#dey younite imagine

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❕ : crybaby!dey

⟢ stuck in my only love .ᐟ

dey's breath was shaky, his forehead damp with sweat as he buried himself in you again and again, trembling from the overwhelming sensation of your warmth. his pace faltered, a hitch in his throat betraying how close he was to falling apart.

"i... i'm sorry," he gasped, his voice breaking as his hands gripped your hips tightly, almost as if to steady himself. his face was flushed, his brows knitting together as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. "i-i don't know why i'm-"

you cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb gently against his damp skin. the touch seemed to undo him further, and the tears finally spilled over, streaking down his face in hot, shimmering trails.

"dey," you murmured, your voice soft but laced with need, "it's okay."

but it wasn't for him. not with the way his body quivered, the pleasure consuming him in ways he couldn't process. "i-i can't stop," he choked, his thrusts erratic as he tried to hold back the sobs bubbling in his chest. his lips trembled, teeth sinking into the plump flesh as his gaze darted to yours, desperate and shy.

the way he looked at you- so vulnerable yet so hungry- made your core clench around him, and the whimper he let out was devastating.

"fuck, you feel... too good," he whined, voice high and trembling, his rhythm stuttering as his emotions overwhelmed him. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, the dampness of his tears smearing against your skin as his apologies came between shaky breaths and soft kisses.

"i'm sorry, baby," he repeated, his words muffled against your neck. "i just love you so much, i-"

you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. "don't hold back," you whispered, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. "i want all of you."

his cries turned into soft, broken moans, his tears falling freely now as he gave in entirely- to the pleasure, to you, to the overwhelming emotion he couldn't contain.

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⟢ make you never wanna leave .ᐟ

you had been distant all day, sharp words and icy stares cutting through every interaction. dey played along at first, teasing and grinning like usual, but by the end of practice, his patience had worn thin. the room was thick with unspoken tension, the air charged and heavy as dey paced in front of you, jaw tight and eyes dark with restrained frustration. he hadn't said a word since dragging you back to his room, but the way his fingers flexed at his sides spoke volumes.

you stood your ground, arms crossed, refusing to look at him- the silence feels deafening until his patience finally snaps.

"you want to tell me what the fuck that was about?" he asked, voice low, rough around the edges.

you turned your head, refusing to meet his gaze, “what? i didn’t do anything."

but he wasn't buying it. his fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "don't lie to me. you've been acting like you hate me all day, like i’m the problem. tell me."

you hesitated, but his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine. when you still didn't answer, his chuckle was dark, humorless. "oh, so we're playing the silent game now? fine." he stepped away again, the heat radiating off him in waves. "you wanna act like i don't see right through you?" his tone was mocking, taunting, designed to make you crack.

your fists clenched at your sides, but you still refused to meet his gaze. "unbelievable," he muttered, his fingers raking through his hair. he leaned in, voice low and biting. "you're jealous, aren't you?”

you huffed, eyes fixed on the floor, "does it matter?"

"yeah, it does. you've been a real pain today," he said, his voice low, smooth, yet laced with irritation. "snapping at me, ignoring me, rolling your eyes at every damn thing i say." he stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. "so?"

your heart raced as you avoided his gaze, your arms hugging your middle like they could shield you from the intensity of his presence. "it's nothing," you repeated, the words sounding weak even to your own ears.

"nothing?" His chuckle was dark, dripping with disbelief. "you think i'm that stupid?" another step closer, and now he was towering over you, his fingers brushing your chin to force your eyes onto his. "look at me and say that again."

you tried to hold his gaze, but the fire in his eyes was too much. you broke, exhaling sharply, your shoulders slumping. "fine," you snapped. "i didn't like the way she was all over you. happy now?"

his smirk spread slowly, dangerously, his thumb now tracing the curve of your jaw. "so that really was what this is about?" his voice dropped, the teasing edge softening into something darker, sultrier. "you are jealous?"

you huffed, trying to turn your head, but he held you firm, his lips ghosting over your ear. "you could've just said so, baby. i would've reminded everybody right then and there who i belong to."

your cheeks burned, and you tried to pull away, but he was faster, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you firmly in place. "baby, if you think for one second that anyone else could get to me like you do, you've got it all wrong."

his lips hovered just above yours, his breath warm against your skin. "you're the only one who can drive me this crazy, the only one who gets under my skin like this." his voice dropped lower, sultry and commanding- a husky whisper, dripping with confidence and reassurance.

before you could respond, he pressed you down onto the bed, his hands spreading your thighs apart with practiced ease. "let me show you, pretty," he purred, lips trailing down your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. your breath hitched as he nipped at your skin, his voice a low growl against your ear. he pulled back, his gaze heavy-lidded but burning with intent. "let me show you how proud i am to be yours."

he didn't rush, savoring every gasp and shiver, making sure you felt every inch of his devotion. "you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, eyes locked on yours as his hips rolled against you. "i'm yours, angel. every part of me."

he moved with maddening precision, each thrust slow and deliberate, his hips grinding against yours with a steady rhythm that had you trembling beneath him. "no one else could make me feel like this," he growled, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

"only you, baby. always you."

your nails dug into his shoulders, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer, and he groaned in response, pressing his forehead to yours. "that's right. let me hear you. let me feel how much you need me."

his pace quickened, every movement drawing out another broken moan as he pushed you closer to the edge. "you own me," he rasped, his voice ragged and filled with raw desire. "heart, mind, body- all yours."

"i’ll remind you every day, every second. you're gonna learn, baby. every. single. time."

he keeps thrusting into you, sharp and deliberate, a loud moan escapes you, followed by his low, satisfied chuckle. "that's what i thought. are you regretting all that attitude now?"

but regret is the last thing on your mind as he sets a punishing rhythm, every snap of his hips punctuated by a growled reminder: "this is where you belong- beneath me, begging for more. only you."

you're trembling under him, hands grasping at nothing as he drives you closer to the edge, his cocky smirk never faltering. he leans down, lips brushing your ear. "come on, baby, let me hear it. say you're sorry."

you swallowed hard, your pride warring with the overwhelming sensation coursing through you. his hands gripped your hips tighter, anchoring you to him as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust designed to pull you apart.

"i-" you choked out, your voice faltering.

he groaned, lips brushing your jaw as he whispered,

"come on, angel. i want to hear it." his teeth grazed your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "say the words, and i'll make you feel even better."

your hands clawed at his back, your body trembling beneath him, the tension building unbearable. "i'm sorry," you finally gasped, the confession spilling from your lips in a breathless rush. "i'm sorry, dey."

his pace faltered, just for a moment, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. "that's my girl," he murmured, his tone dripping with approval. his hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider for him as he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

"see?" he breathed against your mouth, his voice softer now but no less commanding. "that wasn’t so hard, was it?"

you whimpered in response, lost in the way he moved against you, the way he filled you completely. his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes locked on yours as he slowed his pace, his thrusts deep and deliberate.

"let me remind you," he rasped, his lips ghosting over yours, "how much i love being yours, how no one else could ever compare to you."

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omg can you imagine camboy!dey i think i’m going insane

also i’ll elaborate more on wax play with junseok later cus i’m about to fall asleep LOL

-🪐

the glow of the screen illuminated his face, sharp angles softened by the blue light. dey leaned back against his chair, lips quirking into a lazy smile that sent a ripple of heat through you. his sleeveless black tank top clung to his body, highlighting every curve of his toned arms, his collarbones peeking out just enough to tease.

"enjoying the view?" his deep, velvety voice carried through the speakers, making your breath hitch. he tilted his head, the strands of his dark hair brushing against his forehead as he glanced at the chat, one eyebrow raising at the flood of compliments and tips.

with a casual flick of his wrist, he pulled his chair closer to the camera. "i know what you came here for," he murmured, voice dripping with sultry confidence. he let his fingers trace his jawline, slow and deliberate, before they traveled lower, grazing the neckline of his tank.

"patience," he chuckled, his eyes locking onto yours- or at least it felt like they did. that smirk deepened as he leaned forward, his toned forearms resting on the desk, muscles flexing with the movement. the glint in his eye was wicked, playful, promising everything yet giving away nothing.

the chat went wild, and dey glanced at it again, a pleased hum slipping past his lips. "you want more?" he teased, his fingers trailing down his chest. "then make it worth my while."

your heart raced as you hovered over the tip button, knowing you weren't just paying for the show- but for the way his gaze seemed to linger, as if he knew you were there, watching him, needing him.

and maybe he did.

the chat lit up like fireworks as the sound of another tip notification rang out. dey’s smirk widened, a glint of satisfaction in his sharp eyes. "you really know how to get my attention," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "but i think i want to hear you beg for it."

your breath caught, the anticipation curling low in your stomach. he leaned back in his chair, his hands lazily tugging the hem of his tank upward, revealing a sliver of toned abs. his fingers stopped just short of pulling it over his head, leaving it there as if daring you to demand more.

"think i’ll just take my time tonight," he said, dragging out the words like honey. he ran a hand through his messy hair, the strands falling perfectly out of place as his gaze flicked to the camera. his lips curved into that signature smirk- equal parts infuriating and intoxicating.

the chat exploded, but it was his next move that made your chest tighten. he leaned in again, "you," he said softly, his voice dropping even lower. "yeah, you. you’ve been quiet tonight."

you froze, your fingers hovering over the keyboard.

could he mean you? there were thousands of viewers- there was no way-

"don’t play shy now." he chuckled, dark and rich, the sound rippling through you. "you’re the reason i’m doing this, aren't you?"

you swallowed hard, your heart thundering in your chest as he sat back, his gaze still locked on the camera. he pulled his tank off in one smooth motion, tossing it to the side. the chat erupted in chaos, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from him- his lean frame, the way the light cast shadows over the sharp lines of his torso.

"let's make tonight unforgettable," dey whispered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. his hands drifted lower, his movements deliberate and teasing as he kept his smoldering gaze locked on the screen.

and as you tipped again- more than you ever had before- his wicked grin told you he knew exactly how tightly he had you wrapped around his finger.

dey's grin widened as another tip notification chimed, this one more substantial than before. he bit his bottom lip, his teeth dragging across it slowly, letting the moment linger. his eyes, dark and sharp, flicked toward the camera, the intensity making it feel like he was staring straight into your soul.

"you're really trying to spoil me tonight, huh?" he purred, his tone both teasing and appreciative. he leaned back in his chair, his hands tracing slow, idle patterns across his exposed chest. the way his fingertips skimmed his skin- light, almost absentminded- was maddeningly hypnotic.

the chat scrolled endlessly with demands, compliments, and pleas, but his focus seemed singular. "you’re quiet," he said again, voice laced with intrigue. "i like that." he tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a softer, almost inviting smile.

"means you're paying attention."

the camera caught every shift, every subtle flex of his body as he stretched his arms behind his head.

the motion made his muscles ripple, his lean form on full display. he let out a low hum, the sound deep and satisfied, as if he was savoring the energy you and the other viewers poured into him.

"should i reward you?" he asked, his voice soft but no less commanding. his hands fell to his thighs, spreading his legs wider as he shifted in his chair.

the fabric of his joggers clung to him in all the right ways, leaving little to the imagination. his fingers toyed with the waistband, tugging it down ever so slightly before pausing, his smirk returning.

"you're gonna have to ask nicely."

your fingers hovered over the keyboard, the words caught in your throat, as if typing them out would make the moment even more real. but before you could summon the courage, he leaned forward again, resting his forearms on his thighs.

"i can wait," he murmured, his voice like velvet, sending shivers down your spine. "but can you?"

his question lingered in the air as his hand dipped lower, the movements slow and calculated. every detail- the way his lips parted, the flicker of amusement in his gaze, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin- was a masterpiece of restraint and desire.

"don't make me beg for you now," he teased, his grin playful yet laced with something darker, hungrier. "or maybe that's what you're into."

the tips came in faster, the chat a blur of wild desperation, but all you could focus on was him- his voice, his movements, and the undeniable pull of his presence.

"you're mine tonight," he said finally, his tone low and full of promise. "so don't even think about looking away."