brat // bang chan

chapter thirty-six 🔞

get freaky, freaky

lee miyeon

the sound of my muffled moans fill the hotel room as chan uses his knee to grind against my pussy. his hand holds my head firmly in place as he slides his tongue between my lips. my heart rate was rapid as i tried to keep up with his feverish movements.

"baby girl, what's our safe word?" he breaks the kiss, breath labored as he speaks.

"red... red lights..." i reply, just as breathless.

"good girl." he smirks, catching me off guard as he locks his arms around the backs of my knees, lifting me up before swiftly swinging me over to the bed. as my back makes contact with the mattress, chan wastes no time climbing over me, titling my chin up so that he had clear access to my neck. my eyes flutter closed when his lips touch my skin. his strong hands snaking firmly down my waist as he pulls skin between his teeth, sure to leave a mark.

"oh fuck..." i moan softly, anticipation coursing through my veins as he slowly dragged his tongue down my neck. but a painful pinch to my hip quickly pulled out a surprised gasp.

"watch your mouth." he growls, radiating pure dominance. i could only mutter in response, opting to bite down on my lip to prevent anymore swears as he brings his hands up to cup my breasts. "understood?" he speaks again, beginning to slowly hike up my shirt. through all of my thoughts, i was able to remember our rules, specifically rule number three. use my words.

"y-yes daddy..." i stutter, quickly biting back down on my lip as he swiftly reaches behind me to unhook my bra, swiftly removing it, but keeping my shirt hiked up my chest. i squeezed my eyes shut, waiting on the pleasure-filled attack that i knew was coming. only, it never came. instead, i was met with hot breath, hovering over my nipples, but no contact. i open my eyes, looking down instantly meeting his dark gaze.

"there you are." he chuckles darkly. "eyes on me." and before i could respond, he closes his lips around one of my nipples, sucking lightly as he gently pinches the other between his fingers. my breathing became shaky as i began to rut my hips up, looking for any sort of friction. but the action was proved useless as chan teasingly pulls his hips from mine, taking away the feeling of his hard cock pressing on my legs through his pants. it was clear that he was taking his sweet time, and i wasn't sure how much of it i could handle.

a rather loud moan escapes my lips when chan suddenly moves his hand from my breast, all the way between my legs. he gently runs his hand over my clothed pussy, providing the friction i desperately wanted. it was so sudden, and the pressure was perfect, i couldn't help it as i threw my head back in pure bliss, barely whispering another curse.

"shit..." the word lightly escapes past my lips, mostly a breathy moan, but it was there. and it quickly became clear that chan had heard it.

"i said watch your mouth." he repeats, gazing up at me darkly as he releases my nipple from his swollen lips. "you need something to keep it shut?" he cocks his head to the side, a daunting smirk tugging on his lips. this could either go one of two ways, but i quickly decided that i was perfectly fine either way.

"yes." i respond, nodding quickly. my response seemed to shock him for a moment before the smirk made its reappearance.

"okay." he nods, climbing off of me. i propped myself up on my elbows, watching expectantly as he began to fumble with the button of his jeans. oh fuck yes. my mouth practically waters as he unzips the jeans, pulling them down his thick thighs. his black boxer briefs not doing much to hide the throbbing outline of his cock. he beckoned me to the edge of the bed with a finger, and i quickly followed. practically flinging myself to the edge before calmly sitting. chan smirks down at me, pulling down my bottom lip with his thumb. i was ready to take him, but he tsks, wiping the saliva off of my chin before pushing my mouth closed again.