A BangChan and reader fanfic involving bdsm, lgbtq+ relationships, a lot od different kinks. If you aren't into those sort of things I wouldn't recommend reading this fanfiction.
2 months later(Hannah's POV) After that day it somehow felt different with Chan. Specifically how he acted around me. Outside of the bedroom he barely spoke to me and in the bedroom he never wanted to go all the way.
I am finally fully ready considering I started with him so soon after my breakup with Jinnie. And I want to show him we can take this further. That I am sure about sleeping with him.
I got myself dolled up that night. Showered,shaved,put only a bit of makeup on, did my hair,moisturized my body and put his favorite set of my lingerie on.
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I waited for him by being in his bed on my knees with my hands behind my back like a good girl. But dressed like his personal little slut.
(Chan's POV) I dragged out the meeting as long as I could trying to distance myself from Hannah. I wanted her,but at the same time something about this just isn't what I thought it would be something changed and I have no fucking clue what.
As the meeting came to it's end i sighed literally dragging myself to the dorms. I hoped by now she would be asleep since I was an hour and a half late.
While nearing my room I realized there was a dim light coming from inside. "She isn't still awake is she?" I whispered.
As I opened the door the sight almost knocked all air out of my lungs. She was on her knees in a lacy black set that I love. Her hands behind her back. Looking tired,but still with so much vigor in her eyes. I could tell she was in that position for a long time she had red marks on her legs from sitting on them. Wt eyes from probbaly crying coase of me being late. She looked like a sinful angel.
She looked ready to be destroyed,yet ready to be cherished. She looked ready to be mine no matter what it required me to do to her.
"Have you been sitting like that for almost two hours?" I asked her softly. "Yes daddy..." she answered her voice low and grovely.
I put my things down by the door locking it in the process.
"So eager to be fucked,is that all you think about?" I tried to make her beg for it.
"No." Her answer shocked me."What do you mean no?"
"I am not eager to be fucked. I am eager to be fucked by you. Taken by you,lost for you, begging for you. I am eager to be yours. That is all I think about. Not just getting fucked."
I was at a loss for words,but words were not needed at that moment. Actions were. I layed on the bed behind her.
"Come to daddy baby. Let daddy take care of you just the way you want it. Rough so you can feal destroyed,yet gentle so you can feel cherished..."
I watched her hungrily as she climed into my lap her hands around my neck,eyes locking into mine. Filled with lust all the way to her core.
I couldn't take it anymore. I kissed her. I claimed her as my own...
