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120724 Milano Chan

LORD JESUS SAVE ME

He’s so boyfie material coded

Channie Bangchan

over here trying to catch up on stray kids music cuz I haven’t actually listened to any of their new stuff since maxident

I've seen chan with the green eye + purple hair, so do you know what I'm thinking 😏

Im gonna bend it a bit tho ;)

Anyone who says no is a liar.

DID YOU NEED ME

Can you imagine how lucky I am to have dreamt this:) except the nightmare part.

College au, best friend?chan x fem reader. Fluff.

Reader has a nightmare.

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You toss and turn breaking out in a sweat as you're being chased by one of those 'five nights at freddies' Characters. You run and scream as your heart races, but no-one hears your screams and no-one comes to your aid. The night time consumes your sight as you try to find a way to run, but unfortunately for you the creature catches you before you can get away. The creature drops you to the ground blocking any way for you to run.

You scream as the creature stabs you repeatedly.

You leap forward on your bed as you wake up from your nightmare. Fuck. You wanted to cry so bad. It felt so real. You touch yourself feeling your body for any stab wounds but you find none.

You sigh relieved but still feeling the adrenaline from the dream.

"Y/n are you okay" your roommate asks seeing the distressed and uneasy look on your face.

"Im okay just had a nightmare" you chuckle trying to ease her concerns "I'll be fine"

Your friend knew you well enough to know that after you had a nightmare you weren't going to be okay, you weren't going to be able to sleep. You'd either consume yourself with work or go on a stroll on campus.

She knows that you need your sleep and the only way you were going to sleep was if she called chan. So that's what she did.

Your friend walks out of the room intending on going to call chan from his room but she stops when she finds chan in the hallway chating and laughing with his friends.

"Hey chan" she says which chan replies to.

"Can you come for a minute y/n needs you"

When he hears your name and that you need him he drops everything he's doing, tells his friends he has to go and walks to your room.

When he gets there he finds you standing against the door frame in your shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Your friend walks in leaving you and chan by yourselves.

You're shocked when you see chan, you didn't expect him. You can't believe your friend went to call him. You knew you wanted him to be with you in order to feel better but you didn't know if he would want to.

He stands in front of you shirtless and in some sweatpants he has a smile on his face from his previous laughter. But it drops when he sees the uneasy look on your face.

"Your friend told me you needed me" he says walking closer to you and putting a hand on the side of your neck and rubbing your neck to comfort you. You give in to his touch sighing feeling the ache in your chest subside.

"Is everything okay?" He narrows his brows at you waiting for an answer. When he asks you this you feel your tears form in your eyes.

"I had a bad dream chan" you say about to cry as you run into his arms. And wrapping your arms around his naked torso. You relax at the sound of his heart and the heat he emits. You're surprised he's this warm cause he's walking around shirtless.

He welcomes you into his arms as he rubs your back and runs a comforting hand on your head and places a kiss on your shoulder.

"Aw my baby.... its okay I'm here" he coos as he places a kiss on your cheek.

He hears you sniffle and he even pulls you closer to him.

"I was really scared chan" your words are muffled by his chest but he hears you clearly. "I really want you around right now"

"Only right now" he jokes

"Forever. I want you around Forever" you say giggling a bit.

"Do you want me to cuddle you so you can fall asleep?" He asks pulling away in order to face you and look in your eyes. You feel cold immediately you detach from him even though you're the one more clothed.

"Please" you say begging with your eyes.

Chan smiles at that rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he places a kiss on your forehead.

"You're so cute. Come on"

He says as he pulls you into your room and into your bed. You lay under the covers with your back against chan's front as he rubs your stomach with his hand. His body is so close to yours, cause that's what you wanted, you wanted him holding you tightly and chan did as you asked even better than you expected. He casually hums and kisses your neck as you slowly drift off to sleep feeling safe in his arms.

"I wanna be around you forever too" he says into your neck as he too falls asleep.

"IT JUST SLIPPED"

Today you had to shoot a cooking talk show like video for your YouTube channel. You were so excited and happy cause you had two special guests. Bangchan and felix.

You had a hard time sleeping cause you were so nervous today. And as you walk through the studio towards the set up kitchen you get even more nervous.

"Have they arrived?" You ask your assistant as she walks beside you.

"Yes they just got in" as she says that the nervousness sinks in more.

Its the first time you and any straykids members are filming something together, you have many reasons to be nervous but the main reason is you're afraid you might slip up. Slip up? Yeah you're afraid you might accidentally call chan 'baby' like you always do when you're with him. But most of the time when you're with him it's not infront of large lights and cameras.

Nobody knows that you two have been dating, not your companies, not your crew, not even you're assistant, it's still kinda new so you wanna keep it low. The only people who know you and chan are dating are his members. Who said they found out when they all "accidentally" saw you and chan's chats. The defenders were han and Lee know, when you saw those two open there mouths to defend you knew it was bullshit. Who accidentally reads three months worth of conversations in front of others accidentally.

You were kinda mad and embarrassed that they read your messages cause you and chan had some spicy texts and pictures in there. But chan promised to talk to them and keep his phone better which made you feel better.

And it seemed like chan's talk did work on them, cause they never brought up any of the messages or made any silly joke about it. They only congratulated you and made you feel comfortable.

You see the familiar figure of your boyfriend and his bandmate walk in straight to you. You and chan give eachother smiles hoping no one noticed cause you and him need to keep this a secret.

When they approach you, felix first, you share greetings and give eachother hugs. When chan hugs you he tries to not make it obvious by placing his hand a little lower on your back.

"I missed you" he whispers into your ear and you feel the heat consume you.

"Shut up were supposed to be undercover" you joke.

"But I missed you too" you confess still in a whisper.

You two missed each other like you didn't text and facetime everyday when you can.

He walks by you as he greets the crew.

After sometime and getting things ready it's time to film.

Since its your youtube channel and show you have to be the one to introduce them.

"So today we're gonna do a little cook and chat" you begin to say to the camera.

"But before we do I wanna introduce you to two people" you give a look to chan and felix as they take it as a sign to get into frame. They give their biggest smiles to the camera as they bow to it and to you which you return as well.

They give their intros and you smile at them as they express how they're happy to be here and how much they've always wanted to be on your show. It makes you blush but it's not like you didn't know. One of the reasons this filming idea came up was because chan expressed to you how much you he wanted to be on your show. And after both of your companies accepted, the date was set.

You and the boys laugh as you answer some funny questions and chop up some food. One of the questions led to chan having to tell an embarrassing story which makes everyone in the studio laugh. You also end up telling a story and chan can't help but watch as you smile and giggle when you tell the story.

He always loved hearing you talk and express yourself, it's one of his favourite things about you. Feeling his loving gaze on you, you glance at him and warn him making him look away and focus on washing the lettuce.

You're cutting some cucumber when it slips from the grip of the knife and cuts you a bit.

You hiss catching everyone's attention. Chan looks at you worried as he watched you rush to the sink. It kills him how he can't just run over to you and care for your wound just because people might find out.

"I'm good guys" you say but it doesn't help lighten chan's heart.

Felix notices his uneasiness and taps him on the back. "She's okay bro relax" he doesn't pay much attention to that as he watches a staff wrap your finger with a bandaid.

After you get back you grab a new knife and new cucumber as chan stares at you still uneasy.

"I'm okay chan" you smile at him and he feels a little more relieved when you say it directly to him, maybe it's your smile that comforts him. But he still wishes he had been the one to help you.

You continue to shoot the video as chan takes over the cutting duty and puts you in egg boiling duty. Which you rolled your eyes at. He's so protective, as if you couldn't burn yourself with hot water.

After you're done with the shooting, chan approaches you.

"Let me see your hand" he grabs your hand not even letting you choose whether or not he can see your hand. But you let him cause he's just trying to be caring.

"Are you okay?" It's a question he keeps asking you and you don't know if you wanna answer him again.

"I'm fine chan, now let go of my hand before someone sees us." He doesn't take heed to your words and continues to examine your finger touching I lightly which you find comforting.

"You don't look fine. Want me to give you a hug?" He says slowly moving into you. If no one has noticed the two of you someone's gonna notice now. You try and push him away giggling at his words, you really don't want your cover blown but chan doesn't seem to care. He doesn't care actually.

"Baby I'm okay" you say a little louder than you expected. You immediately move away from chan and stare at the people now staring at you. If the company hears about this you're screwed.

"I meant chan" you laugh awkwardly.

"It just slipped" you try and assure the people around you. You know they couldn't care less but you'd never know who'd be a snitch.

"I call everyone baby anyways" chan laughs as you try to convince yourself.

It's no use they heard you clearly.

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Its been been seven days since your cooking episode with chan and felix aired. And you heard some rumours and theories going around on the Internet.

So you decided to check on the comments yourself.

Chan giving y/n those loving eyes

I want someone to look at me like the way chan's looking at her

If these two aren't dating I'm gonna take y/n

These two gotta be dating look at the way he's looking at her.

I can feel the tension between them

The chemistry between these two.

Kiss already

You didn't realise the tension between you and chan was so obvious. Maybe it's the way you spoke and looked at eachother. And after watching the video for yourself you can definitely see it.

"Our love can't be hidden" chan said when you brought the issue to him. You laughed, he doesn't take this seriously huh?

"What's the magic word baby"

Chan is literally down by your pussy as you shiver feeling his breath touch you.

He has your legs spread so you can't close them. He's been working and he's missed you so much, he really needed you but just like all the other times he needed you so say the magic word so that he knows that you want it. Yes wasn't enough for him.

"What's the word baby" he says breathless impatiently waiting for you to say it so he can dive in.

It somehow irritated you that chan always needed you to say the word for him to pleasure you. But you understand where he's coming from he just wants surety.

"What's the magic word baby" he says drawing nearer to your cunt hoping you can give him an answer quick. You sigh.

"Abracadabra" you say not able to hold in your laughter. How can you be so unserious right now he thinks. But that's how to two have always been, playful.

"Baby" he looks at you pleading as you continue to laugh at his facial expression. You calm down from your laughter noticing his hunger.

"Okay okay" you give in to his straight face. "Please channie" you whine remembering that he's actually between your legs. It's not long before he's on you, tongue touching every part of you.

After sometime you can feel chan smile against your cunt before he detaches himself and releases a laugh.

"That was actually funny" he says still laughing while on you. The vibrations from his laughter makes the pleasure even better. You're too lost in your thoughts to pay attention to the man still laughing at your joke.

"I'm never gonna forget that baby"

Minho, "scoot over!!"

Jeongin, "I was here first"

Minho, "I am older than you"

Jeongin, "exactly!! Go break up your hip instead of fighting for my chair"

Felix, "I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to the school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? Nobody ever asked me if I want to be a duck!!!

Jisung: *doing ayego to Hyunjin*

Hyunjin, *poking Jisung's eyeballs*

JYP, "Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something"

Chan, "Nope!!"

I.N, "No"

Hyunjin, "Never"

Felix, "I hope it sucks from whatever you're going through"

Changbin, "I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life"

Seungmin, "I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you"

Minho, "I can't wait to go to your funeral knowing that I could've changed the outcome"

Chan is as delusional as us or something, I swear

This can be read as if you and Chan are together but can also be read as just a 9th member reader with Chan and Mn teasing each other.

The morning barely started and he could already hear Chan laughing to himself about something when you opened your door to finish getting ready for the day. You see him walk by and call out to him before he disappeared somewhere. “Chan?” “Yeah?” “What are you laughing about?” All he does is hand you his phone as he watches for your reaction.

A smile starts growing on your face as you read what he's been sending to stay so far. “You're breaking up with me?” “Yes- Wait, not you!” You laugh before handing his phone back to him with a shake of your head. “You…are ridiculous.” You chuckle. “Am not.” “Oh, you're not? You're the one breaking up with Stay.” “ooh, did you read this one?” He followed you to the couch and sat next to you while you took his phone. “You're seeing someone else?” You ask skeptically as you raise your brow at him. “Berry.” He said with his derpy little smile (:]) “Oh my god.” You throw your head back as you stand up again to find something to eat.

The little giggles didn't stop as he sat with you while you eat. You laugh to yourself at Chan messing with Stay. You glance over his shoulder and you can't help the chuckle that comes out. “Bad Chris or Nerdy Chris? What are you doing?” Chan sets his phone down and covers his face with his hands. “Mn!” “What? You're the one messing with Stay next to me, you're gonna be subjected to me being a bit nosy. And excuse me, ‘Sexy Chris is forbidden.’ Seriously?” “Not to you.” Shaking your head at his comment, You picked up his phone and he went to snatch it back but you held it away. You read how he convinces Stay to ‘break up’ with who they're seeing, wishing Stay a happy life if they don't, how he became just friends with Berry. “Chan, I say again, you're ridiculous.” “It's funny.” “Goofus.” You hand his phone back to him and this time you watch over his shoulder, watching this story he's built with Stay build.

When he starts stuttering to Stay, you start dying of either the hilarity of it all or the cringe. In the middle of watching, you had been texting one of the boys and proceeded to tell them about Chan’s antics.

When Chan sat his phone down and covered his face with a whine but a visible smile behind his hands, you pat his shoulder. “Mn! Help, what did I just do?!” “You did this to yourself, Hyung, can't help you.”

Hi everyone! I’m excited to introduce you to my latest fanfic. This story delves into the complex and fiery relationship between two strong-willed characters. It’s a rollercoaster of emotions, filled with tension, passion, and unexpected twists. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your feedback and thoughts are highly appreciated, so please let me know what you think!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------This story contains themes of explicit sexual activity, intense emotional and physical tension, and potentially triggering situations. Reader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive to these topics, please proceed with caution or consider not reading further.

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It had been a splendid day, and I had envisioned concluding it in Chan's dorm, surrounded by his friends, after a delightful dinner together. Alas, our busy schedules had thwarted our plans for an outing, leading us to settle for a cozy meal at home instead. When I arrived, I found Chan and the boys already at ease with their takeout, but something in the atmosphere was off.

"Hi, boys!" I called out, my excitement tempered by the subtle tension in the room. Chan greeted me with a distracted nod, his smile lacking its usual warmth. "Hi, baby girl," he said, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I’ve missed you."

"I missed you too, baby," I replied, hoping my embrace would offer some comfort despite the apparent stress weighing on him.

"I’ll just take a quick shower and join you all," I announced, trying to maintain a light tone.

"Alright, baby," Chan replied, his eyes not quite meeting mine. "Do you want me to join you?"

"Uhm, no, I'll be quick. I don’t think we’d make much progress with you in the shower," I responded, giving him a playful wink in an attempt to lighten the mood, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that his stress was a barrier I’d need to navigate carefully.

After my shower, I retreated to Chan's room, slipping into one of his comfortable, endearing tees. I began my nightly skincare routine, finding solace in the familiar ritual. With some idle time on my hands, I scrolled through my phone, only to stumble upon an article featuring Chan. At first, I chuckled, dismissing it as just another fanciful media creation.

But as I opened the article, my laughter quickly faded. There, in a photograph, was Chan with Somi, their faces alight with genuine happiness as they shared a moment at a restaurant. The sight of them together was like a jolt, sending a wave of mixed emotions crashing over me. Chan had never mentioned this encounter, and seeing them so close rekindled the grudge I had long harbored against Somi—a resentment that had been simmering since the early days when Chan and I were just friends.

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Somi and I met through Chan and the boys. They introduced her when I started hanging out with them more often. I soon noticed that Somi had feelings for Chan, though he seemed completely unaware. She took advantage of this by getting close to Chan, despite the fact that something was developing between Chan and me. Chan and I shared unspoken feelings for each other—something that everyone else seemed to be aware of, except for us. Neither Chan nor I had yet acknowledged the burgeoning emotions between us.  One thing I made clear to Chan early in our relationship was my concern about Somi. I told him explicitly that she wasn’t a true friend and seemed intent on coming between us. Somi had never hidden her displeasure at our relationship, and whenever I was with Chan and the boys, her discomfort was palpable—an unease that seemed to be noticed only by Han and me. I tried to express my worries to Chan, but he dismissed them as overthinking. He reassured me that no one could create a rift between us, soothing my anxieties with his warm embrace. His words and presence made me feel cherished, allowing me to let go of my worries and fully enjoy our time together. As long as he was by my side, his love was a comforting shield against any doubts or fears, making every moment with him feel loved and secure.

Chan returned to the room, clad in comfy clothes, and slid into bed beside me. His kiss was soft yet intense, a promise of his affection that melted away my irritation. I tried to push aside the thought of Somi's late-night call and let myself be swept away by the moment. Our passion ignited as our kisses grew deeper and more fervent. We explored each other with a hunger that left our skin tingling, each touch and caress a testament to the love we shared. The warmth of his body against mine, combined with our shared intimacy, made me forget all else, immersing us in a night of heated, unspoken desire. After our passionate night, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. When morning arrived, I busied myself preparing breakfast for Chan, who kept me company by sitting on the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone.

Suddenly, he looked up and said, "Oh, Somi called me last night and left a bunch of texts. I wonder what that’s about..."

I played it casual, trying to mask my curiosity. "Hmm, I wonder what could be so urgent," I replied, feigning innocence about the call he received.

"She just wanted to catch up, and apparently, she needs some help with an album," Chan said, scrolling through his phone. I felt a twinge of annoyance, knowing deep down that her real intention was to see him.

"Uhmm, she wants to catch up at 11:30 PM?" I asked, unable to completely mask my jealousy and making my discomfort with Somi's advances evident.

Chan chuckled at my reaction. "Ah, baby, come on. She just needs some help. You know your boyfriend is one of the best producers around. Who wouldn’t want free help from me?"

I smiled, rolling my eyes playfully. "Well, if you say so," I replied, though my feelings were still a mix of irritation and affection.

Chan slid off the counter and moved behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me tightly against him. His breath was warm and tantalizing against my neck as he whispered, "You look incredibly hot when you're jealous, you know? It makes me want to show you just how completely I’m yours, and how entirely you’re mine."

He began to trail soft, lingering kisses along my neck, each touch gentle yet electrifying. His lips brushed my skin with a mix of tenderness and desire, creating a slow, sensual dance of affection. I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his touch a constant reminder of the passion and connection we shared. Every kiss was a promise, a pledge of his devotion and an invitation to lose ourselves in each other’s embrace.

I turned to face him, holding his gaze with a playful glint in my eyes. "Well, prove it then," I teased, my voice dripping with flirtation. "Show me that you're all mine."

Chan’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, "Oh, you didn’t have to ask, baby girl. I was already planning to do just that."

With a swift, confident motion, he swept me off my feet, abandoning the breakfast I had been preparing—salad and orange juice forgotten. He carried me effortlessly to his room, where he laid me gently on the bed. His lips found mine in a fervent, passionate kiss, igniting a new wave of desire between us. Each kiss was infused with a deep longing, a promise of the morning's intimate connection. Chan's lips moved to my neck, his kisses igniting a fire that made me forget everything else on my mind. We began to slowly undress each other, our hands exploring with a mix of tenderness and fervor. As we shed our clothes, we lost ourselves in the act of adoration, each touch and caress a celebration of our passion and connection. We worshiped each other with a deep, consuming intensity, every moment becoming an intimate testament to our desire and devotion. His lips descended on my skin with a fervent hunger, wrapping around my sensitive bud. He sucked and bit gently, his touch a delicious blend of passion and tenderness. As he fondled and lavished it with affection, every sensation heightened my desire, leaving me yearning for more. “Uhm fuck, please stop teasing me, baby,” I begged, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and longing. “Just fuck me already.”

Chan’s eyes sparkled with a teasing glint as he chuckled softly. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, baby girl?” he said, his voice rich with playful mockery. He reveled in the sight of my desperate need, enjoying every moment of my heightened anticipation.

“Maybe you should ask me a bit more nicely, and then I might just give it to you,” he said with a teasing grin, spanking my ass as if to emphasize his playful dominance.

I arched my back, my breath coming in quick, heated bursts. “Please, Channie,” I begged, my voice a sultry whisper. “Please fuck me.” My hands gripped the sheets as I pleaded, my desperation palpable. Every inch of me ached for his touch, and I begged with an intensity that mirrored the burning desire inside me, hoping he would finally surrender to my need. “There you go, love,” he said softly, his voice dripping with affection. “That’s all you needed to say, baby.” He began to pepper kisses across my cheeks, each touch gentle yet filled with yearning, his eyes locking with mine in a tender gaze.

“You’re my good girl,” he murmured between kisses, his words laced with admiration. “Such a good girl for me.” Overwhelmed by his tenderness, I whispered back, “I love you,” my voice trembling with emotion. As his lips found mine in a deep, passionate kiss, he puts his dick inside me, slowly, ensuring each movement was gentle and considerate, his touch intended to bring pleasure without pain. As he gradually increased his pace, a soft moan escaped my lips. “Ohhh yesss,” I gasped, savoring every second of his loving attention. Each movement was deliberate, a testament to his desire to show me just how deeply he cared. His rhythm and intensity built a crescendo of pleasure, enveloping us both in a cocoon of shared ecstasy. “You like it, baby?” he murmured, his voice heavy with desire as he continued his steady rhythm. “You got what you wanted so badly, didn’t you?”

His words were punctuated by the deep, satisfying pressure that made me shiver with pleasure. I nodded, my breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. “Yes baby” I managed to reply, my voice tinged with need and satisfaction.

He leaned closer, his eyes locked onto mine with a teasing glint. “Can you take it if I go harder, baby? Hmm?” His voice was a deep, seductive growl, each word dripping with the promise of heightened pleasure. His fingers, both tender and urgent, traced gentle patterns on my skin, the anticipation of his next move hanging tantalizingly in the air.

“Yes, yes, I can take it, Channie,” I breathed, my voice quivering with need and anticipation. “Go harder, please.”

A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he responded, “You asked for it, baby, and I’m going to give it to my baby girl.” With a deliberate motion, he spread my legs wider, positioning himself to explore me with even greater intensity. Each movement was calculated to amplify the pleasure, his touch both demanding and loving, as he fulfilled my every desire.

I clung to his shoulders, feeling the hard, warm contours of his muscles beneath my fingertips. Our chests pressed together, the heat of his body merging with mine, creating a shared warmth that was both comforting and electrifying. The sensation of our skin touching and moving in rhythm was intoxicating, each breath drawing us closer, each heartbeat syncing in a passionate dance. Those veiny hands, always my weakness, wrapped around my neck with a possessive yet gentle grip. The sensation of his fingers against my skin was electrifying, as he applied a light pressure that made my breath hitch. Each touch of his hand was both firm and tender, a teasing reminder of his control and desire. The intimacy of his grip sent waves of warmth and arousal through me, heightening the connection between us and amplifying the intensity of the moment.

“Channie , I’m gonna come” I gasped, my voice a breathy murmur as pleasure built within me.

“Yeah? Already?” he chuckled, his tone dripping with playful affection. “Hold on for me, love. Just a little longer.”

With a renewed urgency, he quickened his pace, his thrusts growing more intense and deliberate. His fingers moved with expert precision, pressing and rubbing against my sensitive bud with an electrifying pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction causing my body to writhe and quiver. Each touch was calculated to heighten my pleasure, pushing me closer to the edge as the waves of ecstasy became almost too intense to bear.

“Come with me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur as we both approached the peak of our pleasure. “Come all over my Cock.”

In a shared wave of ecstasy, we reached the climax together. “I love you,” I breathed out between heated kisses, our breaths mingling in a fervent dance. Our mouths met in passionate, rushed kisses, each touch conveying the depth of our affection and the overwhelming intensity of our shared moment.

After that day, I found myself unable to broach the subject of the incident with Somi. Chan’s unwavering affection had so thoroughly dispelled the shadows of doubt and jealousy that lingered in my mind. His love had washed over me, erasing every trace of anxiety and leaving me content to postpone discussing the matter until another time.

As the image lingered on my screen, I was left grappling with a surge of feelings. The jealousy I had managed to suppress was now bubbling to the surface, fueled by the unexpected revelation. I couldn’t shake the feeling of betrayal and confusion, knowing that Chan had kept this from me. The unresolved tension with Somi, which I had hoped to move past, now seemed to demand my attention once more.

Just as I was wrestling with these thoughts, Chan entered the room, his demeanor still marked by the stress of his work. His earlier frustration was evident, casting a shadow over his usually warm presence. He greeted me with a weary smile, unaware of the storm of emotions I was navigating. The contrast between his strained mood and my turbulent feelings made the moment even more fraught with complexity.

As I closed the article, a deep sigh escaped my lips. I needed to address these feelings, but the weight of my emotions made it difficult to find the right words. Chan's love had indeed made me forget the jealousy, but the sight of him with Somi had rekindled old uncertainties. It was clear that we would need to confront this issue sooner or later, but for now, I resolved to focus on our present, cherishing the love we shared while preparing myself for the conversation that lay ahead.

As Chan entered the room, his demeanor was still marked by the stress of his work. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes carried a weariness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil brewing inside me.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the storm of emotions I was feeling.

“Yeah, just a rough day love” Chan replied, his voice carrying the strain of his work. He sat down on the bed, his usual vibrancy dimmed.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of my anger and hurt. I wanted to confront him about the photograph but wasn’t sure how to begin. “You want to talk about it?” I asked, hoping to break the ice and find a way to discuss what was troubling me.

He shook his head slightly, offering a faint smile. “It’s okay love. Just need to unwind.” He patted the space beside him, inviting me to sit.

I took the spot next to him, my mind racing with a mix of betrayal, anger, and disappointment. Seeing Chan and Somi together had stirred up old grievances and left me feeling deeply hurt. I struggled to mask my feelings, but the sting was undeniable.

Chan must have sensed my discomfort. He looked at me with concern. “Hey, you’ve been quiet. Everything okay love?”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice despite the simmering anger. “I saw something earlier today—an article about you and Somi. It looked like you two were having a great time together.”

Chan’s face registered surprise and then discomfort. “Oh, that. Baby, I forgot to mention that. It was just a dinner celebrating the success of her album, Nothing more."

His explanation only fueled my frustration. “You knew how I felt about her and how unhappy I am with her spending time with you. You know she’s been trying to win you over. Don’t you think you should have at least mentioned this to me right after it happened?”

Chan’s expression shifted to irritation. “baby Seriously? You’re getting upset over this? It was just a dinner. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

The tension between us escalated. “Not a big deal? You’re dismissing my feelings. It’s not just about a dinner; it’s about trust and consideration. I find out from an article instead of you. That feels like a betrayal.”

Chan’s frustration was evident as he rubbed his temples. “I’m dealing with a lot right now. Can’t you see that this is just adding to it? I didn’t think you’d blow up over something so minor.”

“Minor to you, maybe,” I shot back. “But for me, it’s about how you handle things. When I have to hear about your interactions with someone I’ve been clear about not liking, it makes me question how much you really consider my feelings.”

The room was thick with unresolved tension as we sat in silence, the weight of our emotions hanging heavy. Chan’s irritation and my hurt created a chasm that seemed difficult to bridge in that moment.

 “Y/N, you’re just overthinking this,” Chan said, his voice straining with frustration. “She hasn’t said or hinted about anything such as feelings. She’s been asking to catch up for a while, and it was her album release last week. Don’t you think it’s only polite for me to attend that? And don’t believe those stupid rumors you see. It wasn’t a freaking date. It was just a friendly dinner, for fucks sake.”

His dismissive tone only fueled the anger that was bubbling inside me. I felt a surge of frustration and disbelief at how he could minimize my feelings so easily. “So, it’s just about being polite now? You’re telling me that after everything, you couldn’t have at least told me about this? You know how much I dislike her and how uncomfortable I am with her trying to get close to you. This isn’t just about a dinner, Chan. It’s about respect and communication. It feels like you’re dismissing my feelings and making excuses!”

Chan’s face hardened, frustration evident. “I’m doing my best to manage everything, and you’re blowing this out of proportion. I just genuinely forgot about it. It was just a casual meet-up to celebrate her album. You’re letting these rumors get to you and making a big deal out of nothing.”

I stared at him, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and disappointment. “It’s not just about what you think is ‘nothing,’ Chan. It’s about how you handle things that concern us both. When you keep things from me and act like my concerns are trivial, it makes me feel unimportant and disrespected. This isn’t just about a dinner—it’s about how you’re treating me and our relationship.”

The tension between us was palpable, a raw and jagged edge that made it hard to find common ground. Our words hung in the air, the weight of our emotions casting a shadow over the room. My voice rose as I realized the depth of the issue. “You had a whole week to tell me about this, We share every detail of our days. How could you forget to mention this? You said it was a week ago—was that the day you came home late? You told me you had to work late and meet a friend for work. Was this the friend you mentioned?”

Chan’s frustration grew as my voice rose. “Tone it down; the boys are in the next room.”

“Oh, please, like I care,” I snapped back, my voice sharp. “This isn’t just about noise, Chan. This is about you brushing off my concerns.”

Chan’s face reddened, his patience wearing thin. He stepped closer, the intensity in his eyes sharpening. “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill. Yeah, she was the friend I mentioned. I didn’t say it was Somi because I knew you’d overthink it. I thought I’d tell you when I got home. But I couldn’t bring it up that night because things were too peaceful between us—I didn’t want to ruin it. And after that, I just let it slide because I thought it wasn’t worth the fight. But yeah, I wanted to tell you, but I forgot.”

I shook my head, my anger burning. “So, you just forgot? You think that’s acceptable? We share every detail of our lives, and now you’re telling me you just forgot? You come home late, say you’re working, and then conveniently ‘forget’ to mention this?”

Chan’s jaw tightened, frustration and ego clashing. “I’m not trying to play games, but seriously, if you’re going to turn every small issue into a major crisis, then maybe we need to rethink how we handle things.”

With a sudden, almost palpable shift in the air, Chan closed the distance between us. He backed me against the wall, his presence looming and intense. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, “Y/N, you better watch your tone. You don’t want the boys finding out how much of a disobedient brat you are. They don’t need to know how you’re pushing my limits right now.”

His hand slid up the wall, his fingers gripping firmly. With a deliberate movement, he placed his other hand around my throat, his grip just tight enough to make me gasp. The pressure was a mix of control and a raw, intense desire, his touch both commanding and possessive. “You think this is just about forgetting something? It’s not. It’s about how you’re testing my patience and pushing my limits. Every time you dig deeper, you’re playing with fire. I’m trying to keep things from blowing up, but you keep pushing, and it’s driving me wild. So, here’s your warning: tread carefully, or you might find out just how intense this can get.”

Despite the suffocating heat of the moment and the fierce grip on my throat, I held his gaze without a hint of fear. My blood was boiling, a mix of anger and adrenaline surging through me. I refused to break eye contact, staring into his fierce eyes, determined to show him that even in this charged confrontation, I wouldn’t back down.

The space between us crackled with a mixture of anger and simmering, almost dangerous desire. His grip on my throat was both a threat and an invitation, a reminder of the raw, electric tension between us. As his eyes bore into mine, the intensity of the moment made my pulse quicken, and the boundary between conflict and something far more primal seemed to blur. My breath hitched, and every glance, every touch, was charged with an undercurrent of sexual tension that left me breathless and conflicted.

He then seized my lower lip with a firm grip, dragging it down with a slow, deliberate motion that sent a shiver through me. His thumb traced over the edge with an almost predatory grace, the contact both teasing and electrifying. ‘Cat got your tongue?’ he murmured, his voice a low, sultry growl that seemed to echo in the charged silence between us. His gaze was intense, his eyes smoldering with a blend of dark amusement and smoldering heat. ‘Where’s that defiant brat who was so quick to talk back just moments ago?’ His words hung in the air, thick with unspoken promises and the dangerous allure of control, making the space between us crackle with a palpable, simmering tension.

As I opened my mouth to retort, a sharp knock on the door shattered the charged atmosphere. ‘We’ve got our food, guys! Hurry before it’s all gone!’ Changbin’s voice was a blunt intrusion, slicing through the simmering tension. Chan’s gaze hardened into a stern command, a silent order that left no room for defiance. His eyes, dark with authority, locked onto mine, a clear message of control. With a resigned, almost begrudging gesture, he swung the door open, his presence still a palpable force. I followed him out, each step an uneasy dance between my wounded ego and the unresolved frustration that burned beneath the surface. The taste of his dominance lingered, a sharp reminder of his control that only deepened my irritation as we moved into the hallway.

I forced a smile as I faced the others, my effort to conceal the recent clash with Chan clear in every strained curve of my lips. Despite the lingering heat of our argument, I plastered on a cheerful facade and engaged with the group, deliberately avoiding Chan’s piercing gaze. ‘Which movie should we watch?’ Hyunjin’s question broke the uneasy silence, his voice bright and casual.

As suggestions flew around—some enticing, others mundane—we finally settled on a family comedy. It wasn’t my first choice, but I agreed to it, my reluctance masked by the pretense of casual interest. Every moment I spent in the presence of the group was a calculated distraction from Chan’s unwavering, intense stare, which seemed to follow me like a relentless shadow. The comedy played on, but the undercurrent of our earlier confrontation remained, a simmering tension beneath the surface.

The evening unfolded with a casual ease as we shared food and laughter over a random family comedy—a film that barely held my interest but was more than made up for by the lively company. Yet, amidst the warmth and camaraderie, my attention kept returning to Chan. Seated in the shadowed corner with his laptop, he was ostensibly lost in work, but I could feel his gaze like a simmering heat against my skin.

Every now and then, my senses would catch the subtle intensity of his scrutiny, a silent force that seemed to coil around me. When our eyes finally locked, I couldn’t help but roll mine in a deliberate gesture of defiance. His reaction was swift and unmistakable—a slow, deliberate poke of his tongue against his cheek, a subtle yet potent sign of his growing irritation.

The exchange ignited a fire within me. His irritation was not a deterrent but a spark that kindled my own rising irritation. The air was thick with tension. I decided to turn up the heat, teasing him from my seat. I moved slowly, arching my back and letting my fingers brush over my shirt’s neckline, drawing attention to my collarbone. Each move was deliberate, meant to provoke him from his spot in the front right corner.

Even though I was angry, I couldn’t ignore how much I wanted him. I felt a heat building between my legs, a sign of how much he affected me. Every glance and movement was meant to stir him up, making my frustration and desire mix into an intense feeling that I couldn’t hide.

Moments later, Chan took out his phone and sent me a message “Meet me in the room in 5,” it read, his tone commanding. My pulse quickened at the command, and though every part of me wanted to obey, my frustration held me back. I couldn’t help but smirk as I shot back a defiant “No, thanks. I’m good right here.” even as I could feel my body’s eager response to his words. The heat building between my legs was a stark reminder of how much he affected me, a delicious torment that only heightened my desire.

His response was immediate and unmistakable. I could almost feel the heat of his frustration through the screen. The tension between us escalated, each of his silent responses heightening the challenge. His irritation was palpable, and I could sense the thin veneer of his control beginning to crack.

As the movie came to an end, the guys began bidding each other good night. Their cheerful farewells were a stark contrast to the simmering tension between Chan and me. I hurried to the washroom, my heart pounding with a mix of nervous anticipation and excitement.

In the privacy of the washroom, I went through my routine with trembling hands, my mind racing with thoughts of what might come next. The sound of laughter and footsteps from the living room seemed distant and muted, overshadowed by the charged silence that awaited me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable confrontation, my nerves tingling with both excitement and trepidation.

I hurried to the bedroom, my heart pounding as I tried to avoid anyone catching a glimpse of my flustered and nervous face. Once inside, I slammed the door shut and took a moment to steady myself. I muttered under my breath, irritation seeping into my voice. “I need to stop being so worked up,” I told myself, frustrated with the way my emotions had gotten the better of me. I was determined to talk things out with Chan, but I knew I had to do it calmly and without letting my irritation completely take over.

I waited impatiently for Chan to arrive, trying to distract myself with my skincare routine. Each movement, from smoothing on moisturizer to gently massaging in serum, felt like a slow, deliberate act meant to ease the restlessness that pulsed through me. The door creaked open and Chan walked in, his presence immediately shifting the air in the room. With a decisive click, he locked the door behind him, the sound echoing like a prelude to what was about to unfold.

Our eyes locked in the mirror as he approached, his gaze burning with a heat that made my skin prickle. I could feel the intensity of his stare, like a tangible force that wrapped around me, making my heart race and my breath hitch. The mirror reflected his eyes, dark with unspoken desires, as he watched me with an almost predatory focus.

I summoned every bit of confidence I could muster, my body reacting to the charged atmosphere. I arched an eyebrow, turning slightly to meet his gaze, a smirk playing on my lips. “You still haven’t given me an explanation,” I said, my voice dripping with a provocative mix of challenge and allure. The words were meant to provoke, to draw him in, but the way he looked at me, with that smoldering intensity, made the air between us thick with undeniable, electric tension.

Chan closed the distance between us with a purposeful stride, his presence overwhelming as he stepped behind me. His hands moved with a commanding intensity—one hand gripping my hair tightly, pulling me to my feet, and the other sliding around my neck, applying just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. The pain from his grip on my scalp was sharp but strangely exhilarating, a testament to the roughness that both unsettled and thrilled me.

I felt his body press against mine, the heat and strength of him a constant reminder of the power he wielded. As he pushed me roughly against the wall, my back arched slightly, and I tried to push him away with a half-hearted resistance. My attempts were weak, almost perfunctory, as part of me still wanted to cling to the defiant stance I’d taken. The tight grip on my neck made it hard to speak, but I managed to hold on to my resolve, even as my body responded to his touch with a mix of frustration and undeniable desire.

Despite the storm of emotions swirling within me, I refused to let go of my stance. As much as I wanted to surrender to the sensation of his dominance, I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook without getting the explanation I needed. The mixture of pain and pleasure made my pulse race, and my thoughts were a chaotic blend of yearning and irritation, driven by the need to resolve our argument while still acknowledging the fierce attraction between us.

The kiss was a wild rush, a clash of heated emotions and desperate need. Chan’s lips moved against mine with a fierce urgency, his grip on my neck and hair tightening just enough to make my pulse race. The sensation of his tongue parting my lips and sliding against mine was electrifying, a deep, passionate exploration that seemed to consume every ounce of my resolve.

I was pressed against him, my body molded to his as I instinctively reached up, my hands finding their way to his shoulders. I gripped them tightly, pulling him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair and pushing him more firmly against me. The roughness of his kiss, combined with the force of his body pressing me against the wall, sent waves of desire crashing through me, mingled with the frustration of our earlier argument.

Chan didn’t stop; he continued to rub himself against me, his movements fervent and unrelenting. The anger inside me fueled my determination not to give in easily. I tried to push him away lightly, my voice strained but defiant. “Don’t think I’m letting you fuck me without an explanation,” I managed to say between kisses, my attempts to resist failing as he pressed on.

With a mocking smirk, Chan whispered, “Let’s see about that,” his voice dripping with cocky assurance. His lips traveled to my neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and searing hickeys that made me gasp and shiver. I tried to push him away again, but he only chuckled, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory gleam. “You can push me all you want,” he taunted, “I’m not gonna stop until you say the safe word.”

In one swift motion, Chan tore off my shirt, exposing me completely. His eyes widened momentarily, and then a low, mocking laugh escaped his lips. “You’re such a tease,” he drawled, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and dark desire. “Walking around braless, practically daring me to notice. Did you enjoy the thought that anyone might see your hard nipples? Maybe it was just for me, hmm?”

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my exposed skin as he pinched my bud roughly, eliciting a sharp cry from me. The pain was immediate and intense, sending a jolt through my body, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of unexpected pleasure. The sting was both punishing and exhilarating, making me shudder and gasp.

Chan's relentless movements continued as he pressed his body against mine with increasing intensity. His knees rubbed against my core, and I couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan, the sound escaping me despite my attempt to suppress it. The embarrassment of how easily I was giving in to him only fueled my frustration, a mix of shame and undeniable pleasure coursing through me.

Chan’s smirk widened, clearly satisfied with the effect he had on me. He took my reaction as a victory, his ego visibly bolstered by the sound of my involuntary moan. Without missing a beat, he shifted his focus, leaning down to suck harshly on my sensitive bud. The combination of his aggressive sucking, accompanied by a mix of kisses and bites, made me gasp and writhe against him, caught between intense pleasure and a gnawing sense of surrender.

As his mouth worked its way over me with relentless, domineering force, he continued to kiss and tease, proving his craving for every inch of me. His lips traveled from my chest downwards, leaving a trail of heated kisses and tantalizing bites as he moved lower. When he reached my belly button, he paused briefly, his tongue flicking teasingly around it before continuing south. His kisses grew more insistent as he moved to my hipbones, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through me, and I found myself struggling to control the desperate urge to let go completely.

Despite my inner turmoil, I could barely muster the words. I managed to whisper, “Chan… wait…” My voice was a mix of pleading and hesitation, a fragile attempt to assert control while desperately wanting him to stop before I lost myself completely. Chan's gaze remained fixed on mine, his smirk never fading as he reached for my shorts. He deftly slid them down, revealing my dampness. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction as he traced a finger through the slick evidence of my desire, a smirk curling on his lips as he elicited a moan from me with the contact. The sensation of his finger rubbing through my wetness was both torturous and thrilling, pushing me closer to the edge of surrender despite my attempts to hold on.

Chan’s finger traced through my wetness, his touch deliberately slow and teasing as he rubbed my bud, leaving me needy and quivering. Every motion heightened my arousal, making me acutely aware of my complete vulnerability. I was fully exposed and weak, standing naked before him while he remained fully dressed, an embodiment of control and dominance. The deep contrast between our states only intensified my desire, fueling a fire within me that I struggled to contain.

With a firm grip, Chan turned me around, pushing me against the wall. He held my hands behind my back, securing them with a commanding hold. His voice was a mix of sternness and mocking amusement as he leaned in close. “You could have told me you wanted to be treated like a slut,” he said, his breath hot against my ear. “You didn’t have to make up such a drama. Acting like a freaking brat, going against me.”

The harshness of his words and the dominance in his tone made my pulse race, the combination of his control and my exposed state pushing me further into a state of yearning and surrender. His hands were firm and unyielding as he held me in place, the stark contrast between his composed demeanor and my helplessness igniting a fierce, uncontrollable desire within me.

The contrast between his control and my naked vulnerability only heightened my frustration. Despite my position, I couldn't hold back. I glared at him over my shoulder, the defiance in my eyes undeniable. “Is this how you really get off, Chan?” I snapped back, trying to muster every ounce of defiance I could. “By making me feel worthless? You think you can just bully me into submission?”

Chan's eyes darkened with anger at my insolence. His grip tightened on my wrists, pulling them harder behind my back as he pressed his body closer against mine. “Oh, so you want to play the brat, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with venom. “I’m not going to hold back just because you’re acting like a spoiled child. You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”

His words were sharp, his tone harsh and unrelenting. With a sudden roughness, he began to push against me, his body pressing me harder into the wall. His movements were forceful and commanding, each touch and thrust deliberate, aimed at breaking down my resistance. His hands roamed over my exposed skin with a brutal intensity, his fingers leaving heated marks as he gripped and maneuvered me.

“You wanted to act tough and defiant,” he continued, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. “Now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for. I’m going to show you just how much control I have, and you’re going to take every bit of it.”

His anger and frustration fueled his roughness, each word and movement a testament to his dominance. The fierceness of his actions, combined with his degrading remarks, made me shiver with a mixture of fear and intense arousal. His complete control over me, coupled with his harsh treatment, left me teetering on the edge, caught between the torment of his dominance and the desperate need he ignited within me.

Chan’s grip remained relentless as he maneuvered me toward the bed, his forceful movements making it clear he was in complete control. With a decisive push, he sent me sprawling onto the bed, my body falling onto my back with a soft thud. I lay there, catching my breath, my mind spinning from the intensity of his rough treatment and the overwhelming arousal that coursed through me. The room seemed to tilt as I struggled to regain my composure, the lingering effects of his dominance leaving me dizzy and craving more.

Chan stepped away briefly, leaving me momentarily alone. I took the chance to breathe, trying to steady myself as I processed the heady mix of frustration and desire that had taken over. My skin was still tingling from his touch, and the ache of anticipation was almost unbearable.

When Chan returned, he held a pair of leather handcuffs in his hand. My eyes widened slightly at the sight; it was rare for him to bring them out unless the situation called for serious restraint. His gaze was intense, his demeanor unyielding. “Get on all fours, on the bed,” he commanded, his voice firm and unrelenting.

I hesitated, staring at him with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. Chan’s expression shifted into a wicked smile, a glint of both warning and temptation in his eyes. He moved closer, his fingers gripping my face with a firm yet tender touch. Leaning in, he whispered in a low, dangerous tone, “You’re playing a risky game, and you know the stakes. Test me further, and you might just find yourself in deeper trouble than you bargained for.”

His words were a seductive threat, the promise of more intense control hanging heavily in the air. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel my resolve wavering under the weight of his gaze and his menacingly tempting warning. After a moment of strained silence, I slowly moved into position, my hands and knees finding their place on the bed. The vulnerability of the position made my heart race, the anticipation of what would come next heightening every nerve in my body. Chan’s eyes followed my every move, his smirk a blend of satisfaction and unspoken promise.

Chan's hand came down sharply on my bare buttocks, making me gasp and lose my breath. The sudden sting was intense, and my body tensed up from the pain. I moaned, the sharpness of his touch mixing with a deep, growing arousal.

He quickly crossed my hands infront of me and cuffed them to the headboard. With my hands restrained, I was left balancing on my elbows, my body arching in a very exposed and vulnerable position. I felt completely at his mercy, struggling to hold myself up, the helplessness making me acutely aware of how much I was at his control. He leaned over, his lips brushing softly against my butt cheeks, his kisses tender but charged with a teasing intensity. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered, his breath warm and tantalizing against my skin. “You wanted to play tough, but look at you now. All exposed and at my mercy.”

I shivered, barely able to keep my voice steady. “No… I—” I gasped, the combination of pain and pleasure making my voice tremble. “I didn’t mean it like that… please…”

Each kiss was a tantalizing promise, his breath hot against my skin. He nibbled and bit gently, his mouth so close to where I was most sensitive, causing me to moan softly. “I can feel how much you want this,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “You’ve been dripping for me, haven’t you? How can you act so defiant when you’re so desperate?”

“Yes…” I moaned, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I… I’m so desperate… please, Chan…”

Chan’s teasing grew more intense, and he rubbed his body against me, his hardness evident as he pressed against my dripping core. “You were getting all possessive and jealous,” he taunted, his voice dripping with satisfaction and mockery. “Thinking I’m down for someone else? That I’ve fallen for her tricks? You’re all that runs through my mind day and night.”

I gasped as he pressed himself against me, my body reacting to his dominance. “I… I just…” I stammered, struggling to find my words amid the overwhelming need. “I didn’t want to see you with anyone else…”

His movements were deliberate and demanding as he humped himself against me, the pressure and friction sending waves of pleasure through me. “You did this to me, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Even after acting like a brat, I’m craving your warmth. Just yours, love.” “Please…” I whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by his touch and the raw intensity of his need. “I need you… so much…”

the contrast between his dominance and the vulnerability of my position only heightened the tension. Chan’s words and actions made it clear how much he wanted me, the erotic charge between us palpable. His relentless teasing and rough touches left me aching for more, caught in the whirlwind of his control and my own deep-seated desire. Without any warning, Chan’s hand came down sharply on my exposed buttocks, sending a jolt of pain through me. The sudden sting made me gasp, the intensity catching me off guard. Before I could even react or adjust to the sharpness of the first spank, he delivered another, even harder, leaving no room for relief or recovery.

“Channie, please stop, it hurts!” I cried out, my voice trembling with both pain and desperation. The stinging sensation was overwhelming, and the lack of any soothing touch or moment to catch my breath only intensified the discomfort. Chan didn’t stop; he kept spanking me, and I lost track after the tenth hit. Tears ran down my face as the pain mixed with a surprising pleasure. The rough fabric of his sweatpants kept rubbing against my wet core, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

“You want me to stop?” Chan’s voice was low, with a teasing edge. “You should have thought about this earlier when you were being a brat and refused to come to the room. Now look at you, so needy and wet.” The combination of his smacks and his body pressed against mine made me sob and gasp. Chan paused, his touch gentler as he rubbed the spots he had spanked. “Color?” he asked softly, his voice showing concern but also a hint of desire.

I struggled to catch my breath. “G… green,” I managed to say, my voice shaky. Chan’s touch was comforting, but his eyes were full of hunger. “Just tell me the safeword, and I’ll stop everything, okay?” Chan said, his voice reassuring yet firm, making sure I felt safe even as things went overboard.

Chan's hard member pressed insistently against me, his rhythmic humping making me moan loudly, craving more. Each movement only heightened my need, leaving me unable to hold back my sounds of pleasure.

“Shhh,” Chan said, his voice a mix of desire and control. “As much as I love hearing you moan, you need to keep it down. We don’t want to wake the boys.”

“Put it in, Channie,” I demanded, my voice filled with frustration and need. The raw urgency in my tone only seemed to irritate him further.

“You still haven’t said ‘please’ or apologized for acting like a brat, have you?” Chan said, his irritation clear. With a swift motion, he uncuffed me from the headboard and roughly tossed me onto my back. He cuffed my wrists again, this time securing them in a new position.

Chan spread my legs wide, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. My sore ass made contact with the bed, sending a wave of discomfort through me that mixed with the pleasure, making me whimper.

Chan knelt between my legs, his intense gaze fixed on me as he admired the marks he had left on my body. “Shit,” he murmured, his voice thick with raw desire. “You look fucking incredible, covered with hickies.”

His fingers trailed over my exposed skin, and I felt every touch like a jolt of electricity. When his hand grazed my sensitive bud, I squirmed, unable to control the waves of pleasure that surged through me. The desperate need for more had me arching my back, silently pleading for him to take me further.

Chan’s eyes locked onto mine, and he took his time, clearly enjoying the way his touch made me writhe. Finally, he slid two fingers inside me, but he moved so slowly it was almost torturous. Each inch he pushed inside me was deliberate, making me gasp and moan as I felt the full, agonizing pleasure of his teasing. The slow, almost teasing pace only heightened my desperation, each moment stretching out the delicious torment.

Chan’s fingers picked up speed, thrusting deeper and faster, driving me to the edge of my sanity after such a long, torturous wait. Each stroke was a sweet release from the agonizing tease he had put me through. As I lost myself in the rhythm, Chan leaned down and kissed me, his lips urgent and demanding.

“You better keep your mouth shut,” he murmured against my lips, his bite sharp but electrifying. His kisses deepened, a silencing gesture meant to control the sounds escaping me.

“More,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You want more?” Chan’s voice was thick with desire, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes, more please, Channie,” I pleaded, my need evident.

Without hesitation, Chan added another two fingers, stretching me further. The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure, the stretch making me gasp and shiver as I adjusted to the fullness.

“Shit, you’re so hot, love,” Chan groaned, his voice rough with raw emotion. “Fuck, I want to hear you moan for me.”

As Chan's fingers continued their relentless pace, the pleasure built up inside me until I was on the brink of cumming. My moans grew louder, my body arching and squirming with the intensity of my impending orgasm.

Chan seemed to sense my climax approaching. With a sudden, almost cruel precision, he withdrew his fingers, stopping me just before I could let go. The abrupt halt left me gasping and twitching, the overwhelming need for release almost unbearable. He looked down at me with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the control he had over my pleasure. “Not yet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I want you to beg for it.”

I whined in frustration, my voice trembling. “Ugh, fuck you.” Chan’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and disappointment. “I’m being so nice to you, and this is how you still behave?” His voice was sharp, his irritation clear. Without warning, he delivered a stinging slap to my wet heat. The sudden pain made me cry out loudly, my body jolting from the intensity. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the heat of my frustration.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I begged, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please, just fuck me, Channie, please!” Chan’s expression shifted as he heard my desperate pleas. A wicked smile spread across his face, clearly satisfied by my begging. The sight of me so vulnerable and pleading was exactly what he wanted. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” he murmured, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Please, baby,” I begged, my voice trembling with vulnerability. I let go of my ego and self-respect, desperate for his touch after the long, intense battle. My need was palpable, and I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, begging for release.

Chan’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he heard my pleas. He kissed me roughly, his lips crashing against mine with a fierce urgency. His teeth bit down hard, the sharp sting mixing with the searing pleasure. “You gotta be patient, baby,” he growled, his voice dripping with dominance and desire. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled away, his gaze dark and intense. He lowered his head to my wet heat, his tongue sliding out to taste me with a languid, greedy lick. “Fuck,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Please uncuff me, baby. I need to touch you. Please.”

Chan’s actions were desperate, almost starving. He slurped and sucked at me with an unrestrained hunger, his tongue flicking and swirling around my sensitive bud. The feeling of his mouth on me was overwhelming, each nip and lick driving me wild with need. My body squirmed and arched beneath him, my moans muffled by the intensity of his relentless touch. The raw, heated connection between us was almost unbearable, leaving me trembling and craving more.

Chan kept his tongue working relentlessly, pushing me right to the edge. I was gasping and moaning, almost there, when he suddenly stopped. The sudden break left me hanging, and I cried out in frustration, my body straining towards him, desperate for the release I’d been so close to.

He looked at me with a mix of satisfaction and teasing. “You’re almost there,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “But you’re not getting it until I say so.” The sudden denial made my need even more intense. I squirmed on the bed, every part of me aching for the release he had so cruelly taken away. The tension was overwhelming, making my desire for him even stronger.

Chan kept me exposed and vulnerable, his own body fully dressed while I lay bare and aching for him. The contrast of his clothed form against my nakedness only amplified my need.

Without any warning, he pulled down his pants just enough to free himself, his movements quick and deliberate. In one powerful thrust, he pushed into me, filling me completely and stretching me to the brim. The sudden invasion made me gasp, a loud moan escaping my lips. “Uhhhh, fuckkkkkk,” I cried out, my voice raw with the intensity of the moment.

Chan’s eyes were dark with pleasure as he grunted, “Oh, fuck yeah.” His voice was filled with satisfaction, every word dripping with lust. The sensation of him inside me was overwhelming, his dominance and control making my body ache for more. The heat between us was almost unbearable, the tension crackling in the air as he claimed me, each thrust pushing us both to the edge.

Chan's thrusts were relentless, driving into me with a force that made every nerve in my body tingle. His movements were deliberate and powerful, pushing me closer to the brink with each stroke. I writhed beneath him, my body responding instinctively to the overwhelming pleasure and the deep connection we shared.

Every thrust made me gasp and moan, the sound of our breaths mingling in the charged air. Chan’s hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice rough and raw. “I can’t get enough of you.”

The way he moved inside me, the sheer intensity of his desire, was almost too much to handle. His dominance was palpable, every thrust a testament to the control he wielded over me, The pressure building with each stroke, making it harder to hold back my cries of pleasure.

I reached up to touch him, but the cuffs kept me restrained, heightening my sense of helplessness and heightening the pleasure. Chan’s pace quickened, the urgency of his movements matching the frantic beating of my heart. “Tell me how much you need me,” he demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl.

“Please, Channie,” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling with need. “I need you so much.”

He responded with a deep, satisfied growl, his pace becoming more erratic as he lost himself in the moment. “That’s right,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “You need me, and I’m going to make sure you get everything you’ve been craving.”

Chan adjusted my legs, lifting them and wrapping them over his shoulders, pulling me into a new, deeper position. The angle made his thrusts hit even more intensely, each movement driving me to the brink. His powerful thrusts were almost brutal, making me gasp with every stroke.

“Please,” I moaned, my voice pleading. “Touch me more. Take off your clothes. I want to feel your warmth, Channie.” Chan’s eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at me, his grip on my hips tightening. “You want me to take off my clothes, huh?” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You want to feel every inch of me?” Without missing a beat, he pulled back just enough to shed his clothes, his gaze locked on mine with a predatory intensity. “Is this what you needed?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “You wanted me fully exposed, didn’t you?”

As he removed his clothes, his bare skin pressed against mine, amplifying the connection between us. He resumed his relentless pace, each thrust making me shiver with pleasure. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to make sure you remember this night.”

I could barely respond, my body overwhelmed by the intensity of his movements. “Yes, Chan,” I gasped. “More. I need more.” He growled in response, his thrusts growing more urgent. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “You wanted this, and now you’re getting everything you asked for. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.”

His rough, commanding words only fueled my desire, making every thrust feel even more intense. The heat between us was almost unbearable, our bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm that left us both gasping and moaning.

Chan’s intensity only increased, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. With my wrists still cuffed to the bed, I felt completely at his mercy. He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re all mine, baby,” he growled, his voice filled with possessiveness. “Nobody can ever take me away from you. No one.”

“You like this, don’t you?” he continued, his tone both demanding and filled with satisfaction. “You love being at my mercy, feeling every bit of my control.”

I could barely respond, my body trembling under his dominance. “Yes, Chan,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “I love it. I need it.”

A wicked smile played on his lips as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. “Good,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Because I’m not stopping until you’re completely mine.”

He kissed me fiercely, his lips crashing against mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His tongue explored my mouth with a wild, unrestrained passion, making my heart race even faster. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was filled with an almost primal intensity that made me lose myself in him.

Chan’s hands roamed over my body, touching and teasing every sensitive spot. His fingers dug into my skin, leaving marks that would remind me of this night long after it was over. The roughness of his touch combined with the tenderness of his kisses created a whirlwind of sensations that left me begging for more.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips, his voice a mix of possessiveness and affection. “All mine.”

“Yours,” I echoed, my voice filled with a mix of submission and longing. “Always yours, Chan.”

He growled in satisfaction, his pace quickening even more. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, our bodies moving together in a dance of raw, unfiltered passion. The air was thick with the sounds of our moans and the rhythmic slap of our bodies coming together.

Chan’s hands found their way to my thighs, lifting my legs higher and opening me up even more to his relentless assault. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see your face when you come.”

I locked eyes with him, my gaze filled with a mix of love and lust. “Chan,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I’m so close.”

He smirked, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. “Good,” he murmured. “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you need me.”

His words sent me over the edge, my body convulsing in a powerful release that left me gasping for breath. Chan watched me intently, his own control slipping as he drove us both to the brink.

With a final, powerful thrust, he found his own release, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips as he filled me completely. He collapsed against me, our bodies tangled together in the aftermath of our intense encounter.

For a moment, we just lay there, our breaths mingling, hearts racing. Chan’s fingers brushed gently over my skin, his touch now tender and loving.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I smiled, my heart swelling with affection. “I feel the same way, Chan. You’re everything to me.”

He kissed me softly, the aggression giving way to a deep, abiding love. “Let’s stay like this,” he murmured against my lips. “Just you and me.”

“Always,” I whispered back, my fingers threading through his hair. “Always.”

As we lay wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the earlier tension slowly began to lift. Chan shifted slightly, his hands still gently tracing patterns on my back, as if trying to reaffirm his presence and reassure me.

“I know you’re still thinking about everything that happened,” he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. “About Somi and all the doubts you might have.”

I looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a mix of vulnerability and concern. “I can’t help but worry,” I admitted. “I saw how you interacted with her, and it made me feel insecure.”

Chan’s expression softened, and he gently cupped my face in his hands. “Listen to me baby’ he said earnestly. “Somi is just an old friend. That’s all she is, and that’s all she’ll ever be. If it makes you happy, I won’t see her again. And if I ever have to, I’ll make sure to take you along or inform you first.”

I nodded, trying to absorb his words. “But it felt like she was always around, and it made me wonder if I’m not enough.”

Chan’s gaze was steady and full of reassurance. “You are more than enough,” he said firmly. “You’re everything I need and more. The way I feel about you, the way you make me feel—there’s no comparison. What happened with Somi was nothing compared to what we have.”

He pulled me closer, his touch gentle yet firm. “I want you to know that I’m committed to you, completely and utterly. The way I am with you, the way I care for you—nothing is going to change that. You have nothing to worry about.”

His words, combined with the warmth of his embrace, began to ease the lingering anxiety in my mind. “But how can I be sure?” I asked, still feeling a bit uncertain.

Chan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Because I’m here with you right now,” he said quietly. “Because I choose you every day, and I always will. I want us to be strong, to face everything together. You’re my priority, and nothing else matters.”

He took a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts before continuing. “I understand why you’re feeling this way, and I want to do everything I can to make sure you feel secure. I know trust doesn’t come easily, especially after what happened, but I’m committed to earning it every single day.”

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I listened to his words. “Thank you for being so patient with me,” I said softly. “For understanding and for showing me that you really do care.”

Chan smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “It’s my pleasure,” he replied. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. I want us to grow stronger together, to build a future where we both feel secure and loved.”

We lay together in the quiet, our hearts slowly finding their rhythm again. Chan’s reassurances and tender touch were a balm to my anxieties, helping to dispel the shadows of doubt that had lingered.

As we cuddled together, I felt a deep sense of peace and security. Chan’s presence, his words, and his unwavering commitment were all I needed to feel truly at ease. In his arms, I found the comfort and reassurance that I had been longing for, and with that, I allowed myself to fully embrace the love we shared.

As we fell asleep, the room was quiet and calm. Chan held me close, and I felt secure and warm. My head rested on his chest, and his steady breathing was soothing.

The night passed peacefully, with the soft glow of moonlight casting a gentle light over us. We slept soundly, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling completely at ease.

I am in love with this man fr 😭

my perfect boy ♥️

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Exactly.

im doing it, are u?

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did i mention his arms??