WARNING
If you are uncomfortable with this chapter/ book
in general and are thinking about reporting it,
DO NOT CONTINUE!This chapter contains BDSM
Level: Medium
Type: bondage lingerie,food play,katoptronophilia(Mirrors)
When you see the symbols" ***", I strongly suggest you play the following songs in order, to truly enjoy your reading experience.
(Spotify & Apple Music Playlist in bio)
I-Skin-Mac Miller
II-Sex With Me-RihannaAlso if you have led lights, put them on red.
Enjoy <3
You two spent the majority of the day relaxing while trying not to give in to each other but of course that plan was bound to fail. Later on into the night, Katsuki started to set up the hot pot for dinner but forgot to buy some main ingredients. He's been out for about an hour now. You determine whether you should call and check up on him or not. You decide not to, afraid you might come off as clingy and figure he's taking so long due to the house being all the way up in the hills. Wrapped up in the sheets you stare at the ceiling caught in a sudden emotion and thought that you can't seem to wrap your head around. Distracting you, making your brain forget whatever you were thinking about is Katsuki finally coming back. You rush out of bed happy that both your hunger and boredom will be relieved. Struggling to put on one of his t-shirts, your footsteps startle him as you walk in the kitchen. At the last second, you catch a glimpse at him shuffling a small obscure black box behind the counter. Dismissing your thoughts of him hiding something you answer your own curiosity thinking, it's probably just part of the groceries.
To speed up the preparation process you help him cut up the chives, mushrooms, etcetera. You catch Katsuki side-eyeing you every now and again lowkey mad at the fact you knew how to cut everything the right way and couldn't reprimand you for it. Many slices later the two of you eat the long-awaited dinner. While eating, you admire how on this trip so far Katsuki is good company and is more than just a hookup and hothead (although he does have his moments). At times when you would get quiet mid-conversation and it would start to die down, he always managed to find something to say, bringing it back to life. You catch yourself laughing a little too much, making you have to put a constant mental reminder to dial it down a bit. After cleaning the kitchen you go to bed earlier than usual. Catching the itis you come to the conclusion that was the best hot pot you probably ever had. You don't know if it tasted better because you were extremely hungry or if Katsuki's cooking is just that good. You think to yourself, Hm...probably both.
Before your eyes close, Katsuki meets you in the room. Not saying a word, he throws the black box you saw earlier onto the edge of the bed. You sit up and glare at it, confused. "What is this?" He sucks his teeth, "Just open it." You roll your eyes pressing your fingertips against the glossy corners. The interior of the box is black velvet, making the bold color of the item stand out. At first glance, you can't make out what it is. After staring at the red leather connected with silver-buckled pieces and chains, your eyes shoot at him at a loss for words. "Katsuki, is this a bondage set?!" All he does is give you a menacing smirk like he's both excited and up to something. "What the fuck do you expect me to do with this?!" "...Wear it ?" Shaking your head in disbelief you ask, "So this is why you were gone for so long?" He nods, slowly making his way over to you. The smell of the leather is so rich and intense you immediately know he spent a good amount of money on it. "How much did you pay for this?" He sarcastically answers, "My inheritance."
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