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OHHHH MY GOD THIS WAS SAUR GOOD. HYBRID FICS ARE ALWAYS SO UGHFHDHDSH

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♔ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: BANG CHAN X READER ♔ 𝔴𝔠: 2k ♔ 𝔠𝔴: WOLF!CHAN, BUNNY!READER, FEM!READER, RUT/HEAT, READER IS BASICALLY ALWAYS HORNY, IMPLIED THAT READER GET S3XUALLY HARRASED (NOT BY CHAN), MENTION POSSESSIVE CHAN, ORAL (F. RECEIVING), BOOB/NIPPLE PLAY, UNPROTECTED SEX (WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP!), DEGRADING/PRAISE, READER PERCIEVED TO BE ON BIRTH CONTROL, READER IS HYPER-FERTILE B/C BUNNY TRAIT, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, MULTIPLE ROUNDS, PREDATOR/PREY (IF YOU SQUINT), KNOT/RUT, IMPLIED MORE ROUNDS, UNREALISTIC STAMINA

♔ 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: I DONT NORMALLY WRITE A/B/O FICS SO SOME SHIT IN HERE MAY NOT FULLY ADD UP GO THE TROPE BUT I TRIED. IF ONE PERSON MENTIONS BEASTARS I'LL CRY

Outside, he was human. That’s just how he appeared to everyone else. A human with a bunny hybrid girlfriend. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for hybrids to date humans if they weren’t with people with similar breeds and them.

Y/n would laugh at her boyfriend's attitude every day. He was particularly clingy, always had been. That was just him; he loved having his girlfriend near him when he was home, always checking on her throughout the day, even when she was at work. Chan loved his little bunny.

Y/n just thought it was funny a big ‘ole alpha wolf dotted on a little bunny like her. Predator and prey were never particularly friendly. But after years of humans, monsters, and hybrids all living side by side, everyone took more to their human side. Only rarely acting on their animalistic instincts in certain cases.

But Y/n loved her wolfie all the same. Chan took care of her in so many ways, never crossing boundaries. Even when his instincts took over.

Chan was naturally possessive as an alpha. What’s his is his, especially his girlfriend. Some humans still didn’t fully accept hybrids and Monsters living among them. And it’d show. It usually got worse during the time his rut was approaching.

There’d been a few people he’d scared the ever-loving shit out of when they commented on his girlfriend— or got too close for comfort. Some people needed to learn to keep their fantasies to themselves.

Y/n being a bunny came with its issues. Due to the bunny gene, she’s constantly in ‘heat’. He didn’t mind though, he loved coming home late just for Y/n to jump on him and greet him with kisses. Making sure to ask about his day as if she hadn’t been craving his dick in her since they finished this morning.

Another thing that came with her bunny genes was hyper-fertility. Chan never had an issue with the amount of sex they had. At first, he was cautious about coming in her due to how easily she could be pregnant. She’d told him after he mentioned going away for his ruts that she was on high-dose birth control and had been for years.

It’d lead to some fun experiments with toys and such, but nothing compared to Chan. The growls he admitted when he fucked her could make her come.

Chan was well aware of his rut schedule before dating Y/n. And he was pretty damn good at keeping track of it too. Both of them knew it would be starting very soon and already made plans with their work to be off for the next week.

Y/n’s ears twitched from where she sat on their couch when she heard the keys jingle. She hopped off the couch to meet him at the door. Giving him just enough time to lock their door and turn around before she jumped on him

Chan smiled as he caught her, dropping his bag on the floor and wrapping both his arms around her. Her legs held her up, wrapping them around his waist as she held his shoulders. “Hi handsome,” Y/n smiled at him

“Hi bunny,” Chan replied as he walked them over to the couch

“How was work?” Y/n asked him

“Okay. Same old shit,” Chan sighed as he laid her back on the couch. Resting his head on her tummy, “How was your day?”

“Good. Just cleaned up around the apartment,” Y/n shrugged as she ran her fingers through his dark hair.

The couple always found this comforting, sitting in silence and cuddling up together. Y/n learned quickly in their relationship that Chan loved having his hair played with. Any time was a good time. The first time she did it was after the first time they had sex and he got very comfortable and let out a low little rumble that scared her a bit.

After that, she learned it was a happy noise, not an “I’m about to eat you” noise. She loved hearing it now. Especially when he was laying on her stomach.

“You smell good,” Chan started as he turned and kissed her stomach. Realizing she was wearing one of his shirts.

“Your rut coming soon?”

“Think so.” Chan kissed down her stomach more before pushing her shirt up just a bit to see her skin.

Chan kissed every bit of skin that was exposed to him. He loved taking his time with her when he was going through his rut because he knew he’d be fucking her in every position as rough as he could when it came to his rut. She never complained about but he still felt a little for fucking her for almost a week straight.

Chan kept kissing down her tummy till he got to her panty line. He looked up in a silent ask for permission to keep going. Y/n nodded before he kissed her clothed clit while moving her thighs over his shoulder. Kissing her inner thighs before moving back to kissing her cunt again. Smiling to himself when he saw the wet spot forming. “Horny little bunny,” Chan chuckled before sitting up and throwing off his shirt from his body and her panties from hers before laying back down and wrapping his lips around her clit.

Y/n moaned as she dug her fingers into his hair again. Lips and tongue working her already wet cunt. His nose nudged her clit as his tongue slipped inside of her. Thrusting in and out before replacing the muscle with two of his fingers.

“Chan,” Y/n moaned as she held onto his hair tighter, thighs clenching around his head.

Chan hummed as his lips wrapped around her clit again. His fingers pumped in and out of her as quickly as he could. Y/n pulled at his hair as her thighs shook around his head and closed in tighter.

Chan pulled his fingers out and pushed her thighs closer to her chest as he finished her off and licked up her essence. Drinking her up like a thirsty dog on a hot summer day.

“Chan, in… please,” Y/n whined as she caught her breath from her high.

“Poor little bunny is fucked out already,” Chan chuckled as he dropped her thighs on the couch before picking her up from the cushions and walking into their bedroom.

Chan placed her down on the bed and kissed her neck. Y/n let out a squeak as he grabbed onto the back of his neck. His hips rolled into her before he pulled away and took off her shirt and tossed it to the bedroom floor.

He leaned back down as his hands grabbed her boobs and massaged them before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on the little bud. Rolling his tongue and biting it a few times before moving to the other one and giving it the same attention.

His hard-on strained against his pants while the fabric got wetter from grinding against her.

“Please. Fuck me Channie,” Y/n moaned

“Little bunny just needs a cock in her, huh?” Chan teased as he pulled away from her boobs and stood up straight

“Yes, please. Need you in me Channie,” Y/n begged as she watched him discard his pants and boxers. Cock springing free and slapping his lower stomach.

“Don't worry bun,” Chan smiled as he moved her onto their pillows and kneeled in between her legs.

He pulled her legs over his right as he pumped his cock. Running the tip through her wet folds and jacking off again before finally lining the tip up with her entrance and pushing in.

Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist as he filled her up. His hands grabbed onto her hips, pulling her onto him as he sunk further into her.

Y/n slightly rolled her hips against him before he pulled back and thrust hard into her. Chan repeated his hard thrusts and occasionally pulled her body to meet his thrusts as well.

Y/n threw her head back into the pillows. The tips of her ears hit the headboard a bit as it knocked against the wall in time with his pace. Chan moved one of his hands up to squeeze her boobs while he leaned forward, aiming deeper into her.

“‘M close,” Y/n whined as his thrusting switched to grinding then back to thrusting into her.

“Gonna cum all over my cock again bun?” Chan moved one hand from her tits to thumb her clit, fingers pushing in on her lower stomach just a bit

“Yes!” Y/n yelled/moaned as her walls clenched around him.

“Fuck,” Chan growled as he found it a bit difficult to move with her clamping down on him.

He pushed through though. Thumbing rubbing small quick circles into her clit till she came on his cock. Her hips bucked up as her legs shook. Chan leaned back over her, hands laying next to her head as he rutted into her.

Cock twitched and pounded inside her till he came, shooting hot ropes of cum into her. He pulled his softening cock out of her once he was sure he was done. Both of them panting as post-orgasm clarity came.

That clarity was short-lived as Chan caught a glance of his cum dripping out of her. The only thoughts in his head were to fuck it back into her and add more.

“Chan,” Y/n called out to him as she noticed him staring a bit longer than usual.

She attempted to close her thighs as she sat up on her elbows, only to be met by him spreading her legs apart and sinking into her again without a word. Chan leaned over and left an assault of kisses and marks along her neck. Pushing her down onto the mattress again, one hand coming and grabbing under her chin and moving her head to allow him to have access to the span of her neck.

“Pretty bunny, letting the big bad wolf fuck her dumb.” He mumbled against her neck.

Y/n whined as she wrapped her legs around his waist as he hammered into her. His free hand grabbed one of hers and pinned it onto the pillows as he sucked hickeys on her neck, minding his teeth.

Y/n grabbed onto his shoulder with her free hand. Nails dug into his skin as her sensitive walls clenched around him again. She never protested Chan’s round after round when he was in his rut. If anything it helped her too with the constant ache between her legs.

Chan growled against her neck as he felt himself getting close already. Y/n could feel the base of his cock starting to form his knot as he pumped into her. It was getting harder for him to do so until he buried himself in her. Just in time for her own orgasm to hit while her walls contracted around him. Coming on his cock again.

“Fuck,” Chan whined as his cum shot into her.

He buried his head into her neck and kissed the bruises he had made, just trying to distract himself from the pain of his knot. His hands moved to hold her hips, rubbing circles into the skin with his thumbs

Y/n tangled her fingers in his hair and kissed his temple, “horny wolf,” she chuckled

“Says you,” Chan chuckled, lifting his head to look at her, “I’d fuck you again right now of not for the knot.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time babe,” Y/n giggled

Chan chuckled with her and leaned down and pressed his lips onto hers. Whining into her mouth as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Y/n happily accepted as she rolled her hips against him. His knot went down after a few minutes.

“Tired yet mama?” Chan asked as his kisses moved down to her neck again

“No,” Y/n shook her head

Chan rolled them over so she was situated on top of him.

“Hop to it bunny,” Chan smacked her ass playfully before laying back and holding onto her hips.

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WOW! I have had this book on a booked marked list for quite sometime now but never got the chance to read it until now, but this was so good! Historical/period pieces are always one of my favorite genres to read. This story had a very nice flow to it and the ending was unexpected! I really enjoyed reading this!

Mamihlapinatapai

Am I posting a fic masterlist with a mood board simply for the aesthetic? Yes Who’s to say

{Overview}

{Part 1}

Bond | You Have My Bow | All That Glitters Is Not Gold | Arrangements

{Part 2}

A Summer’s Ball | Thinly Veiled Threats | The Hunt | Of Flower Buds And Roots

{Part 3}

Confession | Confrontation | The Attempt | Enemies In Exile

{Part 4}

Instincts | Conscription | Checkmate | Reign

{Part 5}

As Soft As Petals | Runaway | Revelations | Epilogue

Total word count: ~25k

Rating: Mature (explicit sexual content in Part 5, see individual parts for other warnings)

Thank you all for reading 💜 Always happy to hear your thoughts

Good Girl || Bangchan

☆ Just a little dabble something light ☆

✩ Warnings: Smut with no plot, just plain smut.

A/n: I know that it’s been awhile since I posted so I wanted to post a little something.

You take Chan's big dick into your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down. You can feel the warmth of his cock against your tongue as you suck on it. You look up at him and see him closing his eyes in pleasure. His hands run through your hair gently as he moans.

Chan moans softly, “Such a good girl for me yeah?...”

He leans back against the wall, letting you take control of the situation. His hips start to move with yours, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Mmmm... don't stop...” You continue to suck on Chan's dick, taking it as deep into your throat as you can. You feel his warm cum building up in his cock, and you know it won't be long before he cums. You start moving your hand up and down his shaft, stroking him in rhythm with your bobbing head.

Chan moans louder “... yes... right there baby...”

His hips buck against you, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. You can feel the first spurt of his cum hit the back of your throat, and you swallow it down eagerly.

“That’s my good girl” Chan said calming down from his high gently stroking my hair.

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

18 + Content

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Okay, so Chan is absolutely the sort to shy away from doing anything unless you explictly ask. I’m talking, you’re making out on your bed and it’s hot and heavy and anything but innocent. He’s moving down your neck, nipping at your most sensitive spots and maybe he’s smirking when he tugs a particularly desperate noise from your mouth. His hands have found purchase beneath your shirt, fingers running along your waist, constantly threatening to move higher. And he’s achingly hard against your thigh. Your hands are moving along his back, beneath his black t-shirt and the slight press of your nails against his skin is enough to encourage him to press his hips tighter against your own. When you press your thigh against his waist, he moves against you to create friction and he’s desperate, but he won’t do anything more until you’re tugging at the ends of his hair and sighing and pulling away from him just long enough to say, ‘Chan, please fuck me.’ 

And then, well. 

He’s smirking, but inside, he’s screaming at himself to keep it together. As much as he wants to tear your clothes off, he’s desperate to be respectful, so it’s delicate fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt until it’s over your head. He falters for a moment when he sees you shirtless, exposed to him and he suddenly remembers just how hard he is. You catch him staring, even though it is just for a second and you can see the conflict behind his eyes. His hair is tousled and he just looks so big settled between your legs and his trousers really aren’t doing much to conceal what is supposed to be hidden beneath. And you know that he is trying to be a gentleman, so this time you tug at his t-shirt, drawing him down to you and when he is close enough, you sigh just beside his ear, ‘Chan, I said fuck me.’ 

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

18 + Content

AFAB Reader

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Okay, so I was just thinking about the recent SKZ Talker episode where Chan asks Jisung if he can move the playstation into his bedroom and if Chan had listened to Jisung’s teasing no this is exactly how it would have played out. So, Chan obviously plays video games when he can find time and you, being as good a girlfriend as you are, are more than happy to sit beside him as he plays. Sometimes, you scroll through your phone, or finish up whatever work you still have to get through and it’s pretty comfy. Generally, you’ll order take-out and some of the other members will join you on the sofas and the whole thing will be pretty cosy. Until Chan is looking particularly fine, and there’s a furrow in his brow as he watches the television and it’s been at least three hours since he so much as glanced in your direction. Naturally you’re going to nudge him after a while, just a little brush of his arm to try and get his attention. He’ll look at you for a second and then suddenly realise just how much time has passed and he’ll instantly be like, ‘Oh, babygirl, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise how late it was.’ Before you can even say anything to reassure him that’s it’s okay he’s pulling you into his lap, drawing your thighs against his own so you’re straddling him. It’s definitely going to start out innocent enough - him feeling guilty about inviting you over and then getting distracted, you just after a cuddle on the sofa or something. So you wrap your arms around his neck and snuggle into him and it’s cosy, except Chan can’t stop analysing the situation - his girlfriend content with hanging out, being all cute tucked into his side, and he’s suddenly feeling a little needy. He’s definitely going to be shy about letting you know, starting out with placing his hands on your thighs and squeezing because he’s suddenly frustrated and he just wants to feel the skin beneath your trousers. He’s going to gently move you from the crook of his neck and when you start kissing, he’s going to realise that he’s half-hard already. 

His movements are going to be slow - he’s caught somewhere between absolute desire and the need to be a respectful boyfriend. As much as he wants to ruin you, he’ll hold himself at bay until you give him some signal. I think he’d be hyper-aware of your movements, for example if you slip your fingers below the hem of t-shirt and run your nails along his abdomen, just above the waistband of his trousers, he’s going to take that as a sign. He’ll instantly pick you up, just to lay you on your back and the little noise of surprise you make is enough to send his blood rushing southwards. So he’ll settle himself between your thighs, one hand will pull your t-shirt up your chest, the other will be gripping your thigh and any regard for the fact you’re on the shared dorm sofa will be entirely forgotten. He’s going to press himself close, finding friction between your legs and he’s going to be so desperately hard that he’s swallowing his own quiet whimpers. He won’t break away as he begins unbuckling your belt and as soon as your trousers are loose, he’s going to push his hand beneath, trailing his fingers right where you want him. 

Now, Jisung is going to be entirely oblivious as he enters the living room. He knew that you had been with Chan as he played video games, but this was unexpected. First, he’ll hear a little gasp and then, all at once, he’ll see you and Chan and Chan’s hand halfway hidden beneath your trousers. Jisung will run a mile, straight to his bedroom and he’ll hear Chan’s bedroom door click a minute later and thank his lucky stars that he hadn’t been seen because he might have died. He’ll inform Chan the next morning, without being able to look him in the eye, that he can move the playstation into his room after all. 

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

18 + Content

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I’ve just been thinking about how y’know, good, Chan looks in some of his stage outfits and it got me wondering. Say their stylist had handed out a bunch of clothing items for them each to take home to try on, Chan, being as busy as he is, had half-heartedly tried them before putting them in the corner of his bedroom to return at some point. When you’re hanging out at the dorm one evening and Chan goes to shower, you have a little look through the bag and find a particularly comfortable looking shirt and decide Chan probably wouldn’t mind if you slipped into it. (When Chan returns, he definitely doesn’t mind.) He sees you, sat against the headboard and just scrolling through your phone, as though you aren’t only wearing a button-up that is barely covering your bare thighs. 

At first, he’s going to be surprised into a flush and be like, ‘Oh.’ When he sees your innocent expression something is definitely going to change - he tries to keep his eyes focused on your face as you mention how nice the shirt is, but there’s something incredibly distracting about your half-naked figure. When he says that it was from the stylist and you instantly offer to swap it for something else, his voice is a little firm as he tells you it’s okay. There’s going to be a moment of silence where you simply look at each other - you take note of his ever-so slightly darkened expression, the sudden heave of his chest. You place a hand on his cheek and kiss him softly and it would have been harmless if only you hadn’t shifted your legs and the hem of the shirt hadn’t lifted even higher. A glimpse of the fringe of your underwear and Chan is gone. 

He’s going to get real close and quick - one hand cupping your chin to keep you still, the other heavy on your thigh, moving higher with every passing second. He’s gripping at the skin and whilst he isn’t rough, he isn’t exactly gentle and there is absolute desire in his kisses as he moves down your neck, all the way to the front of the button-up. When he sees just how few buttons you’d bothered to do up, he audibly groans and if he wasn’t hard before, he certainly is now. The hand that was on your thigh has long since slipped beneath the shirt and he holds your waist as he finally lays you down, desperate to have you as close as possible. His movements will be slow, but purposeful - he takes great care to shower you with affection, gentle touches and grazes of his teeth, not to mention the forceful press of his hips against your own so you’re able to feel just what the sight of you in his button-up is doing to him. He knows how to rile you up until you’re digging your nails into his shoulder and pleading for him to touch you.

Chan will flush at the noises you’re making, but they’ll only make him want you more. He’ll have his hands up your shirt, running over your chest, drawing quiet moans of his name from your mouth. He’ll throw your underwear somewhere into the bedroom, but when you go to remove the button-up he’ll immediately stop you, telling you to keep it on because you look so good in it. Any opportunity to tease him about his confession is cut short by him slipping inside and the stretch is just right, sending any thoughts far from your head. He’ll bunch the shirt up in his fist as he moves and appreciate the sight of you looking swamped in the material. 

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

18 + Content & Fluff

[ Friends to Lovers ]

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I think we can agree that Chan is a pleaser - if he can do something for someone, he will. So you’re close friends with the group, but particularly Chan and let’s say that isn’t always easy being best friends with someone as attractive, and lovely, as Chan himself, but you get by keeping all feelings and any desire to jump his bones to yourself. Occasionally there is a little tension - on the day's Chan is feeling stressed or needy you sometimes wonder whether you ought to throw caution to the wind and finally make a move like Hyunjin has been telling you to for weeks. Recently the unspoken tension seems to have increased threefold - maybe it’s because he’s leaving the country soon, maybe it’s because you’re in love with him and spend an unhealthy amount of time fighting off thoughts that you definitely shouldn’t be having about your best friend. It comes to a head a couple of days before Chan is due to fly to the US and this is how it goes:

First, maybe Chan invited you to just hang out at the dorm whilst he finishes packing his suitcase. You’re just lounging on his bed, silently admiring him as he fiddles about in his wardrobe as if every single item isn’t the same shade of black. It’s quiet, as it always is before he flies halfway around the world, the atmosphere is stuck somewhere between excitement for the upcoming tour and sadness for him having to leave the city and you. After a while he stands and walks to the bed with a hoodie in hand and you assume he’s about to pull it on, but instead he offers it to you.

‘What is that for?’ You ask, furrowing your brow.

At first Chan is a little quiet, his gaze on the floor as he replies: ‘I just thought, because I’m going away.’

As soon as he begins, he starts to backtrack. The first thought that flashes through your mind is that maybe he feels the same way about you as you do him and it stuns you into silence until you hear the sudden insecurity in his voice. Then you immediately move closer to him and reach for the hoodie and it takes great willpower to firstly, not melt over just how cute he is, and secondly, pull him to your side. ‘Chan,’ you manage, faintly aware of the tears gathering at the edges of your eyes, ‘I’ll miss you so much.’

You’re not sure who moves, but suddenly you’re wrapped tight in Chan’s arms, your nose tucked into the crook of his neck, your bodies pressed close together. Chan can feel his t-shirt bunched in your fists and he tries to hold you even closer and he knows his heart is pounding in a way that betrays just how he feels. He tells you just how much he’s going to miss you too and it almost hurts when he sees your watery eyes as he pulls away. He isn’t thinking as he leans closer, bowing his head slightly, his thoughts are in a whirr because you’re giving him the softest, most adoring look and he’s in love. His mouth is gentle against yours - the movement of someone slowly testing the waters, someone cautious of sending their best friend running a mile if this is all a misunderstanding. When he feels your fingers press into his back to keep him close, he finally begins to relax into the kiss.

It’s soft and gentle and sometimes you break apart to catch your breath, but your foreheads press together and Chan’s grip around your waist is enough to express his determination to keep you close. He allows you to take the lead - deepening the kiss, your fingers daring to slip beneath his t-shirt and he slowly pushes you to the duvet, taking his time to hover over you so you can ask him to stop at any moment. It’s quiet as you carefully peel clothing from one another - t-shirts, trousers and even when you’re almost naked, when he is achingly hard against your thigh, Chan doesn’t speed things up. He waits for you to make the final step and you do, as he places kisses along your collarbone, you thread your fingers through his hair and sigh quietly, ‘Chan, please.’

He lifts his head to catch your eye and when you nod, he finally slips your underwear down your thighs. He finds your mouth again and mutters against your lips, ‘I’m going to take care of you.’

All you can do is nod again and hold onto his broad shoulders in an effort to keep yourself grounded because this is Chan, your best friend, the one you’ve been in love with for you don’t remember how long and he’s just beautiful and gentle. He looks to you again before he lines himself up, a final demand for consent and when you start to feel a stretch, your fingernails press crescent shapes into his back. Chan’s breathing is heavy as he stills, torn somewhere between wanting to fuck you in the way he’s been thinking about for months and trying to hold it together. He furrows his brow and triple-checks whether you’re okay and even when you nod and say yes, he can see tears in your eyes once more and it’s only when you tug at the ends of his hair and sigh that he realises why they’re there. ‘It feels so good,’ you manage and Chan responds by gently moving his hips against your own.

This isn’t something Chan wants to rush, in fact, he wants it to last a lifetime. The closeness has you both softly sighing as your head falls deeper into the pillow, Chan’s forehead resting on your shoulder as he savours the warmth and the way you squeeze him just right. The feeling of you wrapped around him has his head spiralling and he is sure, he will come undone soon. He rolls his hips and draws a whimper from your mouth and the noise prompts him to move again, quicker, deeper, if only to hear that noise again.

It is gentle even when you finish – your name falls from Chan’s mouth as his movements still and he places a grounding hand on your thigh as he feels your shaking legs around his waist. His retreat is slow, reluctant, and he does not move far, moving to your side and tugging you into his chest. His touch is soft and meant to slowly draw you back to him and for a while, neither of you speak. Eventually, you shift to look at his face, one hand caressing his cheek and for a moment you stumble over your words because Chan is looking at you as if you’re his entire world. It’s sort of like, ‘Chan, I – ‘ and that’s it, even though you want to tell him you’re in love with him.

Even though you can’t quite finish, Chan nods his head and replies, ‘I know, me too.’

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

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Masterlist

I’ve just been thinking about Chan fucking you until you’re dumb. The press of your nails into his shoulder blade is enough to break the skin, to leave behind a welt that’ll haunt Chan for the next couple of days, but it is a half-hearted effort to try and keep yourself grounded and he doesn’t stop you. The noises slipping from your mouth were once quiet, almost silent sighs, but the feeling of Chan slowly slipping in and out has stoked such a feeling in your abdomen that his name is the only word you’re able to string together. He really ought to take a break to bring you back to him, to gently remind you to be quiet because you’re not alone in the dorm, but he can’t seem to bring himself to do it. Even now, there is a flush searing across his features at the thought of you being heard, but something about the idea of reminding his friends that you’re his stirs the heat in the pit of his stomach. 

Chan’s fingers are bruising on your thigh, pinning you into place, as if you have half a thought of moving away. The necklace he hasn’t gotten around to taking off after his schedule is brushing over your chest, sometimes falling in front of your eyes, cool to the touch. After a while, Chan adjusts a little so he’s able to see your glassy eyes, the tremble of your lower lip as you say his name. He finally slows the movement of his hips and pries his hand from the bare skin of your thigh, only to pass his thumb over your cheek. Maybe it’s the sight of you, so needy, so desperate for him, maybe it’s the warmth and the wetness, but he has to brace himself so as to not come undone just yet. In a moment, he silently asks whether you’re okay, before he presses his lips to the spot behind your ear and guides his hand to your throat. When he continues the roll of his hips against your own, he is less gentle, he moves slowly, but presses hard, deep enough that your brow furrows and your teeth close on your bottom lip. Chan lets out breathy sighs against your skin, huffing out a quiet ‘fuck’ and whispers of your name.

thinking about this with jisung…. oh god..

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𝓚𝓮𝔂:

Fluff: ~ Smut: * Angst: ^

𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷

Dating bangchan - Moodboard ~

Planning a date with Chan - Text format ~

Bangchan photos - Pic collage ~

Dripping With Love - Short story ~

Love In The Crown - Story series ~ *

Comfort in Discomfort - Short story ~ (Requested)

Three Years in The Making - Short story ~ (Poll)

Random sexual texts with Chan - Text format *

A Closer Connection - Sakura's Bakery Request *

Cute Bangchan pictures - Pic collage ~

Love, Laugh, and Self-Care - Birthday story ~

𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀

Dating Lee Know - Moodboard ~

At a party without Minho - Text format ~ *

Lee Know photos - Pic collage ~

The Downpour Confession - Short story ~

Together and Content - Short story ~

Minho comforts you - Text format ~

Minho's trying to convince you - Text format ~

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓷

When Changbin misses you - Text format ~

Dating Changbin - Moodboard ~

Changbin photos - Pic collage ~

Taking The Leap - Short story ~

The Birthday Surprise - Short story ~ *

𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷

Dating Hyunjin - Moodboard ~

Hyunjin wants a kiss - Text format ~

Hyunjin photos - Pic collage ~

Dancing hearts series - Story series ~

A Quiet Night in Milan - Short story ~

Confessions and Connections - Short story ~

Lover boy texts - Texts ~

𝓗𝓪𝓷

Dating Han - Moodboard ~

Han misses you - Text format ^ ~

Han photos - Pic collage ~

Behind Closed Doors - Short story ~

𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔁

When he accidentally leaves you on read - Text format ~

Dating Felix - Moodboard ~

Felix photos - Pic collage ~

Brownie Biased - Short story ~

𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷

Dating Seungmin - Moodboard ~

Seungmin is coming over - Text format ~

Seungmin photos - Pic collage ~

Banter and Tunes - Short story ~

A Scrapbook Surprise - Short story ~

Completely His - Sakura's Bakery Request *

𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷

Dating Jeongin - Moodboard ~

On your period w/ Jeongin - Text format ~

Jeongin photos - Pic collage ~

Taking A Chance - Short story ~

𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂!𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼

Fireworks and Laughter ~

Two's Company, Three's a Party ~ (Han x Reader x Felix)

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓟𝓸𝓵𝔂! 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔂 𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1055

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 8 𝓼𝓮𝓬

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 4𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

The 8 members of Stray Kids were all excitedly preparing for the 4th of July celebration tonight. Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin each had their own idea of how to celebrate. Still, there was one thing they all agreed on - spending the night with their girlfriend, Y/n.

As the sun set, the sky turned into a dazzling display of fireworks, and the members gathered around a picnic blanket, surrounded by the sparkling lights.

Jeongin snuggled closer to Y/n’s side, his head resting on her shoulder as they watched the colorful fireworks illuminate the night sky. Changbin and Han were busy lighting up some sparklers and chasing each other around the blankets, their laughter filling the air. Chan and Minho were setting up a small, makeshift barbeque, while Felix and Seungmin were arguing over the best way to roast marshmallows.

Throughout the night, the members took turns stealing kisses from Y/n, each showing her how much they cared for her in their own way. They played games, sang songs, and shared stories, enjoying each other's company as the fireworks lit up the night sky. As the fireworks came to an end, the members and Y/n curled up together, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs as they watched the final sparks fade away. Despite their varied personalities, they all agreed that the best way to celebrate the 4th of July was by spending it with each other.

The night came to an end with the members slowly drifting off to sleep one by one, their tired bodies slumped together on the blanket. Y/n looked around at her sleeping boyfriends, feeling a deep sense of contentment and love. Each one was unique, but together, they made the perfect team. As she drifted off to sleep, Y/n knew that she was lucky to have not one, but eight amazing men in her life who loved her unconditionally.

The next morning, the members woke up groggy and disheveled, their clothes rumpled from the night before. Chan stifled a yawn and looked around at his boyfriends. "How the hell did we all end up sleeping outside?"

"No idea, but my back is killing me," Minho groaned, rubbing his neck tenderly.

"Must have been the fireworks," Changbin yawned. "They were pretty late last night."

The other members mumbled their agreement, still trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep. Chan stretched and turned to Y/n, who was also waking up. "Hey, sleepyhead. Did you enjoy last night?"

Y/n grinned, her hair sticking out in all directions. "Of course I did. It was the best 4th of July celebration ever."

The members chuckled, each one stealing a quick kiss from Y/n as they sat up, their legs tangled together under the blanket.

"Looks like we all had the same idea," Han teased.

Felix grinned. "Yeah, how could we resist?"

The morning was spent in a lazy, comfortable haze as the members slowly got up and started packing up their things. Despite their sore backs and sleep-deprived minds, they all felt happy and content, grateful for the simple pleasure of waking up together.

As they finished packing, Chan turned to the others with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, who's up for a quick game of volleyball before breakfast?"

The others groaned, but they all knew they couldn't resist a game. "You're on," Minho said, rolling his eyes. And so, the members, along with Y/n, spent the morning playing a rowdy game of volleyball, their laughter and banter echoing through the air.

Despite their initial resistance, the members found themselves getting more and more into the game. The competition was fierce, with each member determined to win. Jeongin was surprisingly good at serves, while Hyunjin was a master at spiking the ball. Even Changbin and Han, notorious for their lack of competitiveness, got into the game, their usual playful banter replaced with fierce determination.

In the end, the game ended in a tie, with everyone laughing and high-fiving each other. "That was intense," Felix panted, flopping down on the grass.

Changbin grinned. "You guys are too competitive. But hey, at least I didn't lose."

Han stuck out his tongue. "You were cheating, admit it."

The members bickered good-naturedly as they caught their breaths, exhausted but happy. Y/n watched them, feeling a deep sense of affection for each of them. They were a chaotic bunch, but they were hers.

As the game winded down, the members decided to head back to the house to shower. As they walked, they continued to banter and tease each other, their playful banter never ceasing. Once they reached the house, they all went their separate ways, each one heading to their respective rooms to freshen up.

As they all finished showering and got dressed, they converged in the kitchen, hungry and ready for some breakfast. Chan was already cooking up a storm, the smell of eggs and bacon filling the air. Minho and Hyunjin set the table while Jeongin and Felix helped Chan with the cooking. Changbin and Han just sat at the counter, groaning loudly and complaining about being hungry.

As they all sat down at the table to eat, the mood was lighthearted and carefree. They teased each other about the previous night's events, laughing at the memories of their chaotic volleyball game. Y/n sat between Minho and Hyunjin, enjoying the sight of her boyfriends goofing around.

As they finished their breakfast, they all agreed that it had been a perfect 4th of July celebration, full of laughter and love. Each member looked around the table at the others, feeling grateful for the bond they shared. Despite their individual personalities and quirks, they all knew that they were stronger together than apart.

The members finished up their breakfast and helped clean up the kitchen, still chatting and joking around. Y/n smiled as she watched them, feeling a deep sense of contentment and joy. She knew that this band of misfits, the eight men who had stolen her heart, were her family. And as they continued to build their future together, she knew that they would face it head-on, hand in hand, united in their love and support for each other.

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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1089

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 17 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Han Jisung was always a cheerful and playful person, known for his silliness and quick wit among his bandmates in Stray Kids. However, there was one person who brought out a different side of him – his girlfriend, Y/n.

Jisung had met Y/n at a music festival that Stray Kids had performed at. He had been instantly drawn to her kind-hearted nature and her unique sense of fashion. After some flirting and playful banter, he finally got her number.

From there, their relationship bloomed. Jisung was used to being the playful one in his group. Still, with Y/n, he found himself being more vulnerable and honest about his feelings. He loved how she made him feel - safe, supported, and understood. And Y/n adored seeing this softer side of him, the Jisung who was shy and romantic when it was just the two of them behind closed doors.

They spent their time together creating memories and laughing endlessly. Jisung would sneak Y/n to his dorm room when the other members were out, and they would spend hours talking, sharing dreams, and just being together. Despite the demanding schedules of his career, he always made time for her, even if it was just a quick phone call before bed.

Y/n was Jisung's refuge, a place where he could be himself without the pressure of being an idol. They laughed over silly jokes, cuddled during late-night movie marathons, and found joy in the simplest things, like cooking a meal together or going for a walk in the park.

Jisung's bandmates, although teasing and jokingly jealous of the time he spent with Y/n, were genuinely happy to see their usually sassy and carefree member find such happiness. They often jokingly called her “the only one who could tame Han Jisung.”

It was late at night, and Jisung and Y/n were sitting together in his dorm room, the soft light from a lamp providing a cozy ambiance. Jisung was sprawled on the bed, a pillow propped behind his head, while Y/n sat beside him, her legs draped over his. Jisung had one hand resting on her ankle, his thumb tracing idle patterns on her skin.

The world outside was quiet, the city's buzz reduced to a faint hum in the background. Jisung broke the silence with a soft sigh, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "You know," he began, his voice low and pensive, "Sometimes, I wonder what I did to deserve you."

"What do you mean," Y/n asks

Jisung rolled onto his side, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he looked at her. "You're perfect, you know that?" he said, his eyes roaming over her face. "You put up with my nonsense, you understand me when I'm being a brat, and you love me despite everything. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm worthy of you."

"Of course, you're worthy of me. If anything I should be asking you this." Y/n tells Han

Jisung's smile widened at her words. "Nah, you're selling yourself short," he said, reaching out to gently tug a strand of her hair. "You're the one who makes me want to be a better version of myself, who makes me feel like I can be vulnerable around you. That's priceless."

Y/n shifted closer to him, her thigh now pressed against his. "And you think you don't do the same for me?" she countered, a playful smile on her lips. "You make me laugh, you make me feel special, and you're the sweetest, most caring partner anyone could ask for."

Jisung chuckled, enjoying their playful banter. "Well, we make each other better, then," he conceded, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "But I'm still going to argue that you're the better half of this relationship."

"And I will happily accept that claim."

Jisung smiled, his eyes gleaming in the soft light. "Good," he said, his hand gently stroking her side. "But don't ever forget that you're the one with the power here. You've tamed the brat known as Han Jisung. That's an achievement in itself."

Y/n chuckled. "I've only 'tamed' you because I know I'm the only one you'll listen to," she teased, poking his chest playfully. "You're just putting on a show for the others most of the time."

Jisung feigned offense, putting a hand over his heart. "How dare you," he gasped, pretending to be hurt. "I'll have you know, I'm genuinely a menace. You've just managed to see through my tough exterior and find the softie beneath."

Y/n laughed, fully aware of his playful nature. "Oh, you're such a menace, alright," she agreed, resting her head on his chest. "Scared of horror movies, can't cook to save your life, and cries like a baby when we watch sad movies."

Jisung pretended to pout, his arm wrapping around her tighter. "Hey, those are my vulnerabilities. You're supposed to keep those secrets," he protested, but there was no hiding the smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And for the record, I happen to be a fantastic cook. I just happen to specialize in instant ramyeon."

Y/n's laughter filled the room. "Right, how could I forget your specialty?" she teased, resting her hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "And what about horror movies? You're still the one who hides your face in my shoulder whenever we watch one."

Jisung rolled his eyes, pretending to look indignant but failing miserably as the corners of his mouth curled up. "Hey, it's not hiding, it's called strategic avoidance," he quipped. "I'm not scared, I'm just… tactically avoiding jump scares because I know my heart couldn't handle them."

Y/n chuckled, feeling the playful banter between them lighten the mood even more. "Okay, Mr. Tactical Avoider," she said, her tone light and affectionate. "I won't expose your secret anymore."

Jisung sighed dramatically, pulling her even closer. "Good," he said, a goofy grin on his face. "And besides, I have a feeling you wouldn't want me any other way. You secretly find my jumpy nature endearing, admit it."

Y/n feigned nonchalance, her expression mock and serious. "Oh, absolutely," she teased. "Your fear of horror movies and inability to cook is definitely among my top criteria in a boyfriend."

Jisung laughed. "Hey now, don't ruin the moment," he joked, pretending to sound offended. "We both know you adore all my quirks, even the ones you pretend annoy you."

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓷𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 '𝔂𝓸𝓾'. 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯!

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 754

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 2 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓼 58 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Changbin was known for his rapping skills, fiery passion, and sharp wit. He helped Chan carry the weight of Stray kids on his shoulders, but his heart had remained partially hidden from the world.

That was until he met you. You were a vibrant soul with an infectious smile, you had unwittingly captured Changbin’s heart. You had been friends for months, but Changbin had held back his true feelings for you, unsure of how to approach the situation. However, fate had other plans.

“Hey Changbin! What’s up, I haven’t seen you in a while.” You ask with a bit of excitement in your voice.

Changbin’s heart fluttered at the sound of your voice. He turned around to see your radiant smile. “Hey, I’ve been great. Just prepping for our next comeback. You know how chaotic things get.”

“Yeah, it gets chaotic. My group goes through the same thing.” You reply

Changbin nodded, his gaze lingering on your face. “Ah, that’s right. You’re an Idol too. I forget about that sometimes. It must be really tough for you though. Juggling promotions, performances, and just keeping up with all the chaos. Especially since people expect more from female groups.”

“You should know just as well as I do by now, we just go with the flow.” You answer

Changbin lets out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the hallway. “You’re right. We’ve seen our fair share of ups and downs in this industry. Sometimes I wonder how we keep our sanctity intact.”

“Friends and sleep are how I manage to do everything.”

“Ah, sleep. The precious thing we never get enough of,” Changbin replied with a weary yet playful tone. “I rely on it just as much as our fandom relies on our songs. And friends? Well, they’re the real MVPs. They keep us grounded.”

You nod “Hey, how have you been doing with all the chaos? I know sometimes you forget to check in on yourself.” You ask.

Changbin's expression softened at your concern. “Honestly? It’s been a rollercoaster ride, but I try to not let it get to me much. I’ve realized that taking care of myself is just as important as taking care of the group. It’s a constant battle, balancing being the strong one everyone depends on and also remembering that I’m human too.” You nod your head in agreement “It’s very important to remember that… Do you have this afternoon off?” 

Changbin looked at his phone to check his schedule. “As a matter of fact, I do have this afternoon off. Why do you ask?”

“I just wanted to go somewhere that’s not our place of work to talk with each other, to catch up.” You reply

Changbin’s face lights up with a warm smile. “Sounds perfect! I could use some time away from all the hustle and bustle. So, where would you like to go? Somewhere quiet or someplace with a bit more action?”

“Somewhere quiet, for sure.” You answer.

“Alright then, how about we head to my favorite cafe? It’s a small, cozy place tucked away in a quiet alley. They have the best coffee, and it's perfect for some peaceful conversation.” Changbin suggested with a contented smile.

“Alright, I’m down. I’ll pay unless you want to.” You state feverishly

“I’ll pay! It’ll be my treat, dear.” Changbin replied with a chuckle, playfully bumping his shoulder against yours. “After all, I wouldn’t dare make such a captivating woman pay for her own refreshments.”

“Dear? Captivating?” You repeat back with a bit of shock.

Changbin chuckled, a hint of bashfulness creeping onto his cheeks. “Ah, you know me. I’ve always had a tendency to say things without filtering them properly. But yeah, you’re captivating, and I mean it. Your energy, your passion, everything about you captivates me.”

“So, you like me?” You ask teasingly

Changbin blushed even more, his voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. “Don’t tease me. You already know I do. But just to reaffirm, yes, I like you. A lot.”

You pause for a second, “I like you too.” You mumble slightly.

Changbin’s heart skipped a beat as he processed your words. A bashful smile spread across his face, and a light blush dusted on his cheeks. “You do?” He asks softly, a mix of surprise and joy in his voice.

“Mhm, how could I not? You’re a very easy person to fall in love with.” You reply. “Now, can we go get that coffee?”

Prologue/Intro to chapter 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

~~~~~~Prologue/ Intro to Chapter 1~~~~~~~

𝓒𝔀: 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓯 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽

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The prince was an anti-social and cold person, he rarely spoke to anyone besides his staff, even though it was only a few words. You were his maid and you seemed to be his sole exception, the only person with his full trust. 

While it seemed like he didn't care about anyone else, he treated you with respect and kindness. Something you weren't expecting when you were placed to be the prince's maid. There was never a trace of coldness in his voice when he spoke to you.

Slowly, the prince started to get this weird feeling in his heart whenever you were near. He would picture you in his head, your eyes that shine in the sun, your smile whenever he told a bad joke, your hands when you gently fixed his hair, the way you always smelled sweet when you were next to him or in front of him, the way your body moves when you walk. And even sometimes late at night about how your body would look underneath him... but most of the time he would quickly push those thoughts out of his head.

It was inappropriate for him to think of you like this, sexually. You're his maid, a relationship between you and him could never happen. His parents expected him to marry someone with a royal status, just so the kingdom could have a next heir to the throne.

He's quickly bought out of his thoughts by a gentle knock on his bedroom door. It's you, here to wake him up and get him ready for the day. When he finally sits up in his bed, he sees you walking towards his windows and throwing his curtains open.

"You have another lesson with your father today, I'm pretty sure it's about fighting. So, if this kingdom ever goes into war, you can defend it." You tell him while setting out his clothes.

He groans, not happy with having to listen to his father give his speeches that he's heard thousands of times and could recite in his sleep.

"Can't I just sleep in? I didn't get much sleep last night." He asks in a slight teasing tone.

You're unphased by his response. "No, you can't. Your father instructed me to get you to this lesson on time and dresses appropriately. And even though I serve you, your father scares me more. Now, get dressed." You rant "C'mon, let's go" You urge him as you pull on his arm to get him out of his bed.

He sighs but gets up against his will. As he undresses you turn your back to him to give him privacy. Once he's dressed and he gives you the go ahead, you turn around and straighten his outfit before heading to his bedroom door and opening it. "After you, your highness." You tease as he waves his hand, dismissing you but mumbling a thank you under his breath.

"Now, let's get you to your father. And for the love of God, don't skip out on this. I don't want to be scolded again." You groaned.

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𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 540

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝒞𝓌: 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻, 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

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Bangchan woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sunlight shining through his window. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, groaning as he sat up in bed. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table, seeing that it was only half past six am. 

Chan groaned again and flopped back down on his pillow, pulling the covers over his head. He hated getting up early, especially since it meant enduring his father's dull lessons. He wanted to sleep in, but he knew that you, his maid would give him an earful if he didn't comply.

Chan heard a knock on his door followed by the sound of your footsteps as you walked into his room. He peeked out from under his covers to see you approaching his bed, already dressed and ready for the day.

"Good morning, your Highness," You said with a smile, "It's time to wake up."

Bangchan let out a sigh of resignation and sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He knew that he had no choice but to get up now that you were there to supervise his morning routine.

"You don't have to call me that, I'm not the King yet." Bangchan groans. "I know, just getting you used to it." You respond.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Chan replies, "Now will you please be so kind as to let me sleep for once?"

You sigh and shake your head. "I'm afraid that's impossible, your Highness. Your father has instructed me to wake you up and ensure that you attend your morning lesson."

Chan groans again and buries his face in his pillows. He was not looking forward to this.

"Come on, you have to get dressed." You say as you go over to his windows and throw his curtains open, letting in sunlight.

Bangchan groans and rolls over, covering his face with a pillow. "I don't want to get up," he mumbles, "Can't you send someone else to attend to my clothes?" 

You roll your eyes as you walk to his dresser, pulling out a clean set of clothes. "You just want more time in bed, don't be lazy your Highness. I'll help you get dressed if you need it," you say teasingly.

Chan grumbled but got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head as you finish laying out his clothes and accessories. After he got dressed, you helped with his hair, making sure everything was perfect.

"You can't skip out on this lesson with your father today. If you do, he'll yell at me, and frankly I don't need to add that to my day. No offense your Highness," you tell Bangchan as you add on accessories to his outfit.

He groaned as you finished preparing him for the day. "I really don't want to attend this lesson," he whined.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "And why's that?"

"Because it's just going to be a bunch of boring lectures on responsibility and leadership. I've heard it all before," Chan complains.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't be so boring if you actually listened for once," You retort. "Plus, if you actually listened, he wouldn't have to say the same thing over and over again." You continued.

"Ugh, I know, I know," Chan whines with a roll of his eyes, "But I can't help it. His lessons are so dull and boring, I feel like I could die from sheer boredom."

"Well, that's physically impossible, so you'll be fine. Now, let's go."

Chan sighs but he still follows you out of the room, preparing himself for another boring lesson with his father.

"Here we are" you start as you reach the room his father is in. "If you need me send another maid to find me, I have other chores to do around the castle."

You curtsy to the king then to Chan before you leave the room.

Chan watches you leave with sad eyes before turning back to get started with his father's lesson for the day. He groans and takes a seat, trying to keep an open mind even though he knew his father was just going to repeat the same old thing again.

*Your POV*

I go back to Chan's room to tidy it up, change the sheets, put clean sheets on, and fix the pillows and blankets on his bed. Fastening the curtains correctly, tidied his vanity, and gathered all his dirty laundry to bring down to the maid's downstairs so they could wash them.

As I tidy up Chan's room, I take the time to look around and admire the luxurious surroundings. From the plush furnishings to the elegant decorations, it was clear that not many people got to experience such opulence. I find myself wondering what it was like to live in such a grand palace, always being waited on hand and foot. I started to envy Chan's status but, I also know that it also came with its own set of challenges. 

After finishing up with the room, I head out to the main floor of the castle to help with the other duties that needed to be done.

I decided to help gather produce from the castle gardens with the other maids from the castle kitchen.

I have always enjoyed this task, I got to spend time outdoors in the gardens.

The castle maids are one big family, and they work as one unit. If one maid has nothing on her schedule, they find something to help out with. It makes things at the castle run faster and smoother, It also gets all of you an early break at the end of the day.

This is why I like Chan's lessons with his father all day. Even though he hates having to sit there and listen to his father.

As the other maids and I worked in the garden, we couldn't help but notice the two guards watching over the bunch of you. All of you wondered why they were there, but they didn't think too much of it, gossiping and making up stories on why guards were suddenly watching over you all. However, you all continued to pick the fresh produce and laugh along with other maids, while I enjoyed the company and the warm sun on your face. Overall, it was a good day to be working outside in the gardens. 

The other maids and I head back inside with baskets full of produce, taking them to the kitchen to be washed and prepped by the kitchen maids so they can make lunch and dinner. Once everything is settled in the kitchen, I head up to check on Chan, seeing if the lesson with his father is over.

I head up to the room Chan and his father reside in, hoping to find him out of his lesson with his father. As I approach the room, I see the door is still closed, indicating that the lesson is still is session. I pause for a moment outside the door, wondering what's happening inside.

Is Chan bored of frustrated? Is his father giving him a hard time or vice vera, or simply going over the usual business of being a prince? You can't help but be curious. But I know I shouldn't eavesdrop, that I should just wait patiently until the meeting is over. Just go back to my sleeping quarters and rest for a bit.

But, even though I decided against it, I still knocked on the door, before opening it slightly. "I'm just checking in, making sure the two of you don't need anything. A drink? Something to eat?"

Chan immediately looked up to me, trying to hide his frustration with the boring lessons. "No, I don't need anything," he said dismissively, trying to sound like he wasn't bored out of his mind. "Just bring me my lunch when it's ready."

I bow my head towards Chan, signaling that I heard him, then I look towards the King. "Would you like the same thing Sir? For your lunch to be brought to you when it's ready?"

The King waves his hand dismissively at me. "No, that's alright, just bring me some water."

Chan rolls his eyes, used to this kind of behavior from his father. He watches as you bow before leaving the room, the door closing softly behind me.

I head down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I go to head back up to the lunch gets finished so me and the Kings personal maid Maya, grab a tray and put the plates of food and the glass of water on the tray before heading back up to the room the King and Prince reside in.

As the two of you make your way back upstairs with the trays of food and water, they could feel the tension in the air. Bangchan and his father had a strained relationship and their lessons often made things worse. Maya and I knew we had to be careful in how they handled the situation.

As I go to knock on the door there's a loud crash from inside the room. Maya and I flinch and exchange a worried look with each other. We pause outside the door, listening for any further noises, unsure of what to do. But everything was silent. We exchange a nervous glance once again before taking a deep breath and enter the room, unsure of what we might find.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝒞𝓌: 𝒜𝓁𝓁𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 (𝓃𝑜 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒), 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻

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Maya and I stood in the doorway taking in the sight. The king was standing in front of Chan with an angry look on his face and a broken vase on the floor next to his feet. While Chan was still sitting in the chair he’s been in, with his head hung low. 

We glanced nervously at Bangchan, he looked defeated, and it sent a pang of sadness in my heart. I had to stay professional in front of the king. I glanced at Maya before I took a step forward, clearing my throat before speaking.

“We have lunch” I speak quietly but loud enough for them to hear.

The king turns his gaze towards us, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Set the food on the table.” He grumbles, gesturing towards a table in the corner of the room.

Maya grabs a tray to hand to me before she grabs her own tray. We make our way to the table and set the trays down. After we set them down we make our way back to the doorway unsure of what to do.

“Will you need anything else?” Maya asks.

“No, that will be all,” the king says gruffly, taking a seat at the table.

Chan remains silent, still looking down at the ground as he avoids eye contact with anyone. Maya and I exchange another nervous glance, unsure of what to do or say next. The atmosphere in the room is thick with tension.

As Maya and I leave the room, closing the door behind us, I can’t help but feel a sense of worry for Chan. I know that he and his father have a complicated relationship, but seeing them argue like this was difficult to witness. I look towards Maya, trying to gauge her emotions before speaking.

Do you think he’ll be okay?” I ask her quietly as we walk down the hall.

Maya looks at me and sighs. “I don’t know,” She replies. “It’s hard to tell, the king and Bangchan have been at odds for a long time. Sometimes things get heated, but normally they can work through it.” She stops walking and frowns. “But I don’t know… that argument seemed more intense than usual.” She finished.

“Chan looked sad and scared… normally when I walk into a room he looks at me to acknowledge me, but his eyes didn’t leave the floor.” I tell Maya.

Maya nods thoughtfully, listening to my observation. “You’re right” She agrees. “He was acting different, he seemed withdrawn and defeated. And it is unusual for him not to acknowledge you. Is there something else going on or is it just the bad argument?”

“He was fine this morning, before this meeting with his father.” I respond

Maya nods again. “That’s true,” she muses. “It seems like that meeting with his father might have triggered something. Maybe the disagreement was much worse than what we saw there. Since we only got the ending of the argument, it could have been much worse.” She pauses before speaking again. “You should keep an eye on him, make sure he’s ok. But for now you should give him space.”

I nod “Yeah… that’s what I was thinking, I’m going to fetch his favorite night wear and I’m thinking about getting the cook to make his favorite dessert.” I tell Maya and she nods in agreement.

“I don’t know how I’m going to handle the king.” Maya tells me.

We both go our separate ways. I go to Chan's room to find his favorite nightwear and I place it on his bed. Then I go to the cook downstairs to ask them to make Chan's favorite dessert made for him when he gets out of the meeting with his father.

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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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