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Across The Hall (10) | Michael Robinavitch x Neighbor/Teacher ! Reader

Michael Robinavitch x F ! Nieghbor/Teacher ! Reader

Summary: Michael visits you unexpectedly after your emergency admission. Still raw from the past and weighed down by guilt, you try to push him away

Word Count: 5063

Warning: Age Gap (Mid 20s/Early 50s), Head Injury (Factured Skull)

Author Note: I’m gonna be so real...the injury in the fic is inspired by my brother, who fractured his skull. (The injury itself obviously isn’t funny, but the fact that I’m using it for this is. LOL) I was asking him questions about it (because, you know I wanted it to be accurate) but I mostly went off memory since it happened like 12 years ago and some Google research. Our friend got suspicious and was like, “Why are you asking him about his injury??” because when I asked it was so random and out of the blue. So I came clean and told them I was using it for the fic, because it’s the only major injury I could understand and write about. They were like, “Omggggg,” and then I said, “I experienced it secondhand,” which made both of them burst out laughing. They were like, “You’re acting like you went through the pain and trauma” And I was like, “Okay, but I witnessed the aftermath, so im adjacent". Lol but im glad I have a brother and friends are supportive of my hobbies. I used to be so embarrassed telling people I read (and attempted to write fics) as a teenager but I don't care anymore. It's fun. And writing fic is mostly for me like, it’s self-indulgent. I get these scenarios stuck in my head and I have to get them out before they drive me insane. Okay enough with the long authors note. Let the slow burn continue. Least Aidens out the way and we're on the right path!!! - Ryn

“I’m telling you—she’s Robby’s girlfriend,” Princess whispered to Perla, Dennis, Trinity, and Mateo as they all crowded near the nurses’ station, pretending to look busy.

“That bet was made months ago? We’re still on about that?” Dennis muttered, sipping water like he wasn’t interested—but he was absolutely interested. He still had all their bets on his note app.

“Are you even sure she’s Robby’s girlfriend?” Mateo asked, glancing over his shoulder toward the exam rooms.

Princess leaned in, eyes wide with scandal. “Okay, I’m not a hundred percent sure, but she knows him. She used his first name.”

“So?” Trinity shrugged. “We all know his name.”

Princess shakes her head “Nobody calls Robby by his first name—not here. It’s Dr. Robinavitch or Robby. I think something happened. Maybe they broke up?”

Dennis snorted. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No, listen!” Princess said, her voice getting louder. “She told Jack she didn’t want Robby to know she was here.”

That shut them up for a second.

“Robby hasn’t been himself lately,” Perla added, folding her arms. “You know he’s been different…off”

“Exactly!” Princess said, her eyes wide with satisfaction. “Weird, distracted, moody—like he's haunted or something.”

“I mean…” Mateo leaned in. “It is kinda sus.”

“Suspicious?” Trinity echoed with a grin. “It’s a whole soap opera. Honestly? I respect it.”

Just then, Victoria walked up, holding a folder and raising an eyebrow at the group.

“What’s going on?” she asked, sensing the low buzz of drama instantly.

“We’re talking about Robby’s potential girlfriend,” Mateo whispered, eyes flicking toward the hallway. “Apparently, she showed up injured today”

“Ohhh,” Victoria said, eyes lighting up. “That girl in exam room 13?”

“I was shadowing him earlier, he let me take a lead on a patient” Victoria said casually, flipping the folder open like it wasn’t a big deal. “Dana pulled him outside, told him “She’s here. In Exam room 13” and he bolted. Just took off…”

“Bolted?” Perla asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Like The Flash” Victoria confirmed. “There and just… gone.”

Everyone let that sink in.

Princess blinked, then smirked. “Okay. Now I’m one hundred percent sure.”

“Cough it up, folks. Time to settle the bet,” Princess said, smug as she pulled out her phone.

A chorus of groans erupted, quickly devolving into overlapping voices.

“Oh, come on!” Dennis protested. “We don’t even know for sure!”

A collective groan rippled through the group, followed by instant chaos.

“Yeah, it’s not confirmed!” Mateo jumped in. “We had other bets too—like whether she’s his ex or just some mystery girl—”

“Or if they even dated,” Trinity added.

“I said they hooked up. That’s different,” Perla cut in.

“I never agreed to Venmo anyone!” Dennis argued. “This wasn’t even settled!”

“You’re all just mad I was right,” Princess said with a smug shrug.

“You don’t know you were right!” Victoria said. “Where’s the actual proof?” She jumps in although she is not a part of the bets that were made.

“And Mel and Samria were there when we made the original bet,” Mateo said, pointing around like he was assembling a case in court. “They weren’t in on it—but they heard it. They can contest if you’re twisting the terms.”

“Right! Mel literally said, ‘This is messy—I want no part of it,’ but she definitely heard what was said,” Trinity added.

“Samria too,” Perla nodded. “She rolled her eyes and walked away, but she knows.”

“And John, he’s not here, he can’t be vocal about this! They’re all even here!” Dennis said. “We can’t settle anything without them.”

“Okay, so now we need a full panel of witnesses?” Princess teased. “What is this, court TV?”

The group was descending into pure chaos—everyone talking over one another, debating technicalities, rewriting the betting rules in real time.

The group was in full disarray now—everyone talking at once, hands gesturing wildly, no one listening.

Then—

“Alright,” came a voice—dry, sharp, and unmistakably not amused.

They turned to see Jack standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but clearly not thrilled.

He’d been on his way to retrieve you from your CT scan when he heard your name—and Robby’s—floating around the nurses’ station like it was common gossip.

“If we’re placing bets on coworkers again, could we at least pretend to be subtle?” he said. “This is an ER, it’s busy, and this—” he gestured at their little gossip circle— “is neither the time nor the place.”

Silence.

“And more importantly,” Jack added, his tone cutting now, “whatever’s going on with Robby—it’s none of our business. Got it?”

Nods all around. No one dared say a word.

“Princess, CT scan lets go”

Princess straightened up and started moving toward radiology without another word.

He let the silence sit a beat longer, then said, “Don’t you all have patients to attend to?”

Cue instant movement. A shuffle of folders, awkward throat clears, and a whole lot of very sudden enthusiasm for documentation.

Within seconds, a chorus of awkward mumbles followed—“Right,” “Of course,” “Yep” as the group dispersed.

Jack heavily signed, shaking his head and headed to retrieve you from the CT scan.

Jack sighed heavily, shook his head, and headed down the hallway after Princess to retrieve you from the CT scan.

—

Michael kept himself busy, moving from room to room with practiced focus, but thoughts of you lingered like static at the back of his mind—always there, just beneath the surface. He was waiting. Bracing. Every moment, he expected Jack to come find him with an update. He told himself to be patient, but the waiting felt like its own kind of ache.

He was walking down the corridor when Dana fell into step beside him.

“Hey,” she said as they neared the nurses’ station, her tone casual but her eyes sharp and watchful.

“Jack meant to come find you himself,” she continued, sliding a chart into the slot behind her. “But he got tied up. Still, he wanted me to let you know—she’s back in her room”

Michael stopped abruptly as they reached the nurses’ station, and Dana halted beside him.

She looked at him for a moment, then added, “You should go see her.”

Michael’s hands tightened slightly around the edge of the counter. “I don’t know if I should.”

The words came out quiet, but honest.

He’d calmed from the initial panic—the adrenaline rush of hearing you were here, and hurt. But now that he had a moment to breathe, all that was left was the fear.

Would you even want to see him?

After everything, after all this time—was he the last person you wanted in the room?

“Robby,” Dana said, arms crossing, “quit being ridiculous.”

He looked up.

“You hauled ass the second I told you she was here. You didn’t even blink. Now go see that girl.”

He didn’t move.

Dana leaned in slightly. “You ran, Michael. That tells me everything I need to know.”

“You don’t run like that unless someone codes,” she said gently. “Or unless it’s someone you care about.”

She pauses

“Someone you love.”

Michael swallowed hard.

Dana gave him a small, wry smile. “That kind of panic? That kind of instinct? You only get that when your heart’s on the line.”

Michael blinked, caught off guard. He opened his mouth to argue—but couldn’t find the words.

Dana gave him a knowing look. “So stop overthinking it. Go see her.”

Then Michael nodded again, a little more firmly this time. He stepped back from the desk and turned toward the floor, his steps quiet but purposeful as he made his way to your room.

Michael opened the exam room door. You were propped up, the exam bed and a slight angle.

The door closed softly behind him.

You were sound asleep.

He reached for the light switch, flicked off the harsh overhead lights, leaving one light on so the room was dim but not completely dark.

He made his way over to you, standing at the foot of the bed, watching your chest rise and fall with steady breaths.

From the supply rack nearby, he grabbed an extra blanket and began to unfold it slowly, the fabric rustling softly in the quiet room. He draped it gently over you, smoothing the edges with care, as if shielding you from the cold and from the world outside.

He grabbed the extra chair and pulled it closer to your bed, sitting down with a quiet sigh.

Slowly, cautiously, he reached out and took your hand in his. Your fingers were limp at first—cold and still—but then, almost imperceptibly, they curled around his.

Your eyes fluttered open, hazy and unsure, and found him there—sitting at your bedside.

He moved the moment you met his gaze, leaning in slightly, like he couldn’t help it. As if your consciousness pulled him in with the same quiet gravity that had held him in place all this time.

His eyes searched yours—steady, silent, drinking you in. He didn’t speak at first. He just looked at you with a quiet intensity, like he was grounding himself in the fact that you were really here. Awake. Alive.

“Hey,” he said at last, voice soft—almost reverent.

He offered a faint smile. Not forced. Not polished. Just… fragile.

Your lips parted, barely able to form the words. “What are you doing here?”

It came out as little more than a whisper—a frayed thread of sound. You were still trying to orient yourself, to separate the remnants of the panic from reality, to believe this moment was real and not some fever dream conjured by the pain.

“I came to see you,” he said softly. “I heard you tripped. Hit your head…”

His voice wavered slightly—just enough for you to hear everything he wasn’t saying. He swallowed hard, and his gaze flicked across your face, like he was checking for further damage. “You scared me. I was so worried.”

He exhaled slowly. “It’s good to see you coherent. Alert.”

You blinked up at him, overwhelmed by the quiet sincerity in his voice, the weight of his presence beside your bed. And yet, guilt curled tight in your chest like a warning.

Michael’s brow furrowed then, confusion slowly knitting his features as he caught the flicker of something in your expression—shame, maybe. Fear.

You shifted your gaze away, unable to meet his eyes. Instead, you focused on the edge of the blanket pulled up over your stomach.

“You shouldn’t be in here with me, Michael.”

The words were soft—barely audible—but they landed like a stone dropped in still water, sending ripples outward.

Michael’s head tilted slightly, his brows pulling together as confusion crept across his features. “Why?” he asked, voice cautious, quiet.

You drew in a breath, but it felt like it caught halfway down your chest. Your heart pounded, not from pain this time, but from the unbearable closeness of him—his presence, his concern, the way he looked at you like none of the in-between had happened.

“You shouldn’t,” you repeated, firmer this time, even though your throat burned. “And I mean it.”

You forced yourself to lift your gaze, to face him. The words scraped as they came out. “You’re… not supposed to be here. Not after everything.”

The air between you changed—denser, heavier. Like the room itself was holding its breath.

He didn’t move. Didn’t argue or recoil. But the flicker of hurt that crossed his face was quick and sharp, even though he tried to blink it away. His posture remained open, but his jaw tensed slightly—like he was bracing for a blow.

“I—I tried to get them to take me to Allegheny,” you blurted, too fast, like the words had been waiting to escape. Your fingers gripped the blanket now, knuckles white. “The paramedics—I told them, I asked—”

Michael’s expression changed in an instant. His brow furrowed deeper, and the concern in his eyes sharpened with sudden intensity.

“Why would you do that?”

You hesitated, your lips parting, but nothing came at first. The truth curled just behind your teeth, raw and painful.

Then, quieter: “Because you’re here.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of it pressing against your chest.

“This is your place of work,” you continued, voice trembling. “Your ER. You have a whole floor of patients who actually need you. You don’t need to be here with me”

His eyes darkened with something unreadable, but he didn’t interrupt.

“Dr. Abbot said they’ll monitor me for a couple hours,” you added, your voice tapering into something almost numb. “Then I’ll be out of your hair.”

The words hung between you, heavy with more meaning than you dared unpack.

You tried to believe them. Tried to convince yourself that keeping your distance was some kind of kindness. But even as you said it, something inside you recoiled—some small part that hated the idea of him walking away, even if it felt like the right thing to do.

“I'm an attending physician. This is my ER. I’m authorized to be anywhere I’m needed—and right now, that’s here. With you.”

Michael’s eyes softened. “Honestly, I’d rather have you here at PTMC than Allegheny. I want you close.”

Your breath hitched. “Michael—stop.”

He shook his head gently. His voice was low, but steady—anchored in something that had been building for far too long.

“And besides… none of them matter as much as you do to me.”

His gaze held yours, unflinching. There was no hesitation in his voice—just quiet certainty, and something raw beneath it.

“When I found out you were here, I dropped everything. I didn’t even think. I just—moved.”

His fingers tightened slightly around yours, like he needed the contact to stay grounded.

“Nothing else mattered. Not the shift. Not the patients. Not protocol.”

His voice dropped even lower, almost a whisper now.

“Just you.”

Your voice trembled with disbelief—not because you didn’t want to hear it, but because you couldn’t believe he still wanted you. Not after the silence. Not after the way you left things.

And yet… here he was.

“You don’t mean that,” you whispered, broken. “You can’t.” Your throat tightened painfully. “You don’t have to do this—to pretend. I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me.”

Michael looked at you like you’d just said something absurd. “Is that really what you think? That I could hate you?”

You tried to hold it in, but the dam cracked. Your lips quivered, and then a raw, desperate sob slipped free.

“How couldn’t you?”

Your voice broke in the silence, raw and trembling.

“And I’m sorry—” The words spilled out in broken gasps, barely held together by your breath. “For everything. I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t rush in to hush your grief or offer easy reassurances.

He just stayed there. Still. Solid. A quiet presence in the storm of your unraveling.

Tears streamed down your face faster than you could wipe them away. Your shoulders shook, and you hated the way your breath hitched, the way your chest aches like something inside you had finally split open.

“I know I hurt you,” you choked out, voice hoarse. “After how I left things… how I pushed you away. So how can you even look at me?”

There was a long pause—heavy, but not cold.

Then Michael leaned forward, his hand reaching up with a gentleness that shattered you all over again. His thumb brushed a tear from your cheek, and then another. Slow. Unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world for your pain.

“Because I still see you,” he said softly. “Not what happened. Not the mess. Just… you.”

His eyes held yours, unflinching. There was no judgment there. Just quiet, aching sincerity.

“Sweetheart—”

Your eyes fluttered shut the moment it left his lips.

“None of that matters,” he murmured. “Not right now. Not while you’re hurting. We’ll talk—when the time's right, but not tonight.”

He stood up, leaned in, and you barely had time to brace yourself before his lips found your forehead—soft, slow, grounding.

And that—that—undid you. Not the pain. Not the panic. But his voice, full of a tenderness you hadn’t earned but were so desperate for.

You crumbled, truly this time. No more holding it together, no more pretending you were fine. The sob tore from your throat—sharp, unguarded, broken—and before you could think, you reached for him. You sat up, your arms wrapping around his neck, you clung to him.

He held you without hesitation.

His arms closed around you instantly, instinctively. He exhaled a long, quiet breath, one that sounded almost like a sigh of relief, his chest rising and falling against yours.

God, he’d needed this. To feel you there, warm and real and alive in his arms.

His hand slid up your back, slow and steady, fingertips tracing comforting circles against the thin fabric of your gown.

“Shh,” he murmured, his breath warm against your temple. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I got you.”

His arms tightened around you, one hand moved in slow, soothing circles down your spine.

“I’m right here,” he whispered again, soft as a vow. “Not going anywhere.”

You nodded against him, your breath catching as the sobs faded into soft, shaky exhales. Slowly, your body began to settle, sinking back into the bed, heavy with exhaustion.

“You need to rest,” he said gently, easing back into the chair beside your bed. His hand found yours again, intertwining.

Your grip tightened slightly around his. “Stay?” you murmured, your voice already thick with sleep. “Just for a little while.”

Your eyes were heavy, lashes fluttering as exhaustion began to pull you under again.

His thumb brushed softly over your knuckles, slow and steady.

“I will,” he said quietly, his gaze still on you. “I promise.”

—

Jack stepped into the room quietly. It was slightly dim—only one of the overhead lights was on, casting a soft, amber glow across the space.

He stopped when he saw you both.

Michael was slumped in a chair beside the exam bed, fast asleep, his arms folded on the mattress. One of his hands was loosely holding yours, his head resting near them, close enough that your fingers stayed tangled even in sleep. You were curled on your side, facing him, your breathing slow and steady.

Jack stood in the doorway for a moment, saying nothing—just watching.

Michael had disappeared from the floor a while ago. Though the team was holding it down, his absence hadn’t gone unnoticed—nurses exchanged glances, whispers passed between staff, a quiet question hanging in the air: where was he attending?

But Jack hadn’t needed to guess. He already knew he was here

Jack snorted quietly, smirking to himself as he stepped into the room and moved to the foot of the bed. Pulling out his phone, he opened the camera and started snapping pictures—of Michael half-draped over the bed, of your fingers laced together, of the soft, exhausted peace on both your faces.

After a few shots—clearly satisfied—he tucked his phone back into his pocket, the smirk still tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Robby?” Jack whispered.

He waited for a beat, then said louder, “Robby!”

Michael inhaled sharply, eyes snapping open. He blinked up, disoriented for a split second before his gaze landed on Jack. Realization hit—he’d fallen asleep.

“Shit,” he mumbles, sitting up, trying not to wake you. He lets go of your hand gently as you lay sleeping.

Jack raised a brow, smirking. “Spending a little too much time with one patient,” he teased.

“Shut up,” Michael muttered, his voice rough with sleep.

“Hey, your words, not mine.” Jack held up his hands in defense. “I’ve heard you say the same thing to Mohan.”

Jack chuckled under his breath. “Seriously, though—you’re lucky it was me who walked in.”

Michael was quietly grateful it had been Jack. If anyone else had walked in, it would’ve been a disaster.

He’d never fallen asleep on the job like that before. Sure, during brutal double shifts, he’d crashed in an empty exam room now and then—but not like this. Not with someone else there.

He sat up, groaning a little as he stretched.

“Her results came back,” Jack said, holding up the iPad.

Michael stood and moved to the end of the bed where Jack was. Jack turned the screen toward him, and they looked at it together.

“There,” Jack said, tapping the scan. “Fractured skull. Right side of her head. No bleeding, but…” He hesitated. “She’s got some air bubbles.”

Michael leaned in, frowning at the faint black pockets. “Pneumocephalus?”

Jack nodded. “Most likely from the impact. Neuro’s on their way to evaluate.”

“Could’ve been worse, but she’s stable,” Jack said. “Vitals are solid. But she’ll need monitoring.”

Michael sighed, rubbing his hands over his face.

“I hate to tear you away from her, but you gotta get back out there. People are talking.”

“Talking?” Michael asked, already dreading the answer.

Jack gave him a look. “You’ve been gone a while, man. The team’s starting to wonder where you are. Rumor mill in full swing. They’re making bets.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “Bets?”

He shouldn’t have been surprised. Was he mad? Not really. Irritated? Sure. This was the ER—he’d taken part in plenty of gossip and side bets over the years. Hell, he’d even been the subject of a few. But this felt different.

Michael let out a short breath, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. This place ran on caffeine, adrenaline, and gossip—half the time, there was a pool going on over something as mundane as someone’s lunch order.

Jack winced. “Yeah. The ER’s bored. You know how it goes.”

Jack shifted, “Yeah… well. It started a while ago—look, it goes back to when you—” He waved a hand, brushing it off. “You know what? It’s not important. I’ll fill you in later.”

Michael just gave him a tired look, but said nothing.

Jack didn’t press. “I’ve got this. I’ll stay with her until Neuro gets here. You go check in with the nurses, make a loop through the trauma bays—just show your face.”

Michael glanced back toward the bed. You were still resting, your breathing steady but shallow, brow slightly furrowed even in sleep.

He didn’t want to leave. Not yet.

But Jack was right. He’d already disappeared longer than he should’ve, and the ER had a rhythm—it noticed when someone broke from it.

Michael exhaled slowly, nodding. “Alright.”

You groan and begin to stir.

“Michael?” you mumbled as you started to wake.

His attention shifted immediately from Jack to you. Without hesitation, he turned back—returning, sinking into the chair he’d only just left, pulling it in close beside your bed.

“Hey, Sweetheart” He reached for your hand, brushing his thumb gently over the back of it, his expression soft, focused entirely on you.

You blinked a few times, disoriented, the haze of sleep still thick. Everything felt slow. Heavy. Off.

“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly.

“My head really hurts,” you groaned, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I know, baby.” His voice was steady, calm. “We’ll give you something for the pain, okay?”

You nodded a little, then winced. “My results came in?”

Jack glanced at Michael, silently prompting him to explain.

Michael hesitated for a breath, then spoke gently. “You have a small fracture on the right side of your skull. There’s no bleeding, but there are a few tiny air bubbles—something called pneumocephalus. It probably happened from the impact when you fell.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “Air… bubbles? In my head?”

“Yeah,” he said, tightening his hold on your hand. “It sounds scarier than it is. You’re stable. Neuro’s on their way, and we’re keeping a close eye on everything.”

Your lip trembled. “Am I going to be okay?”

Michael leaned in, eyes locked on yours. “You are. I promise. You’re going to be okay.”

You tried to believe him—but your chest was tight, your heart thudding faster.

“What if it gets worse?”

He moved his free hand to cup your cheek gently. “Then we’ll be ready. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Your fingers curled around his. “I’m scared.” a tear rolled down your cheek

“I know,” he whispered, his voice catching just slightly. He brushed the tear away with his thumb, his touch soft and steady.

“But I’m going to be here, okay?”

You closed your eyes, breathing through the fear, grounding yourself in the warmth of his hand and the steady rhythm of his voice.

Just then, Jack cleared his throat softly and said, “Michael.”

Michael’s eyes flicked toward Jack, then back to you. He knew he’d been gone from the floor too long.

With a sigh and reluctant squeeze of your hand, he whispered, “I have to go do my rounds but I’ll be back as soon as I can to check up on you, okay?”

You nodded, still holding onto him.

You wanted to tell him not to go—that it felt safer with him here, that the fear wasn’t as loud when he was close. But you knew that was selfish. He had a job to do, lives to save, and you couldn’t be the reason he stayed.

Michael brought your hand to his lips and kissed the top of your knuckles gently, making you give a faint, weak smile.

He rubbed your hand one last time before standing, taking one last look at you. Then he turned toward Jack.

Jack gave him a knowing look and patted him on the shoulder. “I’ve got this from here.”

Michael gave a small nod and headed toward the door, ready to face his ER.

—

You’d been at the hospital for five hours. It was around six o’clock now, and you were more than ready to go home. They’d run tests, done scans, monitored you—cleared you for discharge once someone could take you.

You’d spent the last hour going over names in your head, trying to think of someone who might help. But every name came with a built-in reason not to call. Obligations. Distance. Unspoken tension. Complicated pasts.

You found yourself making excuses for people before you even reached out—talking yourself out of asking for help, telling yourself it wasn’t fair to burden them.

And so you lay there.

“We called your mom earlier, like you asked,” Princess said gently, pulling up a file on the computer from a previous ER visit. Her eyes scanned the screen as she looked up the emergency contact info. “She knows what’s going on. She wanted me to tell you she’s coming as soon and as fast as she can.”

Princess continued, “Is there anyone else I should call? I have one listed here... Aiden Carter.”

“Could you take him off my emergency contacts?”

Princess glanced up, her expression softening with understanding, but there was a flicker of concern in her eyes. “Okay,” she said gently. “I’ll update that for you.”

Princess nodded without hesitation and tapped the screen to update your emergency contact. Her eyes lingered on you for a moment, quiet but attentive.

“If you change your mind about calling anyone else or need anything else, just let me know,” she said softly, her voice steady and reassuring.

You gave a small, grateful nod as the Princess offered you a gentle smile and quietly stepped out of the room.

Moments later, the door creaked open again.

“Hey,” Michael said from the doorway, his voice soft—careful.

You turned slightly toward him on the bed, your body still heavy with exhaustion. “Hi.”

Michael leaned against the doorway, eyes scanning your face, searching for something—answers, reassurance, anything. His voice dropped, quiet but laced with tension.

“They haven’t been able to reach him?”

He meant Aiden.

Michael had already been thinking about it—about Aiden’s absence. The fact that he wasn’t by your side. That he hadn’t come rushing in. That he hadn’t even bothered to answer his damn phone.

Michael was angry. No—he was furious.

He’d seen all kinds of heartbreak in the ER: people forgotten, abandoned, left waiting too long by the ones who were supposed to love them. But seeing you in that position?

It twisted something sharp inside him.

You were lying in that bed—hurt, alone—and the one person who should have shown up hadn’t even answered his phone.

Michael clenched his jaw, trying to hold back the storm rising in his chest.

He didn’t know you weren’t together anymore.

But that didn’t stop him from being furious on your behalf.

“No,” you said quietly. “Because Princess didn’t call him. She won’t—because we’re not together anymore.”

Michael froze. “Oh.” That was all he could muster—no apology, no immediate response.

The storm in his chest stilled, replaced by a sudden, hollow quiet.

Part of him was overjoyed—fucking finally, he thought. But then the questions crashed in.

How long has it been?Why didn’t you say anything?Was it recent?

His eyes flicked over your face, searching for any sign of heartbreak—anger, sadness, regret—but you looked… calm. Tired, yes. But unphased. You didn’t seem broken by it.

Still, now wasn’t the time for questions. He knew you’d talk about everything when the time was right—like he’d said.

“Is anyone coming?”

"My mom,” you murmured. “She lives out of state. It’s going to be a while.”

Right now, you need rest. Comfort. Something steady.

And he could do that. He would do that.

Michael stepped into the room, making his way towards you.

He reached out gently, brushing a loose strand of hair from your forehead. His fingers lingered for a second—light, tentative, reverent.

“We'll go home” he said, voice low but sure. “Once my shift’s up—in about an hour—I’ll get you discharged, and we’ll go. Okay?”

You blinked up at him, lips parting like you might protest—but nothing came out. You didn’t have the strength. Not to argue. Not to pretend.

“Okay,” you said, barely above a whisper.

You nodded faintly, your eyes already starting to drift shut again. The adrenaline was fading, and now the weight of everything—your body, your thoughts, your heart—was settling in.

Then, slowly, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. His lips were warm.

He straightened with a quiet exhale, his gaze still fixed on you.

Then he turned and walked to the door. He hesitated, glanced back once more, and with careful fingers, closed it quietly, gently.

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Of Kings and Queens

Pairing: elf king!Bang Chan x afab!human reader

Genre: fantasy, romance, smut

Word Count: +7k

Summary: Chan is the King of the elfs and some of his soldiers made you, a common human, a prisioner, and Chan it's not happy about it.

Content Warning: mentions of poverty, mentions of food, reader wears dresses, I think that's it

Smut warning: porn with plot, soft loving sex, implied first of reader, tit sucking, oral (reader recieving), piv, Chan calls them baby a few times. big dick Chan, soft in love Chan

a/n: it's been a while since I wrote anything (or have been active) but I've missed here so much and I had this idea (and others) stuck in my brain for days and had to write, so yeah, I hope you guys enjoy it and I'm happy to be back I guess?

⚠️ English is not my first language, so sorry in advance if there’s any mistakes

The sounds were loud outside, to the point of waking you up. The loud thud and clinging of the chains that held your arms in place finally making your dizzy and unsure mind fully wake up. Where were you? What was happening? Your memory was fuzzy, you couldn't remember much before waking up in that cold cell.

You heard noises coming closer. Steps. Voices.

“You trolls did not hurt them, did you?” the deep voice spoke and you wondered if it was about you, because if it was the soreness and the purple and blueish in your skin announced that they, whoever they might be, hurt you. “Oh you barbarians, what I've told you to do?”

“‘m sorry, m'lord but they attacked us, we had to attack back” one of them answered.

“Ah! I see… a civilian attacked you” there was silence for a few seconds and they stopped walking. “I'll see for myself how they are and pray for the magic tree that they are not badly hurt. Now, leave” steps left and steps got closer.

You took a deep breath in as the steps got too close for comfort. A shadow hovering the entrance of your cell.

Then a man stood in front of it. Tall. Strong. Confident. Warm. He held a soft smile, as he opened the cell and entered, leaving it open. Instinctively you cornered yourself like a mouse trapped by a cat.

“No fear, human, I will not hurt you” his voice was deep and velvety, so warm for a man that sparked so much fear in you, you almost wanted to give in. Almost. He squatted to be at the same eye level as you. “I am sorry for my men. They… they tend to get a bit carried away sometimes”

If it was a normal environment for you you'd leave a smart ass remark. But that wasn't the case. You ate your answer down as you shivered in your little corner.

The man sighed and dropped his head down. “How about some introductions? My name is Chan, I'm an elf, right now you are in the elf realm and…” he came closer, you shrank even more, but that didn't stop him from coming even closer to take the chains off from your wrists. The old metal fell in the ground with a clinging sound. “And I’m sorry my men put you here and, you know, hurt you. Do you remember what happened back in your village?” for the first time in the evening you answered him, simply by shaking your head no. “I can help you with your wounds and bruises, but only if you allow me, ok?”

You looked at him still hesitant, who was this man and why was he helping you? And out of nowhere?

You weren't sure if you wanted to trust him. your instinct wanted to, wanted to give in, to finally give yourself to someone else to take care. But your reason was telling you no, telling you it was a trap, you'd end up dead in the best case scenarios.

“Your majesty?” another one of the elves came looking for him, he was dressed in clothes similar to the man in front of you, so you deduced he mustn't be a soldier like the ones that hurt you.

“Yes?” he turned to look at the man and then, just then, it hit you. The title. Your majesty. He wasn't a random man helping you, he was the king of the elves himself. Your mind, already fuzzy and blurry, became even more confused.

Your eyes started to blur and head spin and you knew that feeling all too well. Soon everything became pitch black before you could listen to the two men call for you.

The cold breeze that flowed through the opened windows to your barely covered body made its pores bristle and you curl yourself even more in the soft fur duvets. A smile plastered on your lips.

Chan, who sat in an armchair by your side, watched your reactions and admired your soft features. Your body was covered in old rags that he could barely call them clothes, the fabrics made probably out of old potato and flour sacks hardly covered your body and that made him think of how cold you must be in the cold hard winter was right now in the human realm. Your legs were covered in bruises, the purple marks starting to turn yellow around it, some scars adorned them too, yet he wondered if they were as soft as they seemed. Your arms weren't in a different state as your legs, bruises and scars making them look like a galaxy, the plush skin seemed to scream for help. He promised himself to punish his men after he tended you and your wounds, they didn't have the right to hurt a civilian this badly.

He then stopped at your precious face. Oh your face. He swore he never saw something so calm yet fierce in his life, deep down he knew you were strong. Your eyes seemed to claim for him even closed up, the way they would slightly tweak while you were sleeping like you were about to wake up at any given moment. Your lips held a soft smile of happiness, half parted, so delicated.

Chan didn't know what was about you, if it was something about humans that he didn't know, all he knew was that he was so drawn to you, more than he had even been to anyone else before. He wanted to protect you, give you everything you wanted.

“Are you going to be creeping out the girl until she wakes up?” Chan turned to the door where Felix, one of his counselors and right hand man, stood, arms crossed and a smirk in his lips. He might be under the rules of Chan, but they still were childhood friends.

He entered the room carefully so as not to wake you up.

“There is something about her, Felix, I can quite pinpoint” the youngster held a laugh. “Do not laugh please, I am quite lost here”

“Have you heard about…” when Felix was about to say something you murmured on the bed, calling their attention.

You moved slowly, stretching your limbs lazily, a happy squeaky sound coming from your mouth. Your eyes opened as slow as you moved, but as soon as you saw the two men you instantly cornered yourself on the headboard of the giant bed, covering your frame with the covers. Your eyes left the men and wandered around the place where you were. The place was a giant bedroom, bigger than whatever entire place you've ever been on, walls decorated with beautiful pastel wallpapers and hanging plants. Big part of it was of windows that went from the ground to the ceiling.

You were lost in your thoughts while admiring the place you were in that you did not notice Chan speaking to you “Miss?” you turned your head back at the men, locking eyes with the king. “Are you alright? You passed out back in the cell and we thought best to bring to one of the royal rooms” you nodded. You wanted to thank him so badly but the voice didn't seem to want to leave your mouth. Not yet. “Everything must’ve been a lot for you to take in, why do not you take a bath and change into a new set of clothes? I'll make sure the maids get something comfortable and suitable for you” you nodded again.

Chan and Felix bowed slightly and left the room. Soon a few female elves came into the room and took you to the bathroom next door, the place was already ready for you. The bath was running warm with bubbles, the water cloudy with what you assumed was milk and some flower petals. The smell invaded your senses, making you feel relaxed at least a little. Three of them stood on guard by the side of the bath, a little far. You looked at them, expecting for them to leave but they just stood there.

“Are… you gonna be… here?” your voice was low, hoarse, your throat definitely hurt, but you were happy that you managed to speak for the first time in you don't know in how long.

They nodded. “We don't see nudity as you humans folks” the smallest of them spoke, her voice low pitched, almost annoying. “And it is standard procedure for us to accompany the King's guests in their baths”

“What an odd procedure”

“Don't be pressured by our presence here, miss, we are here only to be sure you have a pleasant bath and if you need anything else we can serve your needs” another one of them said, bowing.

Hesitantly, you took your clothes off, standing nude, they didn't seem a bit unfazed by that indeed. You entered the bath and instantly relaxed when you felt the warmth of the water hugging your body. Just then you took your time to take a look at your bruises and wounds, they would for sure leave more marks than you already had in your skin. The thought made you shiver a little.

The bubbles started to move as if they were alive and you got scared, moving uneasy in the bathtub.

“They are enchanted to heal the more superficial of your wounds” the smallest one answered and you looked at her with widened eyes. How was that possible? “Did you forget we have magic in the elf realm?”.

To be really honest you knew nothing about the elf realm or the other realms really. You never went to school, your family was very poor and going to school was for rich kids. You worked and helped your family ever since you were a kid, making baskets to sell at the market, helping at the bakery, at the local market, at the farms picking fruits, you name it. So all you knew that there were other realms besides the human and other creatures, often you'd meet some of them.

Besides not knowing how you ended up in the King's cell, all you remember was his men going to the human realm to collect some stuff for the King and when they couldn't find or when people didn't have they threw a tantrum and that involved you, that at the wrong place at the wrong time and tried to protect a kid.

You looked back at the maids and just nodded, going back to enjoying your bath.

When you got back to the room there was the most beautiful dress you ever laid eyes on. It was made of some fabric you never saw in your life, it was soft yet light to the touch, a light shade of green, the bodice embellished with thousands of little crystals that changed colors depending on how light hit them. The skirt was flowy and had a few layers to it and to complete the look, the back of it had a flowy cape that wasn’t much longer than the skirt. There was also a pair of low heels shoes, matching the dress color. Your eyes sparkled seeing those garments, you never dressed anything so fancy in your life.

“Let me help with your hair, miss” another maid said entering the room and you nodded, sitting in a chair in front of a dressing table. After a few minutes your hair was dried and half put back in tiny braids. “The King is waiting for you at the dining room, miss”

“Where is the dining room?” you asked a bit shy, voice still hoarse but a bit better than before.

“Want me to take you there, miss?” you nodded shyly and she smiled. “Dress yourself and I will take you there”.

You quickly put on the dress, carefully not to ruin the ethereal fabric, put on the shoes and took a look of yourself in the mirror that stood next to the dressing table. You looked absolutely stunning, looking like a real princess. Never in a million years you imagined yourself to be dressed like that, but you also never imagined yourself in the elf realm as well.

You turned yourself to the maid and nodded, signaling you were ready to go. She nodded back and turned on her heels and started walking down the hallway.

The walk wasn't long but the closer you got, the more nervous you'd get, the further you seemed to be. You only seemed to finally arrive at the destination when you saw two large doors being guarded by well dressed men that greeted the maid and you. You returned the greeting with a bow before stopping in front of the doors.

“Here you are, miss, the dining room, I'll leave you now, have a wonderful evening” you thanked her before she left and turned back to the doors that before you could process anything or even take a deep breath, the men opened them revealing you.

Inside the room there were four men, two of them which you recognized as the King and the man that was with him in your room when you woke up. Their heads turned towards you as the doors opened revealing you. And in that moment you just wanted that a hole opened in the ground and swallowed you, you never had any attention towards you, wonder this much.

You felt like your feet were glued to the ground, you couldn't walk, you wanted to walk inside the room, but you were stuck in your place.

Chan seemed to notice your uneasiness and came to you. He held his hand so you could hold it. You hesitate for a bit before accepting it. He took it to his lips, kissing it gently, the action brought shivers down your spine, no one ever treated you like this, this gently, this kindly.

You started to walk by his side, hand still in his, a heat forming to your cheeks.

“Kind sirs, this is the human I was talking about, miss…” he looked over at you, you still haven't introduced yourself to him.

“yn, my name is yn” your voice came lower than intended but you managed to speak, which you were glad.

“I see little birdie can speak finally” the one that was in the room with Chan spoke with a sly smirk.

“Felix!” the King scolded him, who just laughed. “This little menace of a man is Felix, one of my counselors and right hand man” he gave a little wave. “The one on his right is Minho, also one of my counselors and the head of the knights” the man gave a little bow, his face closed, unreadable. “And last but not least is Jeongin, he is the head of the royal guard”.

“Welcome to our realm miss yn” he said sweetly and you bowed.

Chan pulled a chair by his side and signaled for you to sit in. He wanted to tell you how gorgeous you looked, how beautiful that dress made you look, even more than you already were. He wanted to shower you with compliments and give you everything you wanted but he held himself, he was a king after all, he had to keep his composure.

“Did you enjoy your bath, miss yn? How did you like your dress?” he asked and called in some maids that brought in the food.

“I just felt weird having people watching me bathe, we don't do that in the human realm. And the dress is very gorgeous, thank you” you looked over to your hands as you played with your fingers before looking at him again. “Actually, thank you for everything, you didn't have to do anything. Really”.

“You do not have to thank me for anything, it is my duty as the King to keep the peace between the realms”

“Nevertheless, thank you for your generosity, as you may have noticed I'm not the most… privileged person in my realm, or any realm really,” you left a light chuckle, “I've never been treated so kindly by anyone, I'll be forever grateful for that” Chan smiled, his eyes closing and you noticed he had the cutest dimples in his cheeks. He seemed really young and well presented for a king, who usually were old and ugly out of stress. At least that's what you've heard and saw out of the human king.

The conversation was cut when the maids started to bring an infinite amount of food, your eyes sparkled with the sight and the smell. You didn't know where to look, there was so much food, much more that you ever saw in your life, more than you've ever seen even produced at the bakery. Chan noticed your excitedness and thought it was the cutest thing he saw. You looked like a child seeing candy for the first time, and you probably were seeing that much food for the first time also.

Everyone waited for the King to lift his hand and give his nod, allowing them to serve their plates. You were still a bit shy so you waited for them to serve themselves first, noticing how much everyone was going to put in their plates. As soon as everyone had their plates full, you grabbed a few things, not wanting to look like a starved person, even though you were, and the growling sound of your stomach snitched you.

When the first bite touched your tongue it was out for you. You lost the game you were playing against yourself. You started devouring the food, eating it like you haven't eaten in months. The chicken tenders, the mashed potato, the whatever it was that orange sauce you never saw in your life, everything was entering your stomach in a rush, as if they would escape you.

After a while you then noticed pairs of eyes watching you amused, shocked, enchanted even. Just then you realized you were hunched over the table and eating like an animal. You slowly stopped eating and got back to your normal position, wiping your mouth clean with the back of your hand. Minho handed you a napkin while the other left soft amused chuckles. The heat in your cheeks got back, the warmth burning them out of embarrassment.

“I see you enjoyed our food. I am glad” Chan said between a big smile. You nodded shyly, head instinctively going down, your lap suddenly more interesting. “No need for shyness miss yn, please enjoy as much as you want, we have plenty of it as you can see”.

The four men got back to their own eating and so did you, this time being more careful with your manners, trying to copy them.

Chan and his friends spent the whole dinner talking to each other, almost not acknowledging your presence there if it wasn’t for the king’s stolen glances from time to time. He couldn’t take his eyes out of you, you were so concentrated in the food, enjoying it like it was your last meal on Earth. So naturally beautiful without even trying. The green of the dress really did complement your complexion and made you glow. He was hypnotized by you.

When the dinner and silverware were taken out, the three men said their goodbyes and left the room, leaving you and Chan alone.

There was a moment of awkward silence before he cleared his throat, calling your attention.

“How about we take a walk in the garden?” he asked, his dimple shyly appearing.

“I’d love that”.

The sun was shining high yet the weather was enjoyable and warm, a soft and cold breeze would blow from time to time making the trees and flowers dance swiftly around the two of you. The smell of the flowers hugging you in a calming and welcoming manner, making you feel as if you were wrapped in a soft blanket of them. Making you feel like… home.

Chan and you walked side by side in silence, enjoying each other's company. You noticed how he would look around then look back at you for a while then look back at the sight of the breathtaking garden of his castle.

“So… miss yn, do you have someone to go back to?” you looked at him, head tilting to the side, not sure what he meant with his question. “I mean, do you have a family, parents, siblings, perhaps someone special” the last part came out almost sheepishly out of Chan, he was so curious that he couldn't hold himself. He wanted to keep you to himself.

You denied with your head. “My dad died when I was younger and my mom died not long ago and me and my siblings quite don't talk to each other anymore, each one following different paths” you sighed. A moment of silence falling, Chan's heart squinting thinking you were remembering your lover. “And I don't have any one special, I'm just a farm girl, I have nothing to offer, I don't even have where to live” you shied your face away, suddenly ashamed of yourself.

How a homeless loser like you ended in a daydream like this? You felt like you didn't deserve all that. Chan had been nothing but a sweetheart all this time, offering you his place, his magic, his food, his people, his wealth, and what did you offer back? What did you have to offer back? You felt your heart sink down and break in a million pieces. But better break now then after the damage was done.

“I do not think you have nothing to offer” Chan said, stopping his walk so he could look at you properly.

“I never went to school, so I'm not smart, I’m not delicate or refined like the girls from the human realm, all I can do is bake some bread and pick some fruits” you looked back at him.

“Well, then since you have no one to come back then, why don't you stay here with me some more days and we can prove that you have more to offer than you think?” the king said nonchalant, like he was offering you a glass of water.

You opened and closed your mouth several times but nothing came out, you were at a loss of words. For the first time in your life you didn't have a smart remark or a sassy answer to give.

“So what do you say, miss yn?”

“I honestly invited you to stay here with me to spend time with me, if I knew that after I taught you how to ride you were going to spend most of your days here, I'd never taught you” he heartily laughed, his hands crossed on top of the door of the stable where you brushed the horsehair with so much care and love.

You turned over to look at the owner of the voice and smiled widely.

It was approximately three weeks since you decided to accept Chan's crazy invite. And it was the best thing you ever did. Not only were you living a princess’ life, but you were being taught so many new things by Chan, his employees and friends. You were taught how to read - still working on this one -, taught how to paint, how to play archery, play chess and how to ride the horses. And on top of all that, you were really getting to know Chan, and he was getting to know you.

“Are you free for a ride today, good sir?” you asked.

“For you? Always” you felt your cheeks heat and just nodded, not knowing how to respond to his flirtatious answers.

A thing you've learned about the king was that he was flirty, and you didn't know if it was just a joke between acquaintances or if he really was flirting. All you knew was that he made you weak in the knees, flirting or not. He had a power over you that you had yet to see something so strong and powerful. Many nights you caught yourself dreaming about him, waking up soaked in sweat and panties drenched. You felt so bad. So dirty. How could you think these things about the man that so kindly took you in? Took care of you? Helped you?

“Ready?” his voice took you out of your trance.

“Ready”.

You two hopped on the horses and rode down the hills that surrounded the castle, enjoying the view and each other's company. The weather was, as always, breezy and warm, the leaves of the trees making their dance as if accompanied you. You just stopped when you arrived by the river, the horses drinking the crystal water as you decided to rest a little at the shadow of the trees.

“The view here is really beautiful” you said looking to the horizon, admiring all the land below, the little houses from the villages looking like tiny mushrooms.

“Not as you” Chan said, his smirk making its infamous appearance.

“You should stop doing this, Chan” you said before you could control yourself.

“Doing what?’’

“Flirting”

“Why?” he took a step closer. You didn't retreat.

“Because… Because you make people confused with what you mean” another step.

“Why are you confused?” he licked his lips and looked at your eyes like he was looking right into your soul.

“Be-because you keep flirting and I don't know what you want” he was so close that you could swear that he would be able to hear your heartbeats.

“I thought I was being very open about my intentions” he was then practically glued to you, a few centimeters from your bodies to touch. He leaned to your ear so he could whisper and just his breathing made you shiver. “Can I touch you?” his question caught you a bit off guard but you nodded nonetheless. He circled his arm around your waist and finally pulled you close to his body, glueing you to him. The action ripping a squeal from you. “I hope this makes it very clear”.

He looked down at your lips as if asking for permission, to which you nodded. But when he was leaning to kiss you, the horses started to neigh, announcing the arrival of someone else.

“Sir, I'm sorry to bother, but we have a problem” it was Jeongin, his face was red, almost scared.

Chan, who had let go of your body quickly with his friend's arrival, instantly was on top of his horse ready to go back to the castle.

The two men left you behind, running fast with their horses. You decided to stay a little more at the clearing by the river. You had packed a few things with you, so you were good for a few hours at least while Chan dealt with his problem.

The sun was setting when you set your feet back at the castle, ready for a long bath. But when you arrived at your room you found Chan sitting in your bed with the most desolated face you've ever seen these past few days.

“Chan?” you asked and his head turned up, looking at you, a faint smile appearing. “Everything alright? Why are you here?” he lifted himself and hugged you, his nose nuzzling in your neck, smelling your scent, the smell of your skin addicting yet calming to him.

“I needed you” he hugged you tighter and you returned the hug, hugging his waist.

“I'm here now, sh…” he sighed. “Wanna talk about what happened?” he denied, still buried in your neck. “I know a way I can help you relax” he finally left your neck, puzzled.

You reached for his mouth, leaving a soft peck on his chapped lips. He blinked a few times before grabbing you by your waist and bringing your body close to his, hands flush against your plush skin.

“You cannot do that and expect me to accept just that” you giggled.

His other hand grabbed the nape of your neck and finally brought your face against his, colliding your lips together. He guided the kiss, slow, gentle, the plush lips moving like a melody and its lyrics. Hands dancing a freestyle dance against each other's bodies. Chan asked for permission to deepen the kiss by gently licking your lips, which you gladly permitted. The kiss started to get more urgent, tongues dancing a beautiful tango inside your mouths, sparks flying from your insides.

He started to gently pull you two to the bed. He fell sat when he felt the mattress hit the back of his legs, breaking the kiss. The king looked at you, smile planted on his lips, dimples deep. Your cheeks burning from both the action and shame. He gently caressed your sides until his hands were on your waist, pulling you to his waist. He was always so gentle and careful with you, as if you were gonna break, made of glass.

Chan helped you straddle his lap, hands wandering your barely covered by the dress legs, the soft skin shivering under his calloused touch. All so soft. All so new to you.

You grabbed his face between your hands and started to kiss him again, addicted to his taste and his air. He instantly and gladly retributed the kiss, one hand squeezing your thigh, the other bringing you closer to him by your back, holding you by the base of your neck, the grabbing a little tighter there, making you feel tingles all over your body.

You kept just kissing for a while, enjoying each other's presence, body, touch. But it was when you grinded a little in his lap and left a little whine that he lost his composure. Chan broke the kiss, hugged your waist and turned your bodies over, laying you both in bed, him hovering over you. He fixed your hair and placed a peck on your lips.

“I want to take this further” he nuzzled in your neck, smelling the faint musky smell that was already starting to get out of your pores. He loved that smell. “Will you allow me?” he asked, muffled by your neck, almost as if he was ashamed to look at your face and you melted at him, his softness. You grabbed his face between your hands again, putting the strands of his longish hair behind his ears and caressing the points of his elf ears, they were so endearing to you.

You deposited a soft kiss on his lips, and smiled, nodding. The smile that left the king's mouth was one of the most beautiful you've ever seen and you wished your brain could take pictures and capture that moment forever.

Chan kissed you again, this time more urgent, hard, as if you were going to run away at any minute, slip away from his hands like sand. His tongue fought with yours but it always won, dominating and guiding the kiss. Not that you complained, you were loving it, your body responding to every stimulus, heating up fast, tingles running down your skin through your bloodstream.

He started to slip under your dress, caressing and squeezing your thighs, taking a sigh from you.

“Can I take your garments off?” you nodded, incredibly hot already.

He started to slowly - too slow for your taste - take the piece of fabric out of your body, leaving you with your chest exposed to him and underwear. Chan admired the sight in front of him, you, sprawled in the bed, half naked, all just for him. He looked at you, eyes already dark and dilated, pleading, and you nodded, grabbing his hands and bringing to your chest. When his fingers felt the soft skin under them he left a deep sigh, his dick growing impossibly hard under his pants. But he needed to be patient, he didn't know your limits and he didn't want to scare you away.

“You are perfect, yn” he whispered, more to himself but you could listen. “I'll take care of you tonight”.

The king lowered himself and kissed your lips quickly, hands still on your boobs. His lips started to go down, to your chin, neck and finally to your chest. He gave a long lick at the valley of them before assaulting the left one. He licked, sucked and grazed his teeth. You were completely lost in the new feelings. And you couldn't control the whines that left your body, even when you tried to cover your mouth with your hands, embarrassed.

“Do not hold it, baby, let it all out I want to hear how good I make you feel” the way he spoke to you, his husky voice, the nickname, everything made you even hotter and the tingle between your legs stronger and a loud moan left your lips. Chan left a satisfied smile between sucks and licks.

He kept his assault on your chest for a while, making sure to give both of them enough love but also he could enjoy the little shy whimpers you left. But when he decided he was done, he lowered himself, kissing your tummy until it reached the waistband of your underwear and he removed slowly, excruciatingly slowly. Then you were completely bare in front of him, but you couldn't care less, all you wanted was for him to give what you wanted. And what you wanted was for that fire inside to stop.

Chan looked over at you and the scene was perfection to him: you bare to him, chest raised up with heavy breathing, head thrown back, mouth agape, legs squeezed together trying to get some friction. You were a sight to behold and he was glad you were only his.

He gently opened your legs, positioning himself in between them, knees on the ground, as if he was about to pray to the most beautiful goddess. He softly and slowly touched your vulva with his index and middle finger and you squirmed, legs trying to close between his broad shoulders. He started to spread your own wetness all around and you couldn't control your own sounds, the feeling was too much, too good, too overwhelming. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Sh… It is alright, baby, I am here, I will make you feel good, ok? Do you trust me?” you nodded rapidly and let go of his wrists. “Good girl, now I will touch you, ok? Do as much noise as you want, I want to know that you are feeling good” you nodded again and took a deep breath.

Chan touched you back but this time you were more aware and prepared. His fingers started slow and caressing all the extension of your vulva, spreading the juices and making you more wet than you already were. After a little doing this he concentrated his touch in your clit, making irregular shapes and movements in the little bundle of nerves, making you jolt your hips off of the bed. A louder moan flying off of your lips. He held you down by your tummy and kept his movements, going slow before adding speed. You were so sensitive that these mere movements were making your legs twist and shake. But he wasn't not even close to satisfied. He lowered his fingers to your hole, teasing the entrance a little before entering it with just one first. It was all so overwhelming for you, you felt like you were melting in his hands, a fire burning in your stomach, your legs giving in, you couldn't feel them anymore. You were completely at his mercy and you were loving it.

He was fucking you with his finger slowly, carefully. His middle finger knuckles deep inside your gummy walls and all he could think was how it would feel around his dick, that was leaking precum pressed inside the confinements of his clothes. The king took his finger out, earning an annoyed moan out of you, making him chuckle before he inserted the finger back together with the index, stretching your walls deliciously. There was pain but it was completely wrapped by pleasure. You couldn't stop moaning and whining, and Chan loved your noises, he wanted to record those so he could listen after.

The man couldn't hold himself and his promise of making it easier for you to handle and joined his mouth to the party. He wanted to taste you so bad. And he did not regret a single second of it. His mouth ate you like he was a starved man. His lips sucking your clit, licking it, flicking it, making it their own little personal toy. All that while fucking your hole with his fingers. You felt so overwhelmed, heated, your cheeks, your chest, everything burned, but especially your tummy, it felt like it was about to explode at any moment.

Chan kept fucking and eating you until he felt your walls squeeze his fingers and he felt you tremble entirely, a loud crooked moan leaving your lips and he knew you had came for the first time in the night. He retreated his fingers and mouth from you, earning a whine that made him chuckle, letting you breathe and recover from the orgasm. He laid by your side on the bed, his breathing as erratic as yours.

After a while recovering, you turned to the side to look at him. “Chan…” you called him, hand going to his chest. “I want… more” he chuckled at your sudden shyness. He turned to his side so he could look better at you, putting a strand of your sweaty hair behind your ear.

“Can you handle it today?” you nodded, a gleam in your eyes, something he had never seen in anyone before, maybe because he had never been with a human before you. “I swear you will be the death of me, miss yn”.

He rolled on top of you, making you giggle. His smile prodding from his lips, his dimples deep on his cheeks. He kissed your lips slowly, tongue entering your mouth with expertise now, an explorer who already knew the territory. You responded without hesitation, already expecting that kiss. Hoping for it.

You started to try and take his shirt off and he understood what you wanted, separating from you and unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, making his torso naked in all its glory. His chest chiseled and well sculpted that you couldn't help but bring your hands to feel it under your fingers, the muscles tensing under your curious touch, your short nails grazing from top to bottom, making him shiver and bite his bottom lip.

“I think you are too dressed up” you said in a burst of confidence, taking a sincere chuckle out of him.

“I think too, why don't you help me?” you nodded eagerly, lifting from your place on the bed and staying on your knees on the edge of it. Chan lifted from the bed and waited for you to do your job.

You carefully grabbed the waistband of his jeans and opened his button, slower than he wanted though. When you pulled his dress pants down you almost gagged with the size of the volume in his briefs, for how long was he holding his penis this hard. You finally pulled his underwear down and he hissed from having his member finally free. The thing was rock hard, bouncing a little, in all its glory. It was big, thick, slightly curved upwards. You were so static looking at it that Chan had to break the spell it had on you by lifting your head by your chin and making you look into his dark eyes.

“Like what you see, baby?” you nodded and he kissed you again, hungrily this time, pushing you back to the bed.

He kept kissing you while his hand went to his dick and started to tease you, rubbing his dick to collect your wetness. You whined into the kiss and rubbed yourself into him, wanting more friction. Chan broke the kiss and glued your foreheads, as if he silently asked for permission, for which you nodded.

Slowly and gently Chan started to invade your hole, just his head entering, the stretch burning from inside out. He was so gentle with you, letting you get used to the feeling of his thick cock inside of you, so different from his fingers. Hurting yet so delicious.

You gently tapped his arm after a while when you thought you were good to go. He slowly started to move and he could swear your face was the sexiest thing he ever saw. He had barely done nothing and you already had your head thrown back and eyes rolled back. You left a loud moan when he finally put everything in, giving again time for you to get used. He knew that if your walls kept pulsating around him the way they were he wouldn't last long, but he needed to bear it. For you. The moment was all about you.

You pulled him to lay on top of you, arms hugging him close to your chest, hands playing to the tips of his pointy ears, making him even more sensitive than he already was. “Move” you whispered lowly in his ear, your breath, the sensuality and neediness in your voice making him shiver down his spine despite the droplets of sweat already forming there.

He let go of your embrace to get in a better position to both move and see your face while doing it, he wanted to see it all, he wanted to imprint in his brain the moment he made you his. He finally moved, taking a bit of his dick out before putting it back in slowly. Your mouth opened but not a sound came out. He did it again. And again. Every time taking more of it out before putting it back in. His swaying and rolling. His movements calculated to be both slow and strong. When he felt you were more comfortable he started to move faster and deeper, earning sweet little sounds from you.

You were basically limp in his arms, surrendered to the moment. He was making you feel so good, all of you was his now, your body , soul and heart. If you thought you had a silly little crush on the king before, now it was more than proved that it was more than a crush. Being able to give yourself fully to someone was something that you never thought you were able to do, and then there you were.

You felt the burning in the pit of your stomach start to grow again and Chan felt your walls starting to flutter around his member. He was holding himself for a while, wanting to cum with you. He moved one of his hands to your clit, playing with it and it was your end, your second orgasm coming like a non-ending wave washing over you, legs shaking and trembling, eyes rolling back as Chan held you in place and helped you ride it down.

Before he could overstimulate you, he took his dick off and started stroking it, coming seconds after in your belly, the white spurts painting your complexion.

He grabbed his shirt and cleaned it from you, discarding the piece of clothing on the ground and laying by your side. He hugged you and brought you to lay your head on his firm chest.

Both of you stood laid like that for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and listening to each other's labored breathing to calm down. Your fingertips drawing abstract shapes on his chest, his hand caressing your arm while he would eventually leave little kisses on the top of your head.

“I think I cannot let you go back” he finally confessed after a while. You turned to look at him.

“And I think I don't want to go back home” you answered. “I don't even have a home to go back to” you confessed.

“Then it is decided, you will stay here at our realm and become my queen”

“But I'm a human? Won't they be against it?” you lifted yourself a little so you could look at him, crossing your arms in his chest.

“That is a they problem, I am their king and I made my choice” he pinched your nose. “I will cut whosoever head is against us” you laughed at him, giving him a peck on his lips.

“I like you very much Chan” you admitted, going back to lay in his arms.

“I like you very much too, miss yn”.

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