Seventeen's Reaction Of You Calling Them 'baby Boy' For The First Time

seventeen's reaction of you calling them 'baby boy' for the first time

warnings: stablish relationship, suggestive, mention of explicit content, use of 'mommy'

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seungcheol was surprised when he heard it. he was complaining about something that happened at work, a big pout on his lips as he keeps talking, and you just couldn't help it "such a baby boy" you joked, laughing. "what did you call me right now?" he asked, his brows shuting as you giggle "you heard it right, baby boy" you shoot back.

jeonghan got so cocky when he heard it for the first time. you, on the other hand, just said it mindlessly "understood, baby boy". "say that again" he said, smiling at you, making you looked confused back at him "what? baby boy?" you asked, his face changing as he was playing a devilish grin at you "should i call you mommy, then?"

joshua wasn't expecting it at all. he was waiting for you at the car, suddenly the windows rolled and he called you "we gonna get late, love! hurry up!" he said. you ran around the house, shoes getting in on the way "im coming, baby boy" you said back, locking the door and getting on passenger seat. he looked at you, almost horrified "don't ever say that again" as you laugh.

jun got flustered, all giggly, and ears red. you got yourself home at the view of your lover layed on the sofa, eyes glued on the tv screen, fully concentrated at the cartoon. "hello, baby boy" you great with a smile. he jumped on his spot, realizing it was you, his face brightening up in shyness "oh! hi"

hoshi couldn't stop bickering with you. he was the very definition of brat, a playful smile on his lips every time he got a reaction of you. "stop! are you a baby boy or something?" you shoot annoyed. "a what? try calling me that on bed next time" he replied it right away, your mouth opening in surprised at his dirty words "soonyoung!"

wonwoo had been hours staring at the computer screen, you approaching, purposely covering half of the screen "what are you doing?" you asked as he tried to peek behind you "how many hours more?" you sulked and he looked at your face with doe eyes "dont say it like that" he replied. "what can i do? i have an addicted baby boy at home, i guess" you said and his cheeks turned red as he got up to hug you tightly.

woozi was on the studio when he received your call. "hey, what are you doing? im passing by, do you wanna grab lunch?" you asked on the other side as he replied "sure, i meet you in 5" "'kay! see ya, baby boy" woozi knew he couldn't hide his expression, a rush of heat coming up his face as he was glad it was through the phone and you wouldn't see him like this, he was weak.

dokyeom saw everything but this coming when he met you in a tiny short that did a poor job at covering his thighs. you came closer checking him out "you look good" it was the first thing you said, seeing his bright smile making its appearance on his face "hello to you too" he replied. "what do you think we stay at home today, baby boy?" you hugged him, letting it out as he got shy without leaving his smile that makes you weak to him and so is he to you.

mingyu always knew you found it funny that people looked at him as some scary big man, and he is what he is. it wasn't a surprise when your friends met him for the first time, saying he was different than they expected. when the subject changed, you came closer to his ear, whispering "could die to let them know what a good baby boy you are to me" he grinned, scratching his nose attempt to hide it from everyone else.

minghao was caught in the heat of the moment when your innocent kisses suddenly got into messy ones. "baby..." you briefly unattached your lips, your hot breath fanning his lips "would you have me, baby boy?" you whispered. his grip tightening on your waist, pulling you to him as he whispered back "get on my lap, baby girl"

seungkwan was clingy. he needed you to keep patting him as he rested on your shoulders; every time you stopped, he grabbed your wrist again "why!!?" he pouted looking up at you. "oh my gosh! alright, baby boy, lay here" you said, patting the cushion on your lap. "please, keep calling me that" he said smiling, letting a peck to your lips.

vernon and you were playing a phone game as a duo, the laughs and excitement filling the room every match. you shouted for his help on the game, him coming to save you as he started to defend you from the bad ones "yes!! yes!! grab him!! catch him, baby boy!!" you cheered him on. his movements haulting, almost dying on the game too as he gets too flustered and light headed with the nickname but decided to just let it go.

dino was quietly resting on your arms while you talked to your friend on the phone. the gossiping ended up on the boyfriends subject, her getting surprised that dino was the youngest of his friend group "uhum, he's the baby boy" you said it and he suddenly shifted on your embrace, mouthing "baby boy?" to you as you smiled and nodded. his expression in a mist of endearment and embarrassment as he just accepted it.

don’t be jealous

in which: mingyu's jealous of how close you're getting with seungcheol

pair: mingyu/afab!reader

word count: 1k

content: smut, a little jealousy, chair sex, completely consensual

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"No, it goes over there."

Seungcheol grabbed your hand and put the puzzle piece where he thought it fit, but it didn't. You slapped him playfully and said, "Dummy, I told you, it goes over here!"

Seungcheol nudged you with his shoulder lightly and said, "I'm not a dummy, you are."

You placed your palms on his cheeks and squished them, making his lips purse. Seungcheol mirrored your actions, his palms on your face. You grinned and poked his cheeks, Seungcheol's hands now holding onto your wrists. You resisted against his grip while laughing, a smile plastered to your face. Just as you lightly butted your head against Seungcheol's forehead, Mingyu walked into the kitchen in pursue of finding something to quench his thirst.

"Did I interrupt something?"

You quickly tore yourself out of Seungcheol's grip and shook your head.

"No, we were just working on a puzzle."

You got up from the stool you were sitting on and walked over to the fridge where Mingyu was taking out a bottle of ice tea.

"Need anything?" you asked Mingyu.

Mingyu cleared his throat and bent down, his lips by your ear. His voice dropped several decibels as he said, "Follow me."

Mingyu then turned on his heel and exited the kitchen, you shrugging at Seungcheol as you followed him.

"We'll finish it later," you told Seungcheol as you turned the corner.

Mingyu led you to his bedroom, a solemn look on his face. He closed the door behind you while you sat down on his bed. Mingyu pulled the chair from his desk and sat down in front of you, his bottle of iced tea resting on the desk.

"Why did you tell me to follow you?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

Mingyu held out his hand and willed you to hold his hand. You placed your hands in his and were forced to stand up as Mingyu pulled you into his embrace, his arms around your waist. He sat you down on his lap and started planting soft kisses on the side of your neck, his nose brushing against your ear. His teeth nipped the lobe of your ear as he muttered, "I don't like seeing you that close to Seungcheol."

You hummed in a soft tone, "Are you jealous?"

Mingyu nodded against your neck, his lips sucking lightly on your jaw. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you clung to him while leaning your head back slightly.

"Mmh, my little Mingyu is je— Ah!"

Mingyu sunk his teeth into the flesh above your jawline, causing you to abruptly stop your sentence. You could feel him smirk against your jaw as his fingers tugged at the waistband of your jeans. Somehow, as you were sitting on his lap, Mingyu managed to unbutton your jeans and slip the jeans off your waist and thighs. You happened to be wearing a thong that day, which he simply pushed to the side as he rubbed your entrance. He unzipped the zipper hoodie you were wearing with his other hand and slipped it off your shoulders. You were only wearing a sports bra, a very loose one for that matter, and Mingyu managed to slip it off your breasts and down your torso within seconds. He trailed kisses down to your breast and sucked on the flesh right where your breasts started, your hands working on his basketball shorts.

Mingyu groaned against your breasts as you pulled off both his shorts and boxers, revealing his stiffened dick. You scooted forward on his lap, your pussy rubbing against his dick. Mingyu stopped rubbing your folds and started massaging your breast as his other arm snaked around your waist and his lips were rooted on yours. As you continued kissing him, you shifted your position so that you were hovering above his dick. With one hand, you were holding onto Mingyu's shoulder, and with the other, you were holding onto his dick and rubbing it back and forth along the lips of your cunt before positioning it.

You sat back down on Mingyu slowly, his dick sliding through you easily. Mingyu moaned alongside you as you pushed yourself into Mingyu's chest, your whole lower body being pushed back. Mingyu continued massaging your breast, his tongue intruding into your mouth. You raised and lowered your abdomen as Mingyu moved his hips along with yours. His dick seemed to penetrate through you as you sat yourself back down on his lap every time you pushed yourself up. You knees trapped Mingyu's legs as you kneeled on the chair and sped up your gyrations, Mingyu moaning into your mouth loudly. Your breath hitched as you felt yourself nearing your climax, Mingyu's arms guiding your waist as you kept moving up and down.

You moaned and smiled as you came on Mingyu, your lips still pressed against his. Mingyu came shortly after he pulled out of you, his cum covering most of your stomach. With the feeble strength you had, you got up off of Mingyu's lap and waddled to his bed before collapsing onto his bed. Mingyu got up after you and laid down next to you, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he continued leaving red marks on your neck and collarbone. You sighed and were going to tell him something had it not been for the rumbling of his stomach.

"Are you hungry?"

Mingyu nodded against your neck, his face a light shade of red.

"Let's go get you something to eat."

You sat up and cleaned yourself off with the tissues Mingyu kept on his desk and got dressed while Mingyu just pulled on his boxers and shorts because his shirt was still on. The two of you walked out of Mingyu's bedroom, Mingyu's arm around your waist. You entered the kitchen to find Seungcheol still working on the puzzle.

"Hey, I heard a lot of moaning, are you gu—" Seungcheol started his statement without looking up until he asked, or wanted to ask, if you were okay. However, he took one glance at your neck and his eyes widened.

"What happened to your neck?!"

Mingyu pulled you in tighter and said, "Mine."

You turned your back to Seungcheol, embarrassed because of all the red marks on your neck, and dug your face into Mingyu's chest. Mingyu hugged you into his chest and blushed again as Seungcheol continued staring at the both of you in utter shock and maybe a little disgust.

Seungcheol never approached you the same way again.

bestfriend!mingyu hcs

bestfriend!mingyu who always has your back, no matter what. he's the type of friend who would drop everything to be there for you, even if it means inconveniencing himself.

bestfriend!mingyu who is always there to listen. when you need someone to talk to, mingyu is always willing to lend an ear. he never judges and always offers his support.

bestfriend!mingyu who knows all your secrets. you and mingyu share a deep bond, and he knows everything about you, from your biggest fears to your wildest dreams.

bestfriend!mingyu who is your biggest cheerleader. mingyu is always there to celebrate your successes and encourage you to pursue your goals.

bestfriend!mingyu who makes you laugh until your sides hurt. mingyu has a knack for making people laugh, and he's always there to brighten your day with his jokes and funny stories.

bestfriend!mingyu who is always there to comfort you. when you're feeling down, mingyu is the first person you turn to. he knows exactly how to make you feel better and lift your spirits.

bestfriend!mingyu who is secretly in love with you. mingyu has had feelings for you for a long time, but he's afraid to confess them because he doesn't want to risk ruining your friendship.

bestfriend!mingyu who is always trying to find ways to spend more time with you. mingyu loves spending time with you and is always looking for excuses to hang out.

bestfriend!mingyu who is jealous when you're with other guys. mingyu doesn't want to admit it, but he gets a little jealous when you're spending time with other guys.

bestfriend!mingyu who gets protective when someone else tries to hit on you. mingyu hates seeing other guys try to make moves on you, and he'll do anything to discourage them.

bestfriend!mingyu who is always there to defend you. if someone says something bad about you, mingyu will be the first to stand up for you.

bestfriend!mingyu who loves to cuddle with you. mingyu loves the feeling of being close to you, and he'll often try to find reasons to cuddle.

bestfriend!mingyu who is always trying to get your attention. mingyu may try to get your attention by being extra nice to you or by doing things for you that your boyfriend does.

bestfriend!mingyu who  is always trying to find reasons to dislike your boyfriend. mingyu may try to find reasons to dislike your boyfriend, even if they're completely irrational.

bestfriend!mingyu who is secretly hoping that your relationship will end. mingyu may secretly hope that your relationship will end so that he can have a chance with you.

03:35 pm

genre: fluff, meet-cute? - wc: 581 [ a/n: i read 'the seventh day' by yu hua, which was recommended by wonwoo! (no mention of a specific book here besides the genre) ]

"i'm sorry dear," the librarian whispers, "the only version of this copy was signed out an hour ago."

you nod, glancing at her apologetic features. the woman removes her glasses and lets them hang by the chain attached to the temples.

"no worries at all, miss," you reassure her, turning away to find something else to read, "thank you."

she smiles kindly as you disappear between the shelves, tracing your finger on each book. it feels almost daunting, lurking from aisle to aisle, waiting for something—or anything to catch your eye.

as you approach the end of the fiction novels, you figure it might as well be the end of your search. with a sigh, you continue your path, only skipping past the shelves and towards the exit.

just as you reach to pull the doors, something—or rather, someone—catches your attention. he's standing at one of the small checkout desks by the window, engrossed in a book. his dark hair falls slightly over his forehead, and his glasses sit at the tip of his nose.

"oh, would you look at this," you hear the librarian say to the young man who's stepped up to the counter, "this book is quite a pick, wouldn't you say?"

you watch him raise a brow at the woman, the man—who you now realize is holding the exact book you were searching for.

"really?" he asks, looking down at the book in his hands. “it’s a popular one, i suppose.”

her eyes crinkle as she hums, averting her gaze to the computer. a smile spreads on her face when she spots your figure above the screen. "in fact, that's them right there."

you feel your face flush as he follows her gesture, his eyes meeting yours. like a deer caught in headlights, you stand there awkwardly, having no idea what to initiate. should you leave or—

he hesitates for a moment before mumbling something to the woman. after you hear another beep, he walks over to you, the book still in his hand.

“hey,” he says, raising his hand to display the book. “i just heard you were looking for this.”

your eyes widen, slightly embarrassed. “y-yeah, i was, but it’s okay. you got to it first.”

he shakes his head, offering the book to you with a soft glint in his eyes. “it’s no problem. i insist you take it. i’ve read it a couple of times already.”

you stare at the book, then back at him. “you sure? i don’t want to take it if you were going to sign it out today.”

“i’m sure,” he says, his grin widening a little. “books are better when shared, don’t you think?”

his words make you chuckle, and you reach out to take the book, your fingers brushing his as you do. “thank you, that’s really kind of you.”

“it’s no problem,” he repeats, his gaze softening as he watches you. his hand reaches for your empty one, “wonwoo.”

you gladly accept his, taking note of how gentle he feels, “y/n,” you reply, feeling your heart skip a beat.

"you think we could maybe...uh, talk about the book some time?" he asks, putting his hand behind his head.

you're quick to agree, the thought of seeing him again making you visibly giddy. “i’d like that.”

“great,” he says, his eyes twinkling with a quiet excitement. “i'll see you around?”

you clutch the book close to your chest, smiling like an idiot. “see you around.”

A Change Of Heart

MDNI

collegestudent!reader x jerk!mingyu

wc: 2.4k

a/n: sorry for not posting in a while !

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In the bustling halls of Yonsei University, Mingyu seemed to be the epitome of the perfect jerk. His charming smile could light up a room, and his playful banter had a way of making girls swoon. Yet, behind that charismatic facade, he was arrogant, impulsive, and, frankly, a complete pain. Your friends would often roll their eyes, sharing knowing glances as he strutted around, acting like he owned the place. You, however, remained immune to his charms. Or so you thought.

"Mingyu's at it again," Jenna, your best friend, whispered, elbowing you as she pointed toward the crowd where Mingyu and his friends were causing a ruckus.

You observed him from a distance, standing in the center of his entourage like a king among peasants. It made your blood boil. "Why does he even try?" you mumbled, shaking your head.

"Because he's Mingyu," Jenna replied, giggling as she watched him turn his attention toward you. "He has a soft spot for you, you know."

“More like a bullseye,” you retorted, crossing your arms. You could feel his gaze prickling against you like a heatwave.

Mingyu sauntered over, a confident grin plastered across his face. "Hey, why so serious? You should lighten up," he said, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe because you're annoying."

"Ouch. That stings!" he laughed, feigning hurt. "Come on, don’t tell me you’re still mad about last week when I beat you at that game?"

You shook your head. "It's not just that, Mingyu. You’re a jerk, and your tricks don’t work on me."

"Tricks? Me? I’m just being charming," he winked, leaning closer as if sharing a sweet secret.

Your heart raced, but you swallowed the flutter and stood your ground. "Trust me, it’s not charming. It’s just… sad."

“Sad? Think of it as my unique way of showing interest,” he retorted playfully, undeterred.

His friends snickered behind him as you felt frustration bubble within. “You know what? Just leave me alone. I’m not interested in jerks, no matter how charming they think they are.”

A beat of silence fell between the two of you, the subtle tension crackling in the air. Mingyu’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something else in his eyes—hurt?

“Okay,” he replied quietly, backing away. "If that’s what you want…"

For a moment, you felt a pang of regret. But you brushed it aside. You couldn’t allow yourself to get caught in his games. You turned on your heel and walked away, heart pounding, but relieved to finally stand up to him.

The next few days passed in a haze. You tried to focus on your studies and hobbies, but your mind kept wandering back to the encounter with Mingyu. Your friends noticed the change in your mood, and Jenna was quick to bring it up.

“Are you okay? You seem a little… off,” she probed one lunch break.

“Honestly, I just—I’m so done with Mingyu’s antics,” you confessed, stabbing your fork into your salad. “He thinks he can charm me just because he’s popular. It’s exhausting.”

“I get it, but you have to admit, he’s persistent. He must really like you,” Jenna replied, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“Who cares? I’ve told him no, and I mean it.”

But, as the week dragged on, you began to notice you missed him—his obnoxious confidence, the banter, even the way he could make you laugh despite your better judgment. The tension was palpable, and it surprised you how much you longed for his presence.

Then, one afternoon, as you left your last class, you unexpectedly ran into Mingyu by the lockers. He stood there, leaning against the metal frame, arms crossed, looking a bit lost.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice softer than usual.

You hesitated but replied, “Hey.”

“You… okay?” He glanced away, avoiding your gaze. It was unlike his usual bravado.

“I’m fine,” you replied, trying to sound disinterested, even as you felt a rush of emotion stirring within you.

“Listen, about what you said the other day…” he began, pushing himself off the locker and straightening. “I really didn’t mean to come off as a jerk. I was just trying to, well, get your attention.”

“Well, you’ve got it,” you shot back, surprising even yourself.

He run a hand through his hair in frustration. “Can we start over? I promise I won’t be a jerk. I want to show you I can be… better.”

You held his gaze, searching for sincerity in his words. There was something about his earnestness that pulled at you, and for the first time, you wondered if perhaps you had misjudged him.

“Okay,” you conceded, a small smile creeping up your lips against your will. “But no more ‘charming’ attempts, Mingyu. Just be yourself.”

He grinned, and you felt an inexplicable warmth at the corners of your heart. Maybe, just maybe, his intentions were more genuine than you had thought.

As the days turned into weeks, you and Mingyu started spending more time together. He seemed to put in genuine effort to show you a side of him that was softer and more thoughtful—no more cocky comments or arrogance. One evening, while studying at a local café, you found yourself laughing freely, truly enjoying his company.

You placed your pencil down, wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “I can’t believe you actually did that!” You giggled, recalling one of his ridiculous childhood stories.

“Hey, I was just a kid!” he defended, chuckling along. “But it’s who I am now. I’m trying to show you that I’m not just some jerk.”

“And I appreciate it,” you replied softly, the intimacy of the moment washing over you.

There was a moment of silence, a palpable tension enveloping you both as his gaze locked onto yours, that same old spark of chemistry igniting once again. Unlike before, it didn’t feel antagonistic. This time, it felt warm—inviting.

“Can I… kiss you?” he asked suddenly, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his question caught you off guard.

“Yes,” you breathed, your heart racing as he leaned in. The moment his lips touched yours, it felt electric. It was soft and tentative, but there was an urgency buried beneath it, a longing to bridge the gap that had held you apart for so long.

As the kiss deepened, you melted against him, feeling everything you had held back; the sweetness of his charm and the warmth of his body enveloping you as he pulled you into his arms.

“Wanna go to my place?”

Mingyu leaned in, his lips tracing a scorching path along your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below your ear. You arched your back, gasping at the sensation, your nails digging into the couch cushions. His hands roamed down your body, unbuttoning your shirt with a deftness that spoke of his eagerness, yet never once breaking the spell of his kisses. Each button released was a whispered promise of what was to come, each inch of skin revealed a new chapter in the story of your desire.

When your shirt was open, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of you, his eyes devouring the curves of your body as if you were a masterpiece. He cupped your breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks, eliciting a soft whimper from your lips. You could feel your body responding to his touch, your skin tightening with need, your nipples begging for more. He leaned down, capturing one with his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing as you threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

He stood, pulling you up with him, and you stepped out of your shoes, the cool floor a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. He guided you down the hallway, his hand on the small of your back, a silent promise that he would lead you to where you both wanted to be. The bedroom door creaked open, revealing a space bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The scent of vanilla filled the air, a sweet aroma that seemed to envelop you both as you stepped over the threshold. The bed was large and inviting, the sheets a crisp white that starkly contrasted with the dark tones of the room.

Mingyu turned to face you, his eyes dark with lust. He took your hand and led you to the edge of the bed, his other hand unbuckling his belt, his sweatpants falling to the floor. He was beautiful in his vulnerability, his need for you mirrored in every line of his body. You reached for the button of your own pants, but he stopped you, a smoldering smile playing on his lips. "Let me," he murmured, his voice a seductive caress that had you melting into a puddle of desire. He knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours as he unzipped your pants and pulled them down, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your thighs.

The anticipation was unbearable, the tension between you a living, breathing entity that demanded to be sated. You stepped out of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, which he took his sweet time removing. His eyes raked over your naked body, a silent testament to his appreciation. He kissed his way up your legs, each kiss leaving a mark of fire, until he reached the juncture of your thighs. You felt yourself growing wetter, your body ready and willing for his touch. He paused, looking up at you with a question in his eyes, and you nodded, unable to form words.

With a gentle tug, he removed your panties, tossing them aside. His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin, before he leaned in and kissed you intimately. The sensation was overwhelming, a jolt of pleasure that had you gripping the bedpost for support. He took his time, exploring every inch of you with his mouth, his tongue dipping and swirling in a dance that had your knees threatening to give out. You could feel your orgasm building, a crescendo that grew louder with each passing second.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, you pushed him away and climbed onto the bed, pulling him with you. He didn't resist, his own need clear in the way he kissed you, his hands roaming over your body with an urgency that matched yours. You reached for the hem of his boxers, pulling them down and freeing his erection. You took him in your hand, marveling at his size, before guiding him to your entrance. He hovered there for a moment, his eyes searching yours, and then with a deep, guttural groan, he pushed into you, filling you completely.

The sensation was like nothing you had ever felt before, a perfect union of bodies and souls that had you crying out his name. He moved slowly at first, giving your body time to adjust to his size, his movements deliberate and measured. Each thrust was a declaration of his desire, a silent promise that he would give you everything you needed. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. His hands found your hips, holding you in place as he picked up the pace, his rhythm setting the beat to the symphony of your passion.

The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the room, a primal music that seemed to resonate with the very walls. The bed rocked beneath you, a testament to the intensity of your love making. You could feel your climax approaching, a tingling in your toes that traveled up your spine and exploded in your core. Mingyu's eyes never left yours, his gaze holding you captive as he brought you to the edge and pushed you over. You screamed his name, your nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

He followed you, his own release a powerful crescendo that had his body tensing and his eyes rolling back in his head. He collapsed onto you, his breath hot against your neck, his heart pounding in time with yours. For a moment, you lay there, tangled in the sheets, lost in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows across the room that danced over your sweat-slicked skin.

As your breathing slowly returned to normal, Mingyu rolled over, pulling you with him so that you were nestled in the crook of his arm. He kissed the top of your head, his hand tracing idle patterns on your back. "I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice a warm rumble in the quiet of the room. You snuggled closer, feeling his words resonate deep within you. This moment, this connection, was everything you had ever hoped for.

You whispered your own confession into the darkness, your voice a soft, contented sigh. "Me too." The words hung in the air, a promise of more nights like this, more moments of unbridled passion and love. He tightened his hold on you, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. "We have all the time in the world," he said, his voice filled with certainty. And in that moment, as the candles burned low and the night stretched out before you, it felt like you truly did.

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