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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽, 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽
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As Y/N returned to Bangchan's room with his favorite nightwear and set it on his bed, she couldn't help feeling a sense of worry for him. She knew that something was bothering him, and she hoped that the familiar comfort of his favorite clothes would bring him some small measure of solace.
She then headed to the kitchen area and spoke to the cook, asking them to make Bangchan's favorite dessert as a gesture of comfort. The cook nodded and got to work, understanding the significance of the request.
As Y/N waited for the dessert to be finished, she wondered how Bangchan was doing
After a while, the cook announced that the dessert was ready and Y/N carefully carried it back to Bangchan's room. As she approached the door, she took a deep breath before carefully opening it, peeking inside to see how Bangchan was doing…
As she entered the room, Y/N saw Bangchan sitting on the edge of his bed, staring off into space with a melancholy expression on his face. His shoulders were slumped, and he was holding his head in his hands. It was clear that he was still upset about the argument with his father.
Y/N carefully set the dessert down on a nearby table and approached him, speaking softly. "I brought you something," she said gently.
Bangchan looked up at her, his expression weary. He saw the dessert and managed a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.
Y/N sat down next to him on the bed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I also put out some nightwear for you," she said quietly. "I know it's been a tough day, and I thought it might help if you had something familiar and comfortable to wear."
Bangchan nodded, his expression still weary. "Yeah, thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He glanced down at the dessert on the table. "You really didn't have to go to all this trouble, you know," he mumbled, his tone a little defensive.
Y/N smiled gently. "It's no trouble at all," she reassured him. "I just wanted to make sure you had something to lift your spirits a little bit." She paused, studying his expression. "Do you want to talk about what happened with your father?" she asked carefully.
Bangchan tensed up at the mention of his father, a flicker of anger crossing his face. He shook his head slightly. "No, not really," he muttered, his tone bitter.
Y/N nodded, understanding the pain and resentment that was probably bubbling up inside him. "That's okay," she said quietly. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you ever need to talk or just need some company."
Bangchan looked up at her, his expression softening slightly. "Thanks, Y/N," he said gruffly. "I appreciate it." There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his voice low and vulnerable. "It's just… sometimes it feels like he's always disappointed in me, no matter what I do."
Y/N felt a pang of sadness as she heard the pain in Bangchan's voice. She knew that he was struggling with the weight of his father's expectations and disappointment, and it hurt her to see him so hurt and defeated. "I can only imagine how difficult that must be," she said sympathetically. "But it's important to remember that you don't need to live up to his expectations. You are your own person, with your own strengths and weaknesses. You have worth and value, no matter what he says or thinks.”
Bangchan exhaled deeply, letting her words sink in. "I know, I know," he muttered. "But it's hard to remember that sometimes, when it feels like he's always breathing down my neck, criticizing everything I do." He ran a hand through his hair, looking frustrated.
Y/N reached out and placed a hand on his arm, offering a gentle squeeze. "It must be really tough, having that kind of pressure on you," she said softly. "But you don't have to face it alone. You have people here who care about you, who see your worth and value."
Bangchan looked at her, his expression a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thanks, Y/N," he said quietly. "I'm just… so tired of feeling like I'm never good enough for him. Like I'll never be the son he wants me to be."
As Y/N sat down in the chair opposite Bangchan, she adjusted her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles. She studied his face, seeing the exhaustion and weariness etched into his features. It was clear that today's events had taken their toll on his spirit.
"I can only imagine how exhausted you must feel," she said kindly. "Not only from your lesson but also from the argument with your father. It sounds like it was a tough meeting."
Bangchan nodded, his expression weary. "It was," he muttered. "It's always the same thing with him. He's never satisfied with anything I do. No matter how hard I try, it's never good enough for him." He clenched his jaw, his frustration and disappointment evident.
Y/N reached for the dessert plate, the sweetness of the treat offering a small reprieve from the heaviness of the situation. She picked up a spoonful and offered it to Bangchan, her eyes gentle and understanding.
"Here," she said softly. "Why don't you try a bite? It might help you feel a little better, even if just for a moment."
Bangchan looked at the dessert, a flicker of longing in his eyes. He hesitantly took the spoon from Y/N and took a small bite of the treat. His expression softened slightly as he savored the sweetness on his tongue.
"It's good, right?" Y/N asked, a small smile on her face. She could see the tension in his shoulders begin to ease, even if just a little.
Bangchan nodded, his mouth still full of the dessert. He swallowed the bite and spoke, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah… it is," he admitted. "Thanks, Y/N."
Y/N smiled, happy to see a small spark of joy in his eyes again. "You're welcome," she said warmly. "Sometimes, it's the small things that can make a difference, like a delicious dessert or a kind gesture."
Bangchan nodded, taking another bite of the dessert. He was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then he spoke again, his voice low. "You know… sometimes I wish I could just run away from it all. From the pressures of being a prince, from my father's impossible expectations."
Y/N listened intently, her expression sympathetic. She could sense the weight of the burden he was carrying. "I can imagine," she said quietly. "It must be overwhelming, having all that responsibility on your shoulders, plus the constant judgment and disappointment from your father."
Bangchan exhaled deeply, dropping the spoon back into the dessert plate. "Sometimes, I just feel so suffocated," he murmured. "Like I can't breathe, can't think straight. Like I'm drowning in the expectations and demands of everyone around me."
Y/N was taken aback by Bangchan's confession, but she could sense the weight of his emotions. She reached out and placed her hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"You don't have to carry it all alone," she said softly. "You have people who care about you, who are here for you."
Bangchan's head shifted upwards to meet her gaze, his eyes darkened with a mix of weariness and something deeper, something that sent shivers down Y/N's spine.
He didn't pull his hand away, and Y/N felt a pang of awareness at the contact. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with a tension that was both thrilling and a little unsettling. His grip on her hand tightened for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles.
Y/N's heart raced, the touch of his hand on hers sending a thrill through her body. She tried to keep her expression neutral, masking the way her breath caught in her throat as he held her gaze, his eyes dark and intense.
Finally, Bangchan spoke, his voice low and gritty. "Sometimes… I just want to forget about everything and just… be in the moment, you know?" He paused, his thumb still tracing small circles on Y/N's hand. "Just… feel something other than this constant pressure and disappointment."
Y/N swallowed, her throat dry. She could feel the heat of his hand on hers, the intensity in his gaze making it difficult to focus on anything but him. "What do you want to feel?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bangchan's eyes darkened even further, his voice even lower. "Anything… anything besides the stress and the weight of expectations." He paused again, and Y/N felt the air between them grow thicker, almost electric with tension. "When I'm with you… I feel something different. Something… lighter."
Y/N's breath caught in her chest as he spoke, the raw honesty in his words making her heart race. She could feel her own emotions conflicting - the loyalty and respect she had for her position as a personal assistant and the growing attraction and connection she felt towards Bangchan.
"I… I understand," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But… we have our duties, our roles to play. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to…" She trailed off, the words sticking in her throat.
Bangchan's gaze didn't waver, his grip on her hand still firm. "Screw duty, screw roles," he muttered, his voice edged with frustration. "What about what we feel? What about what we want?"
Y/N's eyes widened at his blunt words, the raw honesty in them shaking her to the core. But there was also a flicker of desire there, a part of her that wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in to the growing attraction between them.
Her mind was screaming at her to protest, to remind him of their positions and the consequences of their actions. But her heart was overruling her head, the way his hand still held hers, the intense look in his darkened eyes, making all her sensible thoughts scatter.
"Chan…" she said quietly, her voice cracking with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. "We can't…" But even as she spoke the words, she could feel her resistance wavering, her body leaning slightly towards him.
Bangchan noticed the subtle change in her stance, the way she was drawn towards him despite her words of protest. He tightened his grip on her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. "Why not?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.
Y/N's heart was racing now, her body responding to his presence in a way she couldn't control. She tried to think of a good reason, a sensible argument against the undeniable pull between them. "Because… because we can't," she repeated weakly. "We have our responsibilities, our lives…"
But her words sounded hollow even to her own ears. Bangchan leaned closer, closing some of the distance between them, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And what if I don't care about responsibilities, or lives, or any of that bullshit?"
Bangchan closed the distance between them even more, his body now just a few inches from hers. His hand still gripped hers tightly, the heat between them growing stronger by the second. Y/N's breath came in shallow gasps, her mind struggling to hold onto any rational thought.
He leaned in closer, his mouth now hovering just above her ear. "Y/N…" he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I don't care about any of it. All I care about is this… this feeling right here."
His breath was hot on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She wanted to resist, to push him away, but her body wouldn't obey. Instead, she found herself leaning into him, her defenses crumbling with every word he spoke, every touch of his hand on hers.
He shifted even closer, his lips now brushing softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. "I want this," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want you. Duty and responsibilities be damned."
Y/N gasped at the feel of his lips on her neck, her head tilting back automatically, offering more of her skin to his touch. Her body was responding to him in ways she couldn't control, her resistance faltering under the tide of desire that was crashing over her.
Bangchan took advantage of her exposed neck, his lips skimming lightly over her pulse point, making her shiver. "I don't care if it's wrong," he whispered, his mouth now trailing along her jawline, leaving behind a trail of fire. "I don't care about anything but you."
With a final surrendering thought, Y/N allowed herself to give in to her desires. She turned her head, her lips meeting Bangchan's in a heated kiss. It was like a dam bursting, all the pent-up tension between them finally breaking free.
His hand snaked up to cup the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their mouths moved together hungrily, years of suppressed emotions pouring out in the heat of the moment.
Y/N's brain was filled with only the sensations of Bangchan's body against hers, his taste, his touch. The world around them faded away, replaced only by the electricity sparking between them.
His tongue pushed into her mouth, deepening the kiss, and making it even more intense. She matched his passionate fervor, her own tongue dancing with his as they explored each other's mouths with mounting desperation.
Bangchan's hands were already tugging impatiently at the laces of her corset, his fingers fumbling in his eagerness. He broke the kiss, moving his mouth to her neck, trailing kisses down the exposed skin as he worked on the bindings of her corset.
"Need this off," he mumbled, his voice muffled against her skin. "Need to feel you."
Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps as he continued his assault on her neck, his hands working feverishly to undo the strings. The feel of his fingers on her bare skin, the heat of his mouth on her flesh, was almost overwhelming.
Finally, the last of the ties came undone, the corset loosening around her waist. He immediately took advantage, his hands roaming underneath the fabric, exploring her body with possessive need.
He pushed the corset dress off her shoulders, baring her upper body to his hungry gaze. He pulled back for a moment to look at her, his eyes dark and heated. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hand running down her flank, his touch almost reverent.
Y/N met his gaze, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. She could see the raw desire in his eyes, the way he looked at her like he could devour her. It was both intimidating and exhilarating.
He leaned in again, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, his tongue and lips mapping a burning path down the center of her chest.
As Bangchan continued his assault on her skin, Y/N's fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one. Her hands trembled slightly, still reeling from the onslaught of emotions and sensations flooding through her.
She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, her palms running over his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He shivered under her touch, his mouth still at her collar.
With every unbuttoned button, more of his body was revealed to her, the smooth expanse of his chest, the hard planes of his stomach, and the slight hint of muscle just underneath his skin. Her hands explored him with growing familiarity, her fingers tracing the ridges of his abs, the dip of his hipbones.
The corset dress pooled at Y/N's feet, leaving her in only her underwear. She stood there, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable under Bangchan's intense gaze.
He took in every inch of her body, his eyes roaming over her curves, lingering on the bare skin of her stomach, and the edge of her undergarments.
"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his voice ragged.
He stepped closer, his body almost pressed against hers. His fingers brushed over the curve of her waist, and the dip of her hip, as if mapping out her body in his mind.
"I've wanted this… wanted you… for so long," he admitted his mouth at her ear again. "I've dreamed about what you'd look like, feel like, taste like."
As he spoke, his hands continued to trace lazy patterns over her skin, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. Y/N shivered, her senses overwhelmed by the closeness of his body, the heat radiating off him, the huskiness of his voice against her ear.
They moved towards the bed, the tension between them palpable. The moment they hit the mattress, Bangchan was on top of her, his mouth on hers again in another hungry kiss.
His hands roamed over her body, his touch more aggressive now, as if he couldn't get enough of her. She met his intensity with her own, her hips arching up to meet his, a soft moan escaping her lips as their bodies connected.
Bangchan quickly removed his pants, discarding them to the side. He was bare and unabashed in his want, the evidence of his desire clearly visible.
He moved back on top of her, his body now pressed tightly against hers. The feeling of his skin on hers was addictive, her senses flooded by the heat and the need between them.
Bangchan grunted as she shifted her hips, grinding against him. His hands moved to hold her hips in place, keeping her in her spot.
"Careful," he warned, his voice thick with desire. "You keep doing that and I might lose all control."
Bangchan let out a strangled gasp, his fingers digging into her hips. He could feel himself losing control, the need for her becoming overpowering.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he growled, his voice taut with restraint. "You won't be able to handle the fire you're stoking."
But Y/N didn't care. The fire was already consuming her, her mind filled with nothing but him, his body, his touch.
She shifted again, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer, deeper. "I don't want you to hold back," she whispered, her voice full of wanting. "I want all of you."
Bangchan let out a guttural sound, somewhere between a moan and a curse. He knew he was on the edge of restraint, the feel of her body against him, the sound of her voice in his ear, threatening to push him over the limit.
"You're going to drive me insane," he ground out, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.
With a swift, practiced move, Bangchan removed his boxers, discarding them next to the bed. His hands then moved to Y/N's hips, his fingers hooking into the edge of her underwear, tugging them down her legs.
His eyes roamed over her body, now completely bare to him, his gaze intense and appreciative. "God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands running over her stomach, her hips, her thighs.
He moved back over her, his body hovering just above hers. His hands continued to roam over her skin, mapping out every dip and curve like he was trying to memorize her body with his touch.
"This is what I've wanted," he whispered, his mouth hovering just above her skin. "To feel you, skin to skin, nothing in between us."
Y/N responded with a soft gasp, her body arching up into his, her fingers clutching at his shoulders. The feeling of his skin on hers, the heat and the connection between them, was almost overwhelming.
She looked up at him, her eyes hazy with want and pleasure, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm ready for you."
He heard her words, the raw need and desire in them, and it was all he needed. With one fluid movement, he settled between her legs, his body fitting against hers like they were two pieces of a puzzle.
The feeling of him there, so intimately connected with her, made Y/N gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, his mouth hovering just above hers, their breaths mingled together.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough with restrained need.
Y/N nodded, her eyes opening to meet his gaze. "Yeah," she managed, her voice coming out as a shaky whisper. "I'm good. More than good."
He smiled a hint of pride and possession in his eyes. "Good," he said, before he began to move, slowly at first, but then with increasing speed and intensity.
He held her gaze as he moved, his hands on her hips, his body setting a relentless pace, driving them both toward ecstasy.
The room filled with the sounds of their breaths and gasps, the slick slide of skin on skin, and the faint creaking of the bed. Y/N's mind was a whirl of sensation, her body responding to his every move, every touch.
Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back. He grunted, his arms wrapping around her, his mouth finding hers in another heated kiss.
He moved within her, harder, faster, his pace unyielding, overwhelming her senses. The feeling of him inside her, filling her, was almost too much, the pleasure building with each stroke pushing her closer to the edge.
Her body arched up against his, writhing and undulating to his rhythm, matching his pace with her own need. She could feel the tension coiling low in her stomach, the anticipation of release building with every moment.
"I'm close," he groaned, his voice strained, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. "I can't… I can't last much longer."
Y/N's breath was coming in short pants now, her body on the brink, clinging to him tightly, desperately.
"Let go," she whispered, her voice barely more than a gasp. "I want to feel you."
Her words, her voice, the sound of her breathing, it was enough to send him over the edge. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he climaxed, his movements becoming erratic as he rode the waves of pleasure.
Y/N followed moments later, his release pushing her over the edge into ecstasy. She cried out, her body shaking, and trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.
They lay there for a moment, panting and spent, still tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and still trembling with aftershocks.
He shifted, rolling off of her but still keeping her close, pulling her into his arms. They lay there in silence, the only sound of the ragged breathing and the soft rustling of sheets as they tried to slow their racing heartbeats.
Bangchan held Y/N in his arms, his hands gentle and soothing as he started the aftercare process. He stroked her hair, whispering soft praises and reassurances in her ear.
"You were incredible," he said, his voice low and warm. "You're so beautiful, so perfect."
He gently pulled the covers over them, making sure she was comfortable, his touch tender and caring.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes tracing her face, searching for any sign of discomfort or distress. "Are you okay?"
Y/N smiled weakly, her body still recovering from their intensity. "I'm okay," she reassured him, her voice a little shaky. "Just… a little overwhelmed."
Bangchan nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Just rest," he said, pulling her closer. "I've got you. You can sleep."
He continued to softly caress her hair and her back, his touch soothing and comfortable. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice a soft, low rumble. "I'm not going anywhere."
Y/N burrowed into his chest, feeling safe and protected in his arms. She let her eyes close, her body gradually relaxing as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
As Y/N drifts off to sleep in Bangchan’s arms, he holds her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear until her breathing becomes steady and even.
He lies there for a while, watching her sleep, his mind replaying the events of the night, a mixture of emotions playing across his face.
Finally, he closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep with her tucked safely against him, the sound of her soft breathing the only sound in the room.
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