#sunsun

the music was too loud. that was your first thought as you walked into the crowded living room, some generic pop song thumping through the speakers loud enough to rattle your ribs.

you scanned the room, already regretting letting your friends drag you here. the apartment was packed with people you barely knew, bodies pressed together, the air thick with the smell of cheap beer and expensive perfume. someone had opened all the windows but it did nothing to cut the heat, the september night still clinging to the walls.

and then you saw him.

jay was leaned against the kitchen counter, red solo cup in hand, laughing at something jake said. he looked annoyingly good, black shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, silver chain catching the light. he must've felt you staring because his eyes flicked over, meeting yours across the room.

his smile dropped immediately.

you rolled your eyes, turning away. great. just what you needed tonight.

for months now, you and jay had been circling each other like sharks. it started with petty comments, escalated to full blown arguments at group hangouts, and now you couldn't be in the same room without wanting to strangle him. or something.

the something had become increasingly confusing lately. you'd notice the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the way his hands looked when he was typing on his phone, the way his jaw tightened when he was trying not to lose his temper with you. you'd notice, and then you'd hate yourself for noticing, and then you'd pick a fight to cover it up.

"okay everyone," sunoo called out, climbing onto a chair with the kind of dramatic flair only sunoo could manage. "we're doing spin the bottle. couples and boring people leave now."

the crowd groaned and cheered in equal measure. you should've left. you knew you should've left. nothing good ever came from party games invented by teenagers with too much time and not enough supervision.

but jay was already walking over, that stupid smirk on his face, and you weren't about to let him think he scared you off. you'd rather die than give him that satisfaction.

the circle formed on the carpet, mismatched cushions and discarded jackets creating a rough perimeter. you and jay ended up on opposite sides. perfect. your best friend mina squeezed your hand as she sat beside you, her eyes wide with the kind of delighted horror that meant she was already planning how to tell this story later.

"this is gonna be a disaster," she whispered.

"probably," you whispered back. "sunoo's already drunk. he'll probably forget his own rules in ten minutes."

"that's what i'm afraid of."

you looked around the circle. jungwon was there, looking slightly uncomfortable in the way he always did at parties, like he was calculating the earliest socially acceptable time to leave. riki was on his phone, probably texting his girlfriend. heeseung sat next to jake, their shoulders pressed together in a way that made you wonder if they were finally going to admit what everyone else already knew. sunghoon and sunoo were practically attached at the hip as usual, sunoo's head resting on sunghoon's shoulder, both of them wearing matching smirks like they knew something the rest of you didn't.

"rules," sunoo announced, clapping his hands together. "seven minutes in heaven. no exceptions. no escapees. door stays locked. if you come out early, you forfeit and have to take a shot of whatever mystery liquid jake has in that green bottle."

"it's fermented pickle juice," jake said proudly.

"absolutely not," jungwon muttered.

"what if it lands on someone you hate?" jay asked, looking directly at you with that infuriating eyebrow raise.

sunoo's grin turned wicked. "especially if it lands on someone you hate. that's the best part. the universe is telling you to work out your issues. in a closet. in the dark. alone."

"that's not how the universe works," you said.

"it is tonight," sunoo countered. "bottle is an old wine bottle, scratched and dented, completely unbiased. who's first?"

it started with jungwon. he spun and landed on some girl you didn't know, someone from sunoo's dance class apparently. they disappeared into the closet, came out seven minutes later looking disheveled but satisfied, jungwon avoiding eye contact with everyone.

riki went next. landed on jake. they just talked about soccer the whole time, apparently, though jake came out looking deeply confused about why riki knew so much about bundesliga defensive strategies.

heeseung spun and you watched jake's face carefully, the way he tried to look casual and failed completely. the bottle slowed, slowed... and stopped on sunghoon.

heeseung laughed, jake's shoulder relaxed, and sunghoon just raised an eyebrow. "i have a boyfriend," he said simply, gesturing to sunoo.

"pass," sunoo agreed. "but only because you're cute, heeseung. anyone else and i'd make them sit in the dark and think about what they've done."

then it was your turn.

you reached out, fingers wrapping around the cool glass. you could feel jay's eyes burning into you from across the circle, heavy and intent. don't land on him, you prayed. don't land on him. anyone but him. jungwon again. the wall. literally anyone else.

you spun.

the bottle rotated, catching light, slowing down, passing jungwon, passing riki, passing heeseung and jake...

and stopped on jay.

"oh my god," mina muttered, her grip on your hand tightening to the point of pain.

jay's expression didn't change but something flickered in his eyes, something dark and interested that made your stomach flip. "well," he said, standing up with that infuriating casualness. "let's get this over with."

sunoo was practically vibrating with excitement, his feet doing a little dance on the chair. "closet. now. seven minutes. don't come out early or you forfeit and drink the pickle juice."

you stood on shaky legs. this was fine. this was absolutely fine. you just had to survive seven minutes in a dark closet with your enemy. easy. you'd done harder things. you'd survived finals week. you'd eaten sunoo's cooking. you could handle this.

the closet was small. way too small. it was technically a coat closet but someone had cleared out the coats to make room for... whatever this was. jay stepped in first, leaning against the back wall with his arms crossed, looking bored and put-upon. you followed, pulling the door shut behind you. the darkness was immediate and total, so complete you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"this is stupid," you said, pressing yourself against the opposite wall.

"agreed," jay said. his voice was closer than you expected, coming from somewhere in the middle of the small space.

you pressed yourself harder against the wall, arms crossed, trying to put as much space between you as possible. you could hear him breathing, slow and steady. smell his cologne, something woody and expensive that made you want to lean closer. the closet was warm, airless, and you could feel your heart starting to race.

"you're being dramatic, y/n," he said after a moment.

"i'm not doing anything."

"you're pressed against the wall like i'm contagious."

"maybe you are."

he laughed. low and soft, closer now. "you're ridiculous, you know that?"

"and you're insufferable."

silence. but it wasn't comfortable silence. it was charged, electric, the kind of silence that hummed against your skin and made the hair on your arms stand up. you could hear every breath he took, every subtle shift of fabric as he moved.

"why do you hate me so much?" he asked. his voice was closer now. when had he moved?

"i don't hate you."

"you sure act like it."

"because you're arrogant and annoying and you think you're better than everyone."

"and you're stubborn and impossible and you never back down from anything."

"someone has to put you in your place."

you could feel him now. the heat of him in the small space, radiating toward you like a furnace. your eyes were adjusting slightly, enough to make out the shape of him, the way he was leaning toward you, the glint of his chain catching some sliver of light from under the door.

"you've been trying to put me in your place for months," he said quietly. "how's that working out for you?"

"terribly."

"maybe you should try a different approach."

"like what?"

he didn't answer. instead, he moved. one hand found your waist, pulling you toward him with a strength that made you gasp, and then his mouth was on yours.

you gasped against his lips, surprised by the softness of them, by the way he kissed like he was starving, like he'd been waiting for this for years. his other hand came up to cup your jaw, angling your head just so, and his tongue slid against yours, demanding and sure.

you melted into it despite yourself. your hands found his chest, gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. he tasted like mint and something darker, something that made your head spin.

his hands moved to your hips, lifting you slightly, pressing you against the wall. you wrapped your legs around his waist without thinking, feeling him hard against you through his jeans. the friction made you whimper, made you roll your hips seeking more.

his hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt, thumbs brushing over your bra. you arched into his touch, already lost in the sensation, in the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch you.

"pretty girl," he whispered, watching your eyes flutter in the dim light. "so pretty and you don't even know it. walking around acting like you hate me when you've been thinking about this too, haven't you?"

"yes," you admitted, the word torn from you.

he groaned, grinding against you with intent. "say it again."

"yes, jay. i've thought about it."

"about what? be specific."

"about you. about this. about you fucking me."

the words seemed to break something in him. he kissed you harder, more desperate, hands tangling in your hair, pulling just enough to make your scalp tingle.

"can't believe i'm finally touching you," he mumbled against your skin. "been driving me crazy. every time you roll your eyes at me, every time you argue, all i can think about is shutting you up with my cock in your mouth."

"jay-"

"you'd like that, wouldn't you? being on your knees for me?"

you nodded frantically, the image making you clench around nothing.

he was rolling his hips against you, creating delicious friction where you needed it most. you were both fully clothed but you'd never felt more exposed, more vulnerable, more seen.

"fuck, y/n," he breathed against your mouth. "i've wanted to do that for so long."

"shut up," you whispered, but you were kissing him again, harder this time, desperate.

his hands moved to your hips, lifting you slightly, pressing you against the wall. you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him hard against you through his jeans. the friction made you whimper.

"you're so responsive," he murmured, trailing kisses down your neck. "knew you would be. knew you'd fall apart the second i touched you."

"don't flatter yourself."

he bit your neck, hard enough to mark. "y/n, tell me to stop."

you didn't.

his hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt, thumbs brushing over your bra. you arched into his touch, head falling back against the wall. his mouth followed, sucking dark marks into your skin, and you gasped when his hand wrapped around your throat.

he didn't squeeze hard, just enough to hold you there, pinned, his thumb stroking your pulse point. "look at you," he whispered, watching your eyes flutter. "so pretty when you're helpless. want me to choke you properly, princess? want me to cut off your air while i make you come?"

"yes," you breathed, the pressure making your head spin in the best way.

he applied a little more pressure, just enough to make your breath hitch, and grinned against your lips. "such a good girl. taking what i give you. imagine if i had you naked right now, my hand around your throat while i fuck you raw. you'd like that, wouldn't you? being completely under my control?"

you nodded as much as you could, pinned against the wall by his body and his hand.

"can't wait," he growled, grinding harder against you. "can't wait to get you alone and ruin you properly."

and then the door opened.

"time's up!" sunoo sang, sounding far too cheerful.

you both froze. jay's forehead dropped to your shoulder, his breathing ragged against your neck. you untangled yourself from him, straightening your clothes with shaking hands, trying to look normal, trying to remember how to breathe.

sunoo's eyes widened as he took in the scene. jay's swollen lips, your messed up hair, the hickey blooming dark on your neck. "wow," he said, stepping back. "okay then. didn't expect that. carry on."

you pushed past him, face burning. jay followed, and you didn't look at him as you rejoined the circle, but you could feel everyone's eyes on you, curious and knowing.

mina grabbed your hand. "what happened, y/n?"

"nothing," you lied, your voice rough.

she didn't believe you, but she let it go, though her eyes kept darting between you and jay with increasing interest.

the game continued, but you couldn't focus. jake spun and landed on heeseung, and they actually went into the closet. when they came out, jake's shirt was buttoned wrong and heeseung wouldn't meet anyone's eyes, his cheeks flushed pink. sunoo and sunghoon exchanged knowing looks, smug and satisfied.

you tried to focus on the game, on the conversation, on anything but the way your lips still tingled, the way your neck throbbed where he'd bitten you. but every time you looked up, jay was watching you. dark eyes tracking your movements, lingering on your mouth, on the mark he'd left on your neck.

it was disorienting. you'd spent months hating him, or trying to, and now all you could think about was the weight of his hand on your throat, the way he'd looked at you like you were the only thing in the world.

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the party started winding down around two am. people were leaving in groups, calling ubers, stumbling out into the night in various states of disrepair. you were in the kitchen, pouring yourself some water with hands that still weren't quite steady, when you felt him behind you.

"still hate me?" jay asked quietly, close enough that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

you turned. he was closer than you expected, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to look at him, close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes.

"still figuring it out," you admitted.

he smiled. it was different from his usual smirk. softer, more genuine, with a hint of vulnerability that made your chest ache. "can i drive you home?"

"my friends-"

"already left. i saw mina leave with jungwon twenty minutes ago. they looked pretty cozy, actually."

you checked your phone. three texts from mina

great. abandoned by your best friend for a boy. the betrayal.

"fine," you said, setting down your cup. "but if you murder me, i'm haunting you. and i'll be a very annoying ghost."

"fair enough," he said, that soft smile still playing at his lips. "i'd expect nothing less."

his car was nice. black, sleek, smelled like him, that woody cologne filling the enclosed space. you slid into the passenger seat, suddenly nervous now that you were alone with him. the closet had been one thing. adrenaline and darkness and the game. this was real. this was you choosing to be here, choosing him.

he started the engine but didn't pull out immediately. "can i be honest with you?"

"depends."

"i don't actually hate you. i never did. i just... didn't know how to talk to you. so i picked fights instead. it was stupid. i'm stupid."

you stared at him. "that's the dumbest thing i've ever heard."

"i know. i'm an idiot."

"yeah," you agreed, but you were smiling. "you are."

he reached over, hand finding your thigh, warm and heavy. "can i take you home? actually take you home? not just drop you off?"

your heart hammered against your ribs. "yes."

the drive was quiet, his hand never leaving your leg. he squeezed occasionally, thumb tracing patterns on your inner thigh, higher and higher, and you shifted in your seat, already wet again just from his touch, from the memory of his mouth on yours.

when you got to your apartment, you led him inside without a word. the moment the door closed, he was on you, pressing you against the wall, his mouth finding yours with a hunger that made your knees weak.

"bedroom," he demanded, his voice rough.

"this way."

he followed, and when you turned to face him in your room, he crowded you against the door immediately. his mouth found yours, hungrier than before, like the closet had just been an appetizer and he was starving for the main course.

"been thinking about you since we got out," he mumbled against your lips, his hands already pulling at your shirt. "couldn't focus on anything else. wanted to drag you back in there. wanted to push you to your knees right there in front of everyone."

"why didn't you?"

"patience," he said, though his hands were anything but patient, pulling at your clothes with desperate urgency. "wanted to do this right. wanted to take my time with you."

he stripped you slowly, worshipfully, murmuring praise with every inch of skin he revealed. "look at you. so fucking beautiful. can't believe i get to see this. can't believe you're letting me."

you pulled at his shirt, wanting him bare too. he let you, helping you undo the buttons, and then his chest was pressed against yours, warm and solid and perfect. he was lean muscle and smooth skin, and you couldn't stop touching him, mapping the planes of his body with greedy hands.

"on the bed," he ordered, his voice dropping lower.

you obeyed, lying back against the pillows. he crawled over you, kissing down your body, lingering at your breasts, sucking your nipples into his mouth until you were arching off the bed, then moving lower, to your stomach, the waistband of your jeans.

"jay-"

"patience," he said again, but there was a smile in his voice, dark and teasing.

he undid your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear. you were bare before him, exposed and vulnerable, and he just looked at you for a long moment, his gaze heavy and reverent.

"perfect," he whispered. "absolutely fucking perfect."

he spread your legs, settling between them, and then his mouth was on you.

you cried out, hands flying to his hair, gripping tight. he was skilled, relentless, licking into you with long strokes that had you writhing, your hips bucking against his mouth. he sucked your clit, flicking it with his tongue, and you gasped his name, over and over like a prayer.

"that's it," he encouraged, looking up at you with dark eyes, his chin wet with you. "let me hear you. want to know what i do to you. want to hear how good i make you feel."

he added a finger, curling it inside you, and you moaned louder, your head falling back against the pillows. he built you up slowly, torturously, bringing you to the edge and then backing off until you were begging, your hands tugging at his hair.

"please, jay, please-"

"please what?"

"let me come. please. i need to come."

he sucked your clit harder, finger moving faster, curling to hit that spot inside you, and you came with a cry, back arching off the bed, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. he rode you through it, gentle now, kissing your thighs, your hip bones, back up to your mouth.

"taste yourself," he said, kissing you deep, and you could, the faint sweetness on his tongue, and it made you shiver, made you want more.

he pulled back, standing to undress fully. you watched, propped up on your elbows, as he revealed himself. lean muscle, defined abs, a trail of hair leading down to where he was hard and heavy against his stomach.

your eyes widened. he was big, thick and long, curved slightly against his stomach, the tip already wet with precome. way bigger than you expected. he caught your expression and smirked, wrapping his hand around himself and giving a slow stroke.

"see something you like?" he teased.

"you're huge," you blurted out, then felt your face heat up.

he laughed, low and pleased. "don't worry, doll. i'll make it fit. gonna stretch you out so good. gonna make you feel every inch."

he climbed back over you, and you felt him against your thigh, heavy and hot. "touch it," he ordered.

you reached between you, fingers wrapping around his length. your hand couldn't close fully around him, and he groaned at the contact, hips bucking into your touch, his eyes falling closed.

"that's it," he encouraged. "feel what you do to me. been hard since the closet. since i first tasted you. since i first saw you tonight."

he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing against you, teasing. the head of him felt huge against your folds, and you felt a flutter of nerves mixed with anticipation, your body already sensitive from your first orgasm.

"want you so bad," he admitted. "thought about this so many times. fucking you until you can't remember why you hated me. until you can't remember your own name."

"do it," you challenged. "fuck me, jay. i want to feel you."

he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. he was massive, stretching you wide, filling you deeper than anyone had before. you whimpered at the fullness, at the slight burn of being stretched around him, your nails digging into his back.

"fuck," he gritted out, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "so tight. so warm. taking me so well, princess. feel how big i am inside you? feel how perfectly you fit around me?"

he kept pushing until he was fully seated, his hips flush against yours. you felt impossibly full, stuffed, his cock hitting places you didn't know could be reached. you could feel your walls fluttering around him, adjusting to his size.

"so deep," you gasped, your voice shaky.

"that's it," he praised, starting to move, slow and deep. "gonna fuck you properly now. gonna make you feel every inch. gonna ruin you for anyone else."

he started moving, dragging out every thrust so you felt every vein, every ridge of him. you wrapped your legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, and he groaned, his control slipping.

"greedy," he accused. "want more of this big cock already? you can take it?"

"yes," you whimpered. "please, jay, give me more. fuck me harder."

he picked up the pace, snapping his hips harder, faster. the sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his ragged breathing. with every thrust, he hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur, that made you see stars.

"feel that?" he grunted. "feel how deep i am? gonna ruin this pretty pussy for anyone else. gonna make you addicted to this dick."

"already am," you admitted. "only you. only your big cock, jay."

"that's right. only me. say it again."

"only you. i'm yours. please, don't stop."

he groaned, thrusting harder, losing his rhythm. the bed was hitting the wall, and you didn't care if your neighbors heard, didn't care about anything but the way he was making you feel.

he shifted your leg over his shoulder, changing the angle, and suddenly he was even deeper, hitting your cervix with every thrust. the stretch was almost too much, bordering on pain, but it mixed with the pleasure until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

"too deep," you gasped, but you were pulling him closer, wanting more, your body greedy and desperate.

"you can take it," he soothed, though his voice was strained. "such a good girl. taking all of me. no one's ever taken me this deep, princess. made for me. this pussy was made for my cock."

he reached between you, thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles. the dual sensation was overwhelming, his size filling you completely while his fingers worked you higher, pushing you toward another edge.

"gonna come," you warned. "jay, i'm gonna-"

"come on my cock," he commanded. "come hard, let me feel you squeeze me. milk this big dick, princess. show me how good i make you feel."

you came with a scream, back arching off the bed, your orgasm intensified by the way he filled you completely. your walls clenched around him, rhythmic and tight, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"fuck, that's it. squeezing me so tight. fuck, you're so sensitive now, aren't you? can feel you fluttering around me."

but he didn't stop. he kept thrusting, slower now but still deep, still hitting that spot that made you gasp. you tried to squirm away, oversensitive, but he held your hips firm.

"jay, wait," you gasped. "i can't- it's too much-"

"shh," he soothed, his voice dark and commanding. "i know, princess. i know it's a lot. but you can take it. you're gonna take more for me. gonna make you come again. gonna overstimulate this pretty pussy until you're crying."

he kept moving, his thumb still circling your clit, and you whimpered, the sensation too intense, bordering on painful but somehow still good, still building you up again.

"look at you," he murmured, watching your face. "taking it so well. so sensitive and still taking my cock. such a good girl for me. gonna come again, aren't you? gonna come on my cock even though it's too much?"

you nodded frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. he was relentless, fucking you through the oversensitivity, his cock dragging against your walls, his thumb working your clit with steady pressure.

"come on," he encouraged. "let go, princess. come for me again. i want to feel you. want to feel you squeeze me dry."

you came again with a sob, your second orgasm crashing into you harder than the first, your whole body shaking, your vision going white at the edges. your walls clenched around him, spasming tight, and he cursed, his hips stuttering.

"fuck, fuck, that's it. taking it so well. milking my cock so good. one more, princess. give me one more."

"i can't," you whimpered, shaking your head. "jay, i can't, it's too much-"

"you can," he insisted, his voice firm but gentle. "one more for me. let me feel you come one more time. want to feel you completely wrecked."

he adjusted his angle, hitting a different spot inside you, and you cried out, the sensation overwhelming. he was fucking you slower now, deep and deliberate, making you feel every inch, every pulse of him inside you.

"please," you begged, not sure if you were begging for him to stop or keep going.

"that's it," he praised. "beg me. beg me to let you come."

"please, jay, please let me come. please make me come again."

he thrust harder, his thumb pressing down on your clit, and you came with a scream, your third orgasm ripping through you, your body convulsing, your walls clenching so tight around him that he groaned, his control finally snapping.

he thrust twice more, hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt, and then he was coming too, spilling inside you with a guttural moan, his cock pulsing, filling you up. you felt every twitch, every pulse of him, the warmth spreading through you.

for a long moment, neither of you moved. he stayed inside you, still half-hard and huge, his weight comforting above you, his breathing ragged against your neck. when he finally pulled out, you felt empty, aching, already missing the stretch of him, your body trembling from the aftershocks.

"shh," he soothed, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your lips soft and gentle. "i've got you. you're okay. you did so well, princess. took so much for me. so good."

you were still shaking, your body oversensitive and spent, tears sliding down your temples from the intensity of it all. he wiped them away with his thumb, his touch tender now, completely different from the roughness of before.

"stay here," he whispered. "don't move. i'll be right back."

he disappeared into your bathroom, and you heard water running. you lay there, boneless and trembling, your body feeling like it was floating. when he came back, he had a warm washcloth in his hand, gentle and damp.

"open up for me," he said softly, and you let him part your legs, let him clean you up with careful, tender strokes. the cloth was warm, soothing against your sensitive flesh, and you whimpered at the contact, still too sensitive.

"i know," he murmured. "i know, princess. almost done. just want to take care of you. want you clean and comfortable."

he cleaned you thoroughly, gently, his touch reverent. when he was done, he dropped the cloth in your hamper and climbed back onto the bed, pulling you into his arms. you went willingly, curling into his chest, your ear pressed against his heartbeat, which was still racing.

"you okay?" he asked quietly, his hand stroking your hair.

"yeah," you whispered. "that was... intense."

"too intense?" he asked, and you could hear the worry in his voice.

"no," you said quickly, looking up at him. "no, it was perfect. i just... i've never come like that before. multiple times. i didn't know i could."

he smiled, soft and proud. "you were incredible. so responsive. so willing to take more for me. thank you for trusting me."

"thank you for stopping when i really needed it," you said. "for checking in."

"always," he promised. "i'll always take care of you. after, during, always."

he reached down, pulling the blanket over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders. you were still naked, pressed against his warm skin, and you felt safe, cared for, completely content in a way you hadn't expected.

"can i stay?" he asked, his voice hesitant in a way you'd never heard from him before. "i mean... i can go if you want. but i'd like to stay. hold you while you sleep."

"stay," you said, curling closer. "please."

he relaxed, his arm tightening around you. "okay. i'll stay."

you lay there in the dark, listening to his breathing slow, feeling his heartbeat steady against your cheek. his hand traced lazy patterns on your back, soothing and rhythmic, and you felt yourself drifting, your body finally giving in to exhaustion.

"hey," he whispered, just as you were about to fall asleep.

"mm?"

"i meant what i said. i don't hate you. i think i might be... really fond of you, actually. in a non-annoying way."

you smiled against his chest. "i'm fond of you too. in a slightly less annoying way."

he laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. "go to sleep, princess. i've got you."

"you're not going to call me princess forever, are you?"

"probably," he admitted. "you make it easy. so pretty and responsive and mine."

"hm," you murmured, too tired to argue, not really wanting to anyway.

"sleep," he whispered, kissing your hair. "i'll be here when you wake up."

you fell asleep tangled together, his arms around you, your legs intertwined, his heartbeat lulling you under. and for the first time, you didn't mind the idea of morning, didn't mind the idea of waking up next to him, of seeing where this could go.

the last thing you felt before sleep took you completely was his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, and his whispered words: "mine. you're mine now."

and you were. completely, irrevocably his. and he was yours. and somehow, in the span of seven minutes in a closet and one night in your bed, everything had changed. the boy you'd hated was now the boy you were falling for, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

you slept deeply, dreamlessly, safe in his arms, and when morning came, he was still there, watching you with soft eyes, and you knew that this was just the beginning.

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