#dejun x reader

Your head rested against Dejun’s shoulder while your body had found home comfortably in his lap, cuddled into his chest as you guys spent time lazily watching movies together.

Now usually when men watch movies with their girlfriends, it often leads to sex because they can’t seem to keep it in their pants.

But right now, it is you who can’t seem to focus on the television with your hot boyfriend so close to you.

Dejun had his undivided attention on the film currently playing. He’s been raving about this action film that came out recently— of which, you honestly couldn’t give a rat’s ass about.

Though, you agreed to watch this movie when you saw how his eyes lit up in elation when he discovered it had been added to streaming services.

You obliged since he always went along with what you wanted to do and put your needs first 95% of the time.

He perpetually gave you princess treatment and attention. Always allowing you to be the one to choose what to eat when you two were eating out. Letting you be in charge of aux when you were his passenger princess. And, he always ensures that you’re satisfied and reached your climax every single time you two had intercourse.

Dejun was consistently sweet to you. You loved him for that. He took care of you beyond well and you never took for granted his sweet nature.

Though, that’s what should make moments that surround him and his desires a bit more special. Your boyfriend rarely complains in allowing you to pick and choose most of the time. In fact, he encourages it. He loves giving you what you want and no matter what he does with you, he’s just grateful that you’re by his side.

And so, you really want to be able to sit through this 3 hour-long movie with your boyfriend, as he’d been more than eager to show you something he’s interested in.

But this genre of movie isn’t particularly your favorite. And you know Dejun is well aware it’s not really your vibe.

Which is why he has you pulled into his lap. So you could remain still and held securely in his embrace to watch this movie like a good girl.

Not only was boredom beginning to strike your brain, but you also had a habit of having the inability to stay still. You made way too many movements— whether big or small.

You squirmed so much like a worm. You often had to reposition yourself or fidget as long as you were awake and weren’t focused.

It especially was hitting you now that your ass covered by thin leggings rested over Dejun’s lap and crotch, covered in those lightweight, mesh basketball shorts he always wore when lounging around the house.

Not to mention, he was wearing a black muscle tank that tormented you by having his bare arms on display.

His left arm was currently draped over your shoulder, the palm of his hand and fingers occasionally giving you gentle touches over your own arm and shoulder.

Locking in on this movie way out of your taste was already hard enough on its own, and your boyfriend merely existing was making it even harder.

You can’t help the sexual appetite you suddenly have now. Your mind drifts off to the pretty noises your boyfriend made in bed and how his body fit so well against yours. How he loved when you tugged on his hair and massaged it. How he’s just always so good to you and it makes you want to get on your knees for him.

You just love the shit out of him and want to be buried deep inside him for life.

A sigh leaves your mouth while you crane your neck to graze your lips over his neck. Your eyelids shut as you dot feathery kisses over his skin, humming in pleasure as you do so.

Dejun’s hold on you tightens a bit once your teeth begin to nip his neck, sucking in a breath.

“Hey… what are you doing, love?” his eyes are doing their best to stay focused on the movie whilst your lips stuck over his neck like a magnet.

He was too keen on watching this movie for weeks now, but nothing stops you when lust takes over.

“Just obsessed with you.” you mumbled into his skin, continuing in kissing him up and probably leaving a mark or two in the process.

Your body begins to squirm over him, shifting your ass from side to side even within his hold in attempt to stimulate his dick to get him hard.

Your ears pick up on him swallowing hard at your actions, and you bounce over him carefully, but enough to get him to draw out a low moan.

He can feel your lips curve into a smile over his skin. Your dominant hand finds its way into his scalp, massaging it lovingly. Your other hand rests on the back of his neck.

“You’re just always so needy, huh? Always want my attention.” Dejun teases, and you remove your mouth from his neck to look him in the eyes.

“Can’t help myself, Junie. You’re so hot.” your gaze stays concentrated on his pupils, looking at him with bedroom eyes and mouth slightly parted as you grind into him. The both of you hiss at the feeling of each other’s crotch against one another and the friction created.

“Tell you what. Since you’re being all cute over my lap right now, why don’t we go take this to the bed and you can ride me?”

Your movements halt, mouth agape from his words and confidence faded away.

He smirks at your expression, and only reaches a hand down to your thigh to pat it gently.

“Since you don’t want to watch the movie I chose, the least you can do is do what I want in the bedroom. Can you do that for me, pretty?”

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And so you agreed.

The two of you neglected the movie and headed to the bedroom, quickly discarding all your clothes between heated kisses and teasing.

Now, you sit in front of Dejun. His legs are spread out on either side of you, and his arms are leaned back behind him, holding himself up on the bed.

His eyes sparkled at you in anticipation. Waiting for you to split yourself open and welcome his manhood up inside you.

Though, you can only stare dumbly at his veiny cock and swallow hard.

You’re aching to feel his length inside you, but you’ve never actually rode anyone before.

You didn’t know what it felt like to be on top. And something about sinking down onto his dick just seemed really intimidating.

Taking control in this way was foreign to you. Being pampered and Dejun doing all the work was what you were used to.

The spotlight was on you. Of course you’ve seen explicit content and heard about what it’s like to be on top, but that’s it. You weren’t sure if you could execute the proper skills and avoid embarrassing yourself.

“Jun… I’ve never been on top before.” you look at his eyes with an innocent stare.

“I don’t know if I can do it, babe.” a pout forms on your lips, causing your boyfriend to chuckle.

He knows you secretly just want him to do what you’re used to. Bending you over and fucking the shit out of you. But he wants to challenge you for once.

He saw how eager you were to kiss him up and tease your ass over his crotch just a bit ago. He knows you have it in you to ride him. You can take it for him.

“You can do it, baby. I’m right here incase you need help.” he reassures you, bringing his thumb to your cheek and rubbing it sweetly.

You half smile nervously at him, still a bit hesitant at proceeding with the act of riding him.

But, you trust Dejun so much. He would never hurt you or make you feel bad. If he thinks you can do it, then you believe him.

Your dominant hand reaches for his cock. It twitches at your touch and your fingers begin to lube up his length with his own precum.

Your teeth catch your bottom lip in hold and Dejun feels hot in feeling and seeing you touch his dick and adjusting yourself over him to bring his length close to your pussy.

Cock within your hold, you start to play with the head against your folds to get you wet enough to take him, causing Dejun’s breathing to increase and you whimper at the contact.

“C’mon baby. I got you.” Dejun whispers and brings a hand to your wrist, his touch encouraging you to welcome him in.

And so you do.

He helps you put it in. You align yourself over him well with his aid and his cock head enters your hole. You hiss with eyes shut as you sink down him inch by inch, resting your legs on either side of him, and your boyfriend says nothing but words of encouragement during the process of his length stretching you out.

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding once he bottoms you out, prompting you to whine at the feeling of fullness.

“C’mere.” your boyfriend coos and you carefully lean over towards his face to connect your lips with his, each of your hands resting on one another’s body.

You two make out for a minute while you cock warm him. He lets you get used to him being inside you in this way for a moment so you could get comfortable and less tense.

And you do loosen up. Your mouth moved in sync with his own, and you begin to rock your hips back and forth, grinding over him as the desperation to get yourself off waves over you.

Your arms wrap around his neck and his hands feel all up on the curves and edges of your body while you grind over his cock.

Your hips play around with moving back and forth and moving in a circular motion, testing out the waters.

A filthy moan then leaves your mouth at the stimulation of grinding your clit, making a smirk appear on Dejun’s face as you get used to this.

“I wanna feel you fucking yourself over me. You can do that for me, can you, pretty?” his voice low.

You only whimper in response. Your hands let go from around his neck and find new settlement on his shoulders and chest.

Your hips then lift carefully, starting to move up and down over his length. Your moist pussy letting half of his length slip in and out repeatedly, but slowly.

His hands hold your hips securely, and his eyes are gleaming as he watches you work yourself up and down, mouth open while you concentrate and use his cock like a toy.

Seeing you like this is captivating. The sexual passion you have is strong.

He is in awe at how beautiful your entire being is, and dives into your right breast, beginning to kiss the soft flesh.

It adds more stimulation onto you, fucking up your brain at the pleasure being brought to your sensitive areas.

His tongue coats your erect nipple, leaving his saliva and wetness all over your breast and he then starts hungrily sucking hickeys onto the skin as best as he can, and repeating the same with your other breast. “Fucking hell, you’re gonna ruin me.” he mumbled in between attacking your mounds.

You continue to slide yourself and bounce over him, breath hitching as you do so repeatedly.

Evidently though, you’re starting to feel tired. Unfortunately for you, you don’t have good enough stamina and your thighs are starting to burn from this new position.

You sink back all the way down, beginning to go back to grinding yourself over him at a steady pace. You love the way grinding brings so much stimulation to your swollen clit, and it has you smiling. You moan and let free a couple hushed gasps in satisfaction at the feeling.

Dejun mimics your smile and groans at your neediness and desperation.

It’s turning him on in seeing you attempt to get yourself off right on top of him in full naked view, so filled up with his thick cock— working so hard to fuck yourself over him.

Though, Dejun admits that he did like seeing you bounce up and down his cock, watching his cock split you open.

As much as he loves watching you grinding right now, he thinks it’s time for him to take over.

“Love seeing you like this, pretty. But I think it’s time for me to take over, yeah?”

His hands move over to your ass cheeks, massaging them before his fingers start digging deep into the flesh.

You suddenly gasp when he lifts you up carefully over his cock, starting to slide you up and down over his length.

His hips begin to thrust upwards, fucking you at his own pace and to his own pleasure.

“Ahhh— Dejun!” you practically scream at Dejun’s sudden take over.

Your eyes concentrate on his face, watching the hunger that is deeply visible in his pupils as he follows a rhythm within his thrusts. His nails are deeply dug into your bottom as he uses his strength to lift you up and down. Groans and irregular breaths leave his throat at the feeling of your walls stroking his cock.

You can’t help but start to alternate between tightening and loosening your walls at the feeling of Dejun using his cock to his control. It’s sending him into overdrive, and makes him even hungrier for you two to reach climax. His thick brows tighten together and his chest heaved with every plunge.

“Mhm, you like when I have control— don’t you, baby?” your boyfriend grunts as he raises his hips, making him reach inside of you deeper and come in contact with your cervix.

High pitched moans escape your throat at the feeling, and you tilt yourself forward a bit. Practically gripping onto his chest and shoulders to keep yourself steady, trying not to fall over from how fucked out you are from the pure bliss he’s bringing to your pussy with his cock.

The position you’re in allows a fantastic vantage point for your g-spot. It is then that you feel that tingly tension from your clit and your groin muscles contract.

It’s starting to hurt so good. You can feel your climax coming. Tightness is present from your back down to your legs. Excess saliva builds up in your mouth from the immense pleasure coursing your body and your heart rate picks up.

“Dejun… ba-baby I’m…” tears begin to build up and cloud your vision, just like how the pressure of your boyfriend’s cock is fucking you senseless and fogging your brain from any clear thoughts. You can’t even finish your sentence and barely are able to talk.

Dejun can feel you squeeze his shaft and stares darkly at your face. He sees your fucked-out state and knows his girl is on the verge of milking his cock.

A tear manages to slip out your eye and roll down your cheek, and you whine at how full and overwhelmed you are.

This encourages Dejun to keep up his movements. Adding extra emphasis to each thrust he makes and grunting loudly at his effort and in seeing the way your body is responding to him.

Your stomach muscles clench and breasts jiggle at every movement, leaving him aroused times a million and oversexed by your body. You’re like a moving work of art to him, and he can’t help but feel the blood rushing through his cock at this beautiful, lewd scene.

“Let it out, babygirl. I’m so ready for you.” he growls out, and his words cue you to release, immediately satisfying that itch-pain pleasure that took over your body.

There’s a heat increase within your pussy as you cum. Every inch of you trembles at the feeling of your juices coming out and Dejun’s cock still moving inside you.

Your mouth is wide open in relief and from the electric shock rushing your senses.

“Oh my god—uhhh!” you moan loudly, and your boyfriend’s length begins to twitch not only from your dirty noises that are like heaven to him, but also from how his cock feels like it’s swimming inside your pussy. His shaft is practically drowning and overflowing in your cum, all drenched.

His dick starts to feel sparkly, and he continues to fuck you a bit longer as his own ejaculation is coming.

His entire face contorts, and he deeply groans once he lets go. You can feel his dick swell and grow a bit, and it spasms and pulsates with each and every hot spurt.

Your walls can’t help but squeeze over him as hard as you can while he cums inside of you.

The warmth and pressure of his semen reaches your cervix and fills you up, making it feel like your pussy is getting baked from all the heat stuffed inside of you.

After milking himself dry, he lets his body fall back onto the bed. You allow yourself to drop on top of him, chests colliding.

Both of your heartbeats are still racing from the ‘exercise’ and your legs and thighs shake, coming down from your high and the physical activity.

“You did so well for me. I got you, pretty.” Dejun moves his right hand towards your back to calm you down. His fingers come in contact with sweat glistening your spine, and you cringe at the feeling.

“God, I’m so sweaty. Don’t touch me— i’m gross.” you’re quick to say, trying to shift off Dejun but he keeps you secured over him, refusing to let go.

“We just fucked like animals and you think I care about sweat?” your boyfriend scoffs and lets out a chuckle.

He lifts his free hand towards the nape of his neck, feeling his own sweat that drenched it. He removes his hand quickly after coating his hand, and holds it in the air to show you.

“See? I’m sweaty too. It’s normal, baby.”

Rolling your eyes is the only response you give him. You rest your head against his bare chest, pressing a gentle kiss against his skin.

Your lids close for a moment, his cock still inside you. There’s no motivation in you to leave his arms or move your body. You just wanna be stuck in his embrace forever.

“Wanna go actually watch the movie this time now that you got what you wanted?” Dejun whispers.

You let out a sigh, “Nah, I think it’s time for a nap.” You snuggled your head into his chest, trying to win him over with your cuteness.

In response, he huffs out some air and without warning, brings a hand to smack your ass.

You gasp at the feeling, and hiss at the sensitivity you have from the waist down post-sex. “Dejun!” you scold him.

“Always such a brat. You’re lucky I love you.”

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Xiaojun’s hands began to tremble as he held onto the microphone prepped before him. It has been a while since he last stood up on stage, yet alone ever sang for anybody in a while.

The dim lights that filled the club hadn’t been much of a help to ease the tension that he’d been struggling with either, and he could basically forget about putting on a good impression with the amount of attention he’d been getting from the customers who mainly had turned their attention towards the front stage. 

Rustling through the equipment and ensuring all the band members were ready to go, he hesitantly turned towards the crowd. He tapped his mic twice before breaking his silence. 

This would’ve been a lot easier a year prior, especially when he was the regular singer in this particular nightclub that he worked at as a part-time job on the weekends. However, things took a drastic turn when his fellow co-singer was no longer part of this warm, comfortable family of friends he had made while working here.

Or rather, his fiancé, who had tragically left the world way too soon. 

It wasn’t too big of an issue when people knew you had always had a pretty frail body, and visiting the doctors at least once a month was a fairly common practice you always did back in the day. What was shocking was that by your final years of university, you were beginning to have blackouts—happening more often than it should, which was concerning enough for you to be admitted into the hospital.

Neither of the medical professionals was able to give you a concrete answer about what you were struggling with—frankly, you were glad that you never found out about it to save you all the pain and distress of counting down how many days left you were granted the privilege to stay alive. 

With that, you decided to go through all of the things listed on your bucket list back in high school, and one of them was to perform regularly as a singer. Through your connections in university, you landed a job at the local nightclub not too far from campus and were given the opportunity to shine as a performer on stage.

Which was where Xiaojun met and was instantly smitten all over you.

You both hit off immediately—having a good range of high vocals and loving practically almost the same music genre—and you both could spend time with one another for hours or even days. Just like all relationships, things started friendly before you knew that you could no longer see each other as just simple co-workers from the club. 

Instead, you both became partners and helped the club gain its reputation and fame, which it has proudly maintained for the past couple of years. The local community loved you both, and rumours immediately began spreading like wildfire, causing sales to go up higher than before you took over as the regular performers. 

With that, Xiaojun was convinced that he was glad to be part of this little family he had formed outside of work, and he’d be more happy to work here for the rest of his life. 

Just like a fairytale, everything seemed so perfect for him—not just an enjoyable side income that he looked forward to every weekend to meeting the love of his life who shared the same interests as him. But it is also bound that all fairytales would have times when everything could go badly wrong.

All of a sudden, you were on full-on life support, and hearing the tragic news that you didn’t make it through the night broke Xiaojun down badly, to say the very least. He left his full-time office job and wasn’t keen on meeting anyone for a year. 

Until he cleared up your belongings and found that you had written a song just for him. 

Reading through the lyrics brought tears to his eyes, and it pained him so much how you knew that your time was limited as you wrote this song down. Xiaojun would spend the next day or two hurling up in his room while clutching onto this soaked piece of paper with his tears until he came up with a brilliant idea that he could at least do to honour your name. 

He wasted no time calling his bandmates from the club, which surprised them, considering he hadn’t contacted them in over a year. However, they were more than happy to welcome him back with open arms. 

Quickly, they got to work and spent many sleepless nights in the studio trying to create the perfect song composition to match the vibes of the lyrics you wrote. Slowly but surely, all of his efforts finally paid off, so he was standing back up on stage today just for you. 

He was determined to ensure the world recognised the beauty of your work before you were gone. 

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you are all enjoying the night so far. I’d like to take this time to switch things up for a bit tonight. Instead of taking the usual requests from you guys, I would like to present you a song written beautifully by a loved one, and I hope you could all take the time to indulge in the beauty of it all.” 

With that, he turned behind for a second to give a nod to his bandmates to signal them that they could start the intro while he took another deep breath to prepare for his verse. 

Come on, Xiaojun. You can do this. It’s all for Y/N. 

Under the dim glow of the stage lights, Xiaojun carefully but professionally started off his verse as he closed his eyes as if lost in the depths of the song. With the lyrics you wrote, it was given that the song was a slow and melancholic one—setting the scene for everyone to bask in the beauty of missing a loved one. 

🎵 I hope you no longer cry over me I don’t want you to feel empty in your heart  Please don’t let me make more mistakes to you  I’ll be alright, don’t you worry about me  You know that none of us wanted to leave each other 🎵

He did his best to convey your messages through the song by placing as many emotions through his voice, causing the now silent crowd to slowly sway their bodies to match the tempo of the wonderful piece.

Just as he was finishing up the second chorus and was about to head onto the bridge, he noticed a somewhat radiant light beaming from the corners of the room, and his eyes widened with shock as he noticed what he was seeing.

It was you. Or rather, your spirit. 

You couldn’t help but smile at your past lover, looking at how good he looked while surrendering to the calamity of his beautiful voice. Those lyrics that you wrote immediately stung your heart, and tears began welling up in your eyes. 

And so did Xiaojun. But he knew that he was going to nail this performance just for you, and he was going to suck up all of his emotions as he carried on. 

🎵 I hope for us to reunite someday after I’m gone  Every day staring at the sea, we will be missing each other  Please don’t be afraid after I’m gone  Even if I’m no longer standing under the same sky 🎵

As Xiaojun hit the final high note, tears began streaming down your face as you gently cupped your mouth to control your sniffles. In return, he finally plastered on a somewhat sad smile yet yearning as he directed his full attention to you—as if he was conveying those same lyrics you wrote right back at you. 

🎵 Was it fate, was it love, were we naive or was it by chance  The pain we endured, the mistakes we made, the efforts we took  Others will consider it a wall that can’t be climbed in this cold winter But it was for what I dreamt of for so long, day and night No matter how much time passes The reason why love never changes Is because you exist with your sorrows among people 🎵

As the song slowly ended, the crowd immediately stood up to give Xiaojun and his bandmates a standing ovation—some even shed tears as they felt the message being conveyed to them. Bouquets of flowers were thrown onto the stage, with some of the regulars quickly making their way to the stage to give your lover all of the praise he deserves. 

As much as Xiaojun was distracted by all of the compliments coming his way, he never stopped to glance at you before he knew that it was time for you to take your leave. Before all of that happened, he mouthed a simple “thank you” with tears in his eyes, and your heart clenched at the sight of that. 

But you decided that you wouldn’t leave feeling dejected, and you chose to give one last genuine smile filled with longing and love to your lover.

“I will always love you, Xiaojun. In every universe we may be, you will forever be my only lover.”  

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His family's kingdom had brought yours to the brink of annihilation in war—a long, terrible, stupid war that your nation had been comically unprepared for. The Xiao family had industrialized their military years before your father's generals even began to think about the idea, studying and honing in their technological advances to the point that when they finally brought their army to your doorstep, your father had no choice but to kneel. Can it really be called war if the other side never even stands a chance?

You had hated Xiao Dejun, then. Hated the very idea of him and his entire family. Hated that they had been so generous as to allow your family to stay in their palace for a month while yours was being rebuilt, him and his brothers running through the halls with gleeful abandon while you and your younger siblings had to restrain yourselves at all times. You always had to be poised and patient, silent unless spoken to—the perfect guests for who you saw as little more than your captors.

It was several years later before your father's advisors began whispering again, hushed murmurs that gradually tumbled their way down to your eavesdropping ears—not of war this time, but of the future. Of building future alliances with the very nation that had nearly decimated your home.

And you, as the eldest child, were the perfect sacrificial lamb.

You had felt just as much, too, the night of your first outing with the prince. You would be supervised, of course, but you still found yourself unable to shake the feeling as the servants dressed you quietly, whispering to each other when they thought you couldn't hear. Like they were preparing a stuffed pig for a feast.

You'd dreaded every step down the main stairwell of your newly rebuilt home, clinging to the marble railing that you were sure was just as cold and unforgiving as the prince waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs (Completely unlike the way you are currently racing up a flight of stairs, heart growing lighter with each step).

You had been surprised, then, when Dejun had taken your gloved hand in his—it turned out he was warm flesh and blood, after all.

He'd engaged in perfectly polite, yet expected small talk all throughout the main entryway and into the gate outside. It wasn't until you reached that first step outside, the furthest you'd been away from home in months, that he had squeezed your hand and dropped his voice into an octave that sounded much more familiar to the Dejun you had seen briefly in his home.

"Do you trust me?"

You were taken aback by the question—but you certainly weren't a liar. "No."

He'd laughed at that—a light, airy sound escaping past his lips that you thought had no right to come from a devil. "I thought as much. I would've been surprised if you'd said so." Something glinted in his eyes. "Can you give me a chance to change your mind?"

What on Earth was he talking about? The two of you were only supposed to wander the gardens until dusk—that was what your governess had said. "Why would I do that?"

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth—you thought, for an absentminded moment, how seemingly perfect his teeth were. What a strange thing to notice. "Because it'll get us away from the eyes of your governess." 

Your own eyes widened. "What are you talking about? I—" I hadn't even noticed she was out here, you'd wanted to say. You had spun around, looking intently for somewhere she must have been hiding—she couldn't have been that inconspicuous if Dejun had noticed her already.

He'd squeezed your hand again, warm fingers still intertwined with yours. "I spoke with the stablehand before coming to call on you. He said he would leave a horse tied just outside the gates." He paused. "It's up to you, of course. Your Highness." He dropped your hand only to cross it across his chest in a mock serene bow, and you had bit onto your own tongue, hard, to keep a laugh from escaping you at the sight.

You had tried to weigh the consequences in your mind, but the thought of freedom was just as alluring as it always had been under the watchful eye of seemingly everyone else in the palace you'd grown up with. Even if it came with a price of momentary companionship with Xiao Dejun.

"We..." you had started. "We have to be back by sunset. No later."

He had grinned and taken your hand, running with you close behind, helping you mount the horse when you did, in fact, find one tied just outside the palace gates—and giving you the first taste, if only for an hour, of what real freedom might feel like.

You were chased down by your governess and a slightly bruised stablehand before the sun had even begun to set, but you and Dejun had talked, lying on your backs in an empty field miles away from the palace, for what felt like hours. It was then that you learned he cared practically nothing for politics, that he had no plans to be king the way his father had ruled. You discovered, through a series of conversations, that he wanted so much more for his life—to not be tied to something he hadn't chosen for himself. You'd never forget for the rest of your life how his eyes shone that evening, how they sparkled as he listened to you, and how he talked about the life he wanted with such excitement. He wanted to learn how to walk across a trapeze, or become a traveling musician, to sail across the world with a band of pirates—he wanted to at least have options. To be able to choose something for himself, something that was only his.

That glass facade you had built in your head of him shattered. He was so, so much like you, in every way you had never imagined.

Your governess gave you an earful when you were dragged back to the palace that night, but you could barely find it in yourself to care. Dejun had planted a dangerous seed in your brain—the idea of getting to choose.

While your father wasn't entirely pleased with the events of your first outing with Prince Dejun, his advisors still believed it would be a beneficial match for the future of the kingdom—so you were allowed to continue your courtship with the prince.

With every meeting, you found your affection for the worldview he had given you growing. You were allowed to let yourself want for the first time. You wanted the ability to choose what you did with your life. You wanted to see what the rest of the world looked like outside of your room in the palace.

You wanted Dejun. And he wanted you, too.

But perhaps that grasp of freedom was something you didn't deserve. After all—at the end of the day, there wasn't truly any aspect of your life's path that you chose yourself. Even the idea of freedom was ludicrous. Everything was preordained for your life by the same gods (who you had been told since birth) that had put your father on the throne—to say or do otherwise was simply unthinkable. Heresy. A refusal of everything you had been put on this planet to do.

It had clearly been too long since you had any reminders of that fact—and so your father's advisors, moods changing like the tides of the ocean, provided you with one.

Your kingdom and the Xiaos found themselves in a trade standoff—the Xiao kingdom had the grain your kingdom so desperately needed after his soldiers had burned your farmlands down to the soil, but your father's advisors refused to pay what the Xiaos were demanding. They could get grain and cattle at a much lower price from the Qian kingdom to the south—not nearly as militarily advanced as the Xiaos, but a longtime ally of your father's, and a royal family with a son your age.

One too many insults were exchanged between families over tense negotiations—and so your courtship with Dejun was called off. Replaced with a hurried engagement to the prince of the Qian family, a man you'd never met.

And yet—you couldn't burn the roots of what Dejun had planted in you. Now more than ever, you wanted that freedom Dejun had promised you. You wanted the ability to lash out about this choice made for you, to scream at your uncaring father who only saw you as a political pawn to be used for the betterment of the nation.

But what could you do? You had been raised in a calculating way—everything you did was politics. Every choice you made was a stepping stone for your future—and not just yours. The future of your family, your lineage, your nation rested on your shoulders as the next in line for the throne. Who were you to just cast that aside? Run away with nothing but the hope Dejun would follow you? Would he follow you?

There was still a positive outcome, albeit a small one—you learned that while your relationship with Dejun had been broken for you, your kingdom's alliance with the Xiao family was not entirely lost. It was damaged enough to not want your families permanently intertwined, but not enough to go to war again—or more importantly to your circumstance, not damaged enough that their invitations to your family's yearly galas with the surrounding kingdoms had been rescinded.

A full year passed by the time your family hosted another gala, and it took all the self restraint you had mustered within you to not rush across the ballroom and hold him impossibly close to you when you finally, finally locked your gaze onto Dejun again for the first time in a year. You saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw you from the top of the staircase—the same way you had seen them shine all those years ago, when he had first introduced that damned idea of freedom into your stupidly impressionable mind. You wondered if anyone else in the ballroom could hear how loud your heart was pounding.

It took almost the entire evening, dancing with several other princes and high-ranking officials (the ones your advisors had informed you to charm for potential future alliances) before you were finally able to drag Dejun out of the ballroom, unnoticed, and into a nearby corridor.

You stared at each other for a moment. Then two.

Dejun whispered your name, as if saying it too loud would shatter the moment you've given him.

"I've missed you," you said. Ever the careful, political one—you'd ached with how much your mind and soul had missed Dejun, but you couldn't tell him that. What if he didn't feel the same? What if he didn't want to be seen with you, now that you were engaged to someone else? What if—

He leaned across, cupping your cheek in one hand and pressing his lips to yours in one singular, fluid motion.

Once again—Dejun had presented you with an opportunity you hadn't even thought of yourself. You had seen a door at the end of a hallway and thought it to be the only exit—and Dejun had shown you how to escape through a window.

The next two years of galas were the same—on one night a year, you'd entertain guests for hours, dancing until your feet were sore and mind swirling as you tried to remember everyone's name and affiliation and rank. None of it mattered once everyone retired to their guest suites, preparing for a long day of travel tomorrow, and you were free to slip away and spend the long hours of the night, unnoticed, with Dejun.

Each time, you heard a rock at your window as you were preparing for bed, and each time, you knew what it meant. You'd look outside to see a shining pair of eyes in the darkness, holding a single candle and beckoning you to follow. You'd end the evening as far away from the palace as you could get, tangled in Dejun's limbs underneath the moonlight, the two of you only pulling your cloaks back on and hurrying back in giggles when the first rays of morning sunlight were beginning to rise.

It's what you're doing now—heart racing as you ascend the final stair and make your way to the balcony before you. But this time will be different, you know. It has to be.

You're getting married next month to Prince Kun. You should have cut this tryst off before it even began—you know it will only continue to cause you and Dejun both heartache and suffering. And from what you hear, his own father's advisors have been hard at work finding an engagement for Dejun. It won't be long before you're both encumbered with marital duties.

All of this is at the tip of your tongue to tell him—and then he turns around from the balcony railing.

The moon frames his dark hair like a halo, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he sees you walking towards him—and oh, gods, how could you ever tell him anything of the sort? When he's running a soft hand through your hair and he's pulling your lips to his, when you're closing your eyes against him and letting him glide a hand down to the small of your back and press his chest to yours—when you're tasting freedom on his lips, how could you ever take that away? 

But the thought still haunts you when you're lying on your back beside him, miles away from the palace and watching the stars glitter in the sky above you. You know why neither of you have discussed the fact that you're engaged to Kun, that you'll be living in a palace in an entirely different kingdom after next month. Admitting that you need to have a discussion, after all, feels like admitting that this has to end.

Dejun stirs beside you—you had thought he was asleep. You turn on your side to look at him.

He smiles when he sees your face, and you can't fight a smile from tugging at your own lips. How can you give this up? "This is it," he says, suddenly, and you feel your stomach lurch—of course he'd be the one to acknowledge this. "Isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" you say, quietly—but the quiver in your voice betrays that you know his meaning all too well.

Dejun reaches across and intertwines his fingers with yours, bringing your connected hands up to his lips as he kisses each fingertip. "Did you want to never discuss it? To lie with me here, and then never see me again?"

You frown. "Of course not. But I don't exactly know how—"

"Run away with me," he says suddenly. "They'll never find us. We can go to the ends of the earth."

You laugh at how abrupt he is. "They'd find us, Dejun. Your father owns the greatest military in the world, and my father has spies on every inch of this continent. We'd never make it across either border."

He's insistent. "We have to try. I told you, all those years ago, that I want to be able to choose something for my life, something that's only mine. It's you, Y/N. I don't care where we are or what we're doing—I can't stand to be apart from you anymore."

His words strike your heart like daggers, but you still shake your head slowly—grabbing the hilt and driving the daggers in further yourself. "It's too late. Don't you see? It's not just my family that's depending on my choices now—the Qians are too. I can't turn my back on this anymore by just running away."

"And who decides that?" He shoots back. "None of this has been up to you. Don't you think you deserve a chance to choose a life for yourself?"

You don't know why it's never occurred to you before. It's a fantasy—all of this. Ever since the moment your courtship with Dejun was called off years ago, you've been in a child's delusion. The real world calls now, with all of its accompanying rules and responsibilities—you have no place allowing yourself to stay in this illusion anymore. There has to be another universe, a different life where the two of you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, but it isn't this one. There's no substance to you and Dejun. "And in that life, I would do what? Continue to be a once-a-year tryst to you? Do you..." You take a sharp breath. "Do you love me, Dejun?"

He looks like you've stung him with your words—maybe you have. "You know how I feel about you, Y/N, I—"

"Can you say it?" Part of you is screaming internally for giving him an ultimatum like this, for probably ripping away the only respite you've ever had from your life in a cage—but you know that if you don't do it, it'll be done for you. Just like everything else.

"I..." he trails off, and you find yourself utterly afraid for what he might have said—because it might have convinced you.

And then he inhales again. Clenches his jaw. "Goodnight, Y/N."

Your heart sinks, but you swallow down the self-induced disappointment. "Goodnight, Dejun."

You don't think either of you sleep much that night. You watch the sun rise on the horizon hours later—beautiful, cheerful shades of pinks and oranges that are a perfect contrast to the knots of worry you can feel brewing in your stomach.

As you and Dejun hurry back (in silence) to the south side of the palace, you begin to slow at the gate behind the gardens. In the past, you've always stopped here to say your goodbyes before heading back into the palace on your own separate ways, as to not arouse suspicion.

Dejun never stops. He never even begins to slow down his walking pace. Instead, you watch him walk past you, through the gardens and into the side door into the scullery—and now you really can't shake this feeling that you've made a massive, unchangeable mistake.

You remember how much you once hated him—how to even hear the name Xiao Dejun made your stomach twist. Now, you think, you'd give anything to hear his name announced in the same room as you. And it may never happen again.

The month that follows your engagement with Qian Kun goes by in a blur. The wedding preparations, the attire, the food for the guests—it's all chosen for you, anyway, so why should you care? You silently mourn the loss of all things good and routine in your life that you'd come to cherish before—including Dejun.

The wedding itself is a different experience—mostly because you don't feel like you're even really there. Everything is just as you had rehearsed the day before; your father walks you down the aisle in full royal regalia. You stand beside Kun and recite your perfectly memorized vows. You touch your lips to his.

It’s a game, all of it—and you’ve been told every move to play.

You don't eat much at the reception, and your new husband seems to notice. He asks if you're not feeling well, if you need to leave early—and as much as you know you need to stay to keep up appearances, to maintain the alliances your father's advisors have so carefully crafted for you with this marriage—you can't help but nod yes.

Kun is too kind for his own good, you think. He briefly shows you around the royal wing of your new home, where you'll presumably be staying for the rest of your life, before opening the door to the bedroom at the end of the corridor. You expect him to follow you inside, so you're surprised when he moves to open the door again to leave.

He turns around, a small smile of understanding on his mouth. "I'll see you in the morning, Your Highness. When you're feeling better." He hesitates for only a brief moment before adding, "You don't have to keep up appearances around me. I hope you know that."

You don't know that, in all honesty—but you smile and nod gratefully anyway.

You let yourself sit in the silence of your room for a long while, comfortable with it in contrast to the loud reception you can still hear ongoing downstairs. You think about calling for help on undressing out of your royal wedding attire, but the thought of being alone is still far more appealing, even if it takes you an hour to get out of all these layers.

You've only undone two buttons when you hear a thump on the floor, right below the open window. It's a rock, you realize in disbelief as you bend down to take a closer look. You hold it under the candlelight, and you finally recognize the familiar scrawled ink across the surface.

I love you.

You lean over the window, heart pounding so loud you can hear it rushing in your ears—and you see him. He hasn't even dismounted from the horse he must have ridden to the castle on, one hand still clutching the reins, other hand waving in the air to catch your attention.

Dejun's face lights up when he sees you, and you suddenly feel that same lightness in your chest the instant you see it. Like you'd never even left his side.

You grab the candle on your nightstand and bring it by the window to see him better, and it's then that you begin to hear what he's been saying—not yelling, thankfully, to ensure any wedding goers won't hear. But you don't even think you'd mind now, as you lean further out of the window and finally hear it from his own lips.

I love you.

You think about what he said only a month ago, an echo of the things he'd said to you when you were younger. That you deserve to choose.

You think that while there is a lifetime where you were smart enough to never do anything this stupid, there must also be another where you are brave enough to run away—to be in love, to choose with your own mind to leave behind everything you've known for each other. For something that you both know would last.

Maybe there's a part of you that thinks that lifetime can be this one—that they're one and the same. That some part of you still longs to be that foolish, and that brave.

You cup your hands around your mouth and call down to him—your answer to tonight's unspoken question.

I love you too.

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He thought it wouldn’t be that difficult, he had coped relatively well when she was at nursery for three to four hours at a time, but now, when that time had doubled, he found it so lonely. The house was quiet, no giggling or padding of little feet. He began picturing his days being filled with another tiny baby in his arms, maybe a son this time- no, another daughter would also be perfect- a sibling for Liena to play with, as well as another incredible gift for you and him. 

He thought it wouldn’t be that difficult, he had coped relatively well when she was at nursery for three to four hours at a time, but now, when that time had doubled, he found it so lonely. The house was quiet, no giggling or padding of little feet. He began picturing his days being filled with another tiny baby in his arms, maybe a son this time- no, another daughter would also be perfect- a sibling for Liena to play with, as well as another incredible gift for you and him. 

He thought it wouldn’t be that difficult, he had coped relatively well when she was at nursery for three to four hours at a time, but now, when that time had doubled, he found it so lonely. The house was quiet, no giggling or padding of little feet. He began picturing his days being filled with another tiny baby in his arms, maybe a son this time- no, another daughter would also be perfect- a sibling for Liena to play with, as well as another incredible gift for you and him. 

You weren’t totally surprised when he brought it up, after all you had both agreed on two, and Liena was at a good age.

‘Oh Jun,’ you nearly burst into tears when he asks, ‘of course I want to have another baby with you.’

And he just grins, practically tackling you onto the bed. 

You stop using any birth control, but don’t put any pressure on each other.

‘If a baby happens, it happens,’ he mumbles into your shoulder after one particularly late night together, ‘just like we said last time.’

And that leads you to now, three months later, staring down at a positive test.

You feel such a strange mix of emotions. You were thrilled of course, this is exactly what you wanted, but at the same time, you felt the violent butterflies erupt in your stomach. The nausea probably doesn’t help. 

’Two children,’ you mumble to yourself, the realisation that you would now be responsible for two human lives now dawning on you.

‘Mummy/mommy?’ You hear Liena call from the other room. 

‘Just a moment sweetheart,’ you shout back, putting the test in a drawer. 

‘Mummy/mommy,’ Liena chirps as you come out of the bathroom, ‘what’s for dinner?’

‘What would you like for dinner?’

‘Hmm,’ she thinks for a moment, ‘jjajangmyeon?’

‘Feeling like Korean food today?’ You smile. It’s always made you happy whenever Liena embraces Korea. While she was born in Korea and has never properly lived in China, you and Xiaojun wanted her to be in touch with both cultures, by speaking to her in both languages as well as serving her food from both places.

‘Moonbyeol was talking about it,’ Liena says, referring to Jeno’s daughter who was in her class at school.

She’s quiet for a few moments, before perking up, ‘mummy/mommy, you know Moonbyeol’s getting a little brother, right?’

‘Yeah, I do know sweetheart,’ you smile, ‘it’s exciting isn’t it?’

You hope she says yes, hoping she has an optimistic view of siblings and pregnancy.

‘Yeah! She says the baby is in her mummy’s/mommy’s tummy.’

‘Yeah she’s right Li,’ you start gathering the ingredients for the Jjajangmyeon, ‘how would you feel if I had a baby?’

Liena tilts her head, ‘would I be able to play with the baby?’

‘You’ll have to wait until they grow up a little bit first,’ you explain, ’they’ll be small for a while. Like Jinghua is now!’

‘Jinghua cries,’ Liena recounts the few occasions in which she’d met Renjun’s new daughter.

‘It’s because Jinghua’s just a baby, she can’t say what she wants,’ you explain, ‘if mummy/mommy had a baby, that baby will cry too. But they will grow up into a big boy or girl just like you, and they won’t cry as much and they will want to play with you, and eat food with you and be your best friend!’

‘How would you get a baby?’

Oh great, the question you’d been dreading.

‘Well, um, daddy would have to agree first.. and then the baby would grow inside my tummy here,’ you point to your lower stomach.

‘And then they would be my brother or sister?’

‘Exactly sweetheart,’ you’re still trying to read her expression, ‘would you want that?’

‘Yeah,’ Liena nods, ’it’d be cool to have a brother or sister, like Maddie and Moonbyeol do.’

‘What if mummy/mommy told you there was a baby in her tummy right now?’

Liena perks up, eyes widening, ‘really?’

‘Yeah, Li,’ you feel a big sense of relief at her reaction.

‘Can I see?’

‘Not yet,’ you shake your head, ‘they’ll only be the size of a little tiny dot right now. But over the next few months they’ll get bigger and bigger.’

‘How long?’

‘A few months… but you can help mummy/mommy with so much! Because the baby will need toys and a new bedroom.’

Liena gasps, ‘toys!’

‘Yeah, I knew that would grab your attention… Sweetheart, do you wanna help me tell your daddy about the baby?’

Liena gets excited again, ‘yeah!’ 

‘Okay sweetheart, when daddy gets home, here’s what we’re going to do…’

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‘I’m home,’ Xiaojun calls, face and mood instantly brightening when his daughter comes running towards him.

‘Daddy!’ 

‘Hi angel!’ 

Liena runs into his arms, and Xiaojun lifts her in the air, spinning her around in circles while she shrieks.

You trail behind, ‘ah, too much excitement for this close to bedtime!’

Xiaojun smiles sheepishly, holding Liena on his hip, ‘sorry mama.’

You quickly peck his lips, ‘have a good day?’

‘Yeah, tiring though,’ Xiaojun sets Liena down, peeling his bag off his shoulder and kicking his shoes off, ‘you?’

‘Pretty interesting,’ you press your lips together, nodding, ignoring the confused look on his face.

‘Daddy,’ Liena tugs on the sleeve of his hoodie to get his attention, ‘can you read me a book to go to bed?’

‘Yeah of course,’ Xiaojun grabs her little hand, leading her over to her room.

‘Did you have a nice day at school?’ He asks her as she picks a book to read. You stand in the doorway, watching the scene.

‘I had a good day,’ she says, ‘mummy/mommy made Jjajangmyeon.’

‘Really!’ Xiaojun acts excited, ‘was it yummy?’

‘Yeah!’ Liena grins, ‘delicious.’

’Thanks sweetheart,’ you cross the room to come and sit down beside Xiaojun on her bed.

‘Mummy/mommy told me something too,’ Liena begins, turning her attention to Xiaojun.

‘And what is that?’

‘Mummy/mommy has a baby in her tummy.’

Xiaojun turns to you, completely wide-eyed.

‘Wait, do you really?’ He practically whispers.

You nod, tears sprinting into your eyes.

‘Oh my God,’ he laughs, tears of his own coming through, ‘you’re pregnant.’

Xiaojun gently pulls you towards him, enveloping you in a warm hug, ’this is amazing.. I mean, how long have you known?’

’Since this morning.’

‘I can’t believe- Liena! You’re going to be a big sister!’

You and Xiaojun open your arms, inviting Liena into your cuddle.

‘I love you both. So much,’ Xiaojun kisses both of your foreheads.

‘We love you too,’ you take his hand, resting it on your stomach, ‘all of us do.’

The three of you sit there for a few minutes, just cuddling and soaking in the moment.

Xiaojun catches sight of the time on Liena’s clock.

‘I think it’s time for you to go to sleep,’ Xiaojun pulls away from your hug, much to the disappointment of Liena.

‘No,’ she whines, but is quickly interrupted by a big yawn.

‘Hm, I think it is,’ he laughs, leaning over her and pressing a kiss on her forehead, ‘goodnight baby.’

‘Goodnight daddy,’ Liena clutches her little brown teddy bear that Kun bought for her when she was born.

‘Goodnight Li,’ you kiss her, ‘love you.’

‘I love you too mummy/mommy.’

’Na-night,’ you both leave the room, flicking her little lamp off and quietly pulling the door closed.

Xiaojun waits until you’re out of Liena’s earshot before he practically attacks you in a hug.

‘Hi,’ you giggle, laughing increasing when he starts littering your cheeks with kisses.

‘I can’t believe you surprised me like that,’ he splutters, ‘I really wasn’t expecting it..’

‘Liena is so excited,’ you begin lightly scratching his head in the way you know  he likes, the way that relaxes him, ‘although she did ask me how the baby got there.’

‘Worst question to be asked.’

’I tried to get her to warm up to the idea,’ you say, ‘she seemed to like it. She’s excited for a friend I think.’

‘Good… I’m so happy, I can’t believe we’re going to have another little one in the house… How did you know you were pregnant?’

‘My period was quite late, and I felt a bit dizzy this morning. I mean, it wasn’t too intense, but I thought what if, you know? And all the tests I did, really strong positives.’

Xiaojun’s smile goes impossibly wider, ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

’Now, you’re going to sit in the big comfy armchair with the footrest while we watch TV, and then I’ll make you ginger tea because I know that helped with your nausea with Liena and-‘

You've known Dejun for quite some time now, he's been in your friend group since forever, and now you've been dating for almost a year. The relationship goes pretty well, there's nothing much to complain about besides the usual stuff, like him taking his socks off first thing when he comes home and leaving them there. But you don't actually care about that. The whole relationship is pretty conventional.

What you'd not consider conventional is your almost obsessive attraction to one part of his body. There is just something about his ass that sets a fire inside of you. It doesn't even need to be in a sexual way, you just need to touch it. Anywhere, anytime.

Dejun's not bothered by your obsession with his butt, though he finds it kind of funny. You don't think it's funny. You just wish there'd be something that could scratch that itch when it comes to touching his bottom. Of course, it's amazing, it's plush and beautiful every time you get your hands on him, squeezing the flesh between your fingers. It's so satisfying, but I can't ever still your entire thirst.

One time, you're laying in bed together, one thing led to another, and after a heavy make-out session, you find your place in between his spread thighs, licking stripes along and stroking his cock. Dejun whimpers, bucking his hips to gain more friction that you don't give him. Instead, you completely let go of his cock and lick around his balls instead. You know he's sensitive there, and you just love the high-pitched whines that erupt from his throat.

Your hands wander over the expanse of his strong thighs that are so soft to the touch, stroking him up and down while circling your tongue around his balls. Pulling him closer to you, you lift his legs so they're angled, and you suddenly realize that this gives you the perfect opportunity to fondle his ass.

Dejun laughs weakly at this, but then you move your tongue a little too low, licking a fat stripe over his perineum. Dejun's chuckle dies in his throat, immediately replaced with a throaty whine. Of course, your eyebrows perk up at this, immediately creating eye contact with the due to lust lidded eyes of your boyfriend. He doesn't make any attempt to stop you, so you do it again. And again. And again. And every time, he reacts just the same, as if it's the best feeling in the world.

Testing the waters, you move even lower, then decide to lick over his hole. At this, Dejun suddenly sits up, eyes wide as he looks at you still between his thighs, and he's panting heavily.

"Bad?"

"No. Really, really fucking good," he breathes out, and you press your hand to his chest to push him back onto his back to go back to business.

After some time of you testing everything out, getting his asshole all wet and him all needy and whiney, you wonder if he'd let you go a little further. Carefully, without removing your tongue, you circle your finger around his rim. Too lost in pleasure, Dejun doesn't even open his eyes, but continues to bless your ears with his gentle noises of lust.

You circle your finger around his hole until you're satisfied, then gently push against the ring muscle. It slips in easily, and you're glad you cut your nails just the other night, and Dejun groans so heavenly at the feeling of being filled that you believe you've wetted through your panties and onto the sheets with how hot he looks, sounds and feels.

"Feel good, yeah?" Your voice is gentle, you feel like if you speak too loudly or harshly, you'd scare him away and he wouldn't let you near his ass ever again. But he groans in response, nodding quickly while biting onto his lower lip. His hips are circling into the mattress, trying to gain 1) some friction on his cock and 2) more friction in his ass.

Carefully, you ease your finger deeper inside, carefully watching Dejun's face for any traces of hurt or discomfort, but you find none. He seems to be as much into this as you are.

"Baby," you whisper, delivering another kiss to his thigh before you climb up his body, your finger never leaving his hole. "You're doing so well. Would you be so good and turn around for me?"

Hazily, Dejun nods, presses a chaste kiss to your lips while you remove your finger from him. Soon, he presents himself to you, ass in the air in perfect view for you.

"Fucking hell, you're so fucking hot, Junnie," you sigh before diving back in. You don't know what it is exactly, but the scent and taste of him is just so incredibly arousing that you can't seem to stop. His whines and moans only spur you on further to spit on his hole and plunge your finger back in.

With the position he's in now, you can appreciate his ass even more. While one of your hands is busy fingering him, gradually slipping in deeper to force those pretty sounds out of him, your other hand is kneading at his cheeks. Without hesitation, you'd consider this the best moment of your entire life.

"More, deeper," Dejun whines, and it goes straight to your core. Who are you to deny him such a request? Using a little more spit, you push deeper until your whole digit is sat inside him. Dejun pushes his hips back in an attempt to gain even more friction, so you decide to feel his insides up and down a little.

You move your finger around, then decide: why not add another? So you do, spitting on his hole once more before slowly pushing another finger inside. Dejun grabs onto the sheets, his whines now muffled cue to the fact that he's buried his face in the pillows, hips pushing back against your hand.

"So good for me, my pretty boy," you tell him, noticing how his tensed shoulders relax a little at your words, "you're taking my fingers so well. God you look so hot like this, you have such a pretty ass, baby."

"Please," Dejun whimpers, and you understand what he wants. Your second finger is now pushed in to the max as well, allowing you to carefully move them around again. Carefully, you press upwards, massaging his walls from the inside, then flick your wrist a little before turning your hand around completely.

Gently, you press down, and that's when Dejun let's out the loudest moan of the night. You assume you must've found his prostate.

"So sensitive, baby, does it feel that good?"

"Yes," Dejun turns his head to the side, and you notice that he's been drooling. God, what did you do to deserve a boyfriend this hot?

"Want me to keep going?"

"Please."

You do not have to be told twice, fingers teasing around the area before you push down on the same spot again. Dejun flinches, eyes rolling back as a loud moan tumbles out of him. "More, please, keep going."

Of course, you do. After a few more experimental flicks of your wrist, you finally find a rhythm that works for both your wrist and Dejun. He's whimpering, moaning loudly, and rolling his hips deeper into your touch. Your other hand still feels up his ass, but occasionally strokes over his back and thighs in an attempt to calm him. The situation and the new sensation must be overwhelming for him.

"Do you think you can cum like this-"

"Yes, fuck, yes, keep going, ohmygod-"

With a smile, you keep your motion, though increase the pace a little and pushing down a little harder each time. Dejun is incoherently babbling and you swear that you could cum from the sight alone.

Not long after, Dejun's moans have turned much higher pitched, and he's asking you to, whatever you do, just not stop.

"Yes- r-right there, 'm c-" Dejun tenses visibly, back straightening as he groans out deeply, and you can feel him clenching around your fingers as he cums. You stroke him through it, telling him what a good boy he is for you until he calm down.

"I'll be right back," you say, running to the bathroom to wash your hands and get something to clean him up with. Once you return, he's sitting there, on his knees, eyes still hazy.

"Thank you," he says once you're in reach, and he pulls you closer to kiss you, "now let me make you feel good too."