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Mafia! Bang Chan x Reader
Synopsis: Your health is changing, and it's time to get ready for an event!
Warnings: Oral (f. receiving), praise. Brief mention of being sick.
A/N: We're so close to the end of the series and it's bitter sweet. I know there are things I need to improve on but I still hope you guys are enjoying it! 🩷🩷🩷
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Chapter 10
Eight Weeks Later…
The last two months have been a paradise. Chan leaves for work, but you have free reign over the house, the backyard, even leaving- well, with security anyway. He’s given you his black card, given you no limit and honestly he expected you to go crazy. He almost seemed disappointed you hadn’t bought yourself a new car or two by the time he got home after work the first day he gave it to you.
You’d also been feeling a little under the weather. Nauseous some days, you’d been tired too, but you pushed through it, and while you did your best not to take it out on anyone, your mood had been fluctuating lately.
The sunlight streams in through the window, and your eyes flutter open, seeing the room bathed in a golden glow. You sit up, rubbing your eyes and stretching. Today would be a busy day, as you were going to have to do some shopping. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, and as your feet hit the cool floor, you feel that familiar feeling stirring in your stomach. Your feet pound against the floor into the bathroom, where you find yourself bent over the toilet; the contents of your stomach emptying into it.
You sit up against the wall, alone. Chan had left for work hours ago, and you weren’t about to bother him when you knew you’d feel better in a little while. You hadn’t told anyone. Because it ultimately wasn’t an issue, after all you’d bled the month before, thought it was lighter than normal, but hey, that’s normal right? Once the nausea subsides, you stand up, brush your teeth and move on with your morning.
Chan had informed you a couple days ago of a gala invite, it was for some guy in the government. You weren’t really too concerned. You were just excited about being able to dress up and go out, be seen and respected on his arm.
Chan’s right hand man, Felix, goes with you on your shopping trips. You go to multiple places to get your perfect out fit ready, all the way down to a matching set, a new perfume and jewelry. The two of you walk in to the dress shop, the shop owner, an older woman with a welcoming smile bounds up.
“Ms. y/l/n, welcome. Mr. Bang informed us you would be here. Please look around, let us know if we can get you anything.” Her kind eyes and smile are genuine. You give her a polite smile as Felix walks behind you, stoic, face neutral and eyes watchful.
The shop is upscale, gold accents with cream walls. Clothes from wall to wall with mannequins dressed up impeccably. It’s professional, fabrics expensive and high end. Some silk, some cashmere, even a few velvet and leather items are seen. Your eye catches a sleek black dress in the corner and your heels click as you walk over to inspect it. It’s soft to the touch, sleek- silk.
“What about this one?”
“It’s pretty,” he says. You roll your eyes.
“You’re never any help when I shop,” you tease.
“You want my opinion?”
“I’m not showing you for my own entertainment, Lix.” A small, imperceptible smile teases his lips. Felix walks across the store, selecting a classy, yet sexy blue dress.
“You would look stunning in this,” he says honestly. That earns a smile, and you take the dress, scurrying off to the dressing room and slipping it on. It hugs in the right places, flares where you want it, with a slit up the side and subtle sparkles that cover the dress. The fabric is sleek, almost like a satin finish.
It’s perfect.
You walk out to show Felix, a bright smile on your face.
“Perfect,” he grins. You walk over the viewing area where three full length mirrors sit side by side. You turn side to side, watching the dress flow.
“It is beautiful,” you say as Felix appears behind you, his eyes respectful and professional as he inspects you.
“Everyone will be talking about it,” Felix encourages.
“Then it’s settled. Now I need shoes,” you walk off from the area and start looking through the formal wear shoes, finding a pair of black heels. Simple. Sleek. Elegant.
“Think these are good?”
“Perfect.” Felix agrees and you slip them on, checking the outfit quickly. It makes you feel gorgeous, classy and like you actually belong in a world you were told you belong in, yet were never treated as such. You change back, excited to get home and put on the entire outfit.
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That afternoon you're getting ready, the dress fitting just as beautifully. You do your makeup, put your hair up and finish putting on your earrings when you see Chan walk into the bedroom, buttoning his shirt with his cufflinks. His outfit is a black jacket and slacks, a black shirt with black dress shoes. Simple, and yet it looks so expensive and classic on him.
A playful purr leaves you as he looks up. His eyes widen as they trail over your outfit.
“Wow,” he says. A giggle bubbles out of you.
“Great vocabulary,” you tease him and he smiles devilishly before walking over and pulling you into his side.
“You're an absolute vision, Dragonfly.” He whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek. He inhales, smelling the floral perfume you put on, and he growls lowly.
“Fuck,” he breathes in your ear and it sends a shiver down your spine.
“We need to go,” he says huskily but makes no move to let you go or leave. You giggle at his response to you, kissing him softly. His hands cup your face, deepening the kiss.
“God you look so good,” he groans against your mouth. You smile against his lips with a bashful giggle.
“We’ll be late,” you warn as his hand slides up your thigh and he groans as he kisses your neck.
“Chan,” you breathe as his hand brushes your core through your underwear.
“Hmm,” he hums before sucking a spot on your neck, his fingers dipping under the fabric and finding your clit. A gasp is forced out of you and his tongue darts out over your neck. A whimper escapes you as he starts to circle his fingers.
“Won’t take long,” he whispers and continues his ministrations. He picks up the pace, his forehead going to yours.
“Soak my fingers,” he whispers, speeding up more, pleasure building in your stomach. You brace against him, forehead dropping to his shoulder, body leaning against him.
“That’s it,” he encourages as your hips chase his hand and a string of breathless noises leave you.
“Fuck,” you breathe, fingers digging into his jacket clad shoulders.
He gets down on his knees, moving your dress and underwear aside, attacking your clit with his tongue, making you gasp and your eyes shut as you lean back against the wall.
His eyes never leave you as he works, groaning into you forcing vibrations into you. You cry out, hips grinding down on his face and he only presses into you more to encourage you. He catches your hand that attempts to find purchase in his hair and interlaces your fingers, letting you squeeze it as you get closer to your edge.
“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me,” he says against you. His words force you over the edge, making you cry out as you let go. He groans as the warm liquid gushes all over him. He stands, mouth and chin slick and shiny, grabbing a napkin from your make up table, wiping off his face with the largest grin.
He kisses your neck gently, then your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“So good for me,” he praises. against your mouth, "So beautiful," he finishes after another soft kiss.
You catch your breath, face flushed. He smiles, a little too proud of himself
“Your fucking magic,” you whisper as you leave the bedroom, ready to have a good time.
Mafia! Bang Chan x Reader
Synopsis: You made your choice. Now its the aftermath of a passionate night.
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Comment to be tagged!
This is for entertainment purposes only!!
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Chapter 9
Chan pulls out, laying next to you on the blanket.
“That was… wonderful,” you breathe, curling into his side. His arm goes around you, stroking your arm gently.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs and you blush before kissing his shoulder.
“You know we’re gonna have sand in some gnarly places.”
Chan chuckles and nods.
“Just gives me another excuse to touch you naked.” He smirks and kisses the top of your head.
“Come on, let's wash off the ocean real quick.”
He helps you with your swimsuit and puts his trunks on- thank goodness for an abandoned beach. You both go chest deep in the water, washing out the sand from the obvious places before toweling off and heading back to the car.
The silence is comfortable, the air between you shifting from tense or unknown, to now being intimate, warm and cozy. As Chan drives back home, his hand rests on your thigh, his thumb circling on your skin.
Everything has changed now, and it's a silent understanding.
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At home, Chan takes your hand, leads you inside, but instead of going back to the bedroom you were in, he takes you to his room. It’s dark, the bed is the focal point of the room with the air smelling lightly of bourbon. You let him lead you to the ensuite bathroom. It's similar to the bedroom, moody, dark but in a way that isn’t overbearing but inviting of something intimate and close. The spray of the water fills the silent bathroom. His fingers brush your skin as he undresses you, and then himself.
The warm water hits you as you step in, his body heat warm behind you. He grabs the shampoo bottle and squirts the liquid into his palm. His fingers work through your hair, gently scrubbing your scalp, and working through the strands. He helps you wash it out before repeating his actions with the conditioner, gently combing it through the ends of your hair.
He grabs the bodywash and loofa, moving it in circles on your body once the soap is on it. The dirt, sweat and sand slowly washes away, the soap leaving your skin smelling and feeling clean and fresh. This is the gentlest he’s ever touched you.
For a moment, Chan rests his forehead on the back of your neck. The water cascades over you, the moment isn’t awkward, it's right. For the first time in both your lives, something feels utterly and completely right.
You turn to face him and his skin is rough under your hands. He leans into your touch before his lips are pressed into your palm.
“You're so precious to me,” he whispers just barely audible over the stream of water. Your cheeks heat slightly, not due to the water. You grab the shampoo bottle, squirting the liquid into your hand and scratching lightly at his scalp and running it through his hair.
The shampoo is washed from his hair carefully, your fingers gentle as the comb through it. You repeat with the conditioner, making sure to evenly coat his hair before letting it sit.
You take a cloth and apply the body wash, lathering it up before gently pressing it against his skin, both of you in a world of your own in the tiled shower.
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The water cuts off, Chan steps out first and helps you onto the rug before grabbing a towel, gently drying off your skin. He tends to himself with another towel, wrapping it around his waist. He grabs a pair of his boxers, and a muscle tank top for you to put on.
He pulls you toward the vanity, the room is silent, making each movement seem loud, but it doesn’t bother either of you. He grabs a brush, gently pulling it through your hair, detangling it. He pulls out the hair dryer and, methodically, starts drying your hair. Its loud in the room, and in the mirror, the scene you see staring back at you is strangely domestic. It's soft. It’s something you didn’t even realize you were needing or craving.
It’s someone who cares.
Emotions well up in your chest as Chan keeps his focus on your hair, taking his time. Treating you as if you’re a masterpiece in a museum. Your breathing starts to become slightly more shallow, your eyes prick with tears. Chan looks up when he sees your shoulders stutter. He cuts off the dryer and looks at you through the mirror.
“Dragonfly.. What’s wrong?” He whispers in your ear. A soft smile reaches your lips before you look down, tears falling down your cheek.
“Hey…” he whispers and turns you towards him, “Baby, talk to me.” It's told to you like a command, but his voice is soft, pleading. A soft sniffle echos in the once again silent bathroom and you shake your head slightly.
“No one’s ever… taken care of me like that,” there’s a brief pause before you inhale, “The way you touched me, I know it might seem silly-”
“No, baby, no.” he whispers and presses his forehead to yours for a brief moment before his lips find the tip of your nose.
“It’s not silly, you deserve to be taken care of. And I know I haven’t done it right, but that changes now. I can be gentle, I can be kind. I can be the man you deserve.”
He’s not trying to convince you, you know that. He’s trying to convince himself.
“I have business to attend to tomorrow. I want you to spend the day doing whatever you want. You can hang out at the house, you can go out, but security will be with you” his tone brokers no negotiation, “For your safety.”
“I just want to make you happy and make you feel loved, y/n,” he whispers desperately. Your arms find their way around his neck, your face tucking against his neck. His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close, like he’s holding you together. And in a way, he is.
“You do,” you whisper against his skin. His arms tighten for only a second before they loosen again. He’s not pulling away. He wouldn’t dare.
“I love you, Dragonfly.”
“I know,” you whisper and press a kiss to his cheek, then to the corner of his mouth before finally finding his lips.
Mafia! Bang Chan x Reader
Synopsis: Chan's given you an opportunity you never expected. You answer in a way your brain says you shouldn't.
Warning: SMUT! Pet names, unprotected p in v (Be Smart!), Oral (f. receiving)
A/N: Sorry for not posting this past week guys! Hopefully that's the only hiccup! Enjoy🩷
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Chapter 8
“What,” at that moment it doesn’t even sound like your voice. You should be thrilled. You just tried to escape hours ago. He’s offering you freedom, and you can tell by the look in his eyes he’s willing to do it. The silence between you stretches as your head screams at you.
Run! Get out! He’s dangerous!
But your heart screams something else.
Stay! He’s safe! You’re safe!
“Y/n?” he asks quietly.
“No,” you whisper softly, “I don’t wanna go anywhere.”
Another tense silence, despite the sound of the water.
“Don’t say that unless you mean it… I won’t offer you this again,” he says firmly. But you can see the look in his eyes, he’s silently begging you not to take it back. For a split second, consider taking it back, looking back towards where the cars are parked, but something in you just won’t let you.
“I mean it,” you say, mind made up, “I don’t wanna go anywhere.”
Before you know what’s happening his lips are on yours, soft but firm. Like he’s pouring every ounce of passion and feeling into the kiss, but also giving you the option to pull away. For a moment, you let him kiss you, your lips motionless against his as your heart pounds and your mind screams about your sanity. But you push it away. Slowly your hands raise up, brushing his cheek as you begin to kiss him back.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, your body presses closer to his and your lips move in sync. He tastes like whiskey, mint and something else that you can’t quite place, but it's warm, comforting even. He pulls away first.
“You’re mine now, totally and completely. Do you understand me?” His voice is husky, protective, a far cry for the captor you knew just a little while ago. It should be unsettling. But it only makes your insides light up.
You nod before your foreheads rest together. The sun is lower in the sky now, almost gone, but the world has practically disappeared. Until a wave crashes and a bit of the water mists onto your face, leaving little specs of water on your skin.
“Want to go swimming?” He smiles charmingly.
You smile at the tenderness in his voice.
“Come with me,” you mumble and he smiles. It's genuine, beautiful and bright, even in the fading sun. He stands and helps you up. You bolt, sand flying up behind your feet as you race into the warm water.
“Hey!” He yells after you, but you keep going.
The salt water is pleasant against your skin, the sand squishy as your feet slightly sink into it with each step. You get about waist deep when two strong arms encircle you.
A surprised shriek leaves your lips before you feel his lips against your ears.
“Trying to run away from me again?” There’s no heat behind his words, only a soft teasing tone, his body warm against yours as the waves roll around you. You giggle at his question.
“What if I was?”
“Then I’ll just have to punish you,” he slaps your thigh under the water, but it barely lands.
“Then what are you gonna do? Rile me up? Hmm?” You laugh a little louder as you squirm in his arms, finally spinning around.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers as his eyes gaze into yours deep and real. His sincerity cuts through the playfulness for a moment. You blush and wrap your arms around his neck.
“I’m never letting you go, Dragonfly.” He says, lips almost brushing yours. He says it like a vow, a promise.
The rest of the afternoon is spent swimming, splashing and just playing in the water. It’s the most carefree you’ve been in your entire life.
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The sun has gone down, the moon high and bright, stars littering the sky above. Chan lays beside you on the blanket, an arm behind his head. He has a small, giddy grin on his face.
“This has probably been the best afternoon of my life,” he admits quietly. You sigh happily and scoot closer, resting your head on his chest.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt more free than right now,” you say softly. For a minute the two of you watch the sky, the crash of the waves a soft white noise, the smell of the salt water in the air.
“I don’t see how that is… you’re a Hwang… figured your life would be great. Freeing. Your family is one of the wealthiest around.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes.
“Maybe, but I’ve never experienced those perks. By the time I was 12 my parents shipped me off to some boarding school for girls in Morocco. It was an experience to say the least. I came back home the day after I graduated.”
“That explains why it took so long for the world to know about you.” He says now putting the pieces together.
“Yeah, my family used to say I was the best kept secret. Why? Who knows,” you take a pause, "But Hyunjin used to tell me it was for my ‘protection.’ Something about keeping me safe. But in reality, I think there’s more to it.”
“What do you mean?” His voice is cautious. Not pushy, not demanding.
“I don’t know… it’s just a gut feeling I have. My parents always treated Hyunjin better. Though no one would ever admit it to me. For example, when we were kids. If I wanted something, like a new doll, but Hyunjin wanted a new video game or even an action figure or something, he always got it… If I got something I wanted, it was a special occasion, and it always made out to be a big deal.” Your eyes roll as if you can hear your mother right beside you.
“And god forbid I ever complained. It was always, ‘you should be thankful you have anything at all’. I never got to have opinions. Sometimes I think they sent me away just to get rid of me,” your index finger absentmindedly drags over his chest.
“I tried to talk to Hyunjin about it, but he always brushed it off. Even when I was in a whole other country, and when he didn’t screen my calls, he would tell me I’m being sensitive. Make me feel crazy.” You sigh as you look over the waves.
“Wow… its amazing we knew the same person and yet, we knew two different people.”
“You know, when I came home, no one could be bothered to pick me up from the airport. I had to take a cab and when I got home, the house was empty. Apparently our parents had taken a vacation and Hyunjin only found out I was home after I called him multiple times. He didn’t even come home that night. Mind you, I hadn’t physically seen him in years.”
You inch closer, resting your head higher on his chest, Chan meanwhile is frowning and shaking his head slightly. Neither of you speaks for a while, simply watching the waves and stars as you sit together, the atmosphere shifting to something even more close and intimate. His fingers gently glide over the back of your arm as his heartbeat thuds in your ear, easy and natural.
For a while, it's comfortably silent.
-
“Chan?” You say quietly.
“Hmm?”
You sit up, your heart beating increasing as you look down at him. His hand moves to cup your cheek. Slowly you lean down, hesitating for only a fraction of a second, noses brushing before you kiss him. It's soft, testing at first. His tongue tentatively darts out over your lips, letting you pull back if you so desire to.
You don’t. Your mouth opens, his tongue sliding against yours as the kiss deepens. A soft groan leaves him, and the sound goes straight to your core, causing your legs to rub together. A sigh leaves your nose as he leans up, forcing you to back up some until he’s hovering over you on the blanket underneath you.
A whimper leaves your mouth as his fingers dig into your hips, lips pressing harder and faster against your mouth.
“Chan-” you whisper and his hand moves to cup your breast, thumb brushing over the peaked bud, rubbing slow circles. A gasp leaves your mouth and Chan’s mouth smiles against yours.
“So responsive,” he coo’s. He unties the top off your swimsuit and peels it off, exposing your chest to the cool night air.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he openly stares at you.
“So pretty,” he whispers in your ear, before sucking a mark just below it. His thumbs continue making circles, causing small jolts of pleasure to shoot to your core.
“To think… you were giving this away for a few measly dollars.” He growls, referencing your job before he took you.
“Never again,” he sinks his teeth into your neck and you groan. He soothes the mark with his tongue.
“Who’s the only one that gets to see you like this now?”
“You,” it comes out breathily.
“Good girl,” he praises and it forces your hips to buck up against him. He chuckles, pressing his hips against yours, grinding. His lips trail down your neck, past your collar bone, to the curve of your breast before taking one in his mouth, hot and wet, tongue swirling and flicking over your sensitive peaks.
He sucks gently before letting one go with a slight pop before lavishing the other with the same attention. His eyes watch as your lips part, and back arches slightly into him, fingers combing through his hair. He hums softly,
He continues to remove your swimsuit and trails his mouth down your torso, looking up at you before going further.
“Please,” he whispers just loud enough and in that moment, something powerful surges in you. A soft smirk finds its way upon your lips.
“What? I didn’t hear you.”
You can see him fighting a smirk.
“Dragonfly,” he says, slightly dramatic, slightly whiny, “Please,” he draws the word out, eyes wider, almost boyish in an innocent kind of way, “Let me taste you,” he says against your lower stomach, looking up through his lashes.
You let out a soft chuckle, a surge of power flooding you as you nod with a smirk. The man who’s held all the power this whole time, is now begging you for the privilege. Its intoxicating. He settles between your legs, nose skimming over your core, inhaling. An animalistic growl leaves him before he spreads you open, tongue flattening against you, his eyes holding yours.
A soft whimper falls from your lips as his tongue brushes you. Your body lays flat against the blanket, as Chan repeats his actions, slowly, savoring you. He moans into you, the vibrations making you gasp. The muscles in his back flex as he dips his head down.
Your fingers thread through his hair, damp from the ocean water.
“Chan,” you breathe, hips rolling into his mouth, fingers now gripping his hair. He groans at the way his name sounds on your lips, hooking his arms around your thighs, holding you against him, his tongue working your clit like a madman before it dips down inside, curling upwards.
His nose brushes it as he gets slightly sloppy, practically drunk on your taste, your noises, you. Soft whimpers escape him as he sinks his tongue into your hole. You cry out as he thrusts his tongue in and out.
The movements are so good, too good even. Your hips roll despite his bruising hold on your thighs. He circles his tongue on your clit, teasing, then going straight at it.
Your body starts to tighten, that beautiful pressure building in your stomach, and he hears it. Hears how your breathing deepens, sees how your stomach muscles tighten, and he immediately pulls back, causing you to whine. He blows a cool stream of air against you and you hiss, arching your back.
He goes back slow, deep, like he’s not just getting you off, but making love with his mouth, his tongue a weapon of devotion. He builds it once more, teasing before giving you exactly what he knows you want, moving his tongue at lightning speed as he sinks two fingers into you, curling upwards.
He moans desperately, his own hips rutting against the sand. You can’t even form words now, pleasure overtaking your brain. He sucks your clit into his mouth, gently flicking it before letting go and repeating it again.
“Come on baby, let me have it,” he says, voice dark and deep, “I want it, all of it,” White hot pleasure burns before it explodes, your juices coating his face and fingers, and he groans like he’s gotten his own release.
Your chest rises up and down as you catch your breath while he rests his cheek against the inner part of your thigh, looking up at you as though you hung the moon. He places soft kisses to your inner thigh; it’s worshipful, loving, soft and sweet.
“Still with me, babe?” He asks and you nod. Your fingers find his arm and you tug him up towards you weakly. His lips find yours, his tongue pushing past your lips, letting you taste yourself slightly on him. Your fingers tug on the ends of his hair as he pulls his swim trunks down just enough to free himself.
Your leg is hiked and put around his waist, letting him open you up. He presses against you, hot and warm with precum beading up at the tip.
“So beautiful,” he whispers as he pushes in, both of you groaning.
“Fuck,” he whimpers in your ear, “So tight.” He allows you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, deep and slow. His mouth leaves open mouthed kisses down your throat, sucking marks every so often. The stars above are beautiful, illuminating the dark sky, when suddenly you cry out when he hits that certain spot that makes you see your own stars.
“Chan,” your voice breaks on his name. You can feel him smirk against your skin and pick up the pace.
“You feel like heaven, taking me so well,” he whispers the praise into your ear. His breathing is labored in your ear, his body hot against yours, skin slightly reddened from the sun. Soft moans and whimpers fall from you as he sucks more marks onto your neck.
“Chan- fuck,” you gasp as he starts to piston into the little spot right inside your entrance, euphoria taking over.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, voice low and gravelly in your ear. The waves crash against the shore as your walls start to flutter around him, causing him to groan in your ear, his arms supporting him on either side of you. You feel that familiar tightening in your stomach, and your breathing comes in short gasps, encouraging him to continue until a scream rips from your throat. Your nails drag down his back, and he hisses at the pain- pleasure before a low growl tears out of him in your ear as he fills you up.
Your breaths fan each other’s faces; your bodies are slick with sweat, and a little bit of the misted ocean water. For a moment you say nothing, staring into each others eyes as reality settles between you.
“Fuck,” he breathes before kissing you softly, “You’re amazing,” he whispers.
“So are you.”
The smile on your face does something to Chan, it warms his chest in a way he never thought anyone could, let alone the sister of his enemy.
