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It was a late night, the darkness illuminated by the continuous lightning strikes flashing, rain pouring down so hard that it was hard to see further than a few meters ahead.
It was the worst thunderstorm in history, you were sure of it.
Unfortunately, you were in the midst of it, lost in the woods as you tried to navigate your way back to town.
But to no avail, you were completely disoriented, panic rushing through your spine as you felt your clothes getting heavier, soaked by the cold rain.
Aimlessly wandering for shelter, you end up in a large garden, following the trail of flowers until you reach two grand doors. You look up, palms placed flat on the surface, your eyes squinting to get a better look of it. You couldn't see very well, but this was a very large building- A castle?
Another strike of lightning sparked in the sky, the silhouette of the castle visible for a split second, and you gasp, startled from the roaring sound. In the midst of it, you decide to knock three times on the wooden doors.
A long moment passes, until you take a step back when the two doors slowly creaked open. Keeping one hand over your face to shelter your eyes from the rain, you're able to distinguish the frame of a man standing by the doorway,
"Who may this be?"
Must be a butler, his voice deep and smooth. He didn't look very pleased, however.
"I-I just.... I'm lost, and-"
"I'm sorry, we are unable to help. Unless you have business with the prince, you must leave immediately."
You took a step closer, a frown on your face, "You're going to leave me here in the cold? It's pouring!"
The butler didn't move, but his eyes were apologetic, "I'm sorry, ma'am."
"I'll die from the cold!" You pleaded. It felt partially true, you were freezing, soaked and lost. How could one be so heartless?
The butler pursed his lips, as if he was trying to find a solution, "Then... step inside for a moment." he ushered for you to get inside just far enough for you to be sheltered by the building, closing the doors behind you before he strides through the hall towards a room, "Wait there, I will be back shortly."
So, you did. You waited, for what felt like forever.
Until finally, the footsteps of the butlers heeled boots echoed through the large hallway was heard as he returned, a vague smile on his lips as he bowed at you,
"The prince would like to see you."
You tilted your head to the side, "He would?"
The butler nods, ushering for you to follow behind him, so you do.
When reaching the next large door, the butler opens them before stepping to the side, announcing your presence, "She's here, my lord."
You walk in, unsure of what to say or do, jumping where you stand as the doors slam shut behind you, leaving you alone with this.... prince.
"Who are you?" His smooth voice snapped your attention towards the man standing by the window, back facing you.
From what you could see, he was very young. A lot younger than you expected, probably around your age if you weren't mistaken.
He had raven hair, a form fitted suit showcasing his perfectly sculpted proportions, a slim waist with broad shoulders.
Please, let him at least have a less attractive face.
The prince turned around slowly, a wine glass swirling in his hand while the other was stuffed deep down the pocket of his suit pants.
Of course he was beautiful.
"Let me ask you again," he said, taking one sip from his wine as he slowly sauntered over to you, the echoing of his heels clacking against the floor prominent in the grand room, "Who are you? And what do you want?"
Your eyebrows were drawn together, gaze following him as he circled around you like some kind of predator eyeing its prey.
"I'm Y/N. I simply wish for shelter from the storm until it passes, then I will be on my way."
The prince hummed, his eyes drawn to the liquid in his glass as he's in thought,
"And why should I grant you this wish?"
What? Wish?
"Are you serious?" You grew annoyed, crossing your arms over your chest. Ah, your clothes were cold... Looking at him, your eyes were annoyed, yet pleading, "It's a very bad storm, I can't go back out..."
"Then what do you offer?" He glanced back up at you with a serious face. What could you possibly offer a prince? He had
everything he could ever desire.
But, you did have one thing that could not be bought...
"I can sing for you."
The prince's eyes widened, he didn't expect that out of all things you could've offered. "Huh? I mean...What?"
Now he's the one speechless. huh .
"Yes," You take one daring step forward, "I'm not rich, nor do I have anything of... value to give. But.. I can sing. Isn't it awfully quiet in this large castle all by yourself?"
He rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, placing the glass down on the nearby desk before crossing his own arms over his chest. "Go on then. Sing for me."
His command causes you to take a deep breath, giving him a short nod. God, you wish you would've been able to change into dry clothes first... Hopefully, this would be enough for him to let you stay, and maybe even accommodate some dry fabrics for your freezing body.
Yeonjun leaned against his desk, fingers. thrumming against his bicep as they were crossed. He wasn't expecting much, honestly. But, he was truly bored-why not mess with this strange girl before throwing her out?
But, he spoke too soon, and his premature judgement backfired. As soon as you cleared your throat, a shaky tune escaped your parted lips. With every word you sang, your voice got steadier and more secure in your abilities. The cold was less of a bother as the piercing, fixated gaze of the prince heated your entire being.
He was absolutely mesmerized by your voice, his lips fell slightly agape, his body stiffening. He expected nothing special, but this... It was probably- no, it was without a doubt the most beautiful sound he's ever been blessed with. It touched his soul, his heart pounded beneath his rib cage so hard it felt like it would burst, eyes now focused on your effortless beauty despite your messy damp hair and soaked clothes. You were way beyond physical beauty.
He'd already made his decision by now.
"Enough." The prince had closed the distance between the two of you, his body standing right in front of yours. You hadn't noticed that he came up to you until your eyes opened, breath hitched at his close proximity. Your doe eyes stared up at him, his own dark orbs swirling with an unnamed emotion.
"S-so...?" You whisper, hoping that it was enough for him to let you stay the night.
He smiled softly, reaching to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand. "I'll need you to sing for me once more," He paused to snap his fingers, the maid that you didn't even notice was in the room ushers you out of the room to lead you to your own.
Yeonjun wanted to hear it again. And again... And again... For the rest of eternity.
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The following morning you felt well rested, the large bed and dry nightgown provided worked wonders. Peering around the room, you realized that you'd possibly overstayed your welcome, the sun shining through the large... locked and barred window? Odd. Safety precautions, supposedly.
You pushed the hedspread away from your body to stand up, heading towards the door to leave.
It was locked.
"What the..?"
You were in disbelief, jerking the handle once, twice. It wouldn't budge. You were locked in.
"Hello?... I can't get out! Open the door!" You yelled through the keyhole, fist slamming against the wooden surface of the door, hoping that somebody in the large castle would hear you.
As soon as you were about to slam your hand against the door once more, it suddenly opened. It was the kind butler, handing you a stack of clean clothes and an apologetic smile.
"The prince has instructed for you to join him for dinner this evening." He pauses to make sure you're keeping up, his lopsided smile still present, "Please put this on before then. I will return when it is time."
He puts the fabrics in your hands before you're able to even think of a response, your eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
"Wait--Why was the door locked?" You pleaded for an answer, but the butler avoided the question, and simply took a step back before slowly closing the door, the expression on his eyes nothing but penitent.
You couldn't believe what was happening, eyes widening as you dropped everything to the floor, attempting once again to open the door, but within the same second the click of the lock striked the room, and the fading sound of footsteps leaving in the hallway.
What were you supposed to do the entire day?
And why did the prince want you to stay for dinner?
And for god's sake, why on earth were you locked in? You thought the prince wanted you out as soon as humanly possible. Nothing made sense.
A defeated sigh pushed through your lips as you picked up the clothes that you'd dropped, heading over to place them on the bed. You wonder if the prince himself had personally picked out this ensemble for you. Not that it mattered. You lift the cloth to inspect the dark purple fabrics, a cocktail style dress... and honestly... you'd lie if you said it wasn't beautiful.
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The evening finally arrived, and you actually had gotten ready in lack of anything else to do, dress on with the matching shoes-- even the little bracelet provided, a small silver dangle attached shaped like a little bird. You figured, you might as well oblige to the prince's wishes, and hopefully you'd be able to leave after this... dinner.
Meanwhile, Yeonjun had made sure that everything was up to his expectations; the grand table filled with a variety of delicacies. He circled the table several times, sharp eyes observing that every single detail was up to par. And it was, he hummed in content before his gaze landed on his butler, "Bring the lady, make sure she's dressed for the occasion."
"Yes, my lord."
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A firm knock on the door caught your attention as you were observing yourself in the large mirror. Suddenly, you almost felt nervous-jittery. Taking a deep breath, you head towards the door, waiting for whoever is behind it to open it for you. "Are you dressed?" The deep voice on the other side muttered.
"Yes." As soon as you voiced your reply, the door swung open, this time a boxy smile adorning the butlers face instead of the crooked one you'd almost gotten used to. It was nice to see he had any other expression than a gloomy one.
You were guided downstairs to the dining hall. As soon as you entered through the two large doors, you felt so incredibly small. You jumped when the doors were slammed shut behind you, and a sudden hand gently placed on your lower back to usher you to your seat.
Yeonjun crooked his eyebrow at the butler's daring move and gave him a warning glare as he pushed your seat in behind you.
"Welcome, Y/N." Yeonjun clasped his hands on the table, leaning forward as his eyes roamed down the outfit you'd put on... The attire he'd chosen especially for you. His gaze landed on the small bracelet on your wrist, the silver bird dangle beautifully decorating you like a piece of art.
"Thank you.." You replied, a bit unsure of this situation. But you decided to enjoy it. Why not? It's not everyday that you'd get to dine with royalty. All this food smelled heavenly. Yeonjun snapped his fingers, and on cue the butler poured your wine, while the maid put food on your plates. When he was satisfied, he told them to leave the room and wait outside.
Yeonjun wanted utter privacy with you.
"What do you think of this?" Yeonjun asked, gesturing around the room; but he meant everything, the castle.
"It's divine," You answered truthfully as you sipped your wine to wash down the food, "Is it just you here?"
"Yeah," He nodded, a small smile on his lips. It almost looked sad, "If you don't count my servants."
The dinner was pleasant, surprisingly. There wasn't much conversation, but a simple comfortable silence with the occasional comment about the delicious cuisines that were offered. While you were gazing around the room, chewing your food in content, yeonjun's eyes were completely transfixed on you. The way your nose scrunched slightly from the bitter aftertaste of the wine. The way you continuously placed strands of your hair behind your ear, to just how enchanting you looked in the attire he'd dressed you in.
He felt lucky that he found you. Or rather, you found him. It couldn't be anything but fate. Yeonjun believed it. He stayed this way for a while, enjoying the silent admiration he was giving you. He hadn't had this kind of company... Ever. It was new, and he didn't want to let it go. Suddenly the silence felt suffocating.
"Sing for me." Yeonjun asked softly, swirling the wine glass in his hand. His eyes followed the flow of the liquid for a second before shifting his piercing gaze to your face.
You stopped yourself from questioning him, knowing he knows that you heard him the first time. But that didn't mean your eyebrows weren't raised in surprise. "Okay." After all, he had told you that he wanted to hear you sing one more time..
Yeonjun's doe eyes sparkled in awe as he leaned back in his chair, completely forgetting about the glass in his hand. He couldn't even think, just listen and stare at you the second you got up from your chair and sing. The way your lips moved with every word, his eyes followed. The small gestures of your hands made him want to hold them. And the brightness in your eyes that he hadn't noticed before, had his heart pounding heavily in his chest.
This is it. She's the one.
While you sang, he'd slowly gotten up from his seat, placing the glass on the table to leave it behind. Approaching you, his hands reached out to grab your wrist and pull you close to his chest. Your singing stopped with a surprised yelp, staring at the little bracelet he was observing as he held your wrist up for the two of you to view.
"You know what this is?" He asked, grasping the little dangle decoration between his thumb and index finger.
"A dove?" You said, a bit confused as to what he meant. It was obviously a dove.
"Correct," He chuckled, the endearing smile of his growing, "A symbol of peace." A piece of peace in Yeonjun's world.
You hum in agreement, still not sure what he's implying. Trying to pull your wrist away, he willingly let go, but replaced the empty spot in his palm by placing it on your waist. This was awfully close, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.
"I-thank you for the dinner... But, I should really get going now." You glanced towards the window, seeing the sun shining bright, "The storm has passed."
Yeonjun's smile faltered at your words, slowly morphing into a frown when you stepped away from his grasp. His hands fell to his sides, looking at you as if you had just torn his heart out of his chest. But you didn't notice. "Don't leave."
You were on your way to the door, hand grasping the handle before his words stopped you, causing you to look over your shoulder at the prince. Silence filled the room, and the air grew thicker.
"I have to leave. I can't stay here. I need to go. home!!
Yeonjun sighed, clenching his jaw as he stared at the floor. He almost looked like a child throwing a tantrum when they didn't get what they wished for. 'You can't'. He murmured.
"Watch me." You huffed, jerking the door open before stepping out into the grand hall, striding towards the door with a made up mind. You were going home, you shouldn't get used to this lifestyle. It was only for one night. You made it to the grand entrance, pushing with your entire body strength and pulling at the handle-- but it wouldn't budge. It was locked. Your eyes searched for a way to unlock it, you were inside of the building after all. Why couldn't you open it?
"Y/N.." yeonjun startled you, appearing behind you so suddenly. His voice was calm, arms crossed over his chest. A concerned look played on his face.
"Why is the door locked?" You asked, confusion obvious in your expression as you let go of the handle to turn to him.
"I told you, you can't leave." He sighed,
"Please, Yeonjun" you whined softly. Being so exposed, so vulnerable to the man above you made you needier by the second. You were sure you couldn't stand another minute under his intense gaze without him touching you somewhere, anywhere.
Yeonjun's eyes slipped closed at the sound of his name rolling off your sweet tongue. He felt his body nearly tremble, and he knew he needed to hear it for the rest of his life. There was no way he could let you go now, now that he would have you fully.
"What do you need, my love?" He asked as he smoothed a hand over your delicate stomach and up towards your ribs. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give you everything you could ever want."
Your back arched off the bed as his warm hand pursued up your body until it summited the crest of your breast. He marveled at the way his hands fit over the soft globes, and how perfectly they fit in his palms. He knew you were made for him-that you were the only one meant to be with him. Everything about you reminded him that you were made for him.
His fingers pinched at a nipple and he sighed as he heard your soft, gentle squeak at the pinch. His stomach tightened painfully, and his cock strainedhard against the linen of his pants. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself between your plush thighs, but he knew he needed to to worship you, to make you feel like the princess you would soon become.
In one swift movement, his head bowed down piously to pull a nipple into his mouth while his fingers maintained pressure on the other. He moaned around the bud in his lips, the way it felt against his tongue and the sweet flavor of your skin. Your keening gasps and sighs encouraged him, making him suck the nub in further and tongue swirl around it.
Your body felt grazed with tiny pinpricks of pleasure, electrifying you down to your veins. You have never felt such pleasure in your life, never knowing the touch of a man. But you're sure that no man could compare to the way the prince felt above you, pressing his worshipful kisses to your breasts.
Yeonjun switched to your other breast, frenzied to taste and consume you--every last inch. He fervidly licked at your prickled nub before he pulled it into his mouth and allowed his tongue to explore and pleasure it.
"Y-yeonjun!" You gasped at the feeling. His other hand rubbed and pinched at your abused nipple so well it made your legs tremble.
He popped off your breasts but maintained his grip on you with his hands, a toothy smile brightening his features as he peered at you.
"Yes, my dove?" He asked as innocently as he could. He knew this action was driving you mad. He could tell by the way your hips bucked and swayed that your channel would be slick and burning with desire by now.
"More, please," you begged. "I need you to take me."
Yeonjun kissed his way down your sternum, lavishing kisses at your navel and skin of your thighs. He wanted no part of you left untouched, unclaimed by him. He meant to have you in every sense of the word. The prince was determined to ensure every single part of you was conquered by him, and him only.
He was eager to get the remaining fabric off you. His deft fingers swiped at your covered slit, smiling as he felt the wetness pooling there. He hummed deep in his throat as he made himself comfortable between your thighs. Yeonjun noticed how comfortable, how natural it felt to be between your thick thighs. He wanted to leave marks all over them, physical reminders of his claim of you.
You stirred gently, awkwardly, at the intense gaze that the prince was holding with your barely covered decency. His stare was intense-it fanned the flames within you, making them lick hotly at every inch of your being.
Yeonjun tugged at the thin fabric between your thighs, pulling it down your legs gently, as if he was unwrapping the finest and most delicate china. His breath caught in his throat as he threw them to the side and your centre became exposed to him. You bloomed below him like the most beautiful rose, petals opening and slick with arousal. His tongue sought out of his mouth, anxious for a taste of what he was sure to be the most delicious nectar.
"My beautiful," he sighed as his hands pressed your legs further apart. You whimpered gently, the feeling of the cold air rolling over your heated body was nearly driving you insane. Yeonjun stared at you as if you were his final, mortal meal. Henearly salivated at the sound and the way your legs trembled with need-.need for him.
His face inched closer and close, desperate to be buried face first in your pretty cunt, but careful not to scare you. Yeonjun loved you, passionately and desperately, and he quaked at the thought of terrifying you further. You were his little dove-you needed to be loved slowly, gently..
"I want to taste you, my love," he murmured as his face settled centimeters from your exposed folds. "Please, will you let me have you?"
Your bottom lip trembled, and your eyes were wide with arousal. The growing ache and need for him was surging through your veins swiftly, swirling in your mind and clouding any thought that wasn't the handsome prince, and the way his hands and body felt against yours. All you could think, all you could comprehend was him-only him.
Your head nodded quickly in reply. "Yes, please, sir."
Yeonjun stifled a groan at the sound of the honorific leaving you. His spine tingled and he nearly lost all resolve to remain composed. You drove him mad, and it took all he had to not claim you fully and deeply there, now.
With a gentle kiss to each side of your luscious thighs, yeonjun worshiped each inch of your skin as he worked towards the apex. He let the sounds of your pleasured sighs and keening gasps roll over him like fine silk. As he reached your center, he gently bowed his head and pressed a soft kiss to your clit, before allowing his tongue to dart out and taste a droplet of your slick.
He pulled his head back and closed his eyes in bliss was the flavor blossomed on his tongue. You tasted so sweet, and earthy. Like a mulled wine, sweet and honeyed and intoxicating.
"Perfect," he admired as he lowered his head back down. "I knew you'd taste so sweet, so perfect."
Yeonjun eagerly got to work now, tongue gently caressing the nub of nerves that had your legs quaking at each tender lick. He couldn't get enough of the way you felt, succumbed to his desire and pliant underneath him. He wished to be buried in your sweet cunt for ever, both mouth and cock. He knew now, irrevocably, he would never be able to live without you.
He drank from you as if you were the last fountain on earth, the only source of his hydration. His tongue worked eagerly, dipping into the pools of your tight heat and licking up the sweet wetness that pooled. He couldn't fathom how one little angel could taste so sweet, feel so good against his tongue.
Your sweet sighs and moans spurred him on. Your legs trembled gently and with each caress of his tongue on your oub your sounds only increased in volume and in need. The prince was eager to get you to your high, make you feel euphoria caused by him and him only.
Your legs quivered and you gasped his name, and he couldn't help but smile. A finger slid into your walls, coaxing your climax with each curl and press of his finger against the tender spot inside you. It made you nearly scream with how delicious it felt, and Yeonjun knew you were near the end. He increased his pressure and speed of his tongue, and curled another finger inside of you.
"Cum for me, my love," he encouraged between licks. "Let me taste you."
You were no match for him and his words, dripping in unadulterated love and need. His eyes connected with yours and your climax washed over you swiftly. Your back arched and hips squirmed as your walls fluttered and milked his fingers, begging for more--so much more.
Yeonjun fervidly licked at the juices that slowly trickled down his fingers from within you, cleaning his hand as he let it slide from within you.
"My little dove," he sighed. "You taste so sweet when you cum for me."
Your breaths came out hard, as if your lungs hadn't worked for hours. You inhaled sharply as you watched him continue to devour the juices on his hands and you felt your spine tingle in response.
Yeonjun's hard length was hard against his trousers and you were desperate now to have the man buried inside you.
"Yeonjun, please," you gasped, hands reaching for the man who now sat above you. "Please, take me."
The prince's heart nearly melted to the floor of the castle at your desperate plea. You were his, you knew now that you were his. He made quick work of the cotton trousers and shirt, tearing them off his body until he was just as naked as you. He knew this is how he wanted to be, always. No clothes, no barriers, nothing to stand in between him and you, his perfect little dove.
"I'm here," he soothed as he pressed his lips to yours. "Let me take care of you, my princess."
He easily lined himself up with your heat, rubbing the bulbous head against the slick and nearly entering when you swiftly grabbed his arms and stared at him with wide, frightened eyes.
"I-I've never done this before," you whispered, shame coloring your cheeks. "Please... please don't hurt me."
Yeonjun stopped breathing, the world stopped turning. He couldn't believe his luck-his dove, his princess... all his. You would become his in every sense of the word. He will have what no man has ever had before, and never get the chance to take. He kissed at your lips gently and nodded.
"I'd rather cut off my own hand than hurt you even once."
Your eyes softened, soothed by his words and actions, and you nodded gently.
"Take me, Yeonjun." Your words were brave, and ready. He felt his cock twitch with excitement and be pressed one final kiss to your lips as he lined himself up and pushed in gently.
Yeonjun pulled away from your lips to gasp. Never had he felt such incredible, tight heat. He could tell by the scrunch of your features that you were adjusting to his thick length. Despite your first climax, your body still resisted the press of his cock inside you. It felt like scorching wet heat and the tightness alone nearly made the prince cum as he bottomed out.
He remained still within you as your body relaxed. His hands rubbed gently at your hips and thighs, caressing them sweetly as he whispered his praise to you.
"You took me so well," he murmured. "My little dove, so good for me. You're doing so well."
You whimpered out in need, desire for him to move inside you. The pain melted away to pleasure quickly, and you're thankful he spent so much time preparing you with his mouth and fingers. The tender care the Prince showered on you made your heart beat rapidly against your chest, working over time like the beat of a bird's.
"Are you ready, my sweet?" He asked. He could feel his cock ache with the need to set a pace, to feel the way your walls stroke him, but he would not allow himself such pleasure without your word.
"Take me, yeonjun, I'm yours."
He moaned loudly, allowing the possessiveness of your voice to spur him to begin.
He started his movements slow and with intention. Each drag out and thrust in, he monitored your face for any sign of displeasure. When all that crossed your features was blissful pleasure, he moved faster.
Your body relaxed ten-fold as the man above you began to drill harder into you. The pain of the stretch was nearly gone by now, replaced only by a sizzling bliss that had your mouth gaping open and begging for more. Sweat began to gather at the prince's brow and you're taken by how handsome he is, how truly carnal he looks as he pounds into you with no abandon.
Your walls accommodate him perfectly, gripping him tight while still allowing passage. Yeonjun felt as if your very cunt was made for him, molded to be his exact match. He could feel himself nearing closer and closer to the edge of bliss- climbing so high to the peaks of climax.
Your body was racked with pleasure. It poured out of your body in sweet sighs and torrential trembles. With each delicious push and pull of his cock within you, the fire grew and grew. It swirled around your body, clawed at your neck and clouded your mind with smoke. All you knew was Yeonjun, his thick length, his warm body, and the way his eyes burned holes into yours. Each thrust sent you so much closer to another dizzying peak and your fingers gripped at his arms tighter.
He could tell by the rapture on your face that you were close-could feel it in the fluttering of your walls.
"Cum for me," he groaned. "Let go, little dove. Let me feel you."
You whimpered needily, groaning as the prince continued to thrust into you at a turbulent speed.He licked his thumb before allowing it to circle your clit, the bundle of nerves nearly screaming to life as he stimulated it.
Yeonjun licked his lips as he watched your body come nearly undone at his touch. He could feel the way his body was building and climbing towards a grand finish, one he wanted to bury deep inside you.
"G-going to cum," he groaned as he increased his strokes. "I will fill you so well, you feel so good.."
Never had you felt closer to another person, another man. Yeonjun was truly the only one in the world for you, and you could never stray away. His hands gripped you tight and possessively as he powered his way to his finish.
"P-please!" You gasped as your vision started to dot with black spots. You couldn't speak, breath overtaken by gasps and whimpers of need, as your body finally peaked at it's high. Your moans were loud as you soared into the blissful pool that only yeonjun had ever taken you to. Your walls contracted around him tightly, squeezing and coaxing his cock to release his own pleasure inside you.
Yeonjun lasted mere seconds after feeling you grip him so tightly, and hearing your sweet dulcet voice sing praises and whines. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself into you, hot cum painting your sweet walls and pooling in your womb.
A long moment followed where yeonjun was just.. staring down at your exhausted form from above. His overgrown fringe clung to his clammy skin, lips swollen from biting down on them more often than not, and chest heaving up and down as he emotionally gathered himself back into one piece after shattering for you.
"My love," He whispered as he leaned down over you once more, sweaty skin sticking together. But no matter, he wouldn't want you any other way. right this moment. He gently moved his lips against yours, all while still keeping himself deep inside of you, making sure nothing would be spilled to waste, "My beautiful Y/N
A small smile tugged at your lips when he calls you by your first name. You reach out to brush his fringe away from his forehead, combing his dark, soft locks with your fingers, "My dear Yeonjun."
His heart almost stopped. You'd said a lot of things, you'd even given him your body. But you had never, ever had referred to him with any term of endearment until now. It was always his name, or his title.
"What did you just say?" He asked, one hand cupping your face gently to guide your eyes to meet his own. He looked at you with an emotion you couldn't quite place, but if you tried to name them, it'd be a mix of confusion, joy, and relief.
"My dear," You paused to place your hand on top of his, leaning your cheek into his palm further, "Yeonjun"
Yeonjun's hot breath fanned your lips as he sighed in content, eyes still fixed on you. He kissed you once, softly, before pulling back to look at you again.
"Please say it now" He asked quietly. The hint of ,sadness and desperation wasn't evident in his voice, however, his eyes didn't lie. They were wide, intensely focused on your every single reaction as he anticipated your answer, "Say you'll be mine."
You were already his in every sense of the word, except one. He needed you to say it yourself.
And who were you to resist the prince?
"I'll be yours." You finally broke the silence. Yeonjun's eyes flickered between yours with his doe ones, desperately trying to find any sign of lies. But instead, all he could see was utter affection, and your truthful words finally sank in.
"Be my wife." Yeonjun continued, leaning his forehead against yours, "I love you. I promise to always love you. Nobody else will be able to take care of you the way I can."
You nod, a quiet 'yes' leaving your lips before you crane your neck to kiss him. You might've been confused, frightened, and even sad at times--but now? You were happy.
Happy to belong to the prince.
Yeonjun smiled against your lips, he couldn't believe he was so lucky to have found you.
Or rather, you had found him.
Either way, it couldn't have been anything but fate. And.. yeonjun believed in that.
It was a late night, the darkness illuminated by the continuous lightning strikes flashing, rain pouring down so hard that it was hard to see further than a few meters ahead.
It was the worst thunderstorm in history, you were sure of it.
Unfortunately, you were in the midst of it, lost in the woods as you tried to navigate your way back to town.
But to no avail, you were completely disoriented, panic rushing through your spine as you felt your clothes getting heavier, soaked by the cold rain.
Aimlessly wandering for shelter, you end up in a large garden, following the trail of flowers until you reach two grand doors. You look up, palms placed flat on the surface, your eyes squinting to get a better look of it. You couldn't see very well, but this was a very large building- A castle?
Another strike of lightning sparked in the sky, the silhouette of the castle visible for a split second, and you gasp, startled from the roaring sound. In the midst of it, you decide to knock three times on the wooden doors.
A long moment passes, until you take a step back when the two doors slowly creaked open. Keeping one hand over your face to shelter your eyes from the rain, you're able to distinguish the frame of a man standing by the doorway,
"Who may this be?"
Must be a butler, his voice deep and smooth. He didn't look very pleased, however.
"I-I just.... I'm lost, and-"
"I'm sorry, we are unable to help. Unless you have business with the prince, you must leave immediately."
You took a step closer, a frown on your face, "You're going to leave me here in the cold? It's pouring!"
The butler didn't move, but his eyes were apologetic, "I'm sorry, ma'am."
"I'll die from the cold!" You pleaded. It felt partially true, you were freezing, soaked and lost. How could one be so heartless?
The butler pursed his lips, as if he was trying to find a solution, "Then... step inside for a moment." he ushered for you to get inside just far enough for you to be sheltered by the building, closing the doors behind you before he strides through the hall towards a room, "Wait there, I will be back shortly."
So, you did. You waited, for what felt like forever.
Until finally, the footsteps of the butlers heeled boots echoed through the large hallway was heard as he returned, a vague smile on his lips as he bowed at you,
"The prince would like to see you."
You tilted your head to the side, "He would?"
The butler nods, ushering for you to follow behind him, so you do.
When reaching the next large door, the butler opens them before stepping to the side, announcing your presence, "She's here, my lord."
You walk in, unsure of what to say or do, jumping where you stand as the doors slam shut behind you, leaving you alone with this.... prince.
"Who are you?" His smooth voice snapped your attention towards the man standing by the window, back facing you.
From what you could see, he was very young. A lot younger than you expected, probably around your age if you weren't mistaken.
He had raven hair, a form fitted suit showcasing his perfectly sculpted proportions, a slim waist with broad shoulders.
Please, let him at least have a less attractive face.
The prince turned around slowly, a wine glass swirling in his hand while the other was stuffed deep down the pocket of his suit pants.
Of course he was beautiful.
"Let me ask you again," he said, taking one sip from his wine as he slowly sauntered over to you, the echoing of his heels clacking against the floor prominent in the grand room, "Who are you? And what do you want?"
Your eyebrows were drawn together, gaze following him as he circled around you like some kind of predator eyeing its prey.
"I'm Y/N. I simply wish for shelter from the storm until it passes, then I will be on my way."
The prince hummed, his eyes drawn to the liquid in his glass as he's in thought,
"And why should I grant you this wish?"
What? Wish?
"Are you serious?" You grew annoyed, crossing your arms over your chest. Ah, your clothes were cold... Looking at him, your eyes were annoyed, yet pleading, "It's a very bad storm, I can't go back out..."
"Then what do you offer?" He glanced back up at you with a serious face. What could you possibly offer a prince? He had
everything he could ever desire.
But, you did have one thing that could not be bought...
"I can sing for you."
The prince's eyes widened, he didn't expect that out of all things you could've offered. "Huh? I mean...What?"
Now he's the one speechless. huh .
"Yes," You take one daring step forward, "I'm not rich, nor do I have anything of... value to give. But.. I can sing. Isn't it awfully quiet in this large castle all by yourself?"
He rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, placing the glass down on the nearby desk before crossing his own arms over his chest. "Go on then. Sing for me."
His command causes you to take a deep breath, giving him a short nod. God, you wish you would've been able to change into dry clothes first... Hopefully, this would be enough for him to let you stay, and maybe even accommodate some dry fabrics for your freezing body.
Yeonjun leaned against his desk, fingers. thrumming against his bicep as they were crossed. He wasn't expecting much, honestly. But, he was truly bored-why not mess with this strange girl before throwing her out?
But, he spoke too soon, and his premature judgement backfired. As soon as you cleared your throat, a shaky tune escaped your parted lips. With every word you sang, your voice got steadier and more secure in your abilities. The cold was less of a bother as the piercing, fixated gaze of the prince heated your entire being.
He was absolutely mesmerized by your voice, his lips fell slightly agape, his body stiffening. He expected nothing special, but this... It was probably- no, it was without a doubt the most beautiful sound he's ever been blessed with. It touched his soul, his heart pounded beneath his rib cage so hard it felt like it would burst, eyes now focused on your effortless beauty despite your messy damp hair and soaked clothes. You were way beyond physical beauty.
He'd already made his decision by now.
"Enough." The prince had closed the distance between the two of you, his body standing right in front of yours. You hadn't noticed that he came up to you until your eyes opened, breath hitched at his close proximity. Your doe eyes stared up at him, his own dark orbs swirling with an unnamed emotion.
"S-so...?" You whisper, hoping that it was enough for him to let you stay the night.
He smiled softly, reaching to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand. "I'll need you to sing for me once more," He paused to snap his fingers, the maid that you didn't even notice was in the room ushers you out of the room to lead you to your own.
Yeonjun wanted to hear it again. And again... And again... For the rest of eternity.
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The following morning you felt well rested, the large bed and dry nightgown provided worked wonders. Peering around the room, you realized that you'd possibly overstayed your welcome, the sun shining through the large... locked and barred window? Odd. Safety precautions, supposedly.
You pushed the hedspread away from your body to stand up, heading towards the door to leave.
It was locked.
"What the..?"
You were in disbelief, jerking the handle once, twice. It wouldn't budge. You were locked in.
"Hello?... I can't get out! Open the door!" You yelled through the keyhole, fist slamming against the wooden surface of the door, hoping that somebody in the large castle would hear you.
As soon as you were about to slam your hand against the door once more, it suddenly opened. It was the kind butler, handing you a stack of clean clothes and an apologetic smile.
"The prince has instructed for you to join him for dinner this evening." He pauses to make sure you're keeping up, his lopsided smile still present, "Please put this on before then. I will return when it is time."
He puts the fabrics in your hands before you're able to even think of a response, your eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
"Wait--Why was the door locked?" You pleaded for an answer, but the butler avoided the question, and simply took a step back before slowly closing the door, the expression on his eyes nothing but penitent.
You couldn't believe what was happening, eyes widening as you dropped everything to the floor, attempting once again to open the door, but within the same second the click of the lock striked the room, and the fading sound of footsteps leaving in the hallway.
What were you supposed to do the entire day?
And why did the prince want you to stay for dinner?
And for god's sake, why on earth were you locked in? You thought the prince wanted you out as soon as humanly possible. Nothing made sense.
A defeated sigh pushed through your lips as you picked up the clothes that you'd dropped, heading over to place them on the bed. You wonder if the prince himself had personally picked out this ensemble for you. Not that it mattered. You lift the cloth to inspect the dark purple fabrics, a cocktail style dress... and honestly... you'd lie if you said it wasn't beautiful.
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The evening finally arrived, and you actually had gotten ready in lack of anything else to do, dress on with the matching shoes-- even the little bracelet provided, a small silver dangle attached shaped like a little bird. You figured, you might as well oblige to the prince's wishes, and hopefully you'd be able to leave after this... dinner.
Meanwhile, Yeonjun had made sure that everything was up to his expectations; the grand table filled with a variety of delicacies. He circled the table several times, sharp eyes observing that every single detail was up to par. And it was, he hummed in content before his gaze landed on his butler, "Bring the lady, make sure she's dressed for the occasion."
"Yes, my lord."
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A firm knock on the door caught your attention as you were observing yourself in the large mirror. Suddenly, you almost felt nervous-jittery. Taking a deep breath, you head towards the door, waiting for whoever is behind it to open it for you. "Are you dressed?" The deep voice on the other side muttered.
"Yes." As soon as you voiced your reply, the door swung open, this time a boxy smile adorning the butlers face instead of the crooked one you'd almost gotten used to. It was nice to see he had any other expression than a gloomy one.
You were guided downstairs to the dining hall. As soon as you entered through the two large doors, you felt so incredibly small. You jumped when the doors were slammed shut behind you, and a sudden hand gently placed on your lower back to usher you to your seat.
Yeonjun crooked his eyebrow at the butler's daring move and gave him a warning glare as he pushed your seat in behind you.
"Welcome, Y/N." Yeonjun clasped his hands on the table, leaning forward as his eyes roamed down the outfit you'd put on... The attire he'd chosen especially for you. His gaze landed on the small bracelet on your wrist, the silver bird dangle beautifully decorating you like a piece of art.
"Thank you.." You replied, a bit unsure of this situation. But you decided to enjoy it. Why not? It's not everyday that you'd get to dine with royalty. All this food smelled heavenly. Yeonjun snapped his fingers, and on cue the butler poured your wine, while the maid put food on your plates. When he was satisfied, he told them to leave the room and wait outside.
Yeonjun wanted utter privacy with you.
"What do you think of this?" Yeonjun asked, gesturing around the room; but he meant everything, the castle.
"It's divine," You answered truthfully as you sipped your wine to wash down the food, "Is it just you here?"
"Yeah," He nodded, a small smile on his lips. It almost looked sad, "If you don't count my servants."
The dinner was pleasant, surprisingly. There wasn't much conversation, but a simple comfortable silence with the occasional comment about the delicious cuisines that were offered. While you were gazing around the room, chewing your food in content, yeonjun's eyes were completely transfixed on you. The way your nose scrunched slightly from the bitter aftertaste of the wine. The way you continuously placed strands of your hair behind your ear, to just how enchanting you looked in the attire he'd dressed you in.
He felt lucky that he found you. Or rather, you found him. It couldn't be anything but fate. Yeonjun believed it. He stayed this way for a while, enjoying the silent admiration he was giving you. He hadn't had this kind of company... Ever. It was new, and he didn't want to let it go. Suddenly the silence felt suffocating.
"Sing for me." Yeonjun asked softly, swirling the wine glass in his hand. His eyes followed the flow of the liquid for a second before shifting his piercing gaze to your face.
You stopped yourself from questioning him, knowing he knows that you heard him the first time. But that didn't mean your eyebrows weren't raised in surprise. "Okay." After all, he had told you that he wanted to hear you sing one more time..
Yeonjun's doe eyes sparkled in awe as he leaned back in his chair, completely forgetting about the glass in his hand. He couldn't even think, just listen and stare at you the second you got up from your chair and sing. The way your lips moved with every word, his eyes followed. The small gestures of your hands made him want to hold them. And the brightness in your eyes that he hadn't noticed before, had his heart pounding heavily in his chest.
This is it. She's the one.
While you sang, he'd slowly gotten up from his seat, placing the glass on the table to leave it behind. Approaching you, his hands reached out to grab your wrist and pull you close to his chest. Your singing stopped with a surprised yelp, staring at the little bracelet he was observing as he held your wrist up for the two of you to view.
"You know what this is?" He asked, grasping the little dangle decoration between his thumb and index finger.
"A dove?" You said, a bit confused as to what he meant. It was obviously a dove.
"Correct," He chuckled, the endearing smile of his growing, "A symbol of peace." A piece of peace in Yeonjun's world.
You hum in agreement, still not sure what he's implying. Trying to pull your wrist away, he willingly let go, but replaced the empty spot in his palm by placing it on your waist. This was awfully close, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.
"I-thank you for the dinner... But, I should really get going now." You glanced towards the window, seeing the sun shining bright, "The storm has passed."
Yeonjun's smile faltered at your words, slowly morphing into a frown when you stepped away from his grasp. His hands fell to his sides, looking at you as if you had just torn his heart out of his chest. But you didn't notice. "Don't leave."
You were on your way to the door, hand grasping the handle before his words stopped you, causing you to look over your shoulder at the prince. Silence filled the room, and the air grew thicker.
"I have to leave. I can't stay here. I need to go. home!!
Yeonjun sighed, clenching his jaw as he stared at the floor. He almost looked like a child throwing a tantrum when they didn't get what they wished for. 'You can't'. He murmured.
"Watch me." You huffed, jerking the door open before stepping out into the grand hall, striding towards the door with a made up mind. You were going home, you shouldn't get used to this lifestyle. It was only for one night. You made it to the grand entrance, pushing with your entire body strength and pulling at the handle-- but it wouldn't budge. It was locked. Your eyes searched for a way to unlock it, you were inside of the building after all. Why couldn't you open it?
"Y/N.." yeonjun startled you, appearing behind you so suddenly. His voice was calm, arms crossed over his chest. A concerned look played on his face.
"Why is the door locked?" You asked, confusion obvious in your expression as you let go of the handle to turn to him.
"I told you, you can't leave." He sighed,
"Please, Yeonjun" you whined softly. Being so exposed, so vulnerable to the man above you made you needier by the second. You were sure you couldn't stand another minute under his intense gaze without him touching you somewhere, anywhere.
Yeonjun's eyes slipped closed at the sound of his name rolling off your sweet tongue. He felt his body nearly tremble, and he knew he needed to hear it for the rest of his life. There was no way he could let you go now, now that he would have you fully.
"What do you need, my love?" He asked as he smoothed a hand over your delicate stomach and up towards your ribs. "Tell me what you need, and I'll give you everything you could ever want."
Your back arched off the bed as his warm hand pursued up your body until it summited the crest of your breast. He marveled at the way his hands fit over the soft globes, and how perfectly they fit in his palms. He knew you were made for him-that you were the only one meant to be with him. Everything about you reminded him that you were made for him.
His fingers pinched at a nipple and he sighed as he heard your soft, gentle squeak at the pinch. His stomach tightened painfully, and his cock strainedhard against the linen of his pants. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself between your plush thighs, but he knew he needed to to worship you, to make you feel like the princess you would soon become.
In one swift movement, his head bowed down piously to pull a nipple into his mouth while his fingers maintained pressure on the other. He moaned around the bud in his lips, the way it felt against his tongue and the sweet flavor of your skin. Your keening gasps and sighs encouraged him, making him suck the nub in further and tongue swirl around it.
Your body felt grazed with tiny pinpricks of pleasure, electrifying you down to your veins. You have never felt such pleasure in your life, never knowing the touch of a man. But you're sure that no man could compare to the way the prince felt above you, pressing his worshipful kisses to your breasts.
Yeonjun switched to your other breast, frenzied to taste and consume you--every last inch. He fervidly licked at your prickled nub before he pulled it into his mouth and allowed his tongue to explore and pleasure it.
"Y-yeonjun!" You gasped at the feeling. His other hand rubbed and pinched at your abused nipple so well it made your legs tremble.
He popped off your breasts but maintained his grip on you with his hands, a toothy smile brightening his features as he peered at you.
"Yes, my dove?" He asked as innocently as he could. He knew this action was driving you mad. He could tell by the way your hips bucked and swayed that your channel would be slick and burning with desire by now.
"More, please," you begged. "I need you to take me."
Yeonjun kissed his way down your sternum, lavishing kisses at your navel and skin of your thighs. He wanted no part of you left untouched, unclaimed by him. He meant to have you in every sense of the word. The prince was determined to ensure every single part of you was conquered by him, and him only.
He was eager to get the remaining fabric off you. His deft fingers swiped at your covered slit, smiling as he felt the wetness pooling there. He hummed deep in his throat as he made himself comfortable between your thighs. Yeonjun noticed how comfortable, how natural it felt to be between your thick thighs. He wanted to leave marks all over them, physical reminders of his claim of you.
You stirred gently, awkwardly, at the intense gaze that the prince was holding with your barely covered decency. His stare was intense-it fanned the flames within you, making them lick hotly at every inch of your being.
Yeonjun tugged at the thin fabric between your thighs, pulling it down your legs gently, as if he was unwrapping the finest and most delicate china. His breath caught in his throat as he threw them to the side and your centre became exposed to him. You bloomed below him like the most beautiful rose, petals opening and slick with arousal. His tongue sought out of his mouth, anxious for a taste of what he was sure to be the most delicious nectar.
"My beautiful," he sighed as his hands pressed your legs further apart. You whimpered gently, the feeling of the cold air rolling over your heated body was nearly driving you insane. Yeonjun stared at you as if you were his final, mortal meal. Henearly salivated at the sound and the way your legs trembled with need-.need for him.
His face inched closer and close, desperate to be buried face first in your pretty cunt, but careful not to scare you. Yeonjun loved you, passionately and desperately, and he quaked at the thought of terrifying you further. You were his little dove-you needed to be loved slowly, gently..
"I want to taste you, my love," he murmured as his face settled centimeters from your exposed folds. "Please, will you let me have you?"
Your bottom lip trembled, and your eyes were wide with arousal. The growing ache and need for him was surging through your veins swiftly, swirling in your mind and clouding any thought that wasn't the handsome prince, and the way his hands and body felt against yours. All you could think, all you could comprehend was him-only him.
Your head nodded quickly in reply. "Yes, please, sir."
Yeonjun stifled a groan at the sound of the honorific leaving you. His spine tingled and he nearly lost all resolve to remain composed. You drove him mad, and it took all he had to not claim you fully and deeply there, now.
With a gentle kiss to each side of your luscious thighs, yeonjun worshiped each inch of your skin as he worked towards the apex. He let the sounds of your pleasured sighs and keening gasps roll over him like fine silk. As he reached your center, he gently bowed his head and pressed a soft kiss to your clit, before allowing his tongue to dart out and taste a droplet of your slick.
He pulled his head back and closed his eyes in bliss was the flavor blossomed on his tongue. You tasted so sweet, and earthy. Like a mulled wine, sweet and honeyed and intoxicating.
"Perfect," he admired as he lowered his head back down. "I knew you'd taste so sweet, so perfect."
Yeonjun eagerly got to work now, tongue gently caressing the nub of nerves that had your legs quaking at each tender lick. He couldn't get enough of the way you felt, succumbed to his desire and pliant underneath him. He wished to be buried in your sweet cunt for ever, both mouth and cock. He knew now, irrevocably, he would never be able to live without you.
He drank from you as if you were the last fountain on earth, the only source of his hydration. His tongue worked eagerly, dipping into the pools of your tight heat and licking up the sweet wetness that pooled. He couldn't fathom how one little angel could taste so sweet, feel so good against his tongue.
Your sweet sighs and moans spurred him on. Your legs trembled gently and with each caress of his tongue on your oub your sounds only increased in volume and in need. The prince was eager to get you to your high, make you feel euphoria caused by him and him only.
Your legs quivered and you gasped his name, and he couldn't help but smile. A finger slid into your walls, coaxing your climax with each curl and press of his finger against the tender spot inside you. It made you nearly scream with how delicious it felt, and Yeonjun knew you were near the end. He increased his pressure and speed of his tongue, and curled another finger inside of you.
"Cum for me, my love," he encouraged between licks. "Let me taste you."
You were no match for him and his words, dripping in unadulterated love and need. His eyes connected with yours and your climax washed over you swiftly. Your back arched and hips squirmed as your walls fluttered and milked his fingers, begging for more--so much more.
Yeonjun fervidly licked at the juices that slowly trickled down his fingers from within you, cleaning his hand as he let it slide from within you.
"My little dove," he sighed. "You taste so sweet when you cum for me."
Your breaths came out hard, as if your lungs hadn't worked for hours. You inhaled sharply as you watched him continue to devour the juices on his hands and you felt your spine tingle in response.
Yeonjun's hard length was hard against his trousers and you were desperate now to have the man buried inside you.
"Yeonjun, please," you gasped, hands reaching for the man who now sat above you. "Please, take me."
The prince's heart nearly melted to the floor of the castle at your desperate plea. You were his, you knew now that you were his. He made quick work of the cotton trousers and shirt, tearing them off his body until he was just as naked as you. He knew this is how he wanted to be, always. No clothes, no barriers, nothing to stand in between him and you, his perfect little dove.
"I'm here," he soothed as he pressed his lips to yours. "Let me take care of you, my princess."
He easily lined himself up with your heat, rubbing the bulbous head against the slick and nearly entering when you swiftly grabbed his arms and stared at him with wide, frightened eyes.
"I-I've never done this before," you whispered, shame coloring your cheeks. "Please... please don't hurt me."
Yeonjun stopped breathing, the world stopped turning. He couldn't believe his luck-his dove, his princess... all his. You would become his in every sense of the word. He will have what no man has ever had before, and never get the chance to take. He kissed at your lips gently and nodded.
"I'd rather cut off my own hand than hurt you even once."
Your eyes softened, soothed by his words and actions, and you nodded gently.
"Take me, Yeonjun." Your words were brave, and ready. He felt his cock twitch with excitement and be pressed one final kiss to your lips as he lined himself up and pushed in gently.
Yeonjun pulled away from your lips to gasp. Never had he felt such incredible, tight heat. He could tell by the scrunch of your features that you were adjusting to his thick length. Despite your first climax, your body still resisted the press of his cock inside you. It felt like scorching wet heat and the tightness alone nearly made the prince cum as he bottomed out.
He remained still within you as your body relaxed. His hands rubbed gently at your hips and thighs, caressing them sweetly as he whispered his praise to you.
"You took me so well," he murmured. "My little dove, so good for me. You're doing so well."
You whimpered out in need, desire for him to move inside you. The pain melted away to pleasure quickly, and you're thankful he spent so much time preparing you with his mouth and fingers. The tender care the Prince showered on you made your heart beat rapidly against your chest, working over time like the beat of a bird's.
"Are you ready, my sweet?" He asked. He could feel his cock ache with the need to set a pace, to feel the way your walls stroke him, but he would not allow himself such pleasure without your word.
"Take me, yeonjun, I'm yours."
He moaned loudly, allowing the possessiveness of your voice to spur him to begin.
He started his movements slow and with intention. Each drag out and thrust in, he monitored your face for any sign of displeasure. When all that crossed your features was blissful pleasure, he moved faster.
Your body relaxed ten-fold as the man above you began to drill harder into you. The pain of the stretch was nearly gone by now, replaced only by a sizzling bliss that had your mouth gaping open and begging for more. Sweat began to gather at the prince's brow and you're taken by how handsome he is, how truly carnal he looks as he pounds into you with no abandon.
Your walls accommodate him perfectly, gripping him tight while still allowing passage. Yeonjun felt as if your very cunt was made for him, molded to be his exact match. He could feel himself nearing closer and closer to the edge of bliss- climbing so high to the peaks of climax.
Your body was racked with pleasure. It poured out of your body in sweet sighs and torrential trembles. With each delicious push and pull of his cock within you, the fire grew and grew. It swirled around your body, clawed at your neck and clouded your mind with smoke. All you knew was Yeonjun, his thick length, his warm body, and the way his eyes burned holes into yours. Each thrust sent you so much closer to another dizzying peak and your fingers gripped at his arms tighter.
He could tell by the rapture on your face that you were close-could feel it in the fluttering of your walls.
"Cum for me," he groaned. "Let go, little dove. Let me feel you."
You whimpered needily, groaning as the prince continued to thrust into you at a turbulent speed.He licked his thumb before allowing it to circle your clit, the bundle of nerves nearly screaming to life as he stimulated it.
Yeonjun licked his lips as he watched your body come nearly undone at his touch. He could feel the way his body was building and climbing towards a grand finish, one he wanted to bury deep inside you.
"G-going to cum," he groaned as he increased his strokes. "I will fill you so well, you feel so good.."
Never had you felt closer to another person, another man. Yeonjun was truly the only one in the world for you, and you could never stray away. His hands gripped you tight and possessively as he powered his way to his finish.
"P-please!" You gasped as your vision started to dot with black spots. You couldn't speak, breath overtaken by gasps and whimpers of need, as your body finally peaked at it's high. Your moans were loud as you soared into the blissful pool that only yeonjun had ever taken you to. Your walls contracted around him tightly, squeezing and coaxing his cock to release his own pleasure inside you.
Yeonjun lasted mere seconds after feeling you grip him so tightly, and hearing your sweet dulcet voice sing praises and whines. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself into you, hot cum painting your sweet walls and pooling in your womb.
A long moment followed where yeonjun was just.. staring down at your exhausted form from above. His overgrown fringe clung to his clammy skin, lips swollen from biting down on them more often than not, and chest heaving up and down as he emotionally gathered himself back into one piece after shattering for you.
"My love," He whispered as he leaned down over you once more, sweaty skin sticking together. But no matter, he wouldn't want you any other way. right this moment. He gently moved his lips against yours, all while still keeping himself deep inside of you, making sure nothing would be spilled to waste, "My beautiful Y/N
A small smile tugged at your lips when he calls you by your first name. You reach out to brush his fringe away from his forehead, combing his dark, soft locks with your fingers, "My dear Yeonjun."
His heart almost stopped. You'd said a lot of things, you'd even given him your body. But you had never, ever had referred to him with any term of endearment until now. It was always his name, or his title.
"What did you just say?" He asked, one hand cupping your face gently to guide your eyes to meet his own. He looked at you with an emotion you couldn't quite place, but if you tried to name them, it'd be a mix of confusion, joy, and relief.
"My dear," You paused to place your hand on top of his, leaning your cheek into his palm further, "Yeonjun"
Yeonjun's hot breath fanned your lips as he sighed in content, eyes still fixed on you. He kissed you once, softly, before pulling back to look at you again.
"Please say it now" He asked quietly. The hint of ,sadness and desperation wasn't evident in his voice, however, his eyes didn't lie. They were wide, intensely focused on your every single reaction as he anticipated your answer, "Say you'll be mine."
You were already his in every sense of the word, except one. He needed you to say it yourself.
And who were you to resist the prince?
"I'll be yours." You finally broke the silence. Yeonjun's eyes flickered between yours with his doe ones, desperately trying to find any sign of lies. But instead, all he could see was utter affection, and your truthful words finally sank in.
"Be my wife." Yeonjun continued, leaning his forehead against yours, "I love you. I promise to always love you. Nobody else will be able to take care of you the way I can."
You nod, a quiet 'yes' leaving your lips before you crane your neck to kiss him. You might've been confused, frightened, and even sad at times--but now? You were happy.
Happy to belong to the prince.
Yeonjun smiled against your lips, he couldn't believe he was so lucky to have found you.
Or rather, you had found him.
Either way, it couldn't have been anything but fate. And.. yeonjun believed in that.