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.

—huang renjun

renjun’s biggest problem? he thinks rationality fixes everything. so when the argument begins, he goes straight into explanation mode, arms crossed, voice even, expression unreadable. “i’m not attacking you. i’m just explaining why it doesn’t make sense,” he says, which somehow makes it worse. you’re emotional. he’s logical. it’s oil and water. the more upset you get, the more confusion flickers across his face, like he genuinely can’t grasp why you’re reacting that way. but then he sees it: the way you look away, shoulders tightening, eyes glossy. and something in him stops cold. his expression softens instantly. he uncrosses his arms, takes a step closer, voice dropping to something fragile. “hey… don’t cry. i’m sorry,” he murmurs, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. he pulls you into a quiet hug, one arm around your waist, the other stroking your hair. “i wasn’t trying to belittle you. i just… talk stupid when i care too much.” and he holds you until your breathing steadies.

—lee jeno

jeno is a logical-first, feelings-second kind of guy. and when you argue, you feel it more than ever. you’ll raise your concern and he’ll immediately respond with something like, “okay, but objectively—” and you want to scream. he doesn’t mean to be cold. he thinks offering solutions is being caring. but sometimes his explanations sound like he’s dismissing your feelings, even when he isn’t. when you snap, “can you stop being a robot for one second?” jeno shuts down. not angrily, just internalizing. his jaw tightens, and he looks away for a moment like he’s recalibrating. when he finally speaks again, his voice is quiet, almost careful: “i’m not trying to invalidate you. i just don’t know how to handle it when you’re upset. i’m trying.” he sits next to you, hands clasped because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. “tell me what you need from me,” he says honestly. and once you explain it, he really listens and his whole demeanor shifts. “okay,” he says softly. “i can do that. i want to do that.” his effort is clumsy but genuine… and it melts you every time.

—lee haechan

haechan jokes when he’s nervous. which is the worst combination during an argument. you’re upset, and he keeps trying to lighten the mood, tossing out comments like, “okay grumpy, relax,” not realizing he’s pouring gasoline on fire. when you finally snap, his face falls — like he genuinely didn’t expect it. around the boys he stays composed, pretending it’s fine, but the second you’re alone, he’s unusually quiet. he keeps glancing at you, eyes softening with every second. “what did i do?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. and when you tell him he hurt your feelings, his entire expression shifts — guilt taking over everything. he moves closer, tucking himself into your space, arms wrapping around your waist from the side. “i’m sorry,” he murmurs into your shoulder. “i should’ve read the room.” he kisses your cheek, nose, temple — tiny apologies scattered across your skin. “don’t shut me out, okay? i hate when you’re upset and i can’t fix it.” and he doesn’t let go until you melt into him.

—na jaemin

jaemin gets quiet. painfully quiet. he isn’t cold, he isn’t annoyed — he’s hurt. he sits still, eyes lowered, thinking too much all at once. when you snap at him, he absorbs it silently, nodding once like he deserves it. “i didn’t know i made you feel like that,” he says softly, which somehow breaks you more. he doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t defend himself. he just retreats inward, processing. you move away and he follows a few steps, not suffocating, but close enough to show he cares. “i don’t want us to fight,” he murmurs. “tell me how to fix this.” and when you do, he listens like you’re giving him sacred instructions. he reaches for your hand slowly, brushing your knuckles with his thumb. “come here,” he whispers, pulling you into a slow, grounding hug. his chin rests on your head, and he holds you like he’s trying to calm both your hearts. “i’m not going anywhere,” he adds quietly. “even when we’re like this.”

—zhong chenle

chenle reacts fast. talks fast. argues fast. he’ll notice something tiny, as trivial as your mismatched socks, or your forgotten umbrella. he'll comment immediately without thinking. on a good day, you laugh it off. on a bad one, like today, it grates. when you tell him to stop nagging, he scoffs, “i’m not nagging, i’m helping,” without realizing how sharp it sounds. but the moment he notices you shivering in the cold, or your eyes watering, or your silence stretching too long — he stops mid-sentence. “wait. are you actually upset?” his voice softens in a way it rarely does. he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you, his hands lingering on your shoulders. “i’m sorry,” he mutters, eyes darting away shyly. “i didn’t mean to be annoying.” he holds your hand as you walk, thumb rubbing circles apologetically. “i just worry about you. too much, probably.” and the sincerity in his voice makes your heart wobble.

—park jisung

jisung panics during arguments. he hates raised voices, even slightly sharp tones. the second he feels tension, he starts stumbling over his words, eyes widening in confusion and concern. “wait—what did i do? i swear i didn’t mean—” he keeps reaching toward you and pulling back, unsure if touching you will make it worse. when you look away, his whole face crumples. “don’t… don’t be mad at me,” he says quietly, almost pleading. he sits in front of you, knees drawn in, trying so hard to understand. “just tell me,” he begs softly. “i’ll fix it, i promise.” and as soon as you explain, he exhales shakily and scoots closer, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “i’m really sorry,” he clings to you while he whispers. “i don’t want to lose you.”

taeyong

taeyong’s version of princess treatment is quiet, detailed, and deeply emotional. he doesn’t need to say much

his love shows up in tiny, perfect ways. he’ll notice if you’re cold before you do, draping his jacket around your shoulders. he’ll cook your favorite meal, decorate it with care, and place it in front of you with a shy smile.

he brushes your hair while you sit on the floor, hums softly when you’re half-asleep, and texts you reminders to eat when he’s away at military

dunnot forget to eat today, honey ´ര ᗜ ര` with that same kaomoji cause he is lee taeyong

yuta

he’ll take you shopping and insist you try on everything that catches your eye, smirking as he says if you like it, you should try it on but the real luxury is how present he is. when he looks at you, it’s like no one else exists.

he leads you into a late night diner and orders for you because he already knows what you’ll want.

his hand stays over yours on the table, thumb tracing slow, lazy circles as he just quietly look around the restaurant. when your food arrives, he cuts your burger in half for you, smirking. let me

doyoung

the two of you are grocery shopping. you reach for the top shelf, and before you can even stretch, doyoung’s already there, grabbing it for you with a quiet got it he’s a little bossy about the list

we’re getting only the healthy kind, no junk food, ya heard? but when he notices your pout, he sighs and drops your favorite snacks into the cart anyway.

at home, while he cooks, he hums under his breath. sit down and don’t touch anything he tells you. when dinner’s ready, he sets your plate in front of you, wiping his hands on a towel.

you're too spoiled by the way

jaehyun

flipping through a few pairs at prada, debating quietly with yourself. jaehyun is right behind you, hands in his pockets, calm as ever. he doesn’t hover, doesn’t push, but he’s paying attention his eyes flick to everything you do.

that one looks good he says softly, nodding toward a sleek black pair you hadn’t been sure about. it makes you pause. think so? you ask.

yeah he shrugs fits your face

and at mid trip stops when you and half the members are going to holidays, he makes sure you are warm since its freaking cold outside. goes inside the market and order you some food, and he just looks so soft with his glasses. as you and mark are already ordering some ice cream and paying with your boyfriends credit card.

jungwoo

jungwoo’s princess treatment is pure softness. he makes you feel adored just by how excited he gets to do things for you. sit down, baby, i’ll do it for you he’ll say, taking the grocery bags out of your hands.

he’ll bring you snacks, wrap you in a blanket burrito, and insist on watching your (his) favorite movie even if he’s seen it a dozen times. (dude it's obviously the incredibles for the ninth time)

you’re standing in front of the mirror, trying to pick what to wear, when jungwoo bursts in holding a headband. this! this one! he says dramatically, placing it on your head. you laugh, but he just beams. see? perfect. my princess.

mark

he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it half the time

e just loves taking care of you. he’ll hold your hand when crossing the street, carry your bag even if it’s small, and text you did you eat? like three times a day.

when you’re feeling low, he’ll order your favorite food and show up with it, sheepishly saying, you looked like you needed this he’ll play your favorite songs while you eat and do that little shy smile whenever you thank him. later, when you’re lying together, he’ll whisper you make it really easy to want to take care of you

then he sits beside you, playing with your hair until you drift off. you hear him whisper you're my whole world, you know that? just before you fall asleep

haechan

he spoils you in ways that make you laugh. he’ll call you my royal highness and kiss you hands when he brings you snacks or my spoiled baby when he tucks you in at night. but beneath all the teasing, he means every bit of it.

he’ll do your nails for fun, feed you bites of dessert, and grin proudly when you roll your eyes i know you love it he’ll say, kissing your cheek

and most important, he change his drink with yours if that matcha you ordered is way too earthy, even tho he doesn't like matcha he'll do it just to make you happy

Johnny rolled his eyes. "You're such a bad liar. Go over to her."

That was all Mark needed. He crossed the room to you in three seconds flat, his arm winding its way around your waist as soon as he got close enough, pulling you into his chest in a back hug.

"Hi baby." Your sweet voice filled his ears, calming every nerve that had been alight in his body. "I was just talking about you."

Mark lifted his gaze, meeting the eyes of the man you were talking to, immediately seeing the silent challenge in them. He'd had enough now, time for this to be over.

Mark's hands drifted lower, finally grabbing one of your in his, intertwining your fingers immediately.

"Johnny needs us for something." He murmured, pressing his lips to your temple, soft yet possessive.

You smiled a quick goodbye before leading Mark away. Once you were out of earshot you looked up at him, and he noticed that twinkle in your eye.

"Jealous are we?" The teasing lilt in your voice sparked a flush of embarrassment in Mark's cheeks.

His mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure on how to explain himself. He felt your hand squeeze his, and he held your gaze, stopping your movements.

"I just- I just didn't like it." He mumbled.

You reached up, taking his face in your hands and leaned in the place a soft kiss on his lips. He chased you as you pulled away, his hands grabbing your waist again to pull your body close to him. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours.

"I'm all yours." You whispered, smiling softly as his response.

"I know."

Renjun:

Renjun wasn't sure there was a feeling he hated more than being jealous. The way the hair on the back of his neck pricked up, and he found it harder to breathe, and that twisting feeling in his gut that made him feel nauseous. He hated all of it.

He worries that it comes across as though he doesn't trust you, and that couldn't be further from the truth. He just hates seeing someone else slide in on you trying to flirt.

You are so precious to him, something he can't quite put into words. So seeing someone putting their moves on you, it tugs at his heart in a way he can't explain. He wants nothing more than to go up to you and pull you away, but he can't bring himself to do more than just watch and sink in on himself.

He started to chew on the inside of his cheek, worry creeping up as he watched you laugh at whatever story this guy was telling. Renjun had no idea who he was, and that made this whole ordeal even more unnerving.

Before he knew it, you were dragging this guy over to him, introducing him to Renjun. As soon as his name left your mouth, Renjun immediately recognised it as one of your oldest friends.

The guy smiled at him, holding out his hand in greeting.

"Happy to finally meet the reason y/n is always smiling now." He grinned at Renjun.

Renjun's eyes flickered to you, seeing the way you looked down in slight embarrassment. He opened an arm, a silent offering which you immediately accepted, curling into his side.

"Well, she's a handful, but it's worth it." Renjun replied, feeling the tension leave his body as your hand rubbed his back gently.

Your friend laughed at that, a fond smile on his face as he watched the two of you together. He excused himself shortly after, wandering off into the distance.

Renjun kept his arm tightly around your shoulders, grounding himself as he took a deep breath.

"You okay?" You asked, looking up at him.

Renjun just smiled.

"Never better."

Jeno:

Jeno hadn't spoken a word in the last ten minutes. His jaw was clenched so hard Jaemin was worried that he was about to break it. Although he tried hard to hide it, there was no denying that the reason for his behaviour was the guy that was leaning over your shoulder, trying to teach you to play snooker.

Every time he leaned in, Jeno held his breath. He could see the way your eyes flickered back towards him, the way your hands gripped the cue tighter and he knew you were uncomfortable.

It's one thing to come on to his girl and disrespect him, but a whole other thing to disrespect you and make you feel uncomfortable.

Jeno watched as the guy put his hand on your waist, and that was it for him. He put down the drink he was holding, and walked over to where you were.

Relief flooded your eyes at the sight of him. Jeno noticed the way your body was curved to keep as much distance as possible between the creepy guy and yourself. He also knew you were too polite and nervous to call him out on it.

Just as Jeno got close enough he heard the words leave the guy's lips.

"Here, let me show you how to break properly." And he tried to wrap his arms around you to show you the proper position.

You visibly flinched away just as Jeno reached the snooker table. Missing your shot but walking quickly towards him.

Jeno didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders protectively, never taking his gaze off the guy watching you.

"We've got it from here." Jeno's words were sharp and his eyes narrowed. His grip on you was almost too tight, and you could feel the anger radiating through him.

Normally when Jeno gets a bit jealous, he can get sulky. But this was different, now he was angry.

The guy held up in hands in mock defeat, sending a sleazy grin towards you.

"She's all yours." And with that he slunk away.

Only once he'd disappeared from sight did Jeno turn to make sure you were okay. His hands moved to cup your face, checking your eyes for any signs of fear.

You said nothing, simply sighing as you pressed your forehead against his.

He did the same, holding you close to him.

"No one treats you like that."

Haechan:

Haechan was uncomfortable. His energy was spiking as he watched your interaction. His fingers kept playing with the side of your shirt without him realising, and his mouth felt dry.

He kept cracking jokes, trying to make himself feel better but it didn't work. This guy seemed to be too charming, he was saying all the right things and every word that came out of his mouth just made Haechan feel worse.

Haechan didn't know if he wanted to punch the guy or just walk away with you entirely. His fingers started to curl around the edge of your shirt, gripping the fabric.

Your hand suddenly covered his, unfurling his clenched fist and intertwining your hands together. You squeezed it three times, a silent signal he understood.

He looked over to you, seeing you already looking at him. You knew him too well, he couldn't hide how he felt around you.

You said a quick goodbye, and led Haechan away from the conversation, your hand still in his.

"Baby..." Your voice was soft and your other hand came up to rest on his cheek.

Haechan didn't really know what to say. He was embarrassed at how he'd gotten so jealous at what had been nothing more than an innocent conversation.

"I can't have you thinking he might be funnier than me." All he could do was crack a small joke. Maybe by doing that you wouldn't realise his true fear that whenever he saw you getting along with someone well, that you might get along better with them than with him. That thought killed Haechan, and it plagued him much more than he was willing to admit.

"No one is funnier than you." You always seemed to know the right things to say. "You know me."

He smiled at you, grateful for your words. Haechan leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I know." You chuckled back. "I love you too."

Jaemin:

Jaemin is very naturally protective over you. Whenever you two go anywhere, he always makes sure he knows where you are in case you need him.

On top of that, he's very secure in your relationship. He's big on trust and he trusts you more than anyone else in his life, and he knows you trust him.

Jaemin doesn't want to step in and challenge that trust, the trust between you has been earned and nurtured, and he values that more than anything. The last thing he would want to do was cause even a crack of doubt in it.

As far as he could tell this was just a friendly conversation you were having, there hadn't been any signs that you were uncomfortable or that this guy was saying anything inappropriate. And even if he did, Jaemin knew you would shut it down.

He had faith just to watch you from afar, he knew that you would always come back to him and choose him over anyone else. Those were negative thoughts Jaemin didn't like to burden himself with. Obviously there are times when he can't help it, but one look into your soft eyes vanquished any of those feelings.

As if on cue, the guy you were chatting to leaned in closer, just breaching the line between friendly and flirting, his hand coming up to brush your arm. Jaemin watched this, swallowing down that feeling that bubbled away in his chest.

He watched as you stepped back sightly, putting some distance between the two of you. You waved before turning away, your eyes finding Jaemin immediately and walking towards him.

He offered a hand to you as you got closer, and you intertwined your fingers. He used your interlocked hands to pull you into his side, placing a kiss on your head, his gaze flickering up to see the guy watching the two of you.

"You okay?" Jaemin asked you, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

"Yeah." You replied, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I knew you were there if I needed you."

"Five more seconds and I would have joined you." He muttered, not enjoying the way this guy was still watching the two of you.

"I know." You chuckled. "I never feel nervous when I have you near me."

Chenle:

Chenle had been aware since the conversation started.

He'd been watching you out of the corner of his eye for the last few minutes, waiting for a signal from you to act. He had never doubted your relationship, or you, but situations like this still anger him to no end.

Your laugh hit his ears, but something was off about it. This wasn't the carefree, infectious laugh that he loved so much, this was tight, forced, and it set Chenle's nerves alight.

He turned to watch properly, and was he saw made him furious.

This guy was standing close to you, far too close to you, and every time you stepped back or tried to put space in between you, he leaned in further. He was only a few steps away from having you backed against a wall.

Your eyes flicked around the room, as if looking for him, and that was all it took.

Chenle crossed the room in a few steps, arriving steadily by your side. His hand rested on your shoulder, familiar and grounding. He noticed the way you stepped back again, but this time stepping into his space, a space where he could protect you.

"You good?" Chenle asked, welcoming you into his embrace.

"I was just about to come find you." Your response told him all he needed to know.

He turned his attention back to the guy standing there. There was something firm in Chenle's gaze, something that makes it clear he's not entertaining whatever this was.

"We're heading out." Chenle's voice was strong, leaving no room for this creep to argue.

The guy hesitates for a second before he mumbles something incoherent and backs away.

Chenle turned his attention back to you, pulling you in for a short hug before checking you over. You just leaned back into his chest, wrapping your arms around him for a longer hug. Chenle didn't hesitate, holding you close to him.

"We don't have to stay." He whispered, stroking your hair. "I've got you."

"I know you do." You replied, feeling safe in his arms.

Jisung:

Jisung didn't know what to do. His whole body was tense, his shoulders had started to ache from how tightly he was holding them. If Jisung was being honest, he got jealous quite easily. He liked being the person that made you laugh, the person that listened to you and the person you listened to. When he saw someone sharing a moment with you that seemed to similar to moments he shares with you he can't help the way that feeling leaps into his throat.

He watched as you told some anecdote about your day, one that he hadn't heard yet, and he couldn't stop that feeling from growing. His grip around his drink tightened, his fingers curling around the glass.

Deep down, he knows it's irrational. He trusts you and you're not doing anything wrong he just can't help it.

The guy is standing too close, not close enough to justify stepping in but close enough to make Jisung's skin crawl. Still, Jisung debates stepping in, but he stops himself. He doesn't want to seem possessive, or interrupt, so he stays there, letting the feeling fester.

Until you look over at him.

One look in his eyes tells you everything you need to know. Jisung is usually good at keeping his expression neutral, not giving anything away, but when it comes to you his resolve crumbles.

You excuse yourself from the conversation, closing the gap between you and Jisung with every step you take, before stopping just in front of him.

"You okay?" You ask and Jisung's eyes drop to the glass he was holding, only registering how tightly he was holding it when he saw it.

"Yeah." He mumbled, but one look in your eyes again and he was telling the truth. "I didn't like that."

"Me neither. That's why I left." You smiled at him.

"Oh..." Was all Jisung managed to say. At that moment everything clicked, he saw the difference in how you acted around him, noticed the way you were just being polite before and all the tension his body was holding began to dissolve.

"I'd rather be next to you." You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

you met chenle, when you were rushing to your second part-time job,fate seemed to have other plans. you crashed directly into a fancy black bentley parked by the curb, the impact wasn't huge. the dent, however, was definitely noticeable.

when the owner of the car appeared zhong chenle, you apologized, said you'd pay for this, with what money..? well chenle was intrigued. he stared at you as if he was scanning you completely raw. it almost feel like you were naked in front of him, he seemed amused, a faint smirk tugged on his lips, instead of looking angry, he looked suspiciously intrigued. he pulled out his phone, "give me your number," your eyes widened.

"my number?"

"so i can contact you later," he replied simply. "about the damages."

when chenle finally contacted you, you expected a repair bill or possibly a lawsuit, but not you sitting in front of him in a private dining room, and covered in luxurious silk dress you'd been given to wear by him.

this started as chenle using the dented bentley as leverage to force you out on dates with him. twice, or maybe thrice a week.

chenle spent money on you as if it meant absolutely nothing to him, he'd take you to the most expensive restaurants in the city, your closet slowly filled with luxury clothes, high-end makeup, gold jewellery boxes arrived at your doorstep.

chenle thought, it was natural, if something caught your eye, he'd buy it. if you mentioned wanting something once, it would somehow end up in your hands a few days later.

it was the fact that no matter how much money chenle spent, he still looked at you like you were worth far more.

chenle would, on a completely random tuesday afternoon, tell you to close your eyes before you could question him, he'd carefully fasten a diamond-studded necklace around your neck, he would gift you jewellery the same way most people gave flowers.

chenle would ask you to point at any building you liked, knowing there was almost no chance he wouldn’t buy it for you.

chenle could give you every luxury in the world, but what he truly wanted was the luxury of having you, feeling you, raw, unfiltered and bare.

chenle would clear out the entire VIP swimming area with a single call, just to fuck you in various places. he starts by bending you over the edge of the pool, his cock pushes into your warm walls first, stretching you open while his palm cracks across your arm, the sting shoots through you, making your walls clamp down.

he would groan at your tightness, spanking you again, harder. watching the red bloom across your skin.

chenle, then would pull out, and presses the thick head against your ass. he works himself inch by inch, the burn mixing with a deep, lewd pleasure you've never felt before.

chenle would flip you onto one of the lounge chairs next, spreading your thighs wide. this angle lets him grind deep into your ass, while his thumb circles your clit. you feel him everywhere, the stretch new and overwhelming. he leans down and, spits on your pussy before sliding to two digits inside, fucking both holes at once until you're sobbing from the intensity.

chenle, then lies his back on the wide daybed. his expensive pants shimmed down to his thighs, he tells you to climb on him. you sink dowm onto his thick length, taking him inch by inch, the diamond necklace swings between your bare breasts with every bounce. he watches your body move. the way your thighs tremble, the way your pussy drips onto the dark fabric of his pants.

chenle would grab your hips when you start to lose your rhythm and slams you harder. his free hand comes up and shoves two fingers into your mouth, you slightly taste yourself from the previous intrusion of your walls. he pushes his digits past your tongue, until you gag around them. tears spill instantly, your expensive mascara running in black streaks down your cheeks. he keeps his fingers there, making you gag and drool while you ride him, the wet sounds mixing with the slap of skin.

you come hard, squirting all over his pants. the liquid soaks through expensive material and he grins almost evilly. he flips you onto your stomach on the daybed, yanking your hips up. and drives back to your ass without mercy, "look how messy you are, doll." each thrust is a punishment and reward at once. his hand lands on your ass again and again, until your skin is hot and tender.

chenle pulls out, only to shove his cock into your mouth, making you taste yourself and him together. you gag around his length, tears flowing freely now. he jolts your head and fucks your throat until spit runs down your chin and drips onto the diamond necklace.

chenle would make you beautiful and doll you up just so he could be the one to ruin you exquiesitely and lavishly. the contrast of his tenderness and brutality keeps you floating. he kisses the tears from your cheeks even as he spanks you repeatedly, whispering how perfect you look ruined for him.

the expensive lingerine chenle bought for you was a pointless extravagence, it lies forgotten on the marble, straps torn, the real luxury being the way your body takes everything he inflicts. he knows you're just as fucked up as he is.

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renjun:

he’s got you on your knees, mouth full of him and gagging. then your phone rings. he picks it up off the bedside table and smiles and evil grin, picking it up watching as your eyes widen. “hello? she’s busy right now can she call you back? mhm, no she can’t really talk right now, got her mouth full. bye” tears slip past your eyes, embarrassed. he holds your head down before you have the chance to come off and ask who it was. when he cums down your throat and pulls you off kissing you before you ask who called. “it was just your best friend, she doesn’t care, but call her back she’s got gossip” you just blush and hit his chest after exposing your little head session

“you’re unbelievable, but i gotta hear this gossip now”

jeno:

he’s got you in back shots, pounding into you like you’ll disappear if he stops. he’s filming the way your ass recoils back on his hips, hands slapping and groping at the flesh. then a call comes through stopping the video. “fuck sake…” “w-what is it?” “your boss is calling” “so fucking decline it nono!” he declines it going back to hitting it good, taking more videos and your boss is calling again. “i’m going to fucking scream” “already are screaming baby” you look over your shoulder at him with a playful glare and he’s laughing and pulling out. you answer the phone, declining the invitation to go in for cover that night, saying you’re busy. “you better still be hard, i wasn’t finished” he’s immediately pushing you back on all fours,

“you think i was done?”

haechan:

when your phone is going off, gc blowing up and calling over and over, texting you to answer you are trying to ignore it, but he’s smirking, “haechan- don’t- stop-“ “they’re just gonna keep calling baby, better get rid of them”. he’s answering the phone and holding up to your ear. you try not to moan and scream out when his cock head hits that gooey spot inside you. you shakily talk the best you can, talking on group call with your friends, trying best to answer and agree to the plans their making, but your mind is gone, squirming when haechans fingers toy with your clit. “i-i gotta- nmgh… gotta go” you hang up quickly and throw your phone at his chest making him laugh. “don’t ever do that again”

“aw baby you sounded so cute trying not to moan~ tried so hard to sound like i wasn’t fucking you stupid”

jaemin:

he feels bad, he knows he should stop and let you answer the phone after reading your little cousins text asking for you, needing your help, but you’re both so lost in each other, he puts the phone face down. he’s drilling into you making you see starts then you feel the phone vibrate again. “who is it?” “baby…” “is it bad?” “your cousin” “fuck… i’m sorry nana, can we be quick?” “we can stop-“ “no it’s okay, please, need you nana” he nods as he’s pushing your legs up and snapping his hips with a new found urgency. bringing you both to orgasm. he cleans you up before you’re calling your cousin back. “alright alright don’t panic, sorry i was busy, didn’t see your texts, me and jaemin will come get you” you hang up and explain your cousins problem

“i’ll get my keys”

chenle:

he’s another one who picks up on your behalf, talking to your brother, his hand clamped over your mouth. he explains you’re away in the bathroom, asking to take a message, your eyes roll back as you watch his calm composed voice and body language despite his hips snapping into yours. he talks and talks and you’re practically thrashing against the bed. “alright, i’ll let her know, bye” when he hangs up you let out a guttural moan, legs shaking as he keeps pushed in. he’s trying to relay all the information to you, but he knows you’re not able to listen. “jesus baby so fucked out, can’t even listen to me” “lele! please!”. he just smirks and brings you both over the edge. when you’ve calmed down he’s giving you a kiss.

“he just said family dinner tomorrow, at your parents, 6pm, dress nice”

jisung:

you and jisung both flush red with embarrassment when your phone rings, your best friend trying to facetime. he reaches over, planning to turn it off but you can’t think when his cock is kissing your cervix. “don’t you dare” “was just gonna turn it off- fuck baby did you just clench?” you just whine and pull him in with your legs locked around his waist. “don’t answer it” “pussy clenching is telling me the opposite” “sungie i’m serious- ah! fuck… just please, focus on me” he’s smirking as he cancels the call, you sigh with relief and letting your head fall back against the pillow. he keeps pounding you. when he makes you both cum he’s cleaning you up, sitting you up against his chest, pulling the sheets up to cover your bodies, he teases you a little about how excited you got at the thought of him answering before you’re calling them back. your friend says you both look a mess, hair everywhere and jisung speaks up with a teasing smile, and you hit his chest in embarrassment at his words,