; the words hung in the air between you, heavy and real, and everything shifted.

jaehyun pulled out slowly, carefully, and the loss of him made you feel hollow in more ways than one. he sat back on his heels, still hard, still glistening with lube and your own release, and he wouldn't look at you.

"jaehyun," you said, and your voice came out raw.

"don't," he said, and his voice cracked. "please don't. i didn't mean—i mean, i did mean it, but i wasn't supposed to say it. i know we said no feelings, i know this was supposed to be casual, i know you don't—" jaehyun pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, and his shoulders shook. "fuck. i ruined it. i ruined everything."

you sat up slowly, your body aching and oversensitive, and you reached for him. your hand found jaehyun’s wrist, tugging his hands away from his face, and when he finally looked at you, his eyes were bright with unshed tears.

"hyunie," you said softly. "how long?"

he blinked. "what?"

"how long have you felt this way?"

jaehyun was quiet for a long moment, and then, so quietly you almost didn't hear him;

"months. maybe longer. i don't know. it just—it happened. and i tried to ignore it, i really did, but every time we—" he gestured vaguely at the bed, at your bodies, at everything. "it just made it worse. being with you, touching you, having you like this and knowing i couldn't have you the way i really wanted—"

his voice broke, and he looked away again.

"i'm sorry," jaehyun whispered, and his voice was trembling. "i know this isn't what you signed up for. i know you don't feel the same way. and i swear, i never meant to make things weird. i just—i couldn't help it. i love you. and i hate that i love you because it hurts, but i can't stop."

your chest felt like it was caving in.

because here was the thing; you'd told yourself this was casual, you'd told yourself you didn't have feelings, that you just wanted sex, that jaehyun was a friend and nothing more. but somewhere along the way, maybe the same way it had happened for him, the lines had blurred.

you loved the way he smiled at you, soft and private, like you were the only person in the world. you loved the way he said your name, the way it sounded in his deep voice. you loved the way he held you after sex, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin, even though you'd never asked him to. you loved the way he remembered things — your coffee order, the name of your childhood pet, the fact that you were scared of thunder.

you loved him. you'd been loving him for a while, probably, and you'd been too scared to admit it.

"jaehyun," you said again, and this time your voice was steady.

he flinched, bracing himself.

you cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. his cheeks were wet now, tears spilling over despite his best efforts, and you wiped them away with your thumbs.

"i'm not mad," you said.

jaehyun froze. "what?"

"i'm not mad. i'm not weirded out. i'm not going anywhere."

his brow furrowed, confusion replacing the panic.

"but you said—we said—"

"i know what we said." you stroked his cheekbones, his jaw, the corners of his mouth. "and i meant it at the time. but things change, hyunie. people change. feelings change."

jaehyun’s breath caught. "are you saying—"

"i'm saying i love you too." the words felt terrifying and freeing all at once. "i don't know exactly when it happened, or how, but it did. and i was too scared to say anything because i didn't want to lose you either."

he stared at you, his eyes wide and disbelieving.

"you're not just saying that?"

"i'm not just saying that."

"you really—"

"yes, jaehyun. i really love you."

a sound escaped him, something between a laugh and a sob, and then he was kissing you.

it was desperate and messy and perfect, his arms wrapping around you so tightly you could barely breathe. you kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring everything you hadn't said into the press of your lips, the slide of your tongue.

when you finally broke apart, both of you were crying a little, and it was ridiculous and sappy and you didn't care.

"i love you," jaehyun said again, like he was testing the words out loud, letting them be real.

"i love you too," you said back, and it felt like coming home.

jaehyun laughed, wet and shaky, and pressed his forehead against yours. "so what now?"

you thought about it; you thought about the mess of cum on your stomach, the lube on the sheets, the fact that jaehyun was still hard and pressing against your thigh. you thought about the way your heart was pounding, the way his hands were trembling on your hips.

"now," you said slowly with a smile, "i think you should finish what you started."

jaehyun’s eyebrows shot up.

"you want to—after everything—"

"jaehyun." you kissed the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck. "i just told you i love you. and you're still hard. and i'm still kind of stretched open from before. and i really, really want to feel you cum inside me."

he groaned, his hips jerking against yours involuntarily.

"you're going to kill me."

"is that a yes?"

jaehyun kissed you hard, his tongue sliding against yours, and then he was pushing you back down onto the mattress.

this time was different; you could feel it in the way he touched you, slower and more deliberate, like he was savoring every second. jaehyun kissed down your body again, but this time he lingered, pressing his lips to your chest, your stomach, the inside of your thighs. he kissed the marks he'd left earlier, soothing them with his warm tongue, and a new one appeared below your navel — a gentle bite that made you gasp.

"i love you," he murmured against your skin, and the words sent shivers down your spine. "i love your shoulders. i love your collarbones. i love the way you smell, like soap and something sweet. i love the sounds you make when i touch you."

"hyunie," you breathed, and your voice was thick with emotion.

he looked up at you, his eyes soft and glowing, and smiled.

"let me worship you, baby. please. let me show you how much i love you."

you nodded, because, well… you couldn't speak, and jaehyun went back to work.

he took his time with your cock, licking and sucking and kissing until you were writhing and begging. he didn't let you cum, though — he pulled back every time you got close, leaving you teetering on the edge.

"not yet," jaehyun said, and his voice was rough. "want you to cum when i'm inside you."

he flipped you over, onto your stomach, and you heard him slick himself up again. his hands spread your cheeks apart, and you felt his breath hot against your hole, and before you could process what was happening, his tongue was inside you.

"oh f-fuck," you loudly gasped, your face pressing into the pillow. "jaehyun—"

he hummed against you, the vibration making your toes curl, and his tongue worked you open, licking and sucking and teasing. his nose pressed against your skin, and he moaned like he was the one being pleasured.

"taste so good," he mumbled, and the words were muffled but you heard them anyway. "could do this forever."

he rimmed you until you were a trembling mess, your legs shaking, your hands fisting the sheets, then he pulled back, and you heard him spit — gross, but so hot — and then the head of his cock was pressing against your hole again.

"ready?" jaehyun asked.

"yes, god, yes, please—"

jaehyun pushed in, and this time there was no burn, and no resistance. your body welcomed him warmly, opened up for him, and jaehyun slid in all the way in one smooth movement that made you both cry out.

"fuck," jaehyun groaned, his hands gripping your hips. "you feel—i can't—"

"move," you begged. "please move, i need you to move."

and he did.

slow at first, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in, and the drag of his huge cock against your walls was exquisite. jaehyun was hitting your prostate with every single thrust, and the pleasure was building, a slow burn that threatened to consume you entirely.

"harder," you said, pushing back against him. "please, harder."

jaehyun obliged, his pace increasing, his hips slapping against your ass. the sound was obscene, wet and loud, and you didn't care. you wanted more. you wanted everything.

"jaehyun," you moaned, and his name was a prayer on your lips. "right there, don't stop, i'm gonna—"

he reached around and wrapped his hand around your cock, pumping in time with his thrusts, and the double stimulation was too much. you cum with a scream, your body convulsing around him, and he swore loudly.

"so tight," jaehyun gasped, and his hips stuttered. "you're squeezing me so tight, i can't—"

"inside," you managed, your voice wrecked. "cum inside me. please, hyunie, i want to feel it."

jaehyun thrust into you three more times, deep and desperate, and then he was coming. you felt it — the pulse of jaehyun’s cock, the heat of his release filling you up — and he groaned your name like a benediction, collapsing onto your back.

you lay there for a long moment, both of you panting, sweaty, tangled together. his weight was heavy on top of you, but you didn't mind. you liked it. you liked the way he pressed you into the mattress, the way his breath was hot against your neck, the way his heart pounded against your spine.

"i love you," jaehyun whispered into your skin, and you felt the words more than you heard them.

"i love you too," you whispered back.

he pulled out slowly, and you both winced at the loss.

jaehyun rolled off you, onto his back, and he stared at the white ceiling. you turned your head to look at him, and he was smiling — a real smile, so wide and so bright and so full of joy it made your chest ache.

"that was—" he started.

"yeah," you agreed. "it was."

jaehyun laughed, soft and breathless, and turned onto his side to face you. his hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, and his eyes traced your face like he was seeing it for the first time.

"i can't believe you love me back," he said quietly. "i thought—i was so sure you didn't. i was so scared of losing you."

"you're not going to lose me," you said, covering his hand with yours. "i'm not going anywhere."

his eyes glistened again, but this time the tears were happy. he leaned in and kissed you, soft and slow and full of promise.

a little moment after that, jaehyun disappeared into his dorm’s bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. he cleaned you up carefully, wiping the cum from your stomach and the lube from between your legs. his touch was so gentle, almost reverent, and jaehyun pressed kisses to your hip, your thigh, your knee as he worked.

"you did so good," jaehyun murmured softly. "you always do so good for me."

you were too tired to respond, floating in a haze of endorphins and contentment. he tossed the washcloth aside and pulled you into his arms, arranging you so your head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around you.

"stay," jaehyun said, and it wasn't really a question. "please. stay the night."

"wasn't planning on leaving," you mumbled against his skin.

he laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest, and his fingers started tracing patterns on your back. you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the warmth of him, the steady beat of jaehyun’s heart.

"hey," he said after a while, his voice soft.

"hmm?"

"i meant it. everything i said."

you opened your eyes and tilted your head back to look at him. jaehyun’s face was fully open, vulnerable, all his walls down for the very first time.

"i know," you said. "me too."

he smiled, that small, dimpled smile that had made you fall for him in the first place, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"go to sleep," he said. "we can talk more in the morning."

"promise?"

"promise."

you closed your eyes again, and the last thing you felt before sleep took you was jaehyun's lips on your hair, soft and warm, and the quiet whisper of his voice in the dark.

"i love you. i love you. i love you."

you woke up the next morning to sunlight streaming through the blinds and jaehyun's arm draped across your waist.

for a small moment, you didn't remember.

you simply felt warm and comfortable and so safe, and you didn't want to move at all. but then the events of last night came flooding back — the sex, the confession, the crying, the sex again — and your eyes snapped open.

jaehyun was watching you.

his head was propped on his hand, elbow sunk into the pillow, and he was looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite read. there was hope there, and fear, and something soft and tender that made your heart skip.

"good morning," jaehyun said quietly.

"morning," you said back, your voice rough with sleep.

he was quiet for a moment, his thumb stroking back and forth across your hip. then he said, carefully;

"do you remember what you said last night?"

you did. of course you did. you remembered every single word, every single look, every single touch.

"i love you," you said, and the words came easier this time. "i love you, jaehyun. i meant it."

his whole body relaxed, like he'd been holding his breath and had finally been allowed to exhale. a smile spread across his pretty face, bright and relieved, and he pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair.

"i love you too," jaehyun said, his voice muffled. "i love you so much it scares me sometimes."

"i know," you said, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding on tight. "me too."

you lay there for a long time, just holding each other, not talking. the morning light shifted across the room, and somewhere outside, someone was playing music too loud. it was ordinary and perfect and exactly what you needed.

finally, jaehyun pulled back just enough to look at you. his hair was a complete mess, sticking up in every direction, and there were pillow creases on his cheek, and he was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen in your entire life.

"sooo," jaehyun said, and there was a hint of his usual playfulness in his voice, "does this mean we're not friends with benefits anymore?"

you laughed, the sound surprising you.

"i think we graduated to something else, yeah."

"boyfriends?" he asked, and his eyes were hopeful.

"boyfriends," you agreed.

jaehyun kissed you, soft and sweet, and when he pulled back his smile was so wide it made his eyes crinkle.

"boyfriends," jaehyun said again, like he was trying it on for size. "yeah, i like that."

"me too."

he kissed you again, and then again, and then his hand started wandering south, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

"already?" you asked.

"i've been in love with you for years," jaehyun said, grinning against your neck. "i have a lot of time to make up for."

well, you couldn't argue with that.