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This is 1000% a rewrite of this series, I read through it recently to refresh my memory of the story and I actually died a little inside knowing this is how I wrote 3 years ago 😅 I deeply apologise so please this is my redemption post.

Soft Dom Bangchan x Female Reader Sub!

Genre: Dark Romance

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings: use of sex toys, orgasms, sexual content included I am going to say this is strictly 18+ MDNI fan fiction.

Summary: In a world where submissives crave dominance and dominants seek out their submissives, a thrilling tension brews when deep emotions start to intertwine with binding contracts. What happens when the lines blur between desire and duty? Can a contract stay just a contract when the flames of passion ignite? As love weaves its way into the dynamic, are they prepared to face the tumultuous journey of balancing hearts and agreements? The stakes have never been higher—will they surrender to love, or will they fight to keep it in check?

A/N: would also like to dedicate this story to @daceydeath thank you for always putting up with my deluluness, also thank you for putting up with my drama fill life honestly. I wouldn’t be still writing if it wasn’t for you encouraging me.

Y/N POV

Did he really kiss me and just walk out? The thought reverberated through your mind like a persistent echo, gnawing at your reason as you tried to make sense of it all. The image of his lips brushing against yours played on repeat, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within you—confusion, excitement, and a hint of disbelief.

Noah lounged against the counter, arms crossed, a teasing grin plastered across his face that hinted he was savouring the moment. "Well, isn’t your little boy toy... something?" he remarked, his tone light and playful. His eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity, clearly eager to pry into the details of what had just transpired.

You rolled your eyes, attempting to pull your focus back to the stock-taking book laid out in front of you. The numbers and inventory lists blurred momentarily as your mind drifted back to the kiss. "Drop it, Noah. He’s not my boy toy," you retorted, fighting back a smile despite your best efforts to appear annoyed.

"Okay, okay… touchy subject, I see! My bad," he chuckled, hands raised in mock surrender as he stepped back, relenting for the moment. With a final wink, he disappeared into the back room to fetch some items, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and the lingering warmth of the unexpected kiss.

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As the afternoon stretched on, a thick stillness settled in the store, creating a surreal atmosphere broken only by the occasional jingling of the doorbell as a few customers meandered in and out. The soft hum of the overhead lights filled the silence, casting a warm glow that contrasted with the growing shadows in the corners. Noah gathered his belongings and slipped out of the door around 3:30 PM, leaving you solitary behind the counter. With the fading sound of footsteps echoing in your ears, you found yourself lost in thought, contemplating the unexpected twist that had altered the course of your day.

Looking at your watch, you see it is 4:50 in the afternoon. When the doorbell jingles, you look up, somewhat annoyed.

As you entered the store, you heard a familiar voice call out, “Hi, sorry…. I’m early.” You turned to see Chris waving at you from across the room, a warm smile spreading across his face. Your own expression softened at the sight of him.

“I’m going to take a look,” he said, gesturing towards the brightly lit section filled with an array of colourful sex toys. The moment his gaze landed on the display, you felt a flush creep up your cheeks, realising the playful nature of his exploration.

Feeling mischievous, you decided to tease him a little. With an innocent smile, you asked, “Can I help you with something in particular?” Your tone was light, but underneath it was a genuine curiosity about his intentions.

He hesitated for a moment, clearing his throat before responding. “I’m looking for a wand vibrator,” he said, his voice slightly strained, as if he was nervous about admitting it.

“Oh, excellent...is it for your girlfriend?” you shot back, your words dripping with playful sarcasm. You couldn’t help but enjoy the moment, watching as Chris's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. This unexpected conversation had certainly taken a turn, and you were eager to see where it would lead.

“Oh, something like that,” he replies casually, his footsteps echoing softly as he follows closely behind you through the vibrant aisles of the store.

You pause and turn to him with a playful glint in your eye. “How about this one… the Magic Wand vibrator?” With a flourish, you lift the sleek, shimmering wand from its display, its elegant contours catching the light just right.

His eyebrows raise in interest, a smirk playing on his lips. “Is that the Extra Powerful Multi-speed one?” His knowledge of the products surprises you, and his comment leaves you momentarily speechless, considering the confidence with which he speaks.

“Absolutely! That’s the one!” you respond, enthusiasm blooming in your smile as you nod, your heart racing at the exchange.

“Perfect, I'll take that,” he says with a satisfied grin, his hand already moving to fish a wallet out of his pocket, the sound of coins softly jingling with the motion.

“What colour do you desire, sir?” you say with a playful grin, leaning slightly closer.

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he responds, “Ahh, but what colour do you want?” It’s clear from his tone that this would be a toy he intended to use on you, and the implication sends a thrill down your spine.

You take a moment to consider, then respond with a confident smile, “Personally, I believe you can never go wrong with matte black.” You turn your head slightly, catching his gaze as he assesses your response.

“Perfect choice! Matte black it is,” he replies with enthusiasm, his smile wide as he leads you over to the counter. After a quick transaction, he flashes a grin at you and makes his way to the door. “I’ll be outside,” he says over his shoulder, the little bells at the top of the door jingling one last time as he exits.

Once you finish closing the shop, you step outside to find Chris leaning casually against his car, an easy confidence radiating from him. He flashes you a charming smile and asks, “Diner?” as he pulls you into his embrace, your hips fitting perfectly against him.

You can’t help but tease, “I thought you wanted me to look at your house,” wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his body and the way his presence envelops you.

"We can grab some takeout," he said with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss. You felt a rush of exhilaration, but instead of giving in, you wanted to tease him a bit longer. Denying a dominant partner, the pleasure they craved was the ultimate act of defiance, and you were fully embracing that bratty spirit.

With a deliberate motion, you pushed your body away from him, breaking the connection as you watched the realisation dawn on Chris. He sat up straight, an expression of mild surprise mixed with a hint of irritation crossing his face. "Alright then, get in. We’re going to get takeout," he said, his tone attempting to convey indifference, yet you could sense the underlying annoyance at your playful disrespect.

He took a moment to regain his composure, his posture stiffening as he walked around to the other side of the car, noticeably refraining from opening your door as he usually did. You could tell he was trying to maintain a facade of calm, but the slight tightening of his jaw revealed just how unimpressed he really was with your teasing antics.

The car ride was enveloped in an almost palpable silence, the kind that makes the air feel thick and heavy. As you pulled up to a Korean takeaway restaurant, the neon sign flickered vibrantly in the evening light. Chris, eager and slightly restless, unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped out of the car. “Stay there,” he instructed with a hint of urgency in his voice. You watched him disappear inside, your eyes drifting over the colourful menu displayed in the window.

A couple of minutes felt like an eternity as you waited, the aroma of the restaurant wafting through the air and teasing your senses. When Chris finally returned, he slid back into the car, his hands full of takeout bags. He handed them over to you, and the delicious scent of kimchi fried rice hit you like a wave, making your stomach growl audibly in response.

Chris glanced over, a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry…I didn’t eat lunch,” you admitted, his fingers curling tightly around the steering wheel as if he were holding onto something more than just the car. There was a hint of guilt in his voice, which added to the unresolved tension you sensed in the air.

“We will talk about your eating habits after dinner,” he remarked, steering into his driveway. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern; how had you not realised how close his house was to your workplace? It was a surprising revelation that only added to the discomfort of the evening.

As you arrived, you noticed once again that Chris didn’t get out to open your car door or offer to help you carry the food into his house. A creeping thought crossed your mind: was this behaviour some sort of indirect punishment? You couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, and you began to wonder what could have led him to treat you this way. Why would he want to punish you? A knot formed in your stomach as you contemplated this unsettling question.

“Just place them on the counter,” Chris instructed with an air of casual authority, his hands deftly grabbing plates and spoons from the kitchen drawers. “Help yourself,” he added, lifting the lids of the containers with ease. The aroma of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, filling the cosy kitchen. As someone with an inherent need to assert control over your partner's eating and drinking habits, you felt the weight of responsibility that came with the role. You decided to test his patience by placing a mere spoonful of food on your plate, your eyebrows raised in mischievous defiance. But Chris didn’t flinch or protest, his expression revealing nothing; he simply continued preparing his own meal. A flicker of determination ignited within you; you would try your utmost to irritate him, especially since he had chosen to adopt that teasing attitude.

“Ha, I play this game better than you think,” you mused to yourself with a smirk.

You carried your modestly filled plate over to the table where Chris was seated, his eyes focused on his heaping portion. As you took a bite of the small amount of food, you noticed him glance your way, an eyebrow raised. "Is that all you are having?" he asked, teasingly as he dug into his own hearty meal with gusto.

You merely nodded, the corners of your mouth twitching with mischief. Chris shook his head disapprovingly at you, a playful frown marring his handsome face. “I’m not that hungry,” you replied with a cheeky grin, your voice light and airy.

“Is that why your stomach was growling in the car earlier?” he questioned, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he recognised your bratty antics.

“Give me your plate,” he commanded, extending his hand toward you.

With a dramatic sigh, you reluctantly surrendered your plate to him. Chris huffed slightly, a smile playing on his lips as he walked over to the counter and expertly piled more rice and succulent meat onto your dish. “I don’t know what your other masters were like, but I like my girls to eat and drink well,” he asserted with a confident grin, already referring to himself as your master. His eagerness was palpable, the thought of you signing the contract seemingly hanging in the air between you.

He returned the plate, placing it firmly in front of you, then sat back down with a satisfied air. “Y/N, don’t tell me I have to come over there and force-feed you,” he teased, taking a large bite of his own hearty portion.

You smiled in response, savouring the playful banter. “No, thank you, Chris,” you replied, picking up your fork to eat the food he had so insistently provided. After finishing his offering, you pushed your plate away, feeling pleasantly full. Chris observed you for a moment before he rose from his seat to take your plate, a satisfied smile crossing his face as he did.

“Now... follow me,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he reached for the bag resting on the table. Inside it lay the wand he had just purchased, its craftsmanship evident even from a distance.

“You wanted to take a peek into my world before signing the contract, right?” he queried, his tone playful yet enigmatic as he fished a set of keys from his pocket. With a soft jingle, he approached a sleek black door that stood in stark contrast to the light surrounding them.

As he turned the key and pushed the door open, a wave of fragrant rosewater incense wafted toward you, wrapping around your senses like a silky embrace. Stepping through the threshold, your eyes were immediately drawn to the soft, ambient glow of purple LED lights that danced across the space, casting an otherworldly hue on the black decor.

The room was a sanctuary of sensuality, fitted with an array of provocative accessories that ranged from expertly crafted whips to an assortment of floggers, each piece reflecting an air of intrigue and mystery. Your gaze fell upon the bedding—rich black sheets that beckoned with promises of both comfort and adventure, inviting exploration into the depths of the unknown. It was a space that whispered secrets and hinted at the thrill waiting too unfold.

“Needless to say,” he says with a confident smirk, “this wand will fit in just nicely.” You can sense a playful tension in the air as you follow him inside, the door creaking slightly as it swings open. The room is warmly lit, casting a cosy glow over the neatly arranged items. You take a moment to glance around, curiosity piqued by the vibrant colours and intriguing shapes of various products displayed on the shelves.

Meanwhile, Chris busily unboxes the vibrator, his hands deftly manoeuvring through the packaging. He carefully removes each layer, revealing the sleek, elegant design of the wand nestled within the box.

As you glanced over at Chris, a mischievous idea began to form in your mind. Your lips curled into a smirk as you recalled that you hadn't signed the contract yet, which meant he was essentially at your mercy. The thought of it thrilled you—what if you could test the limits of his patience and resolve? You imagined all the ways you could push his buttons, each more daring than the last. How far could you stretch this playful confrontation before he finally snapped? The possibilities were tantalising, and you felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of a little harmless troublemaking.

As you carefully remove the flogged from its place on the wall, you feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. The leather glints slightly in the dim light, a reminder of its purpose. Taking a deep breath, you stealthily approach Chris, who is completely absorbed in the intricacies of the wand and the accompanying instructions on how to wield it. His brow is furrowed in concentration, completely oblivious to your approach. You can hear the quiet rustle of the paper as he flips through the pages, his fingers tracing the diagrams. The room is filled with tension, and each step you take feels like a delicate dance of secrecy as you close the distance between you. reaching back, and with a swift flick of your wrist, you flog him on his ass.

Chris stops what he is doing immediately and grips the table. You giggle as you prepare to do it again. Chris says, “Are you sure you want to go down this route…because if you do that again, I can assure you contract aside, I will punish you.”

He turns around and leans back against the sturdy wooden bench he has been working on, the grain of the surface rough against his skin. His expression is a mix of frustration and determination, the tension radiating from him palpable. “I have been rather patient with you today,” he begins, his voice low but firm, each word laced with an edge. “However, your constant disrespectful behaviour towards me is really pushing the limits of my patience,” he says, gritting his teeth as if trying to contain his rising irritation.

You step forward, closing the distance between you, and without a word, you reach out and take the wand from his hand.

“Well then… why don’t you come closer and teach me a lesson?” you challenge, your voice laced with playful defiance as you tease the tip of the wand with the tip of your tongue. The sweet-fragrant air around you seem to crackle with anticipation, and a mischievous glint dances in your eyes.

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, but his response is a shake of his head, infused with a hint of regret. “You know I can’t lay a finger on you without that contract signed,” he replies, his tone a mix of amusement and frustration. There’s an unspoken tension hanging between you, the boundaries of the agreement a palpable barrier that neither of you can ignore, intensifying the air of challenge that envelops you both.

“You’re not touching me; you’re just making contact with the wand,” I declare, flicking it playfully in front of him. It’s a reminder that I always know how to bend the rules to my advantage.

"Hmm, interesting," he remarked, his eyebrows arching in surprise and curiosity.

“Come on, Channie,” you teased, eager to add a spark of excitement to the moment. The question lingered in the air: could he truly handle what you had in mind? It was rather unusual for submissive and dominants to engage in any intimate encounters before a contract was officially signed, but the thrill of the forbidden was tempting.

With a playful smirk, you let your fingers glide along the defined contours of his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. “Stop,” he murmured, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Yet, even as he spoke, Chris made no move to prevent your hands from exploring further, a silent acknowledgment that perhaps he was just as intrigued by the unwritten rules bending around you both.

You lean in close, your lips brushing against his jawline, the warmth of your breath sending shivers through him. “You can’t touch me...but I can touch you,” you whisper, your voice playful yet teasingly defiant.

He turns his head slightly, capturing your gaze with an intense expression. “Y/N...I said stop,” he warns, but the way his body tenses yet remains still betrays his true intentions. The barrier he’s trying to maintain feels fragile, as if he secretly craves the sensation your igniting with each lingering kiss along his jaw.

“Why don’t you try and make me?” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye as he fiddled with his belt buckle, twisting it absentmindedly.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, a hint of confusion lacing his voice. “Where is my sweet girl?” His words hung in the air, heavy with concern. He gulped nervously, his throat tightening, and tilted his head back to gaze at the ceiling, as if seeking answers from God himself.

Chan's voice rumbled like thunder as he growled, his intense gaze locking onto yours. "Clothes off… NOW," he commanded, a sense of urgency lacing his words. The authority in his tone sent a shiver racing down your spine, stirring a mix of apprehension and thrill within you. You could feel the weight of his gaze, demanding and unyielding, as you stood frozen for a moment, grappling with the unexpected intensity of the moment.

“Yes, sir,” you say, pulling away from his body.

You begin by slowly lifting your shirt over your head, feeling the cool air against your skin as it brushes past. As the fabric clears your torso, it reveals the exquisite lace bra you chose to wear this morning. The delicate patterns of the lace shimmer subtly in the light, highlighting its intricate design. The soft fabric hugs your form perfectly, accentuating your silhouette and adding a touch of elegance to your appearance. You can’t help but feel a sense of confidence as you catch a glimpse of your reflection, appreciating how the delicate lingerie complements your overall look.

Chan POV

She takes a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she slowly lifts the hem of her shirt. The fabric slips over her head, revealing her skin beneath, and my heart races in response, pounding loudly in my chest. My palms feel clammy and slick, a reflection of the whirlwind of nerves coursing through me. I can't help but wonder why I feel this way, caught in a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

She slowly starts to undo the first bottom of her pants; I feel my cock begin to twitch inside my jeans. The panic begins to set in as i try to think back to the last time I had regular sex with a woman. I can’t help but think about how unprepared I am for this moment.

“Alright, go lay down on the bed,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. My heart races, and I can feel a heat rising in my cheeks. The way she’s teasing me, slowly peeling off her clothes, is pushing my limits, and I’m worried that if she continues, I won’t be able to maintain my composure. I take a deep breath, attempting to play it cool, but every glance in her direction only intensifies my desire. She’s got a magnetic charm that’s making it increasingly difficult to focus.

I watched as she crawled up the bed, her perfectly shaped ass just begging to be smacked. She spread her legs as she turned around to lean against the headboard. I gulped at the sight of her, my mouth watering just thinking about what she could taste like. "What should I do now, sir" her eyes connected with me for guidance, trying hard to hold myself together.

"Show me how you play with yourself," Licking my lips anxiously. My thoughts are racing I need a moment to think; if I do end up fucking her and she decides not to sign this contract, in absolutely fucked. My whole career could be on the line. This will give me time to think. What should I do?

Her moans snapped me out of my thoughts, pulling me back to reality. My eyes widened as she started to stimulate her clit with the wand. My throat dries as I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat. "Sir…..am I doing okay?" Her moans cause my cock to strain against my pants, begging for me to release it.

"F-uck baby girl you are doing so well" I praise softly as I slowly approach the bed, my movements deliberate and calculated, much like a wild animal stealthily stalking its prey. Each step is measured, my body crawling up the bed, feeling the excitement build within me as I draw closer. The sheets ripple invitingly, and I can almost sense the warmth of the space waiting for me. The dim light dances across the room, casting shadows that enhance the thrill of the chase, making every pulse quicken with anticipation.

Y/N POV

Grabbing the wand from your hand Chris begins to apply pressure to your clit, bucking your hips against the vibrating wand, sending burning jolts of pleasure through your body, as you begin to play with your nipples. “Please”, you whine as your body begins to heat up from all the stimulation.

“Once you sign that contract,” he said, a sly grin slowly spreading across his face, as if anticipating the opportunity that lay ahead. The glimmer in his eyes hinted at a mix of excitement and mischief, revealing he believed this moment could change everything. "I need you to start fingering yourself.” He growls as he slowly places light kisses down your neck. Spreading your legs wider allowing you to slip two fingers inside your core. "shit" Chris mumbles as his lips hover over your nipples his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

As Chris leans in closer, his lips gently brush against the delicate skin just above your collarbone, with each tender kiss, he slowly makes his way upwards, savouring the warmth of your skin, until finally, his lips meet yours in a soft, lingering embrace. As he continues to move the wand in a circular motion. You gasp as the tension builds in your stomach as you begin to reach your limit. Chris moans into your mouth as you begin to curl your fingers hitting your G- spot perfectly. “Sir, please…I’m about to,”

“Cum for me”, He leans closer, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispers, his voice laced with urgency and desire. You can sense the intensity in the air as you give him a subtle nod, granting him unspoken permission. A rush of warmth travels through your body, igniting every nerve as you respond to his presence. With each movement, you arch your back, feeling a delightful tension build, and draw him in even closer, your bodies nearly melding into one, lost in the moment of the orgasm.

The orgasm sends jolts of pleasure through your body as you gently tug Chris back towards you, your fingers brushing against his cheek, as you lean in for another kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours sends a rush of affection through you, deepening the moment. The world around you fade’s away as you lose yourself in the tenderness of the kiss, savouring the sweet connection that lingers between you.

“I’ll leave so you can get dressed,” he said, rising from the bed with a gentle smile. You instinctively reached out, trying to pull him back down, but he was already too quick on his feet. The warmth of his presence began to fade as he stepped away, leaving you with a mixture of lingering emotions. You realised that he didn’t owe you any aftercare—this wasn’t something you had explicitly discussed—but a part of you truly yearned for that tender reassurance after the intensity of the experience you had just shared. The air was thick with unexpressed thoughts, and as you sat there, you couldn't help but wish for a moment more of connection before the solitude set in.

Chan POV

“Oh god,” I muttered, feeling a wave of panic wash over me. My heart raced as I glanced around, realising it wasn’t supposed to unfold like this. I had envisioned a different outcome, one where everything went according to plan. But now, chaos surrounded me, and anxiety tightened its grip on my chest, making it hard to breathe. How did things spiral so quickly out of control?

“Damn it,” I mutter under my breath as I turn on the faucet, the cool water splashing against my face, sending a refreshing shock through me. I take a moment, letting the droplets trickle down, slowly easing the tension that had been building inside me. My heart starts to settle as I regain my composure.

With a sigh, I glance over at the remnants of the struggle Y/N's hands had worked so fervently to try and pull off my belt, desperation dancing in her eyes. I can still feel the lingering tension in the air as I carefully reach down to buckle up my belt once more, the leather feeling familiar and secure against my waist. It’s a routine action, yet in this moment, it feels oddly significant amidst the chaos that just unfolded.

“Oh fuck…no no no no no,” I say realising I had cum in my jeans. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I run my fingers through my hair, trying to soothe the chaotic strands that have taken on a life of their own. The reflection staring back at me feels foreign, and a wave of embarrassment washes over me, a warm flush creeping up my cheeks. My heart races as I take in the scene before me in the dim light of the bathroom mirror. The messy hair and the look of disbelief in my eyes all combine to create a moment that feels surreal. How did I end up here? I can't help but wonder, feeling both vulnerable and exposed as I confront the reality of the situation.

“I need to change my outfit,” I say, scanning the room for something more comfortable. The fabric of my current clothes feels restrictive against my skin, making me acutely aware of the tightness around my shoulders and waist. I long for the soothing embrace of soft cotton, so I turn my attention to the drawers, hoping to find a pair of cosy sweatpants and a relaxed top.

I start rummaging through the assorted clothing items, my fingers brushing against various fabrics as I search for the perfect pieces. The drawers are a chaotic mix of worn-out clothes and a few neatly folded items. My heart races with anticipation as I sift through my favourites, imagining how wonderful it will feel to slip into something far more comfortable.

As I dig deeper, I come across a baggy T-shirt that I had almost forgotten about. Holding it up to the light, I notice its faded colour and soft texture. “I wonder if she needs new clothes,” I mumble under my breath, recalling a conversation about her wardrobe. I gently place the shirt aside, determined not to lose focus on my mission.

Finally, a triumphant smile spreads across my face as I spot the perfect combination: a pair of soft, well-worn sweatpants in a comforting shade of grey and a loose-fitting, lightly patterned top that is just right for relaxing. “Yes, perfect,” I say to myself, elated with my find.

I quickly shed my current outfit, letting the restrictive fabric fall away. The moment I slip into the warm, welcoming cotton of my new choice, a wave of comfort washes over me. It feels like a gentle hug, and I can't help but smile as I admire my reflection, feeling a sense of relief as I finally look the part of someone ready to unwind.

I stepped into the living room, clutching the soft black baggie shirt in my hand, its fabric cools against my skin. The moment I entered, her radiant smile brightened the entire room, overwhelming me with warmth and affection. I made my way over to her, the anticipation of our little moment swelling in my chest. Leaning down, I gently placed a kiss on her forehead, feeling the slight flutter of her eyelashes against my lips.

“Here, you look uncomfortable… put this on,” I suggested, offering her the shirt. She reached up, her fingers lightly grazing my cheeks as she pulled me closer, her kiss soft and lingering. “There’s my sweet girl,” I whispered, my heart swelling with love as I pulled back to meet her gaze. Her eyes sparkled with delight, and in that moment, everything felt perfectly right.

“Go ahead and put this on,” I urged softly, gently taking her hands in mine and guiding the soft fabric toward her. As our eyes met, I cupped her face in my palms, feeling the warmth of her skin radiating beneath my fingertips, a connection that sent a flutter through me. “We can talk when you come back,” I promised, trying to convey the weight of my sincerity through my gaze. A pregnant silence enveloped us, rich with unspoken understanding and a hint of anticipation, before she turned away, a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips as she disappeared into the bathroom to change.

Moments later, she emerged, the fabric of her shirt gliding gracefully across her thighs, the hem teasingly short yet elegantly stylish. A playful gleam sparkled in her eyes, and her brows arched slightly in curiosity as she met my gaze. “Where is the contract?” she inquired, her voice smooth and assertive, like honey drizzling over a warm biscuit.

I gestured toward the table, where the meticulously organised document lay beside a glass of water, the sun catching the edges and casting a soft glow. She moved with purpose, each step deliberate and soft on the hardwood floor, her fingers wrapping around the pen with a delicate grace that belied her assuredness.

After a moment, she sauntered over to the couch, her intentions unmistakable as she nestled herself onto my lap. The unexpectedness of the move sent a jolt of adrenaline through me—“Okay, this is happening… play it cool,” I reminded myself internally, drawing in a steady breath to compose my racing heart.

With the contract now clutched closer to her, the faint rustle of paper broke the heavy silence that had settled in the room. The flickering overhead light emphasised the furrow in her brow, a clear indication of her deep concentration as she meticulously combed through each detail, her eyes dancing over the lines as if uncovering a hidden treasure. Each clause hovered between us, thickening the atmosphere with a palpable tension, and she paused occasionally, jotting notes in the margins, all the while her mind racing as she weighed her options.

Finally, piercing the stillness, she looked up, the pen momentarily clenched between her teeth. “So, do I get my own room?” she asked, her tone casual yet tinged with curiosity, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

A flicker of disappointment surged through me. I had hoped, perhaps selfishly, that she would choose to stay in my room, where the inviting master suite awaited with its plush bedding and softly glowing lamps, each corner whispering comfort. I wondered if her choice indicated a desire for distance or if it was merely practical. The thought lingered uncomfortably, making the moments that followed feel charged with significance.

“Uhhh, yeah… I have a spare bedroom available for you,” I replied, forcing a smile to brighten my expression despite the turmoil in my chest. She glanced at me momentarily before redirecting her attention back to the book in her lap, her eyes scanning the words with keen intent. “I swear she’s doing this on purpose,” she muttered, her brow furrowing slightly as she read. I couldn’t believe it; despite having an entire spacious, inviting room at her disposal just down the hall, she had chosen to curl up on my lap instead. The weight of her presence was warm and comforting, igniting a mix of surprise and delight within me, illuminating the space between us with an undeniable spark.

"Also, what are the rules of the playroom?" she inquired softly, her voice barely a whisper as she shifted to nestle more comfortably in my lap. A wave of tension coursed through me, causing my muscles to tighten involuntarily. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice, but the words felt heavy on my tongue. “You must never enter the playroom when I’m not around... If I catch you in there, you will be punished” My heart raced as I was trying to concentrate on not getting a boner.

My fingertips brushing circles on her thigh as my other curls around her hip keeping her on my lap for as long a possible, the softness of her skin underneath my fingertips sends shivers down my spine.

“Are there any other kinks I should know about?” She asked, her gaze piercing and unwavering as it locked onto mine, searching for honesty.

I hesitated for a moment, my thoughts racing. “Uhhhh… I, um, have a bit of a thing for watching,” I finally admitted, feeling a mix of vulnerability and excitement as I confessed. “There’s something about observing, the way emotions play out and the dynamics between people—it’s incredibly captivating to me.” My heart beat a little faster as I finished, wondering how she would respond.

“Watch what?” she asked, her brows furrowing slightly as she sought clarification. Her tone indicated she was confused, eager to understand what specific event or action she was being invited to observe.

“Everything….getting dressed…having sex… masturbation.” A warm flush crept across my cheeks, a vivid hue of embarrassment igniting as I imagined her probing me with those questions. The heat spread rapidly, making my heart race as I struggled to find a response.

With a curious glint in her eyes, she glanced back at the paper, then asked, “Is there anything else?” as she turned her attention fully to the page in front of her.

“Orgasm control” It feels like I've unleashed a torrent of words, an unfiltered stream of thoughts flooding out as I confide in her. Each sentence spills forth like a dam breaking, revealing all my hidden feelings and struggles that have been bottled up inside.

“Okay… I’ll sign it,” she said with a tentative smile, her fingers flipping to the back of the document as she took a deep breath. Carefully, she inscribed her name on the dotted line, and as I witnessed her elegant cursive flow across the paper, a rush of excitement surged through me, causing my heart to pound rhythmically in my chest.

“I signed the contract well in advance, perhaps a bit too eagerly,” I thought to myself, a hint of nervous excitement coursing through my veins. But watching her complete this pivotal moment filled me with a sense of anticipation I had longed for.

“Okay… so could you take me home? I have work tomorrow,” she added, her eyes sparkling with warmth as she glanced at me. I couldn’t resist the urge; I gently squeezed her thigh, feeling the soft curve beneath my fingers. This was the moment I had been waiting for, and it felt like the beginning of something extraordinary.

Y/N POV

He gently squeezes your thigh, his touch both tender and electrifying. “Okay… are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?” The question hangs in the air, and your heart races wildly at the invitation, a flutter of excitement mixed with uncertainty. You know that for this to truly work, you must stand firm in your boundaries, despite the temptation swirling around you.

“No…I’ll be back on the weekend, though,” you lean in and give him a desperately needed kiss, his hand wasting no time sliding up my thigh as his lips part before he presses his forehead to yours.

“Alright… but I’m picking you up tomorrow,” he said, his gaze fixed intently on your lips. An electric tension hung in the air, tinged with a sense of anticipation that felt remarkably distinct. Unlike your previous experiences with dominant partners, who maintained strict boundaries, this was something entirely different. Chris’s fingers traced delicate circles on your inner thigh, a gentle touch that sent shivers down your spine. It was surprising to feel such tenderness from someone you had only known for three days, a stark contrast to the rigid control you were accustomed to. In this moment, everything felt both thrilling and unexpected.

“No, you have to focus on your work,” you murmured softly, your fingers gently caressing his cheek. The warmth of your touch was electric, and despite his better judgment, he leaned in closer, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Your heart raced as you felt his fingers hovering tantalisingly close to your dripping underwear, igniting a fire within you.

“Alright… but this Friday night, I’m definitely coming to pick you up,” he said, pulling back with a teasing glint in his eye. You took a deep breath, the tension palpable between you, and slowly rose from his lap, aware that you needed to regain control before things spiralled any further.

“Okay, Friday it is.” The words hung in the air, but they hadn’t deterred Chris. Instead, he stood up, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a thrill down your spine. He tenderly cupped your cheeks in his warm hands, his thumbs brushing softly against your skin as he leaned in closer.

“Thank you for picking me,” he murmured, his breath mingling with yours just before his lips met yours in a gentle yet electrifying kiss. As his fingers found their way to your hips, he squeezed lightly, a reassuring touch that spoke volumes of his care and intent. You felt him pull you in, the kiss deepening as you melted into him, every bit of tension evaporating.

In that moment, the words Grace had spoken echoed in your mind. You were beginning to understand her. There was a presence in Chris, an unspoken confidence and tenderness that made you realise he might just be the perfect dom you had been searching for.

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 4 months ago

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Soft Dom Bangchan x Female Reader Sub!

Genre: Dark Romance

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: No warnings yet, however, I am going to say this is strictly 18+ MDNI fan fiction.

A/N: would also like to dedicate this story to @daceydeath, thank you for always putting up with my deluluness, also thank you for putting up with my drama fill life honestly. I wouldn’t be still writing if it wasn’t for you encouraging me.

Chapter One

"Are you out of your mind, Grace?" you respond, a mix of disbelief and amusement in your voice. Surely, this can’t be serious—she must be joking, right?

"Absolutely, I mean it." She was your sole ally in this vast world, and there was something undeniably captivating about her dominant nature.

“What!.noooo, please, I’m not looking for one at the moment,” you replied, trying to sound convincing, although deep down, you knew it was a lie. The truth was you did desire a Dom to share laughs, experiences, and quiet moments with. However, the thought of finding a random guy on the internet made you feel uneasy.

Grace was aware of your past experiences and the fears that lingered from them. Your last relationship had left a sour taste in your mouth; he had been a bit too rough, disregarding the boundaries you tried to set. You often replayed those uncomfortable moments in your mind, unsure if you were ready to open yourself up to someone new. The idea of stepping back into the BDSM world felt daunting, and the online scene was even more intimidating. You longed for a genuine connection, but the anxiety of navigating it all made you hesitate.

"I have found a guy I think you will like...he classifies himself as a soft Dom, “As she spoke, her fingers quickly navigated her phone's screen until she found the image she was looking for. With a proud smile, she turned the device towards you, revealing a clear picture of the guy. His features were sharp and striking, framed by tousled hair that suggested a carefree spirit, and his expression was one of warm confidence. You could see the way his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, instantly drawing you in as she eagerly awaited your reaction.

You look closely at the profile photos. He catches your eye. "Grace, please tell me you haven't messaged him?" You watch her mouth curl into a mischievous grin.

"He's here right now." She was such an asshole for doing this to you. "Okay, behave,” she warns, her teeth clenched tightly. With a mix of tension and determination, the young man strides toward the table, his expression revealing a blend of nervousness and curiosity.

"Umm, hi," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a hint of nervousness in his voice. You glance up from your spot, and there, standing before you, a man of about 5 feet 7 inches tall. His brown hair is slightly tousled, falling just above his expressive brow. But it’s his eyes that truly captivate you—rich, warm brown, like molten chocolate, drawing you in with an intensity you didn’t expect. As he awkwardly chuckles, a shy smile breaks across his face, revealing a deep dimple in his left cheek, and he shifts his weight before sitting down beside you. The air feels charged with an unspoken connection, and you can’t help but feel your heart flutter at this unexpected encounter.

"Hello, I'm Chan," he said, extending his hand with a warm smile that momentarily lit up the elegant room. But as he leaned in closer to introduce himself the glass of red wine that grace, had ordered from the bar tipped over, spilling its contents across his Fendi black suit.

"Oh no, not again," he exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise as he quickly lifted the glass, but it was too late. The dark crimson liquid soaked into the fabric, threatening to leave a permanent stain.

Almost instantly, a waiter in a crisp white shirt and black bow tie appeared by your side, looking flustered. "I'm so sorry, sir," he said, his face flushed with embarrassment as he bent down to help with the clean-up. He hurriedly grabbed a stack of napkins and began to dab at the fabric, his movements quick but careful.

"We will get you another glass," the waiter added, waving his hand to signal the bartender to come over and replace the drink.

Chan shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes despite the situation. "No, no, it's quite alright, truly. This was all my fault. I really don’t need another glass, thank you," he replied, waving dismissively.

His gaze shifted back to you, and he hesitated for a moment before continuing. "But perhaps, miss—" He glanced at you with an inquisitive expression, silently asking for your last name to complete his introduction.

"Y/L/N," you replied with a playful smile, confidently shaking your head. "But no, thank you—I don't drink," you said, watching as the waiter redirected his attention to the bartender.

A soft "good girl" slipped from Chan's lips just as he attempted to wipe the wine stain off his jacket.

"Wait, don’t rub it! Dab… let me handle that," you said, leaning in closer, the thrill of the moment pulsating in the air. He met your gaze, his eyes lingering on you, drawn in by the tantalising view.

He carefully extended the jacket towards you, his fingers brushing against the fabric as he offered it. "Thank you, but you really don’t have to go through all this trouble," you replied, though your hands had already instinctively reached for the coat. With a napkin soaked in water from your glass, you began gently dabbing at the dark stain that marred the material.

He watched you intently, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "It’s important to act quickly; it stops the mark from spreading," you explained, your voice calm yet serious.

Just then, Grace, with a resigned sigh, pulled the clasp of her handbag shut with a decisive snap. "Well, this is off to a swimming start… I think I shall be heading out now," she announced, her tone laced with Amusement. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she made her way toward the restaurant door, her exit as swift as the unfolding drama around you.

"I'm really sorry she had you come all the way out here just to meet me," you said, brushing your hair back to clear your view.

He glanced at you, a hint of surprise in his wide eyes. "Honestly, I'm not," he replied, a slight smile tugging at his lips.

You caught his gaze and offered the jacket, carefully passing it back to him. "Just remember to use some stain remover when you get home. Let it sit for about 20 minutes, then give it a soak."

He grinned, taking the jacket, placing it behind him. "Stain remover, let it sit, then soak—got it! Thanks for the tip!"

"So, have you visited this place before?" he asked, a nervous itch at his shoulder blades giving away how he was feeling.

Leaning in closer, you locked eyes with him, feeling the weight of the moment. "I'm going to cut to the chase," you said, your voice low and confident. "I know Grace mentioned that I’m looking for a dom, but honestly, after our conversation, I don’t think your quite suited for that role."

Chan raised an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief curling his lips into a smirk. "Oh really? … What makes you think that?" His sudden loss of composure intrigued you, a thrill running down your spine as you recognised the shift in his demeanour.

With a playful giggle, you tilted your head slightly. "Well, for starters, you seem to be struggling to keep it all together," you teased, enjoying the way his confidence wavered under your gaze.

He chuckled, a charming smile spreading across his face as he glanced back down at his menu, the playful banter intensifying the electric tension between you. "Well… you might just have to be the one to keep it together for both of us," he replied, a glint of mischief lighting his eyes.

Curiosity bubbled up inside you as you contemplated where to go from here. With a gracious smile, you leaned back slightly, wanting to gauge his reaction. "Should we hit the reset button on this conversation?" you asked, your voice infused with intrigue. It was clear he was not one to back down easily; the playful challenge hung in the air, inviting exploration.

"I'm Y/N," you said with a warm smile as you extended your hand, ready for a handshake.

"Chan… or you can call me Chris for now," he responded, his eyes locking onto yours as he firmly grasped your hand. There was something reassuring in his grip, a blend of confidence and approachability. "So, tell me, Y/N… what do you like to eat? It's on me, obviously," he added, a playful smirk spreading across his face as if relishing the chance to treat you.

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in your eyes. "Hmmm, if you're paying… I think I might just go for the lobster." A grin broke across your face, the thought of indulging in a luxurious meal making your stomach flutter with anticipation. He chuckled softly, seemingly unfazed by your choice, his gaze wandering back to the menu as he scanned the options with a thoughtful expression.

Suddenly, the same waiter who had attended to you earlier approached your table, a notepad in hand and a charming smile on his face. "Are you ready to order?" he asked, his tone professional yet friendly, clearly accustomed to the rhythm of the restaurant. The atmosphere was filled with the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes.

“I’ll have the eye fillet” Chan said, flashing a warm smile as he looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"And Y/N will have the lobster, right?" he added, confidently placing the order for you. The thought of him being willing to pay for your $100 lobster meal sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and disbelief.

"Oh yes, please!" you replied, returning his smile with one of your own, sweet, and grateful as you addressed the waiter. He nodded politely, jotted down your orders, and then disappeared into the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant, leaving you and Chan in a cosy bubble.

"You honestly didn't have to order me lobster... I could have picked something else," you admitted, leaning in closer to him, the intimacy of the moment warming your cheeks.

Chan leaned in too, a mischievous glint in his eye as he lowered his voice slightly, creating an air of secrecy between you. "The truth is… I'm secretly hoping you don't eat it all so I can have some." The playful confession made your heart flutter; you loved how he relaxed in your company, the tension that once lingered starting to fade away.

"Maybe Grace was right about you," you teased, taking a sip of your water, savouring the cool refreshment as you tried to read the expression on his face, delighting in the rapport that seemed to blossom effortlessly between you two.

"Oh, you think so... hmmm, interesting," he said, leaning back in his chair, his fingers interlaced thoughtfully. “So why did you leave your last dom?” His gaze was steady, encouraging you to share more.

“He uhhhh... he was a sadist,” you began, you voice trailing off as memories flooded back. “I left him because he burnt me pretty bad." The weight of your confession hung in the air, a heavy reminder of a past that felt both distant and achingly close. As you recalled those terrifying times, it felt as though it all happened just yesterday; the emotional scars still fresh in your mind, a painful reminder of a relationship that had spiralled out of control.

"How severe is it?" His voice carried an undertone of concern, mixed with a curious edge that hinted he was trying to grasp just how serious the situation really was. The furrow in his brow and the intensity in his gaze suggested he braced himself for an answer that could change everything.

"Let's just say my back tells a story, “You replied, your tone deliberately flat. The scars weren't merely physical; they were haunting reminders of a past you rarely revealed. You wondered if he would probe deeper or gracefully allow this moment to linger in silence.

"So, fire is definitely a hard boundary for you, then?" His voice softened, now cautious as he delicately navigated a sensitive topic. It was evident he wanted to understand your limits without pushing you into uncomfortable territory.

"Yes, absolutely," you replied, a slow smile breaking through as you started to warm to the idea of Chris as your master.

"Noted," he said, folding his arms thoughtfully. "Did he ever mention anything about being into sadism?"

"No, not at all. He started off charming and sweet. I never would have agreed to play if I’d known. But over time, as our relationship deepened, his obsession with sadism began to surface."

"I'm truly sorry he treated you that way," Chris said softly, his voice filled with empathy as he reached across the table to take your hand in his. His gaze was intense, penetrating your eyes as if searching for a connection. "But if you decide to be with me…I promise I will never put you in a position like that." There was sincerity in his tone that made your heart flutter.

You hesitated for a moment, the weight of his words settling over you. "But it's your turn now," you said, eager to learn more about him. "Why did you leave your last partner?"

A flicker of vulnerability crossed his face. "She left me... There were just certain expectations I couldn't fulfil, things she wanted from me that I couldn't overcome," he explained, his voice tinged with regret. "We came to the conclusion that it was best for her to move on." The admission stirred some unease within you, prompting you to dig deeper. "So, it sounds like… you weren't firm enough for her?"

A nervous tension sparked in the air as he pulled his hand away, his expression shifting as if he were retreating into himself. Just then, the waiter approached with the meals, momentarily breaking the atmosphere.

"Excuse me, sir… would you mind placing both meals in the centre of the table?" you asked, giving the waiter a warm, inviting smile. He nodded in agreement, carefully setting down the beautifully plated steak and lobster in front of you.

"Thank you so much. I truly appreciate it," you said, watching the waiter depart with satisfaction. As you turned back to Chris, you noticed a flicker of admiration in his eyes.

"Here, allow me," you offered, excitedly reaching for a lobster tail. With deft movements, you placed it beside the generous steak. You then sliced the steak in half, transferring one piece onto the lobster plate. After artfully arranging lobster tails atop the steak, you drizzled luscious lobster sauce over the entire presentation.

Once you had skilfully crafted the dish, you presented it to Chris, who looked genuinely captivated, his eyes wide in disbelief.

As he snapped out of his daze, a soft chuckle escaped your lips. "I believe they call this surf and turf."

His smile faltered, replaced with a thoughtful expression. "Thank you. I must be honest with you… I would like to discuss the possibility of a contract."

Chan POV

"Chan, come on, you really have to move on from Vanessa," Changbin asserted as he dramatically dropped onto the well-worn studio couch, the cushions sinking under his weight.

"I’ve moved on, seriously," I scoffed, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"Then what’s the big deal about going on this date?" Changbin asked, tilting his head slightly and shifting to the edge of the couch, his curiosity evident in his expression.

"I don’t know, man... I’m just nervous," I admitted, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "What if she doesn’t like me? What if it all goes wrong? She doesn’t even know it’s supposed to be a date," I continued, my voice trailing off as I felt the weight of uncertainty settle in my chest. As I spoke, Changbin began packing up his headphones, clearly trying to focus on my dilemma.

Changbin was staring at me, his brow slightly furrowed and his eyes wide with confusion, as if he were trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t quite fit.

"It's someone that Grace arranged for me to go on a date with," I explained, trying to keep the details vague. I didn't want to delve into the specifics of how the matchmaking had come about or share my mixed feelings about it.

"Oh, your hot friend Grace," he said with a smile. If only he knew what she was like, she would eat him alive. "When are you planning to hook me up with her?" he continued.

"I'm not… you're not her type" I mean, I wasn't lying. She liked women.

"You just want her all to yourself," he said, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy as he fixed his gaze on the ground, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Anyway," I replied, meeting his eyes with a light smile, trying to shift the conversation away from the tension. "What do you think I should wear? We’re going to a really fancy restaurant, and I want to look the part."

He paused for a moment, considering my question, before finally saying, "Your black suit is stylish. It always fits you perfectly."

……

This brings me to the point where I find myself saying, "I would really like to offer you a contract," and I can't help but wonder, Chan, why do you always act this way? She barely knows you, and here you are, making a complete spectacle of yourself. I couldn't help but notice the advice about the stained shirt—I mean, it was a bold move on her part to share that with me. And the way she offered me half of her food was so generous. I realise that if I don't seize this opportunity now, I might never encounter another submissive like her again.

She smiled politely, a hint of amusement in her eyes, and replied, "I'm flattered…but don't you think you should get to know me a bit better first?" As she said this, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her gesture both casual and intimate, making me realise just how much I wanted to learn more about her.

"I'll be right back," I promised, glancing at her as a smile spread across her face. I knew that Vannesa always kept a stash of hair ties in my car, a little quirk of hers that I had come to appreciate. With a quick stride, I made my way to the parking lot, the cool evening air brushing against my skin.

Once I reached my car, I opened the glove compartment with a soft click. Inside, neatly tucked away among a few scattered receipts and an old parking ticket, were the hair ties — a colorful assortment that Vanessa loved. I picked out a bright pink one, its elastic still strong and ready for action.

"Perfect," I murmured to myself as I closed the compartment and locked my car's door. I turned and made my way back to the restaurant, my heart a little lighter with each step.

As I re-entered the warm, inviting space filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses, I spotted Y/N sitting at our table, her hair slightly tousled. "Here," I said, extending the pink hair tie toward her. "Please… take this."

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she reached for it, the tension in her features easing with a grateful smile. In that moment, I could see how the small gesture meant the world to her.

A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she glanced down, an awkward smile breaking through her initial embarrassment. "Oh wow, thank you… I, umm, totally forgot to bring mine," she admitted, her voice light yet laced with a hint of self-consciousness.

I chuckled softly, remembering my own past. "You know, my ex used to always keep spare hair ties in the glove compartment of the car. I completely forgot they were even there until I saw you struggling with your hair," As I spoke, I took a decisive cut into the perfectly cooked steak on my plate, savouring the moment while trying to ease her discomfort.

"Well, thank you," she replied, returning my gaze with a warm smile.

As she tied her hair up, I couldn't help but notice how the sleek strands came together in a polished ponytail, accentuating the graceful curve of her neck. There was something undeniably captivating about her look, and I found myself drawn to the way the lighting caught her hair, making it shimmer. "I really like you with your hair up," I remarked, feeling a rush of warmth spread across my cheeks as her eyes lit up with my compliment. Her smile widened, and in that moment, the world around us seemed to fade away.

……

As I glanced down at my watch, the glowing numbers caught my eye, and a sense of urgency washed over me. The night had slipped away faster than I had anticipated.

"Well, Chris…" she said softly, a hint of reluctance in her voice as she reached across the small table to grasp my hand. Her touch was warm and grounding, making it difficult for me to let go of the moment.

"I'll walk you to the car," I replied, hoping to prolong our time together just a little longer. After settling the bill, I led the way out of the cosy restaurant, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the sidewalk.

As we walked beside each other, the cool evening air wrapped around us, filled with the faint sounds of laughter and clinking glasses from nearby establishments. We made our way around the corner, where her car was parked under a lamppost, the light casting a gentle glow over its sleek silhouette. I couldn't help but steal glances at her as we walked, cherishing each second of this fleeting encounter.

"Thank you for tonight," she said with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with the soft glow of the overhead lights. "I assume Grace gave you, my number?" She laughed lightly, the sound as familiar as a favourite song. She and Grace had a long-standing friendship, a connection that made me feel a little more at ease.

"Yeah, she texted it to me during dinner," I replied, chuckling in return.

"Well… call me, please," she continued, her voice shifting from casual to something more serious yet undeniably inviting. There was a warmth in her tone that caught me off guard. "I'd love to discuss your proposal." Did I really hear that correctly? Did she just express genuine interest in talking about the contract? My heart raced at the thought, the prospect electrifying.

In that fleeting moment, I felt a powerful surge of desire to convey just how much she intrigued me. I could almost visualise those soft, inviting lips of hers brushing against mine, the warmth of our kiss igniting something deep within. Yet, amidst that longing, a voice of caution echoed in my mind, reminding me that rushing into anything too quickly could scare her off. I took a deep, steadying breath, trying to find the right balance between my yearning and the need to nurture a genuine connection.

"You can kiss me, Chris," she said with a playful smile, her hand resting lightly on my chest, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I gently tilted her chin upward, ensuring our eyes locked in a moment that felt suspended in time. With a soft, steadying breath, I leaned in, my lips hovering tantalizingly close to hers. "I will, but only when you sign that contract, missy," I teased, a playful smile breaking on my lips as I held her gaze, savouring the tension that crackled between us.

Y/N POV

You couldn't believe it, but Grace was right about him. As he strolled away towards his car, a warm smile spread across your face, a blend of excitement and disbelief. Everything about him seemed to resonate with you, from the way he carried himself to the charming glint in his eyes that sparked a quiet hope for what might unfold.

Just as you were lost in your thoughts, your phone buzzed in your pocket, pulling you back to reality.

**Ting Ting**

An unknown number flashed on the screen, and with a curious frown, you opened the message. It read:

"Meet me at my office on Monday at 9 a.m. (address included). We will discuss the contract terms then - Master."

Y/N

"Yes, sir, I look forward to it."

………

Sunday morning dawns, and you are jolted awake by an insistent pounding on your door. Groggily rubbing your eyes, you mutter, "Jesus Christ," to yourself as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and shuffle toward the door.

Swinging it open, you find Grace standing there, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Oh good, you’re up!" she exclaims, brushing past you into the apartment without a second thought. "So, how did the date turn out with Chris? Isn’t he just delicious?"

Sitting down on the couch with a resigned sigh, you can't help but smile at her excitement. "He’s nice," you reply, playing with the hem of your shirt. "But... he’s an absolute mess." You lean back against the cushions, recalling the chaos of the evening you just survived. Grace plops down next to you, eager for the full story.

"Look, I know Chan pretty well," she said, settling onto the couch with a decisive thud. "He was a bit nervous earlier, which is unusual for him. You must understand, he’s a very sought-after dom in our community. He doesn't just take on any submissive; he’s quite selective. If he's offering you a contract, trust me, you should seriously consider it."

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in and asked, "What makes him so special?"

She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my question. "Excuse me? He is the perfect dom…. If you're looking for a soft pleasure dom, he's one of the absolute best out there."

My mind raced as I processed that. "Wait, he’s a pleasure dom?" It felt like an incredible revelation. Pleasure doms are rare gems in this community, and to hear about one of his calibres was intriguing. It's no wonder he had such high demand—his reputation preceded him.

"Absolutely, big time," she affirmed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "He hasn’t had a submissive for over eight months now, which is practically an eternity for him. I’ve never seen him so anxious about meeting someone before. He must really like you—there's no other explanation for his nerves! So, when does he want you to sit down and discuss the details of the contract?"

"Tomorrow," you said, turning towards her. Suddenly you feel nervous. What if you can't please him like he wants.

“Shit, he’s moving fast,” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. She shook her head, her brow furrowing as thoughts raced through her mind. “Look, nobody knows Chan like I do… There’s no way he’d just turn around and ask a girl he met to sign a contract like that.”

Her tone shifted, urgency seeping into her words. “So, what should I do, Grace?” you asked, anxiety creeping into your voice.

“Listen to me… You need to hear him out, alright?” She leaned in closer, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah,” you replied, your gaze unwavering as you searched her eyes for assurance.

“Good girl,” she said, a sultry undertone lacing her words, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips, as if she knew she had you right where she wanted you.

………

**Monday**

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you took a deep breath, your fingers carefully wrapping a curling wand around a lock of hair. “Why am I so nervous?” you muttered, forcing yourself to focus on your reflection. The soft morning light streamed through the window, highlighting the mix of excitement and anxiety etched across your features.

“Okay, Y/N… You’ve done this before,” you reassured yourself, smoothing down the front of your blouse. “Just strike out what you’re not comfortable with.” You ran through your mental checklist, contemplating the plans for the evening, and mentally discarding any doubts that surfaced.

Finally, satisfied with your appearance, you grabbed your handbag—a sleek black purse that felt just right in your hand—and headed for the door, taking one last glance back at your apartment. With a quick exhale, you stepped outside into the crisp air, feeling a flutter of nerves in your stomach.

As you approached the curb, your heart raced a little faster. There, parked majestically in front of your building, was a black Range Rover. Standing beside it was Chris, an easy smile lighting up his face as he spotted you. “Oh good… I was afraid you wouldn't show up,” he chuckled, his warm demeanour instantly easing some of the tension you felt. The sound of his voice made you grin.

"So, you actually came to pick me up?" you inquired, your voice laced with curiosity as you approached him.

Chris stepped aside with a flourish, swinging open the door of his sleek black car. "After you," he replied, a hint of mischief in his eyes. You couldn’t help but wonder what had prompted this unexpected gesture. Wasn’t he supposed to have his own driver? The thought lingered as you climbed into the plush leather seat, the scent of fresh upholstery filling your senses.

Inside the car, an uncomfortable silence settled between you, heavy with unspoken words. You caught glimpses of the city lights reflecting in the windows, your mind racing as you tried to make sense of the situation. Just as the tension began to feel unbearable, Chris reached over, his hand enveloping yours with a warmth that both surprised and calmed you. He threaded his fingers through yours, creating an unbreakable connection. "You don't have to be a nervous baby girl," he said, his tone both gentle and commanding.

You let out a nervous chuckle, shaking your legs to release the anxious energy coursing through you. "I can't help it," you admitted, feeling the flutter of excitement and anxiety battling within.

"Spot that," he said, his voice taking on a stern edge as he fixed his gaze on the road ahead. There was a seriousness in his tone that made your heart race, but a part of you felt comforted, knowing he was there.

You sit perfectly still in the passenger seat, fixing your gaze straight ahead, your heart racing as you decide to remain silent for the remainder of the drive to his office. The moment you arrive, the name "JYP Entertainment" slips from your lips, your tone laced with surprise and intrigue.

With a playful chuckle, Chris swings open the car door and steps out, the sound of the vehicle’s door closing echoing in the quiet lot.

“Here, allow me to help,” he offers, extending his hand toward you with a warm, inviting smile. You can feel a slight flutter in your stomach as he firmly locks his fingers around yours.

He leads you through the entrance of the building, its sleek, modern design taking your breath away. "I've booked a meeting room for us," he states, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. You can’t help but notice the briefcase he holds, its professional elegance hinting at the serious nature of the meeting ahead.

"This way," he continues, his voice bright with enthusiasm, as he guides you toward the elevator. The polished metal doors slide open, and you step inside, both of you sharing a moment of anticipation as the elevator begins its ascent.

As the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, you stepped inside alongside him, feeling the heat of his presence nearby. His hand trailed along your lower back, a gentle yet possessive gesture that sent a shiver down your spine.

The soft hum of the building faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble once again. You settled into a chair, the plush fabric contrasting the excitement that swirled in your stomach, while he turned to pour you a cup of water from a sleek glass pitcher on the table.

“have some water,” he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind, echoing authority that sent your heart racing.

With a playful glimmer in your eyes, you shot back, “You’re not my dom yet, Chris… I don’t have to listen to you.” Your tone carried a cheeky defiance, a challenge laced with a hint of flirtation.

In response, he leaned closer, closing the distance between you until he was mere inches from your face. His breath tickled your ear as he whispered, “Do you want to repeat that?” The thrill of his proximity made your pulse quicken, mixing a touch of mischief with a growing sense of exhilaration that hung heavily in the air.

You take a gentle sip of water, the cool liquid soothing your parched throat as you try to quell the anticipation bubbling within you. He leans closer, his presence both comforting and electrifying. "That's my good girl," he murmurs, pressing a soft, tender kiss just below your ear. The warmth of his lips against your skin sends an involuntary shiver cascading down your body, igniting a thrill that dances through you.

"Alright… shall we get started?" he asks, shifting into a more businesslike demeanour as he settles down next to you. With deft movements, he opens his briefcase, revealing a neatly organised array of documents inside.

He pulls out two contracts, the crisp paper brimming with promises and stipulations. "Let's begin with the limits," he states, his voice steady as he hands one of the contracts to you. With a flick of his wrist, he opens his copy, revealing a series of terms and agreements laid out before him. "I took the liberty of striking out fire," he says, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

You nod appreciatively, feeling a sense of control in the negotiation. "Okay, also animal and age play… those need to go as well," you respond assertively, catching his eye momentarily. There's a moment of understanding between you two—a silent assurance that both of you are on the same page. "And you should add… I will not refer to you as anything other than Chan, Chris, Master, or Sir."

He smiles as he acknowledges your added stipulation, a glint of approval in his eyes. "Okay, yeah, that works for me," he replies, his tone lightening with the shift in energy. Then, with a teasing lilt, he leans slightly closer and raises an eyebrow at you, asking without words if you have any further limitations in mind. "Sooooo noooo..." His playful inflection hangs in the air, inviting a deeper exploration of the intricate boundaries you’re both establishing.

“No use of the word 'Daddy,'” you say with a slight frown, your eyes narrowing playfully.

“Okay, okay, that’s fine with me,” he replies, raising both hands in mock surrender, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Curiosity piqued; you lean in closer to examine the document spread out on the table. “What is this down here… am I meant to move in with you?” The words hang in the air, and you can’t help but feel your pulse quicken at the thought.

“Uh, well… only if you want to,” he stammers, his cheeks flushing slightly. He reaches for a pen, ready to strike that line out, but you swiftly grab his hand, squeezing it gently to stop him.

“How about we start with just weekends, okay? Besides,” you add with a teasing grin, “I have to work during the week.”

Chris's expression brightens at your decision. The tension eases, replaced by a shared excitement as he nods, clearly pleased with the compromise.

……

As the hours ticked by and you delved deeper into the intricacies of the contract, a sense of comfort began to wash over you. Chris had truly anticipated every detail, which was both reassuring and exciting. Eager to break the silence, you turned to him and asked, “How long have you been a master?”

A warm smile spread across his face, and he met your gaze with a glimmer of pride in his eyes. “I’ve been a master for five years now," he replied, his tone light yet filled with a hint of nostalgia. He looked away for a moment, as if lost in a memory, before continuing, “Before that, I was a sub.”

“Oh, really?” you interjected, genuinely intrigued. “What made you decide to make that transition?”

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he leaned back slightly, his demeanour becoming more relaxed as he reminisced. “It was my dom… She inspired me in ways I never expected. She was incredibly smart and stunningly beautiful, but she had this fierce temper that kept everyone on their toes,” he admitted, the warmth of his memories evident in his voice.

You leaned in a little closer, your heart racing with anticipation. “So, is that what I can expect from you?” you challenged playfully, feeling a flush of excitement as you pressed your legs together tightly. The prospect of uncovering more about Chris and what it meant to be under his guidance stirred a rush within you.

"I make it my priority to be fair in all situations," he states, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "But I must warn you upfront—I only provide one chance when it comes to behaviour. If you test the limits, punishment will follow, and trust me, I don't take chatting back lightly." He observes you closely, noticing the hint of mischief in your eyes that suggests a bratty side lurking beneath the surface.

"Oh really? Hmmmm... that sounds intriguing. Have you ever successfully tamed a brat before?" you reply, your voice laced with seductive curiosity, a challenge glimmering in your eyes.

"I have," he replies, his tone firm yet teasing. "Just remember, even though I have a softer approach as a dominant, I won’t tolerate bad attitudes for long." He continues flicking through the contract, his focus partially on the words, but mostly on you.

"I wouldn't dream of testing you, sir," you say, a slight smirk playing on your lips. Chris's expression shifts at your use of "sir," a flicker of interest igniting in his eyes.

"I'd love to see your house before I sign the contract," you add, your tone growing more enticing.

"Absolutely," he replies, gripping the paper tightly, his curiosity piqued. "Do you have time to check it out right now?" He leans forward, eager to show you more than just the words on the page.

"I actually need to go to work", you smiled. Very convenient timing.

“Perfect, I’ll drop you off,” he said with a tone that caught you off guard. You felt a rush of heat spread through you; after all, you worked at a sex shop, and the last thing you wanted was for him to discover that little secret in such an unexpected manner.

With a gentle smile, he led you down the path to the car, his presence both reassuring and slightly intimidating. As he opened the passenger door, you hesitated for just a moment before sliding into the plush seat. The driver, who had been waiting patiently, turned to you expectantly as you recited the address.

As you spoke, you glanced over to find Chris looking increasingly astonished. “You mean the sex shop on the corner?” he asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

A light laugh escaped your lips, barely able to conceal the amusement bubbling within you. “Yeah, is that a problem?” You tried to keep your tone light and playful, enjoying the unexpected turn of events.

He shook his head, attempting to maintain an air of nonchalance, though you noticed the hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Nope… not at all,” he replied, though the way he fidgeted with his hands and avoided your gaze gave away his intrigue. You could tell he was trying to play it cool, but it was hard to miss the excitement fluttering beneath the surface.

Your workplace is about twenty minutes away, nestled in a bustling part of town. As you pull up outside the shop, Chris undoes his seatbelt with a determined look on his face.

"What are you doing?" you exclaim, a wave of panic rising in your chest. The thought of him entering the shop sends your mind racing.

"I’m coming in…. I want to look around… and I might pick up some toys for later when I come to get you," he replies, his voice casual but his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Don't you dare," you retort, giving him a warning look. His expression shifts, and he shoots you a challenging stare, the kind that reminds you how stubborn he can be. Realising you’ve lost this battle, you slump back into your seat, resigned but still slightly irked.

"Let’s go," he says with a playful grin as he steps out of the car, extending his hand toward you.

You take a deep breath, roll your eyes, and push the door open, hopping out reluctantly. "Fine," you mutter, but there's a hint of amusement in your voice. As you take his hand, you can’t help but feel a mix of exasperation and affection for his spontaneous nature. Together, you walk toward the entrance of the shop, the bell above the door jingling as you step inside.

Chan POV

"Did she really just roll her eyes at me?" I thought, feeling a mix of irritation and intrigue. "Be careful, Channie... she's not yours just yet," I reminded myself as I walked beside her, the anticipation of the moment hanging heavily in the air. Though the urge to discipline her for her blatant disrespect bubbled beneath the surface, I knew I'd have to bide my time.

As we approached the store, I reached out and intertwined my fingers with hers, the warmth of her hand sending a jolt through me. She paused momentarily, her surprise flickering in her eyes, before she confidently led me inside. "Good morning, Noah," she greeted cheerfully as we entered, her voice brightening the room. I cast a glance toward Noah, who stood behind the counter—a striking young man with long, flowing blond hair that framed his chiseled features, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to capture the attention of everyone around him.

"Morning, Y/N... Who's this?" he asked, extending his hand toward me with a mixture of curiosity and charm.

I grasped his hand firmly, my grip slightly stronger than normal, as if to assert my presence. "This is my friend Chris," she said, her smile a beacon of warmth as she looked up at me, the friendly tone in her voice stinging a little. Just a friend? A surge of possessiveness surged within me; I yearned to show her just what kind of "friend" I could be.

Y/N then walked behind the counter, placing her bag with a practiced ease that suggested familiarity, while I observed her every move. There was an effortless grace to the way she navigated her surroundings. Once she returned to my side, a playful smirk danced on her lips. "Okay, you can leave now," she playfully dismissed me.

Taking the moment, I gently lifted her chin with my index finger, a gesture that was both tender and commanding. Drawn in by the magnetism that crackled between us, I leaned closer and pressed my lips against hers. The softness of her plump lips sent a rush of warmth through me, and I couldn't help but smile as I pulled back, feeling victorious.

I turned to Noah, whose expression of shock illuminated the space between us—clearly, he hadn’t seen that coming. With a sense of satisfaction swelling within me, I stepped out of the store and headed back to the car, a grin plastered on my face. "That'll show him... she's all mine," I muttered under my breath as I settled into the driver's seat. Opening my phone, I glanced at the time and said, "Okay, can we go back to the company?" My mind was already racing ahead, planning the next moves in this intricate game.

A:n thank you again to all that have read my rewrite for master

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 4 months ago

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Dance Practice

Pairing: Yeosang x reader Word Count: 1.6K Genre: Smuty smut smut Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities

What started as some friendly assistance in helping you master some choreography morphs into something so much more

You were meant to be concentrating, but Yeosang wasn’t making that easy, being a trainee was everything you wanted and although you had tried to audition for so many companies, you ended up only having one option, KQ. It had its disadvantages but the advantages far outweighed them. One of the biggest was being in the vicinity of Ateez. So here you stood as Yeosang so kindly offered to help you out with the choreography after watching you utterly failing to pick it up as fast as the other trainees that were using the spare practise room that he had reserved for the afternoon, and you could not keep your mind on anything other than how his arms loong in that black tank top. Biting your lip hard you tried desperately to stop your mind from undressing him as you watched him move so gracefully in the mirror in front of you, his movements precise and perfect, which of course they would be it was choreography that he performed constantly that you couldn’t seem to be able to even begin to master.

“I know Hala Hala is intense but I’m sure you can get it” Yeosang smiled in the mirror looking at you as you pinched your eyebrows together, you were unendingly grateful that he thought your frustration was to do with the choreography and not the ache developing in your lower half,

“Thank you for helping me Yeosang sunbaenim” you smiled genuinely, bowing as he turned to look at you properly. “You are far too kind”.

“Do you want me to go over it again or would you like to practice tomorrow?” he asked in his honey voice, making it even harder for you to keep your mind on the task at hand.

“Oh perhaps tomorrow? I don’t want to take up anymore of the time you had reserved for yourself” you bowed again not wanting to take advantage but also desperate to be slightly further away from him so you could clear the thick fog of lust from your brain.

“It’s really fine. I only wanted to work on some of our choreography for our comeback. I can do that later, I really think I can help you if we give it an hour” he smiled cheerfully, already moving to get the music cued up. Tying your baggy dance shirt at your waist so that you had some control over it you nodded and accepted your fate that you would learn the choreo then go home and have a long evening with your vibrator. “Let’s do it one more time without the music and then we will try it faster”.

Nodding you got into position to his right watching him run his hand through his hair as he counted you in and started to teach you the first half of the song grinning everytime you picked something up easily and slowing his movements every time you struggled. He repeated himself over and over until he could see each movement click in your mind, walking to the back of the room you saw him grab his own drink bottle sipping slowly as he watched you finish the last run through on your own.

“Take a water break” he urged, handing you a bottle of water.

“Thank you” you breathed heavily gulping down a few mouthfuls of water.

“Is there anyone you need to let know why you’re late home?” he asked suddenly, looking slightly guilty, that he was taking up your time.

“No, I’m allowed to come and go from the dorm for practice” you blinked confused at the odd expression clouding his pretty face.

“Good, just didn't want to be responsible for causing you trouble” he sighed pleased.

“I’d happily get in trouble for you” you whispered softly, unable to stop yourself and when he curled one of his perfect eyebrows towards you, you slapped your hand over your mouth, your face burning with embarrassment. “I am so sorry” you swallowed hard looking at the floor hoping a sink hole would open up beneath you.

“I didn't quite catch that” he smirked, stepping closer to you until he was almost standing right before you. “Care to repeat that princess?”.

“Um…I…uh” your fumbling just made you feel worse until Yeosang took your chin between his fingers forcing you to meet his eyes.

“I thought I heard something about getting in trouble?” His smirk morphing into a shit eating grin that had your heart racing.

“Yes trouble” you breathed unable to move a muscle.

“I'm going to get you in so much trouble, princess” he continued his other hand locking onto your hip and pulling you hard against him, with your bodies now flush you could feel the way his cock twitched against you and it made your mouth go dry. He gave you a few moments to move away and when you didn't his lips crashed into yours making you gasp, taking the opportunity you gave him he licked into your mouth his tongue dancing with yours. Your lips stayed locked together until you were almost dizzy, breaking away only long enough for him to thread his fingers into your hair and pull you back to him. Backing you up until you were trapped between his hard body and the cold glass of the mirror.

“Yes” you moaned breathily as he kissed his way across your cheek to your jaw then down your neck.

“Tell me to stop if you don't want this” Yeosang mumbled into your hot skin.

“Want this sunbaenim” you whimpered, his hands cupping your breasts and massaging them roughly through your clothes. You could feel him smile against your throat as his hands moved to push your sweat pants down your hips enough that he could slip his fingers between you waiting wet folds.

“It's Yeosang, just Yeosang” he purred, quickly finding your clit and circling it with his fingers making your body jolt.

“Fuck, Yeosang” you yelped softly, spreading your legs wider for him and letting your head fall back against the glass.

“You going to let me have you angel? Right here where anyone could walk in and see you?” He teased his fingers shallowly pressing into your entrance. You nodded silently, breath coming out in short pants the more he toyed with you. “Need to use your words my pretty little angel”.

“Yes Yeosang. Please” you finally gasped, pleading for him to continue touching you. His smile turned almost predatory as he finally pushed two of his fingers inside you stretching your walls in preparation.

“Get undressed” he ordered, chuckling as you fumbled to get your shirt and bra off while he continued pumping his fingers inside you his cocky smile returning as you whined in protest as he slipped his fingers from you to pull his own tank top over his head his wet fingers deftly untying his own drawstrings as he kicked off his shoes. “We don’t have all day, angel”.

Swallowing hard you toed your own shoes off stepping away from the mirror towards him and shimmying out of your pants leaving you in only your underwear in the empty dance studio in the middle of the afternoon. Pulling you back into his arms he kissed you again running his hands over your body, squeezing your arse and things while you ran your fingers across his perfect abs. Sliding his hands down your thighs he hoisted you up encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist before pressing you against the wall next to the mirror.

“So you can watch me fuck you angel” he whispered huskily making your shiver against him. Slipping the cotton of your underwear aside you expected his fingers to return to you core but when the blunt and swollen head of Yeosang’s cock began stretching you open you had to bite down on your lower lip hard to stop from crying out.

“Yeosang” you mewled as he bounced you roughly on his cock his length stretching you walls harshly as he snapped his hips against your arse.

“Fuck you feel like heaven” he groaned lowly against your throat when he mouthed at your flesh licking and sucking at your skin. The quiet of the room was broken by heavy breaths and slapping skin until a loud knock against the door started. You gasped your walls, quivering around Yeosang who grunted softly and thrusted harder into you as a wave of your arousal soaked him.

“Sangie? You in there?” Wooyoung yelled, waiting a few seconds before trying the handle which rattled a few times. Yeosang pressed his lips to yours, his tongue tangling with yours to silence your noises as he continued pounding into you until Wooyoung left, leaving you teetering on the edge of orgasm, your walls quivering around him.

“Yeosang, Fuck” you choked out while your eyes rolled back your walls clamping down on his dick as you came hard Yeosang followed you over the edge letting your walls milk him of his hot seed before kissing you softly on your cheeks and nose.

“So you like being caught huh?” he chuckled teasingly, continuing to hold you against the wall “I’ll remember that for next time”.

“Next time?” you breathed unevenly trying to catch your breath.

“Yeah when I take you out on a date” he smiled, genuinely lowering you to the floor carefully to make sure you could stand properly, you grinned letting him collect your clothes from the floor before he helped you into them and helped you leave while avoiding any of his members who may still have been lingering.

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 4 months ago

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Pairing: Bangchan x Female Reader

Word count: 1.7 k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, there is sexual content within this fiction so if that make you feel uncomfortable then please don't read.

Summary: Chan has been traveling with his band, and you decide to surprise him by flying to Sydney to see him. Desperate to be with you, he sneaks you into his hotel for some privacy and takes you for a late-night swim.

“No one can see you,” Chan whispers softly into your ear, his voice low and caressing. His warm, intoxicating breath dances across your skin, sending a thrilling sensation racing down your spine as he presses you firmly against the cool, smooth tiles of the pool wall. The water around you, lapping gently, creates a rhythmic sound that envelops you in an intimate cocoon, isolating both of you from the outside world. It feels like a secret haven where only the two of you exist.

As Chan’s hands roam over your skin, his fingertips glide along your arms with a delicate touch that is both tender and electrifying. His hands’ warmth contrasts with the tiles’ coolness, heightening your senses. Each gentle caress ignites every nerve ending, sending shivers cascading down your body like gentle waves lapping at the shore. You can feel your heart racing, echoing the moment’s thrill as his presence envelops you completely, intensifying the intimacy shared in this secluded space.

You can feel the warmth radiating from him, an unsettling but exhilarating mix of desire and anticipation that hangs thickly in the air, electrifying the atmosphere. The dim light overhead dances across the water’s surface, casting playful shadows that swirl and shift around you, enhancing the sense of isolation. In this secluded moment, time seems to stretch and blur, as if the world has paused to give way to the intensity of your connection.

“What if someone comes up here?” you whisper, your breath coming in soft, uneven gasps as anticipation tingles through your body. Your heart races as Chan leans in closer. His warm breath lightly brushes against your skin; with each gentle kiss, he places along the sensitive curve of your neck. It’s just the two of you, lost in this intimate moment. The ache of worry about being discovered only intensifies the electric connection between you.

“Relax, Joseph is guarding the staircase up here,” he says, his voice low and teasing. You can practically feel the smirk on his lips as he nestles his head deeper into your neck, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “It’s just you and me out here,” he murmurs, his words hanging in the air, filled with an intoxicating mixture of mischief and intimacy. The atmosphere around you feels charged, a cocoon of privacy that amplifies the moment’s thrill, making you acutely aware of every brush of your skin against his.

“And are you certain that no one can see us?” Your voice quivered with anxiety, each word laced with the unsettling thought of a potential betrayal. The image of someone capturing moments between you and Chan and then leaking them to the media loomed ominously in your mind. You glanced around, half-expecting a hidden camera lurking in the shadows, amplifying your unease.

“I will never let anyone see you… I promise,” he whispered softly, his voice barely above a murmur. He gently lifted your chin with his index finger as he spoke, tilting your face upward. You met his gaze, losing yourself in the depths of his sparkling sepia-brown eyes, twinkling with warmth and determination. The world around you faded away as the moment’s intensity enveloped both of you, creating a private bubble in which only the two of you existed.

His lips find yours in a tantalizing kiss that steals the breath from your lungs and sends a rush of warmth through your body. It’s a kiss that seems to erase all thoughts, leaving you momentarily suspended in a blissful haze, lost in the moment’s sweetness. Your senses heighten as you feel the gentle pressure of his lips, soft yet fervent, igniting a spark deep within you. Time stands still, and all the world’s worries fade away, leaving only the two of you in this intoxicating embrace.

Your fingers glide gently over his sculpted back, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath your touch as he pushes you closer against the cool, smooth surface of the tiled pool wall. The warmth of his body contrasts the refreshing chill of the tiles, creating a delicious tension between heat and cold as you both become lost in the moment. Each movement sends ripples through the water, heightening the intimacy of the encounter, and you can sense the exhilaration building with your body.

His hand stays steady as it firmly grips your hips, a possessive declaration in his touch. “You’re all mine,” he growls. He leans in, capturing your lips in a brief, electrifying peck, a taste of something deeper simmering beneath the surface. Pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes, he breathes softly into your neck, his warm breath sending delightful tingles across your skin. “No one will ever catch a glimpse of what’s mine,” he whispers, the intensity in his voice resonating, making it clear that this moment belongs solely to the two of you.

He stretches out his hand towards the delicate bikini string, his fingers grazing your skin with a feather-light touch. The warmth of his body radiates as he inches closer, each moment stretching out the tension in the air. With deliberate slowness, he skillfully begins to unravel the intricate bow you had tied with such care, each gentle tug of the fabric loosening the delicate knot you meticulously crafted just moments before.

The moonlight spills over your skin, illuminating you in a soft glow. At the same time, a playful breeze sweeps through, rustling the leaves nearby and further heightening the charged atmosphere surrounding you both. His gaze remains fixed on his task as if he’s completely enveloped in the moment.

With the same patient precision, he moves to the drawstring fastened around your neck, his fingers deftly coaxing the knot free. The intimacy of each motion ignites within your body.

Chan took a moment to carefully adjust your position, making sure you felt secure and comfortable nestled in the corner of the pool. His broad shoulder pressed against you, creating a reassuring barrier that shielded you from the world. As his fingers delicately glided along the fabric of your bottoms, a warm sensation spread through you, heightening your awareness of the moment. With a gentle tug, he helped you step out of them, ultimately freeing you from their constraint and allowing you to feel the cool water envelop you in a soothing embrace.

“Fuck,” Chan mutters under his breath, halting abruptly as he takes a moment to absorb the sight of you standing before him. His brow furrows slightly, a mix of surprise and uncertainty crossing his features as he draws in a deep, steadying breath, grounding himself in the moment. The tension in the air is thick and electrifying, his gaze lingering on you with an almost palpable intensity. “I still can’t believe you flew all the way here for me,” he says quietly, his nose brushing softly against yours, a fleeting touch that sends a ripple of heat between you.

You leaned in slowly, feeling the warmth radiating from Chan as you drew closer. With gentle intention, you pressed your lips softly against his, savouring the moment. The kiss was tender and lingering, a sweet connection that felt electric and calming. You could feel his warm and inviting breath mingling with yours as time stood still in that intimate exchange. Chan opens his mouth to you, and your tongue slides inside, twisting against his as he lets out a sweet hum.

“I missed you,” your voice trembled softly. The words spilled from your lips like a gentle caress, each syllable infused with a warmth that made the confession all the more profound.

“I need you so fucking bad”, he murmured, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of your breast.

“Then take me,” you whisper, your lips hovering tantalizingly close to his, a mere breath apart. The warmth of your breath brushes against his skin. You can see his chest rise and fall as his breath catches, a fleeting moment of hesitation before he once again kisses you moving his hand down to cup your ass, lifting your body. Hence, your bare core now sits just above his rigid member.

Pulling his swim trunks down just enough for his hard cock to bounce free. “I’m a bit rusty, so I'll have to take it nice and slow”, he growls, entering your core slowly, hugging for a moment while he allows your wall to stretch around him.

“Oh, please”, you beg, frustrated with how slow things have progressed, his hips slowly thrusting deeper inside you with every stride.

“Fuck”, his grown, sending a shot of pleasure down your spine. Slowly placing light genital kisses down your throat before selling into your neck to breathe in your cent.

You begin to roll your hips as a moan of pleasure escapes, causing Chan to quicken his pace. “If you keep doing that, baby, I’m going to cum inside you.”

“Please”, you cry as you use your feet to shove him deeper inside you as you again begin to roll your hips.

“Are you sure?” Chan pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours for clarity. The concern etched on his face deepens as he seeks an answer.

“I'm so sure”, you moan as the wave of pleasure increases to build, resulting in the sensation that makes your skin feel like it is being scorched.

“Fuck” He lets out a low grunt, a sound that escapes his lips almost instinctively. With a deliberate motion, he runs his finger through his tousled hair, the strands glistening slightly as they slide through his fingers “you're going to be the death of me”, his eyes tracing your lips before he silences your moans with his mouth.

With just a few more thrusts and Chan tipping over the edge, the pent-up orgasm spills over, releasing a massive wave of pleasure, sending your body vibrating.

“That’s it, baby,” Chan whispered softly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gently threaded his fingers through your hair. His touch was both tender and reassuring, sending a wave of comfort through you as he leaned closer, his gaze filled with warmth and affection as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

“We should continue this downstairs,” Chan says with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You find yourself momentarily out of breath, the thrill of the moment leaving you a bit dizzy, but you nod your head in agreement.

“Good, now get dressed,” he said with a playful wink, his eyes sparkling mischievously. He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours for one final, sweet kiss, leaving a lingering sense of warmth and affection between you.

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 5 months ago

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[3:45 am] Daddy

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader Word Count: .4K Genre: Filth (absolute filth) Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Content

You were tied to the bed head against you the soft silk of two designer scarves keeping you from moving too far from him. Your ankles were the same as he worshiped you with his fingers and tongue until you were driven insane. Each pleading word of yours ignored and laughed at until you were almost feral beneath him.

“Come on bunny, you can do better than that” Wooyoung groaned deeply, his hand pressing against your throat while he shallowly rolled his hips against yours, his tip catching against your entrance once again.

“Please, please Woo” you begged tears of frustration dripping down your cheeks, you had been tied up for so long and he had denied you again and again you were about to combust if he didn't started fucking you properly.

Wooyoung clicked his tongue pulling his blushing pink tip of his cock away from your entrance again making you sob uselessly. “Not until you remember your manners bunny” he chuckled darkly moving so that his dick would brush teasingly against your folds until it bumper your clit making you jolt and moan

“Daddy please” you cried pulling the binding on your wrist desperately “Daddy I need you, please”. Wooyoung laughed wickedly, moving to lick a fresh tear that tracked down your cheek.

“So sweet for me bunny” he cooed, finally lining his member up and pushing into you roughly. You screamed in pleasure as you instantly came around his cock you walls clamping down around him as you twitched and shook. You could hear him moan your name as he started thrusting harder, his hips slapping against your skin “That's it baby cream on my cock”.

”Fuck… Daddy” you mewled lewdly the squelch of you wet folds echoing through the room. Wooyoung gripped your hips tightly holding you in place while he pounded into you triggering another intense wave of pleasure to crash over you. Letting out a silent scream your eyes rolled back and Wooyoung swore breathlessly, his hips stuttering and he filled you with ropes of hot white seed.

“You have never squirted like that before” he panted, breathing heavy “and I'm pretty sure you tore at least one of the scarves”.

“Sorry daddy” you rasped your voice strained.

“Don't be sorry bunny, just let me do it again” he smirked, moving to untie you.

a/n: Thank you for reading my lovelies as always your likes, reblogs and comments are a light in the darkness xx

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[1:14am] - Milan

Pairing: Jongho x Reader Word Count: .5k Genre: Smuty Smut Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Content

You hadn't really meant to scream when Jongho, after almost an hour of teasing had, finally sheathed his thick hard cock in you but you couldn't help it, he felt too good, too perfect inside you stretching your velvet walls just right.

"I told you to not make a sound angel" he groaned through gritted teeth in your ear his hips ceasing to move regardless of how pleadingly you rocked yourself back against him to fuck yourself on his dick his hard thighs against yours. "The walls of this hotel are thin".

"I'm sorry Jjongie" you whimpered your need fueling your desperation.

"No you're not" he whispered roughly reaching for something on the bed somewhere to your right "Guess you are just going to have to be punished for not listening". Pulling his length from you you could only whine at the loss of fullness before his fingers grasped your chin roughly opening your mouth.

"Now be a good girl and keep these in here" he huskily ordered letting you nod as he forced your French lace knickers between your lips until you were gagged to his liking.

Grinning wickedly he moved you so you were kneeling on the bed your back plastered to his broad chest before forcefully reentered you pushing the air from your lungs, your moans muffled through the fabric that filled your mouth making him growl deeply in your ear seeming to enjoy that if he hadn't been holding you up you would have collapsed to the mattress in front of you.

"Ngh Jj...ong...." You cried out your words half muffled, unable to stop yourself, his hips snapping against yours at a feverish pace his low moans filling your ears as his cock kissed your cervix again and again until you were delirious a constant flow of gasps and sobs falling from you in time with his hips. One of his hands moving from your hips to your puffy clit teasing it as he fucked you senseless.

"Fuck you are so good to me angel" he panted his other hand moving to your neck to gently squeeze it as his hips started stuttering against your quivering walls. You eyes rolled back in your head as your climax hit you hard and fast making your legs shake violently and your vision dim you loud scream still not muffled enough by the now wet lace that sat in your mouth. Hearing your cries of pleasure Jongho followed you over the edge leaving rope after sticky white rope of his cum painting your walls.

Helping you pull the lace from your mouth he couldn't help but smile sweetly at you peppering your face with soft kisses and stroking your hair. "You are amazing".

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MIRROR

Pairing: Changbin x female reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, over stimulation, sexual intercourse, body dysmorphia, low self esteem Swearing there is a tone of adult content in this fic please be cautious.

Summary:Struggling with self-hatred was something you had mastered over the years, but everything changed when you met Changbin. His presence sparked a flicker of hope that someone might actually love you. One day, as you stood in front of the mirror, lost in an all-too-familiar spiral of self-doubt, Changbin walked in on you as you criticized your body.

"Look at you", he says, sliding his hand along your side, brushing so lightly along your hip, stopping right as his fingertips touch the side of your breasts.

Your gaze is fixed ahead, reflecting at you in the expansive surface of a full-length mirror. You study your reflection intently, the question lingering in the air, “How could you ever believe I am ashamed of you?” He tilts his head slightly, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he tenderly places soft kisses along the delicate curve behind your ears, each touch filled with affection and reassurance.

He hesitates, allowing a moment of silence to hang between them, his curiosity piqued by the unspoken question in his mind. "My wife," he murmurs, pressing gentle kisses along the delicate curve of your shoulder blades, his lips warm against your skin. "My beautiful... intelligent... wife," he continues, his fingers gliding down the smooth surface of your stomach, pausing just above the gentle rise of your pelvic bone. "I want you to see yourself the way I see you," he whispers, his voice low and tender as he places another kiss on your shoulder, a promise woven into each touch.

It has always perplexed you how someone like you could end up with a man as soft and undeniably attractive as Changbin. From the first moment you looked at him, his warm smile and twinkling eyes drew you in like a moth to a flame. When you finally mustered the courage to bring him home to meet your mother, the look on her face was priceless—her eyes widened in disbelief. For a moment, you feared she might faint out of shock at the delightful presence standing before her.

The day he proposed was another whirlwind of emotions. You were convinced he had utterly lost his mind as he knelt, ring in hand. The words slipped from his lips, and you spent a good moment in stunned silence, trying to wrap your head around the reality of what was happening. And now, here you are, standing in the middle of your bedroom, utterly exposed and vulnerable—physically naked before him, but even more so before your insecurities.

As you gaze at your reflection in the mirror, the person looking back is both familiar and foreign, abstract and concrete. The room is tinged with a sense of longing and desire, and yet, there is an unsettling tension as you confront your worst enemy: your self-doubt. His fingertips graze your skin with such gentle grace, igniting a thrilling spark that sends shivers racing down your spine. How he brushes against you feels electric, an irresistible dance of sensation that enhances every nerve ending. The air is thick with an intoxicating blend of passion and vulnerability, and you can't help but feel alive, your skin sizzling under his delicate yet fervent touch.

"Come on, just tell me, y/n... what was it you were saying before I cut you off?" Changbin's fingers gently trace circles on your stomach, his gaze locked onto yours, filled with a teasing intensity.

You feel a flutter of nerves at his touch, stuttering out a response, "I-I wasn't saying anything." But the shiver that runs through you betrays your words, hinting at the tension hanging in the air between you two.

"It didn't sound like nothing", Bringing his hand back up to just under your breast. "I hate that you think I'm ashamed of you…of this beautiful body." Cupping your breast in his hand, he begins to tease your nipple.

"I'm S-sorry", you breathe. "I didn't mean for you to overhear that", you continue as you bite your bottom lip.

"I'm going to show you…..what exactly about you I am absolutely crazy for?" Bringing his fingers to your mouth. "I want you to watch as I fuck you….can you do that?" His fingers now circled your throbbing clit. Changbin had this way of making you completely forget about the world. Nodding your head, you begin to relax against his chest.

"Look at the way your body fits me so perfectly" his lips are pressed against your ear. "Spread your legs a little more for me" he kisses your ear, rowing as he says it, allowing his fingers access to enter you. "Look how wet you get for me….I fucking love it", pumping two fingers inside you as his other hand massages your breast. Your hips not being able to help but grind against his clothes crotch.

Your mouth parts slightly as you let out a small moan "The sounds you make are like music to my ears", he begins to kiss down your neck.

"Bin….please", you moan as he pinches your nipple. Bending your body down just enough for Changbin to palm your clit “shit", you grunt as you can feel yourself tipping over the edge.

"Y/n", he growled, your head flicking up to see your reflection in the mirror. "I want you to see how beautiful you look coming undone around my fingers", rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he hits the perfect spot with his fingers. The edge of bliss reaches closer as his other hand traces along your lower stomach, and his fingers continue to dip inside you.

Watching Changbin finger fuck you in the full-length mirror is one of the hottest things to happen to you. A shiver washes over your body as you get ready to release all over his fingers.

Just as you are about to reach your climax, his fingers slide out of your clenching pussy. "Spread your legs wider and lean forward", the tone in his voice flipping into seriousness; you spread your legs wider, arching your body forward as you hear his pants unzipping. Licking your lips with anticipation, he glances up to look at you in the mirror, "I can't believe your mine", he says, slapping his dick on each thigh.

You feel his tip brush against your entrance, moving slowly at first before pushing in. His grip on your hips tightens as he thrusts harder and faster, his moans becoming louder with each thrust. You feel your body shake in pleasure as you reach an intense orgasm. He follows soon after, his body trembling as he releases his load inside of you.

“Listen to me,” he says, wrapping his hands around your throat and pulling your body up against his “The next time you feel ashamed”, his lips pressed to your ear “, I want you to think about my come, dripping out of your freshly fucked cunt….do I make myself clear.”

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Crashing Waves (Part 2)

Pairing: Pirate San x Reader Word Count: 4.4K Genre: Fantasy Au, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Swearing, Past Criminal Behavior, Mentions of Abuse

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I thought that I knew love. But it was just the waves crashing over us. - Waves by The Dear Hunter

You smiled widely at Salvia as you stepped back into the apothecary the following morning, once again she had been right the tea had calmed you completely making your trip to the cove much easier and you slept peacefully.

“It worked I see, my little possum” Salvia smiled slyly as you pulled your apron over your head and redid your messy bun at the back of your head.

“Of course it did, you made it” you rolled your eyes playfully making her chuckle as she returned to placing the tonic from the day before onto the shelves in the window display.

“I have more tonic bottles that I need you to dip in wax this morning” she hummed moving the sign on the door to say open.

“I can do that Via” you nodded, moving around the counter and out the back so you could begin melting the beeswax you would need and find the bottle of blue dye you would need to make it the correct shade of azure that Salvia required it to be. You heard the bell ring but didn’t bother moving as you knew Salvia was in the shop, dropping small amounts of the dye and swirling it until it was just right.

“She is not here pirate, now leave” Salvia snapped viciously making you start almost dropping the dye bottle you were holding onto the floor. You hadn’t closed the door so the voices from the shop floated through to you now that the pisces were louder.

“We are not here to harm her, she fainted yesterday. I wanted to see if she was alright” the voice almost pleaded, the familiar timbre catching you off guard.

“How do you know she fainted? How do I know you are not telling me lies to steal another girl from under my nose to sell to the highest bidder?” Salvia was almost shouting the venom in her words enough to chill your blood.

“We don’t steal women and sell them” a second voice snapped “What kind of fucking monsters do you think we are?”.

“Are you not Ateez? Do you not sail with that wretched Hongjoong?” Salvia continued not answering his questions “You are not welcome in my shop, leave”.

The silence that followed was filled with heavy tension that pressed against your chest only when the bell rang again as they left the shop did you let go of the breath you were holding. Swallowing hard, you began dipping the tonic bottles to seal the corks, hoping that Salvia would not notice that you had overheard everything that had been said or the fact that you did not tell her you had fainted, you managed almost two dozen bottles before she stepped into the back room.

“Did you faint yesterday?” Salvia asked softly, her voice now sounding hoarse.

“Yes” you murmured ashamedly.

“Did those pirates help you?” she asked again.

“I didn’t know they were pirates” you muttered lying to her again hoping she wouldn’t press you further. “They helped me and asked for my name. I didn't think that they would look for me”.

“You need to go home little possum, it won't be safe here until they leave and return to the ocean” Salvia sighed softly, taking your hand and squeezing it. “If they want you to leave with them do not, If they try to persuade you, do not listen. You need to be wary of Captain Hongjoong, he is not a good man”.

“I will Via I will go home once I finish the rest of these bottles hopefully they won't still be in the street then” you nodded taking in her words. You didn’t know who Hongjoong was other than a man that you had met by accident but he hadn’t hurt you nor had the others so there was something that you did not know about, something dark and scary you needed to discover. You wiped the last of the wax from your fingers and took your apron off. Salvia had given you her shawl to wear over your hair to make you less easy to see but you were unsure it would help given how easy it seemed to be to find you. Leaving from the back door you made your way to the kitchen of the tavern to ask the only person who loved to tell stories even if they were gruesome and horrid. Leaf the barman.

“The woman said she wasn’t there but I’m pretty sure she was” Yunho explained tersely “But she refused to let us near her because we are part of this crew, not because we are pirates because we sail with you Captain”.

“Accusing us of kidnapping women and selling them into slavery” San added, sounding offended by the idea of it.

"She was utterly disgusted by us" Yuhno finished frowning deeply as he looked towards his Captain for answers. Hongjoong sighed tiredly, his hand moving to wipe down his face as he contemplated what past truths to reveal and whether Seonghwa was happy to do the same.

"She has every right to be," Seonghwa answered gently, the slight tremor in his voice going unnoticed by most of the others. "There was a time when I was very different to now, when I had no choice but to follow the orders of those that held my leash".

"Leash? What the fuck does that mean?" Jongho's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"When I met Hongjoong I was part of a team of people like me, spies and assassins really, all of us were under a sort of captive service. My sister had refused the advances of our local Duke and to get back at our family I was arrested and told that my services would be used until I was deemed 'fit to be freed' which meant either my sister married him or I remained in service. I did just that for five years until my sister and parents were killed when our home was burnt down in a fire which meant I could escape" Seonghwa explained softly but thoroughly pointedly ignoring the looks of pity from San and Yeosang.

"How old were you?" Yeosang asked knowingly, his face mirroring the pain that was etched into Seonghwa's words.

"When did they take me? 14" Seonghwa smiled sadly "I could blend in when I wanted to and disappear when needed. That was useful to them".

"Was that what happened to you too, Captain?" Wooyoung probed not wanting to open too many old wounds.

"No, but when Seonghwa was almost ready to flee we met so we were both very young. I was already on a ship then under a different banner but still Seonghwa joined up and came with me it wasn't until a couple of years later that we left that crew to look into starting our own that we could work with for the long term" Hongjoong conceded not really wanting to admit more than he needed to yet.

"So that crew earned you a bad reputation then?" Jongho still eyed both of them suspiciously knowing full well that neither were revealing the whole truth to them yet.

"My previous captain was far more cruel than I am, he would take prisoners for ransom, burn down homes fuck once he killed a merchant's wife in front of him because he wouldn't give him the key to his safe" Hongjoong sighed deeply again turning his back to the others before exiting to his quarters.

"That would be why she thinks we kidnap people" San groaned irritably "She is never going to let us near her".

"That doesn't mean you can't check up on her through other means" Seonghwa shrugged before leaving to follow Hongjoong.

"So what are they still hiding?" Jongho asked no one in particular.

"Like nearly the whole fucking story" Mingi laughed mirthlessly.

"There is probably a really good reason though, I for one trust our captain" Yeosang interjected looking between them all with a stern glance.

“No one doubts our Captain” Wooyoung patted Yeosang’s shoulder.

Sitting at the bar at barely 10 o'clock in the morning was not something you ever did but you were pleasantly surprised how quiet it was as Leaf set about cleaning the beer spigots and changing the barrels. He had looked surprised to see you until you had told him Salvia had chucked you out the shop and he had laughed at the idea of you fucking up so bad that she had to get rid of you to clean up. You weren't going to correct him, you wanted him in a good mood and talking.

"Did you want more tea?" he glanced up, suddenly hearing your mug hit the wooden bar top.

"Nah I'm good" you grinned as he went back to working on wiping up sticky port wine from below the counter. "What's the latest gossip Leaf? Any new couples I need to know about?".

"Ah lass there is so much going on right now" he grinned broadly dropping the soiled rag onto the bar and leaning closer to you "Have you heard that Pansy has been shacking up with Birch? Caused quite the scandal that he dropped Violet for her" he waggled his eyebrows comically.

"No! you're kidding? When did that happen?" you cried dramatically feeding into his need to provide all the juicy details.

"Just this week, can you believe it? Him and Violet were meant to get married in the spring" he continued, pleased with your reaction. "Then there was that ship full of dangerous rogues who arrived in the night on Friday. Been here for all of one week and two of them have passed young Rose between them. Such a pity I thought she was a good girl".

"Hold on, dangerous rogues? Here?" you spluttered theatrically playing into his words.

"Yes I'm sure even you spotted their enormous ship moored down at the docks!" He chuckled, rolling his eyes at you.

"Well yes, I saw the ship but I didn't know they were mysterious rogues here to corrupt the towns girls" you tried to look scandalized as you could to keep him going knowing how to keep him talking.

"Pirates! led by a particularly nasty one called Hongjoong, he and his first mate have quite the history of murder and mayhem behind them" he nodded seriously.

"If they are so dangerous, Leaf, how come I have no idea who they are?". You raised your eyebrows at him "Famous pirates who no one has heard of?".

"You're probably just not paying enough attention! You wander around in your own head half the time" he roared laughing and you scrunch your nose at him huffing in faux offence. "Hongjoong their captain used to sail with The Black Sails. Their captain was a mean bastard always after blood and coin, burnt Saliva's village to the ground and took three of their prettiest girls to sell off to lords or slavers or something. Horrid scum they were. Hongjoong was one of their best fighters, he probably still is, he has killed hundreds of men despite how young he looks".

"My gods" you gasped actually shocked that the men you had met were such monsters. You had heard tales of The Black Sails when you were a child, the stories always feeling more like a fairy tale of the boogeyman than reality.

"I don't think that this Ateez crew behaves like that to be honest they seem happy to just plunder other pirates not towns but you never know" Leaf continued his voice lowering as he tapped the side of his nose "Besides his first mate was an assassin for the Crown Court at one point and those men are the most dangerous men alive". You felt your head spin as the color drained from your face Seonghwa was an assassin? How many people had the two of them killed? How many lives had they destroyed? and you just followed him around their ship.

"What about the others? Are they all cruel and horrific monsters like that?" you whispered leaning in closer to Leaf, your eyes wide.

"I don't know but you never can really know can you" he tapped the bar a few times and you jumped and whipped your head around when the door of the tavern opened and San and Yunho stepped inside their eyes both locking onto you before you could even turn away from them.

"Sorry gentlemen, we aren't open yet, come back in a few hours" Leaf called gruffly not failing to notice how they both looked at you.

"Of course innkeep" San bowed his head respectfully as his eyes stayed locked onto you. Yunho opened the door again and they both stepped back out onto the street trying to hide their obvious interest in you.

"I think you better leave the way you came lass, safety and all that" Leaf muttered keeping his eyes on them through the smokey glass of the windows.

"Thanks Leaf" you murmured, scampering back through the kitchen and out into the alleyway making your way back towards Salvia's so that you could hide out there again now that they had seen you in the tavern they wouldn't return to her shop, at least you hoped that they wouldn't.

You crept back into the storeroom of the apothecary waiting to hear if you could hear any customers in the shop before you could get Saliva's attention.

"Via?" you called cautiously hearing some clinking and shuffling from the shop. "Via?" Salvia popped her head through the backroom door looking suspiciously around the room until she spotted you standing in the doorway of the storeroom where you could remain hidden from any windows.

"What are you doing back here?" she hissed, shutting the door behind her.

"They saw me outside the tavern so I came back here" you replied sheepishly looking at your feet.

"That's actually a good idea" Salvia muttered the scolding she had been preparing for leaving her as she made her way to the stove to pop the kettle on it and began unwrapping cloth covered items in her basket. "Here eat this I made them yesterday so they are still fresh" she smiled kindly handing you a currant berry scone.

"Thanks Via" you sighed in relief, biting into the sweet treat.

"The tavern is the opposite way to your home, little possum, how did they see you there?" Salvia asked whilst she prepared a mug of hot cocoa for the pair of you.

"I went to see Leaf" you admitted guiltily "I wanted to know more about why you hated them so much for just being around Hongjoong".

"You could have just asked me, little possum" she shook her head resignedly, a lingering sadness in her eyes.

“I didn’t need all the details and I didn’t want to upset you” you shrugged sheepishly taking a deep fortifying breath you met Salvia’s eyes. “I met Captain Hongjoong at the docks the night of the king tide, I didn’t speak to him politely and he left after a few words so I just kept to myself and left to go home. Seonghwa followed me and spoke to me just outside at the entrance to the alleyway. He invited me to the ship and stupidly I agreed. I met them all at the ship and then something happened. I got dizzy, my head felt like it was going to split open and I fainted. The two who came into the shop, Yunho and San, helped me, Yunho is a medic so he treated me until I was well enough to get back off the ship and San well he promised he would get me off the ship if it was the last thing he ever did”. You couldn’t stop the words from spilling from your lips keenly aware that Salvia might just hit you with one of her copper pans.

“You are a foolish woman” Salvia snapped acidically before conceding “but you are your mother daughter. She too was too curious and too trusting”.

“Don’t talk about her like she’s dead Via” you sighed “just because she moved to King’s Isle to set up shop”. It had long been a thing that the towns folk spoke about those who moved away as though they were dead perhaps to encourage the children to stay and keep the town alive.

“She is as good as” Salvia muttered under her breath just loud enough for you to hear and choose to ignore. “What happened before you got dizzy, before your head pain began?”.

“I met Hongjoong again in his quarters along with a couple of other members of his crew. I was mostly ignoring him, looking at the paintings he had on the walls and ceiling then I saw a portrait of a sea nymph and when I asked about it he got all defensive then the pain started”. You recalled thinking hard to remember who was near you or talking to you when you felt it start. “No one was talking to me directly and Seonghwa’s hand brushed my clothes but not actually me, then I fell and San caught me”. Intentionally leaving out any mention of the woman’s voice you had heard or what she had said you didn’t need Saliva to think you had lost your mind.

“Perhaps it was just your intuition trying to protect you” Salvia pondered looking almost through you “They wouldn’t want to explain away a stricken local girl on board their cursed ship, it was a good way to get yourself back onto land”.

“Or perhaps they weren’t actually going to hurt me? ” You offered tiredly, feeling like you would prefer to talk about anything that wasn't Hongjoong for at least the next ten years of your life. The hours passed slowly as Salvia went in and out of the shop front and back room dealing with customers as they came and went.

“Twilight's hitting us, little possum, you should head home but keep to the backstreets if you can” Salvia guided you towards the rear entrance that you had snuck out of the first time you had attempted to escape without notice. Nodding you agreed, letting her quietly shove you from the premises and into the cooling air. You begrudgingly realized you should have brought a jacket but you hadn't expected that you would be playing hide and seek with a collection of pirates when you got ready that morning so you would just have to deal with the goosebumps until you got home.

The first few alleyways were empty aside from a stray cat and a small child playing hopscotch, it started to sweep away the tension about how normal it was, how utterly ordinary the trip was going to be until you had to cross into the thin road beside the empty tea salon.

“So you have been avoiding us?” A musical voice asked sadly from the top of the salon’s wall.

“Shit” you squealed loudly holding your chest as your heart thundered against your ribs “Are you trying to kill me here?”.

“Absolutely not, it's pretty much rule one in medicine ‘dont kill your patient's’ I try to follow at least that one” A tentative looking Yunho stepped out from the arch in the bricks.

“We just wanted to make sure you were well and there was nothing still making you sick” San pouted looking around Yunho’s shoulder to meet your eyes making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Well as you can see I'm fine” you smiled tightly, stepping back from them so you were technically in a more open area.

“We would never hurt you, I promise. Just like I promised I would get you off the ship” San frowned, hurt flashing in his warm eyes.

“You have been told things then?” Seonghwa tutted leaping from his high point to the ground gracefully like a cat, his landing almost silent.

“You forgot to mention you were mass murderers and assassins either times you've spoken to me” you swallowed hard not wanting to show weakness as footsteps sounded to your right on the open road.

“Because we aren't” Yunho emphatically answered his eyes not leaving your face

“You might not be, San might not be but he is and so is your captain” you used your chin to gesture at Seonghwa not willing to look at him instead keeping your eyes on San’s face. Silence fell over the four of you until a voice rang out nearby in the fading light.

“Lass, you alright?” The gruffness was not directed at you but to the unseen people that he could see you were talking to albeit from a distance.

“Actually, would you mind walking me home? I heard there were pirates around and I don't want to get into trouble” you smiled meekly at the docker that was walking towards you, his lady wife two steps behind him.

“Of course child” she answered loudly waving you over to her side “ we always keep our own safe” her warm smile as you quickly went to her side soothed your nerves a touch.

“You stay with us lass, we'll get you home in one piece” he nodded sharply stepping into the crossroad you had been standing in before ushering both you and his wife forward. When you passed him you noticed the three men were nowhere to be seen. “You made the right decision there last, can never be too careful”.

“Thank you, it's never not been safe before” you murmured keeping your voice low as you noticed Seonghwa’s shadow move across the roofline following your every step.

A sleepless night followed and you were glad that you were alone in your room, Mara had been called to the farm to help prepare for the harvest, which meant that at least if Seonghwa tried to get to you she wouldn't be hurt. Not that you really thought he would, the house was full and he was not going to risk it for a simple thing as telling you what you heard was either nonsense or truth. But your insides were screaming at you, the voice in your head wouldn't stop calling out and you were getting more uncomfortable. Finally you dragged yourself from your bed and looked out your window staring into the darkness you strained to see if any shape was out of the ordinary, if anything moved the way it shouldn't when you saw nothing you sighed and moved to the next window. You had made your way around the whole house looking out bathroom windows, lounge windows and the study window but you saw nothing, felt nothing untoward was lurking out there in the darkness. Determined to get your mind to calm you pulled on your uncle's coat and silently crept from the house making your way towards the cove that you frequented. You hadn't mentioned the cove you were sure of that, so you knew you would be safe there you half done up boots scuffing against the uneven cobblestones as you reached the edge of town. You were still alone as far as you could tell so slipping your boots off you stepped into the soft sand and walked towards the gentle lapping at the water's edge.

“You are pretty stealthy for someone with no training” Seonghwa stated softly making you bristle.

“Why are you here Seonghwa? Was I not obvious enough about not wanting to be near you?” You muttered bitterly his presence ruining your quest for calm

“To explain and apologize” he sighed earnestly, not moving from where he stood eight feet away from you.

“Then explain” you huffed feeling the water that was lapping at your toes now coming up to your ankles.

“I was both of the things you heard, but it was years ago and not who I am now. I had no choice then, not that it changes what I did but it's still a fact that I didn't do it willingly” his voice remained low but you could feel the emotion and regret that was hidden in his words. You nodded for him to continue hoping he would give you a little more of a crumb of context.

“The ruling Duke was going to kill my family, my sister if I didn't comply. So I did until he broke his word and killed her anyway then I ran and I found Hongjoong. We started our crew and we don't do things like that, we attack pirates, merchant navy and any ship with lords colors. We don't kill unless we need to and we give half our hauls to villages in exchange for shelter” he continued his voice remaining even.

“How old were you?” You finally looked at him hoping he wasn't lying to you.

“I was taken at 14, I was small and good at being ignored. They trained me in fighting, stealth and weapons and held my leash tightly, threatening to kill my family constantly to keep me compliant, and as a foolish boy I believed them. I was only allowed to see them a few times in the years I worked for the Crown court each time my sister was more and more terrified and I didn't ever know why. Until just before my 19th birthday I heard whispers in another royal court I was collecting information in that things were being hidden about the spies that my the Duke had, I wanted to know what and after I convinced some people to talk I discovered that me and the others were all trapped into service the same way, I returned to the Duke’s garrison and found letters from my parents and sister dozens of them. My parents begging for my help with the abuse my sister was suffering through and my sister pleading for me to forgive her for what she was going to do. One night after years of being systematically abused by the Duke she fought back and he set my home alight leaving my family to burn alive” Seonghwa’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“My god Seonghwa I am so sorry” you whispered horror plastered across your face. “I know sorry can't fix anything but…. Fuck”.

“Hongjoong’s story is not too different really neither of us had happy starts, neither of us made good decisions while we were still essentially children” Seonghwa lamented as he moved closer to you until he could have touched his arm against yours. “Please don't hold it against San he didn't even know until today, neither did Yunho”.

“I sort of figured since they were both shocked when Salvia told them to leave” you admitted heavily and the sea water soothed you.

“Come visit again. Please” Seonghwa smiled softly before retreating back into the darkness.

Safe now

The voice whispered quietly, making you hum in contentment.

a/n: Thank you for reading and for your patience my lovely loves. As always your likes, reblogs, comments and love give me a light in the darkness xx

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 5 months ago

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Pairing: Chan x female Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warning; 18 + MDNI, Fingering, Swearing there is a tone of adult content in this fic please be cautious

READ WITH CAUTION !!!

Summary: Loving Chan was supposed to be the easier thing, but living with him has proven to be anything but easy. When losing you becomes too much, he takes drastic action to keep you as close as possible.

The sound of the front door creaking open jolts you from your swirling thoughts. You glance at the clock on the wall, and a frown forms on your lips; he’s an hour late, and the little hands of fate seem to conspire against you. As you meticulously fasten your shimmering earrings, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, the frustration evident in your eyes. With an exasperated roll of your eyes, you instinctively tug at the hem of your dress, wishing you’d chosen something more comfortable after such a long wait.

“Baby are you ready?” he calls out from the living room, his voice cheerful and carefree, as if he has been lounging there all along. His casual tone ignites a spark of annoyance within you. How dare he ask such a simple question after leaving you to wait? You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the exchange that is bound to follow. The nerve of him to act as if nothing is amiss while you’ve been left in a whirlwind of anticipation and irritation.

“I’ve been ready for an hour,” you call back, your voice echoing softly in the spacious room, filled with the rich scent of lavender from a nearby candle. You can feel his gaze lingering on you, an intense warmth that sends a delightful shiver down your spine. As he strides into the bedroom, his confident presence dominates the space, making the air feel charged with excitement. He leans casually against the doorframe, the muscles in his arms subtly flexing, and a playful smirk curls at the corners of his lips, hinting at something unspoken. The late evening moon filters through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow that highlights the details of your outfit—a delicate fabric that drapes elegantly across your figure. You catch his eyes as they roam over you, lingering on every detail with a mix of admiration and intrigue, and a rush of anticipation floods through you, leaving you breathless.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say, your voice sharp as you pivot away from him. Feeling the fabric of your dress cling to your skin, you slip into your heels. Hearing the satisfying click of the shoes against the polished floor, reverberating in the stillness of the room like a warning bell, you slip into your heels.

“Like what?” he counters, amusement flickering in his eyes as a chuckle escapes his lips. Yet, beneath that light-hearted tone, there’s an unmistakable note of confusion, as if he’s struggling to understand the unspoken tension building between you.

“Don’t even try to deflect,” you say, your frustration bubbling. The intensity of your tone cuts through the light atmosphere, and you feel your heart race with anger. “I’m really mad at you. It’s been a whole month, Chris.”

As your words linger in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions, you watch his expression shift. The playful glimmer that usually dances in his eyes begins to fade, replaced by a look of realisation that deepens the tension between you. It’s as if the jovial mask he wore so quickly has slipped away, revealing the seriousness of the moment. He seems to understand the weight of your disappointment, and the change in his demeanour only fuels your frustration further.

You watch as he draws in a deep, shuddering breath, his throat constricting slightly as he swallows hard, the action clearly challenging him as he fights to keep his emotions in check. His eyes now shimmer with a poignant blend of regret and steadfast resolve. When he finally finds his voice, it is tinged with vulnerability. “I’m so sorry,” he begins, the sincerity in his tone slicing through the tension in the air. “I realise I’ve been working so many hours lately… it’s completely consumed me.” He pauses, his brow furrowing slightly as he searches for the right words. “But I want you to know that I’m here with you now.” There’s a moment of silence as he steadies his voice, which wavers just enough to hint at the emotional burden he’s carrying. It’s clear that, beneath his earnest words, he is battling to regain the focus and presence required to truly connect in this moment, putting aside everything else that has been weighing on him.

“Let’s just go and get this over with,” you assert with a firm resolve, your voice steady despite the swirling emotions inside you. As you gently brush past him, you stride confidently into the living room, where the heavy air feels almost suffocating with unspoken tension. Your mind races, but you strive to maintain your focus on what needs to be addressed.

His hand finds its way to the small of your back, a subtle yet intimate gesture that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. It’s a touch that speaks volumes, stirring a mix of feelings within you that you can hardly articulate.

“My love, please,” he murmurs softly, his breath warm and intimate against your ear as he leans in closer, creating a bubble of warmth around the two of you. The familiar scent of his cologne wraps around you like a comforting embrace, mingling with the coolness of the evening air. The gentle lilt of his voice adds an almost soothing quality, contrasting sharply with the charged atmosphere that crackles between you.

“Can we just have a date night? I don’t want to fight with you tonight,” he pleads, his eyes holding a depth of sincerity that draws you in. His earnest gaze captures your attention fully, and for a fleeting moment, you notice the fatigue etched in his features—a tiredness that hints at deeper struggles. A longing flickers in his eyes like a fragile candle flame, illuminating his silent plea for connection and intimacy amid the storm of emotions swirling around you, as if he’s reaching out, hoping to bridge the gap that has formed between you.

“Let’s just go,” you reply, your voice steady yet soft, a sense of determination underlying your words. As you pick up your bag from the polished kitchen bench, the cool, smooth surface feels refreshing against your fingertips, a stark contrast to the warmth of the moment.

His gaze lingers on you, and he smiles slightly. “I must say, your dress is absolutely stunning tonight,” he remarks, his voice low and appreciative. As his hand glides along your back, the gentle brush of his fingers ignites a rush of warmth that travels like electricity down your spine. The fabric of your dress shimmers softly under the kitchen lights, reflecting a myriad of colours that harmonise with the energy of the evening.

It was no mere coincidence that you selected the enchanting black Chanel dress for the evening. The deep V neckline elegantly drew the eye along the delicate curve of your back, gracefully highlighting the gentle arch that culminated at the small of your waist. The carefully crafted silhouette balanced a sense of audacity with refined sophistication, embodying a captivating allure that you wore with confidence.

As you stepped out of your shared apartment building, the cool night air enveloped you like a whispered promise, brushing softly against your skin. Chan rested his warm hand gently on the small of your back, a gesture both reassuring and grounding amid the vibrant hustle of the city nightlife. His presence radiated calmness, a striking contrast to the excitement bustling around you.

With a charming smile that lit up his face, he made his way around to the passenger side of his car, his movements deliberate and graceful. He paused, taking a moment to appreciate the way the fabric of your dress caught the fading light. As he opened the door for you, his eyes flickered with admiration. He leaned in slightly, expertly tucking in the hem of your Chanel dress with a tender touch, ensuring that it cascaded down perfectly and that every detail was immaculate.

With a soft click, he closed the door, sealing you inside the comfort of the leather interior, where the inviting aroma of aged, tanned leather mingled with a hint of his cologne, creating an intimate cocoon against the lively backdrop of the city. The world outside buzzed with energy, but inside this moment, there was a serene connection between you and Chan, an unspoken understanding that tonight was special.

As you navigate the vibrant streets of Seoul, the neon lights flicker and dance off the sleek glass buildings that tower above, casting a warm glow on the bustling city below. A sense of belonging washes over you as if the city’s essence resonates with your soul. Beside you, Chan occasionally sneaks a glance your way, a soft smile on his lips. His hand rests gently on your thigh, reassuring as he expertly steers through the lively traffic, the city’s rhythm pulsing in sync with your heart.

As you finally arrive at the restaurant, the valet swings open your car door, offering a courteous gesture. Taking a deep breath, you step out and see Chan waiting just a few paces away. He extends his hand toward you, a hopeful look on his face. Still, the anger inside you overrides any desire for civility. With a determined stride, you bypass him completely, ignoring the outstretched hand, and push open the heavy wooden door of the restaurant, your heart racing with frustration.

As you enter the dimly lit restaurant, the waiter approaches with a warm smile, ready to escort you to your table. Just then, you feel the familiar warmth of Chan’s hand resting gently on your back, a subtle yet electric gesture that sends a thrill through you. He leans in closer, his breath brushing against your ear as he murmurs, “Two can play this game, y/n,” his voice laced with playful challenge. The waiter turns to lead you toward your private room.

The waiter gracefully approached your table, gently pulling out your chair and tucking you in courteously as you settled into the cushioned seat. A moment later, Chan slid into the chair beside you, offering a nod of acknowledgment to the waiter. “Please take your time to get comfortable, sir,” he said invitingly, gesturing toward an elegant ashtray resting on the polished surface. “It’s available should you or your wife decide to indulge.” He exited the room quietly, leaving you in a cosy, relaxed ambience.

“Wife?” you ask, glancing at Chan, who has leaned in closer, his gaze sweeping over your body. There’s a hunger in his eyes, a primal desire that makes you feel like the main course laid out before him, tantalising and irresistible.

With a playful grin, he replies, “Hopefully… one day,” before casually retrieving a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. The smooth motion of his hand draws your attention, and you can’t help but notice the confidence in his demeanour.

“Did you want one, baby?” he offers, extending the packet toward you as if presenting a gift. It’s a gesture that annoys and charms you; he always seems to know just the right thing to say, even when you’re wrapped in a whirlwind of anger towards him. The sweetness of his tone feels like a double-edged sword, cutting through your frustration while simultaneously intensifying it. You wonder how he can remain unruffled when you’re fuming inside, and it gets under your skin.

“We need to talk,” you say, taking a deep breath as you turn to face him. Chan takes a moment to light his cigarette, the soft flicker of the flame illuminating his face for just a second before he finally meets your gaze.

“I know I’ve messed up, Y/n…” His voice is laced with regret as he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes searching yours. “I’ve been so absorbed in my work that we haven’t even seen each other in a month.” He places his hand on your thigh, his touch warm yet failing to offer the comfort you desperately crave.

“Chris, we live in the same house and sleep in the same bed,” you respond, your voice trembling with frustration and hurt. “If I had known that moving in with you would feel like this, I would have never sold my apartment. I was happier living alone; I felt less lonely, at least then.” The words spill from your lips, each a heavy reminder of the isolation wrapped around you like a suffocating blanket. “Do you understand just how lonely this has become for me?” You finally exhale, the weight of your confession hanging between you.

“I’m truly sorry; I should have been right here with you,” he murmured, his tone filled with sincerity. “Nothing else should have come between us.” His hand brushed against your thigh, a warm and tantalising touch that sent a shiver racing through your body, stirring something deep within.

You reached out, taking the cigarette from his fingers, the tension crackling between you. Drawing in the smoke, you leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing against his. As you exhaled the smoke into his mouth, it felt like a moment suspended in time, the closest you’d been to him in what felt like an eternity.

With a gentle urgency, your lips meet his in a tantalising kiss that ignites a spark of desire, leaving you yearning for even more. Suddenly, the waiter steps into the room, breaking the moment and prompting Chan to pull away. “Could you give us about ten minutes, please?” he asks, glancing meaningfully at the waiter. The waiter nods in understanding and quietly closes the door behind him, enveloping the two of you in a sweet, charged silence.

Chan gently slides his chair back, his warm smile inviting you closer. He reaches out, intertwining his fingers with yours, his touch soft yet reassuring. “Come sit,” he encourages, his eyes sparkling with a playful light as he gestures for you to settle onto his lap, creating an intimate space for you.

You rise from your seat, your heart racing wildly, each thump echoing the intense craving deep within you that can only be quenched by his presence. As you move closer, he grips the soft fabric of your thighs, his fingers trailing leisurely up your back, guiding you to settle onto his lap. The warmth of his body radiates against yours, igniting every nerve in your being. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, feeling his strength and warmth as you tilt your chin upwards, allowing your eyes to lock onto his. The world around you fades, leaving only the electric connection that pulses in the air between you.

“We have 10 minutes before he comes back”, Chan smirks as your rest your core against his hard member; you place another kiss on his lips as his hands slide down your body, resting on your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“You really want to do this here?” you ask, your breath coming in quick, uneven gasps. Your forehead rests against his, the warmth of his skin mingling with yours as the air around you feels charged with tension. Your eyes lock, searching for a hint of hesitation, your heart racing in the silence that surrounds you.

He brushes your lips once more before pulling away. “I will always take care of you,” his thumb brushing against your ass before squeezing. “Anywhere”, his lip brushed against your neck. “Anytime”, he licks up your neck, kissing along your jawline.

A small moan escapes your lips as you open your neck up to him; he begins to kiss down your collarbone, moving down to between your breasts. Slowly licking upwards before placing a kiss on each breast.

With an earnest expression, he gazes up at you, his eyes searching for affirmation. “We can go ahead and sort this out here… or I can drive you home,” he pleads, the weight of his words hanging in the air as he waits for your decision.

Leaning down, you capture his mouth with yours, opening your mouth just enough, allowing Chan’s tongue to slip inside; another moan escapes your lips as Chan’s hand wanders down, slowly sliding up your dress. His fingertips brush against your smooth, soft skin as he attempts to keep himself from exploring more. Slowly, he uses his middle finger to draw circles along your inner thigh, causing your body to heat up with the anticipation of his touch.

“Here it is,” he breathes softly, his words barely more than a whisper. You can feel the rapid thump of his heart against his ribcage as if it’s trying to break free from the confines of his chest.

His hand glides further up your leg, his fingers teasing the line of your panties. You gasp as his middle finger begins to trace and tease your entrance.

“Fuck”, your breathing begins to pick up as the pleasure rises inside your body.

You moan as Chan’s finger pushes into your core “God” you begin to grind as his thumb begins to work your clit.

“Shhhh, baby. We only have 5 minutes. How about I finish you off here, and then we can continue once we get home?” His grin takes over, and you nod your head in agreement.

“I have a month’s worth of orgasms to give you” he silences your moans with his lips as his thumb works on circling your clit.

“Oh please”, you call, trying your hardest to muffle your moans. The orgasm ripples through your body, causing your body to jolt from pure pent-up pleasure.

“Good girl”, Chan praises as his watch alarm begins to sing.

“Times up”, he growls as his finger slides out from your core, causing an overwhelming sense of emptiness.

A moment later, there was a polite knock at the door that hinted at anticipation. “Just a second!” Chan called out, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet room as he rushed you to get off his lap.

As you settle back into your chair, Chan delicately adjusts the fabric of your dress, smoothing out any wrinkles with careful precision. Just at that moment, the waiter glides into the room, carrying a tray with an air of professionalism, catching you off guard as you take your seat.

“Are you ready to place your order?” the waiter asks with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as he stands at the edge of the table, ready to capture your choices for the evening. The soft glow of the restaurant’s ambient lighting reflects off his neatly pressed shirt, adding to the inviting atmosphere.

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