Bodyguard Chan x Misunderstood "Brat" - Chapter Six MDNI
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Chan hovers over me, his eyes conflicted and his breath shallow. His arms are taut, hands on either side of my head. His shoulders are tight, like he’s barely holding himself together. It’s like he has to force himself to stay frozen. Chan doesn’t touch me, not yet, atleast. But he’s close. Too close. The kind of close that makes me lose my breath and steals the air from my lungs.
My fingers stay tangled in his shirt, knuckles whitening as my lips tremble. I don’t say anything. I’m scared. I’m scared that if I speak, he’ll pull away. I can’t let that happen. Not tonight. Chan’s voice is pained, like he’s close to snapping. “Y/n. You- You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
He’s not mad, not scolding me. He’s just sad. It’s weird, seeing the worry and guilt swirl in his eyes. I shake my head, my eyes meeting his. His eyes are dark, but not in a bad way. Just full of conflict, raw and emotional. Vulnerable. I whisper softly. “I do know. I want- I know I want you. Please- don’t pull away like you’re disgusted. I can’t-”
His face falls. Just for a second. I swallow nervously as he closes his eyes, like it was painful to hear me. “You don’t disgust me. Not- Not in the slightest, okay?
His eyes open, piercing mine. “Tell me to stop.”
His voice is softer now, pleading with me. But I can’t do this. I can’t. “I don’t want to. I don’t want you to stop.”
My heart thumps in my chest, pounding in my ears. I wonder if he can hear it too. His gaze drops down to my lips, leaning in. Hesitant.
“Y/n…” he whispers. My name is like a sin and a confession all at once. I didn’t mean to do it, but it just happened. A whimper, escaping my lips, catching in my throat. I guess that’s what breaks him.
He doesn’t rush it. It’s not rough or hungry in any sense. He’s just gentle. Careful. Kissing me like I was something fragile. He kisses me like he’s trying to remember the shape of my lips, like he’s scared I’ll disappear if he goes too hard. His hands cup my cheek, brushing a stray tear I didn’t realize had fallen.
My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until there’s no more room between us, his free arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me in until my body arches against the hard planes of his torso.
He kisses me like he’s trying to apologize. It’s like everything else around me is dizzy, his kiss grounding me. I can feel everything disappearing - the distance and the walls he built to keep me out. His mouth parts, his tongue brushing against the seam of my lips, asking for permission.
I give it to him slowly, hesitant yet surrendering, giving myself to him fully. He tastes like spearmint and hesitation, full of things he won’t allow himself to say. Our chests press together, the heat of his skin seeping into my skin. I want more. I want all of him, and I want the version of him between the cracks - vulnerable, protective, and afraid of how much he feels.
Even now, he’s holding back, his hands falling from my skin and clenching the bedsheets rather than me. He pulls away, our lips swollen. His forehead meets mine, his eyes wild as I gasp for breath, his lips trembling. “This changes everything.”
“I know,” I say, my voice shaking. “I know.”
“I don’t know if I can give you what you want,” Chan whispers. I whisper back. “I’m not asking for perfect. I’m asking for you.”
His eyes close again for a second, jaw tightening like he’s contemplating something within himself before his eyes open again. This time, when his lips graze mine, it’s a promise and a goodbye wrapped in one.
I press my lips closer against him, whimpering softly. His hands find my waist, reaching up under my tube top, brushing the underside of my breast. I gasp softly, his kisses trailing down to my jaw, my neck, sucking on my collarbone. I whimper, moaning softly as my eyes close, lost in the feeling of his love. One of his hands fall to my thigh, pushing up the miniskirt I’m wearing, tracing my inner thigh.
He’s everywhere at once, hands moving up to my tube top, brushing the underside of my breast again. Gently, he tugs the tube down, hands gentle, exposing the top of my breast. My chest heaves, his fingers skimming over the soft flesh until-
“Wait.” My hands press flat against his chest, sudden and trembling, eyes wide open, no longer in pleasure but startled. Chan freezes instantly, pulling back from my skin, resting on his elbows as he whispers gently. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna touch you unless you want me to, okay? Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
I sit up quickly, turning away from him as I hug myself, covering my chest as my tube top slips down around my waist. Chan doesn’t say anything else, just scoots closer to me, behind me as his hand gently rests on my back. Patient. I take a deep breath, pressing my chest to my knees. “I’ve never- I’ve never done this before.”
“I mean- I’ve never had sex before,” I whisper, eyes squeezing shut. “I’ve never let anyone touch me or-”
“You don’t have to explain,” Chan says gently. “You don’t-”
“I’ve never kissed anyone either,” I add, the words tumbling out in a confession, slipping from my mouth. “That was my first kiss. With you.”
Chan blinks once, stunned into silence. “You…”
“I know,” I whisper, laughing brokenly as I wipe away my tears desperately. “Shocking, yeah? The bratty heiress has never kissed someone before. It’s pathetic.”
“Hey, look at me,” Chan says, tilting his head to try and catch my gaze. I keep my eyes down, turning away from him. Chan continues. “You’re not pathetic, okay? You don’t owe me any explanation, okay? I’m- I was just surprised. I don’t think less of you, not at all.”
I sniffle softly. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to- to ruin things. I don’t want you to- to think I’m a child. I-”
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Chan says, cutting me off quietly. “You were just being honest, and you’re just telling me the truth. That means more than anything that will happen tonight, yeah?”
I hesitate, chewing on my lower lip before I allow the words to slip out. “Have you done it before?”
Chan freezes before speaking slowly. “You mean sex?”
I nod, still unable to look at him, fingers tightening their grip on my elbows. I was bracing myself, waiting for the answer to break me.
“Yes,” Chan says softly, his voice honest. “I’ve… yeah. I have had sex before. A- A few times.”
I flinch, shrinking into myself as I nod. “They were probably confident, right? They probably knew what to do and what to say and-”
“They weren’t you,” Chan interrupts, voice steady yet soft. “None of it matters unless it’s you.”
I look up at him, sniffling softly. “If I gave myself to you, would you stay? Would I be… Would I be worth something?”
Chan’s face twists into something broken and soft at the same time, pulling my hand into his. “Don’t say that. Don’t diminish yourself like that, okay? You’re already worth everything to me. You don’t need to do anything for me to care.”
“But you’ve done this before,” I say, voice cracking. “And I haven’t. I didn’t know if I was allowed to stop. I didn’t know if I would make you leave.”
“I’m not going to leave you just for saying no,” he whispers gently.
“But I didn’t even say no,” I whisper back, my voice cracking. “I let it get that far, and I let you touch me, and I- I got scared.”
His face falls every so slightly, but I continue. “I’m just- I’m scared of being wanted. I-”
Chan pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around me, shielding me from everything else. My tears soak through his shirt, but he doesn’t care, my voice cracking on a sob. “I ruined this, didn’t I? I-”
“No,” Chan says softly. “No. I’m here, okay? You’re safe with me. Always.”
I don’t remember what happened after. I just find myself falling asleep in his arms, and waking up there. My eyes find the clock. 5:26 AM. I whisper softly. “Chan?”
Chan shifts slightly, eyes fluttering opening as he tucks the blanket further up to my chin. “Morning.”
His voice is rough, but tender. My cheeks flush. “Are we still okay?”
“Of course we are,” Chan says softly. “You fell asleep. Do you want to take a shower?”
I nod, sitting up. When the blanket falls, I gasp, covering my bare chest. Chan looks away immediately, his ears red. “I- I swear- You fell asleep with your top… down. I didn’t want to move you. I didn’t touch you. I promise.”
I nod, quickly getting up. “Yeah. I’ll- I’ll be right back.”
And so, I take my shower, brushing my teeth to rid myself of the last bits of alcohol. Chan takes a shower after, brushing his teeth as well before he joins me back on the bed. My cheeks flush as I take in his natural scent, pressing myself against him. He murmurs softly into my hair. “You okay?”
I nod. And then… “I want to t-try.”
Chan freezes, his arms stiffening. For a second, I'm scared I messed up, but Chan just pulls away slightly, eyes searching mine. “I need you to be sure, Y/n.”
“I’m sure,” I whisper. I swallow hard. “I’m sure. As long as it’s with you.”
“If you need me to stop,” Chan whispers. “Say red. If it hurts, tell me immediately. If- Talk to me, okay? If anything goes wrong, tell me. Nothing is too small for me to know, and nothing is too stupid for me to know, yeah?”
I nod, my eyes meeting his as my chest heaves. He kisses me softly, his lips gentle as I wrap my arms around him. His hands travel my body, mapping every inch of me as his lips move down the side of my mouth and along my jaw. I whimper softly as he marks my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as I gasp, eyes wide, his tongue soothing the sting before he continues.
His hands gently push my shirt up, my upper body moving so he can pull it off of me. He leaves me in my bra, tugging my pajama shorts down and leaving me in the matching lace panties. He takes a deep breath, voice low. “Fuck, Y/n. You look like a fucking goddess.”
He pulls off his clothes, a blend of elegance and desperation. When I see his size, my eyes widen, flying back up to his eyes as he laughs softly, his hands stroking his length, hot and heavy in his hands. Gently, his naked form settles over mine, still clad in my undergarments. My hands explore his back, anchoring him to me as he nips as the straps of my bra. As his fingers trail over the lace, I let out a soft moan, arching into his touch.
Chan reaches around me, unclasping the bra and letting the lace fall away to reveal the soft curves of my chest. He inhales sharply, eyes darkening as his hands cup a breast, running his thumb over my nipple, watching in fascination as it hardens. “Gosh, Y/n. You’re beautiful.”
He leans down, pressing a kiss to my breast, the other groped at by his hand. His mouth surrounds a nipple, sucking and lapping at it, giving it his full attention before biting down softly. I whimper, gasping at the spark of pleasure shooting through my veins.
Chan chuckles softly, moving to my other breast as his hands slide down to my panties. I whimper as he delves beneath the cloth, finding the ache between my legs as he strokes my folds gently. I let out a needy moan, lips pressing together immediately in embarrassment. Chan just smiles, stroking my clit as he murmurs softly. “Don’t hide your pretty moans from me, baby. Let me hear you.”
My hips buck up as I gasp, his thumb pressing on my clit suddenly. My head falls back as he slips a finger inside, doing so slowly, his eyes locked on mine in concentration, making sure I wasn’t uncomfortable in any way. As he begins to pump his finger in and out, my hips buck against his hand, a needy whimper falling from my lips as he continues to add more of his digits, moving fast and curling inside me to make me see stars.
“You’re so tight,” Chan murmurs, his voice low. Raspy. “Gonna make sure you’re prepared for my cock, yeah? You’re gonna be a good girl for me and listen, yeah?”
I nod, but he’s not satisfied, his fingers stopping for a moment as I let out a pained cry. “I need to hear you answer me, Y/n.”
“Y-Yes,” I gasp, desperation coloring my tones. “Y-Yes. Gonna- Gonna be a good girl for you.”
His teeth flash into a dangerous smile. “Good girl.”
He goes back to pumping his fingers in and out of me, his teeth tugging on his lips as his thumb presses against my clit, his other hand tearing off my panties. My hands reach for something - his back, the bedsheets, his arms.
My eyes catch onto his size again, a desperate whimper escaping my throat as my hand moves to touch it. Chan gasps, jerking softly at the feeling, his hips moving with my hand as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. His fingers move faster, thumb moving in tighter circles as my grip tightens on his cock, hot and heavy in my hands. “Shit, Y/n. You’re gonna make me lose control, baby. Not gonna last long.”
“Chan-” I whimper, crying out his name. “P-Please- Can’t-”
I feel myself tensing, coils of pleasure winding in my core as my walls clench around his fingers, long and thick. That’s exactly when he pulls away, his eyes dark as he pushes his fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
I listen, too loss in pain and pleasure as I cry, shaking my head desperately at the loss. When his fingers pull out of my mouth, I sniffle. “No- N-No, please-”
“Sh,” Chan says softly. “Patience, baby. Patience.”
His eyes are dark, his fingers falling to my waist as he holds me in place. “Tell me you want this, Y/n. Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I whisper. His cock twitches against my inner thigh, my core aching and leaking. He pushes into me. Just the tip, teasing me and leaving me aching for more as he pulls out, even when he’s barely able to hold on. “Chan, please- I- I need you. I want you.”
That’s all Chan needs to hear. Slowly, he pushes in, just the tip, again. This time, when he pulls out, he pushes in again, going a little further. His arms are tense, like he’s holding himself back from slamming his hips into me. I clench around the length he gives me, crying out his name. “Ch-Chan-”
He pulls me up for a second, slipping a pillow below my lower back. As soon as he sets me down again, I let out a strangled scream, his name falling from my lips as I cry out. His hands brush away a stray tear. “Breathe for me, baby. You’re doing good for me, yeah? Such a good girl for me.”
I whimper at his praise, walls clenching. Slowly, he eases the rest of himself into me, all the way. My eyes fly open, wide with fear as he holds me in his arms, his forehead pressing against me. A pained whimper escapes me, pleasure and pain settling in my core at the sensation.
“Breathe with me,” Chan says again. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay.”
I take a deep breath, my muscles tense around him as I sniffle. Chan presses a kiss against my lips, his voice soft. “I’m going to move when you’re ready, okay? The pain will go away slowly once I start moving, but only when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut before I meet his gaze again. He nods, kissing me again softly, swallowing my cries as he moves, hips rolling in a slow and deep rhythm. Each thrust sends a bigger jolt of pleasure through me, my body stretching to accommodate his large size.
“Fuck, Y/n,” he groans, lips against my mouth, full of pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so fucking tight and- shit. It’s like you were made for me.”
I whimper as his hands fall to my ass, squeezing the round globes before moving all over my body, his touch fleeting and leaving me wanting. My spine arches up again, the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room. I lose myself in the sensation, lights flickering in my vision as I cry out.
His hand falls to my clit, finding the sensitive nub, throbbing under his touch, as he rubs tight, quick circles once again. I cry out, head falling back in a silent scream as I cry out his name, core tightening as I claw at the bedsheets below me.
Chan leans down, his teeth finding my neck as he moves faster. The slap of skin against skin mixes with the creaking bed frame, our moans and cries of pleasure falling into a beautiful harmony. I cling to Chan, pulling him deeper against me. “Chan- P-Please- Harder- Can’t-”
He growls, eyes flashing with hunger as he thrusts himself harder into me, pulling my lower back up. The new angle allows himself to kiss my cervix, hitting that secret spot in me with each drive of his hips. His hands are slick with my arousal, moving up to palm my breast, kneading the flesh roughly. As his fingers pinch and roll my nipple, the stimulation forces me to cry out as pleasure continues to shoot through me.
I lean up, kissing him desperately, our tongues tangling in a frenzy of filth and desperation. Chan pulls away gently, a contrast to his darkened eyes, his voice rough as he snaps, commanding. “Touch yourself. I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck you, Y/n.”
My eyes widen slightly, cheeks flushing at his demand. The throb of my clit and the sensation of his cock against my core pushes away any embarrassment, outweighing any other semblance of control. My hands reach down, fingers desperately finding the sensitive nub. His own hands cover mine, guiding my fingers as I touch myself, fingers finding the sensitive flesh, moving in time with his thrusts.
Chan just stares down at me, heavy-lidded and hungry as he continues pounding his cock into me, thick and long. The sight of this - me touching myself, lost in the pleasure, pushes him to continue. He leans down again, kissing me before sucking on my nipple, biting down and sucking hard, dominating me in every sense of the word.
I move faster, fingers numb as his thrusts get harder, his chest heaving as the both of us gasp for breath. I could feel myself losing control, his fingers taking over mine as he rubs my clit harder, efforts doubling as his hips slam into mine, the headboard pushing against the wall.
“Ch-Chan-” I cry out, unable to say anything else. “Chan-”
“Come for me, baby,” Chan urges, teeth gritted. “Shit- Baby, come for me like a good girl you are.”
That’s what does it. My orgasm crashes over me, inner walls clamping on his cock like a silken vice. Wave after wave of ecstasy courses through me, my body twitching as I writhed beneath him. He doesn’t let me go, just holds me hips down securely as he continues pounding into me desperately. I cry out, screaming his name in desperation.
He doesn’t stop, fucking me through my climax. The feeling of me coming undone around him… Fuck. With that, he comes as well.
His buries himself to the hilt, hips twitching as he rides out his own release, scalding ropes of his seed painting my womb. Neither of us move as I whimper softly, his body falling forward onto his elbows as the both of us catch our breaths.
“Chan,” I whimper, lips trembling as tears well in my eyes. He gently shushes me, kissing my tears away as he whisper softly. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m going to pull out, yeah? It’s going to be okay.”
I cry out, as he does so, chest heaving at the sensation. “There we go. Good girl, baby.”
At his words, I squirt. Chan freezes, eyes wide as a mix of my pleasure and his ooze out right after. His fingers push into me again, me gasping in surprise as my thighs tremble, pressing close. “N-No- Chan-”
His eyes soften, immediately removing himself before pulling me into his arms, his voice soft. “I’m sorry, baby. Just gonna hold you now, okay?”
I nod, too tired to say anything else, my head resting on his chest. As the room cools from the heat of our passion, Chan traces patterns on my skin, his voice low. “I love you, Y/n.”
“I never thought you would be the one to say it first,” I tease, exhausted. He just smiles back. “You gonna keep me waiting?”
I shake my head, pressing a kiss to his mouth, eyes fluttering shut. “I love you, Chan.”
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