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iluffyouxo · 2 years

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ᔕTᖇᗩᗯᗷᗴᖇᖇY ᑕIᘜᗩᖇᗴTTᗴᔕ || 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

stray kids — bang chan x black, female oc

“Moon? Moon? Are you even listening to me?”

The question was met with an annoyed sigh as the person it was directed at looked over at them through the corner of their eyes. “Yes, Chan, I hear you loud and clear.”

Moon returned her gaze back to the mirror in front of her, taking in her beat up state. Her nose was busted, her right eyelid was slicedㅡbut thankfully her eye hadn’t been damagedㅡand her left eyebrow had cuts all throughout it (not including the intentional cross that ran through the middle).

The multiple sources of oozing blood was tainting her hazel skin, and all she had was a giant black band-aid with wolf heads on it to cover her nose with. She wrapped smaller brown band-aids around her blooded tattooed fingers but she only had enough to wrap around a few cuts since she had already given some to Chan. She placed one on her index and two on her middle, the others were left opened to the infectious air but, that was the least of their worries.

Moon exhaled shakily and leaned against the graffiti battered, mildewed wall of the male's public restroom the two were occupying in some abandoned restaurant they always hung out in with the rest of their friends.

Moon groans as memories of the night's previous events began flashing through her mind.

The two had lost so much in such a short amount of time.

As tears began welling in her big honey colored eyes, she pulled a pack of strawberry cigarettes and a giant clear lighter out of the pocket of the oversized black Fila hoodie she had stolen from Chan months ago. A puff of flavored smoke ran through Moon's puffy lips as tears finally escaped her red rimmed eyes.

A sympathetic sigh slipped through Chan's heart-shaped lips as his own bruised hands found their way around Moon's torso. His pale fingers ran through her long raven coils. The cigarette rested on the tip of her mouth as she hugged him back, tears flowing freely.

Instantaneously and ever-so slowly, the yellowed bathroom lights began flickering and a distorted figure flashed in the mirror. The friends pushed each other away in urgency, a knowing look glittering in their eyes. Moon threw her cigarette to the ground before the two dashed out of the bathroom and into the city lights.

“Bloody hell,” the Australian growled, “Why are the streets so empty in this neighborhood?”

Suddenly, a vivid image of one of their friends getting gutted alive hurtled through their minds, followed by a high pitched scream echoing down the hollowed roads and glowing white eyes. The pair slid to a halt causing Moon to trip over her black rose boots and stumble against the cracked concrete, earning her a few new scars. She sat up, balancing herself on one knee, and looked around. They didn't know where the screeching had come from nor did they know which direction to run in.

“Let's head towards the hospital, it's just a few blocks away, I'm sure we'll make it,” Chan suggests as he offers his hand. Moon took it and hummed in response, running hand in hand with him down the street.

Another screech sounded, this time louder and so much more closer. “Dammit, dammit, dammit,” Moon hissed as her ankle began throbbing. “She's gaining on us, we need to find somewhere to hide real quick.” Chan pointed towards a large blue truck, “Let's hide under there.” They slid under the car and waited until they were sure She had disappeared for the time being.

Once they had slid from under the truck, however, Chan was met with glowing white eyes with no pupils, red tears and a sharp-toothed grin. Before he could react a porcelain hand wrapped itself around his neck and he found himself dangling meters off the ground.

Then, he was falling.

Moon shouted out his name through uncontrollable tears. In a moment of desperation Moon ran under Chan's fallen figure to become his cushion. He dropped on top of her seconds later, both collapsing to the ground. Once again the pair was awarded with more wounds but nothing severely damaging.

Moon pulled him close. “Oh, thank God...thank God!” She sobbed. “We have to go, we have to go now.” Chan and Moon stood back up and started off in a sprint towards the hospital.

Throughout the desperate try to get to safety, they were cut by Her cawls, pierced by nails in gates, tripped in puddles, pushed against brick and concrete—anything to cause more physical pain and injury.

Chan's heavy breathing was becoming uneven and Moon was now limping due to her swollen ankle. “I don't...I don't know how much more I can take,” Chan spoke, “We haven't ran into Her in a while...I feel like She's toying with us. It's only a matter of time before She gets bored and kills us off.” Moon looks up at him and gripped tight to his hand. “I know...I'm tired too...but, it's not like we can kill a ghost or whatever She is.” Chan opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by an echoing of Ring Around The Rosie. A shiver goes up Chan's spine, “I hate that fucking song.” Suddenly, the glowing figure pops up in front of them. “Shouldn't have said that.”

The ghost opens Her mouth wide and was about to take a bite out of Chan but instead Her teeth soak into Moon's hoodie clad arm. Moon screams before snacking her arm away then, she runs off again, Chan in tow.

“Oh, God, is your arm okay?” He panicked, trying his hardest to check her arm. Moon only shooed his concerns away. “We don't have time to worry about that right now. The Emergency ER is right there!” Chan whipped his head back around to find that she was right, the 24 hour ER was glowing as it sat right across the street from them. How close they were only encouraged their erge to run faster and faster and faster.

A car whipped past causing them to come to another abrupt stop. The two had made it to a wide street with no crossing from what they could see. Moon looked behind them. There was no sign of their torment...that in itself was a bad sign. If they didn't cross now, they were going to be doomed. She looked back at Chan who held a desperate look on his face. “We have to cross now.” He looked at her slowly and shook his head. “We can't. What if this is apart of her plan? What if one of us gets hit?”Moon stares at him. She hadn't thought about those possibilities.

“Even so, those are still 'what ifs'. We at least have to try. And if we die, at least we died fighting together.”

And for the first time that night Moon smiled at him.

It was gentle and small but a smile nonetheless. Chan inhales before nodding and giving her hand a tight squeeze. “Whatever you do, don't let go of my hand...please,” He requests weakly. “Of course.”

A truck was zooming passed the speed limit as the pair made their way across the street. The sound of the truck's horn inched closer through the huffs and puffs of the exhausted couple. A determined look was painted on Moon’s face while a horrified look graced Chan’s features. “Just run a little faster,” Moon wheezed out through strangled breath. “But, what if we don't make it?” She looked back at Chan. “We're going to make it.”

A few steps later and they were both standing on the sidewalk, dangerously close to the street they had just zipped across. Moon smiled over at Chan as they walked hand in hand inside the ER. “See? I told you we'd make it.” He nods, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as he placed his head on her shoulder.

The sun was just coming up overhead. Halloween night had finally come to a close.

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becomingmina · 3 months

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MAD. w/ BANG CHAN.

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: bang chan x female reader genre + warnings: established relationship, fluffy, smut mdni!, wc: 1.7k

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“Please! Can we go out?” You tugged at your boyfriend’s shirt.

You and Chan were tangled up on the couch on a Friday afternoon. When he had told you his afternoon was free you were quick to straddle his lap, begging for him to take you out. He laughs at your eagerness while he was laying on his back with one arm under his head, the other caressing your thigh.

“I have to wake up early tomorrow. Can’t we just stay home? We can play some games and order in,” he tried to convince you.

“But you’re finally free for the afternoon and we have like..” you counted your fingers “.. we have like 7 hours before you can wind down..” you begged with a pout.

“Or we can do something else for 7 hours baby,” he suggested with a smirk, inching his hand up higher on your thigh.

“But I got this pretty dress—” you huffed; you didn’t want to take no for an answer.

“—Then go out by yourself,” Chan sharply replied, removing his hand from you to join the other one under his head. You can tell he wasn’t serious evidently by his smile, but you were.

“Maybe I should.”

“Good.. I get to rest more without you on me,” he scoffed, playfully.

“Pffffft, you want me on you!” You rolled your eyes.

“Not today baby. Go.” he flickers his eyes to the front door then back at you.

“Fine.”

You got off him and went into your shared bedroom, sitting on the bed in silence. You were waiting for him follow you and maybe change his mind about not going but he never entered the bedroom. You rolled your eyes and decided to check what he was up to, slowly opening the door to peek, only to see him asleep, his cheeks was pressed up against the surface of the couch.

“Gosh..” you smiled at your sleep-deprived boyfriend. He looked so worn out, so cute like this, you know you couldn’t force him out..

..But you were still longing to get out, itching for a boost of confidence. You had just ordered a pretty dress online and it finally arrived. You wanted to wear it, wanted to doll up since all you have been in the past couple of weeks was Chan’s big t-shirt and sweatpants feeling a little ugly.

You sat back on your bed again, pondering what you should do with the rest of your day, what you should do to make you feel better.

You pulled out your phone, dialling a number. “Hey, you wanna go out S/GF/N?”

While your boyfriend was still passed out, you got ready to go out with the girlfriends of the other boys and threw in a quick nap. You straighten your hair, put on your make up before slipping on the dress. It was just a simple black halter body-con dress, but you felt extremely sexy in it.

It was 7pm by the time you were done with everything. You strutted out with a pair of high heels towards your boyfriend who had just woken up, occupied on his phone.

“Hey baby, how was your sleep?” You ask softly, bending down to give him a peck on his cheek.

“Good,” he says pulling you onto his lap as he sat up.

He locks his phone before looking up at you, gasping at your appearance.

His eyes widen, travelling from your shoulders down the curve of your body to your legs then back up to your pretty face. He found you extremely sexy like this, not that he never thought you weren’t. But it’s also been a while since he saw you all dressed up.

“Woah.. Where.. Where you going pretty girl?” He stuttered.

“Out! Gonna go clubbing!” You say cheerfully, wrapping your arms around him while his drops around your waist.

“Y/N, were you serious?” He was taken off guard at your quick reply.

“Yeah, I told you I wanted to go out,” a hint of desideration showing.

“Baby— but with who?” It was his turn to whine now.

“With the girls now since you didn’t want to go,” you teased him and Chan shoots you a guilty smile. “I wanted to be pretty today. My pretty dress finally arrived.. Look,” your hand smooths over the hem of your dress before pointing at the neckline, showing it off to your boyfriend.

“You are pretty, always will be baby,” he says caressing your arm and looking up at you in adoration. “Now I’m mad.. at myself.”

He’s mad at himself. He feels like a bad boyfriend not registering your cues of you wanting to feel and look pretty. He retraces back to the past couples of week how you have been cooped up in his apartment in nothing but lounge wear, you couldn’t even dress yourself up for work since you work from home. Although you have always been the prettiest to him, he understands how you feel. You were just a girl, his girl.

“Why?”

“That I’m going to be home by myself now while my pretty girlfriend will be out in this sexy dress.. all because I didn’t know she wanted to feel pretty,” his eyes traces down your body one more time, feeling his start to get flushed.

“Is it too late?” he genuinely asked.

You laugh. “Mhmm, the other girls are ready to go.”

“You really going to leave me like this?” He looked down to the area you weren’t quite sitting on, indicating to something that was growing hard, but you just laugh. You were already running behind, so he just has to suck it up and wait till you come back so you can take care of him.

“I’ll let you kiss me, but I will have to leave you like this,” He smiled at you before pulling your face closer, letting your lips finally touch each other. He deepens the kiss quickly and you let him have his way for a little bit until pulling back completely.

“Can I’ll drop you?”

“Are you sure?” You didn’t want to bother him. After seeing him pressed up against the couch exhausted, you feel guilty because he never has time to himself.

“Of course! I would love to do my boyfriend duties for my baby.”

You had blast to be very honest. You have never felt this sexy and confident in a while. And to feel this way all night with the best of your friends was very special to you. You enjoyed girls night alot, but there were moments where you missed Chan. But you knew he was going to be home waiting for you so you just had to wait till the end of the night to see him again.

“How was it?” He asked the second you got into his car.

“It was fun. We drank and danced alot and.. I missed you heaps,” you slurred cheerfully, drunk and a little horny.

“Missed me?” He smirked.

“Mhmm, missed you Channie,” you pouted reaching out for his hand.

“Gotta go home first..” he says as he lets you hold his hand. “Gotta go home first and then I’ll let you show me how much you missed me.” He gives you a flirty glance and pull his hand to your lips, pecking the back of it.

“How did you feel though?”

“I feel sexy, Channie,” you confess.

“I’m happy to hear that. You look so extremely sexy tonight baby,” he complimented, making sure you know he acknowledges your feelings.

Once you got home, he instantly drags you into the bedroom, pushing you to sit in the bed.

“Missed you so much..” he crouches down and steady himself by his hands on either side of you. “I can’t believe I rather sleep than go out with you today..” planted a kiss to your shoulder making you giggle. “..I’m such bad boyfriend..” he continues and you nod.

“Such a bad boyfriend for my good Y/N,” he kisses your other shoulder before pushing you down on the bed.

“Hmm, you’re such a bad boyfriend,” you jokingly agreed, pulling him ontop of you as you make space for him in between your legs.

“You gonna let me make it up to you?” His hands inches up your thigh, bunching up your dress.

“Yes Chan please. Make it up to me..” you couldn’t wait any longer now, practically whining underneath him. “Just wanted to be pretty for you today..” you say breathless and he starts to nip the skin on your neck.

“No.. no more…” you whimpered as he pulls outs of you. You were out of breath, close to blacking out.

“Okay okay.. shhh shh.. that was last one, my pretty girl..” Chan comforted you after coating 5 orgasms out of you. He wiped you down before throwing the towel away, pulling you into his chest.

“Ohh— is it 5 already?” He questioned after glancing at the alarm clock which made you look up to confirm.

It has been 4 hours since he peeled your dress off you. And although you were wrecked, it was worth every second.

“I got no sleep.. Gotta call off practice,” he says and your face immediately lits up. The tiredness gone the second you know he was finally going to be home on a Saturday morning. He smiles at you before reaching out for his phone and unlocking it.

Chan Practice cancelled for today

Seungmin Why?

Chan Gotta deal with Y/N

You watch as he converses with his group members. “Okay but then thats makes me seem annoying,” you complain and he looks down at you.

“She’s sick?” He chuckles, with a raised eyebrow.

“But then I don’t want them to think you took the day off just because I’m hung over,” you complained again, with a fake pout.

“Should I just tell them the truth then?” He suggests, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Tired from fucking Y/N since she came back from the clubs,” he says and you playfully hit his chest getting all shy at how he blew your back just a couple minutes ago.

“They all will understand. I’m sure they missed their girlfriends too,” he said, throwing away his phone and pushing your head in his chest so you can finally rest.

“Since I’m home today baby..” he starts, and you hummed. “What do you want to do when we wake up?”

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writtnbyhan · 7 months

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NFWMB.

PAIRING: bang chan x female!reader

TAGS: protective chan, idol!chan, non-idol!reader, established relationship.

WORD COUNT: 1945

PROMPT: person a gets into a heated argument with someone. person b starts threatening them, so person a picks up person b and carries/drags them out of the room before anyone gets hurt.

warnings: what the prompt says, lol — arguments (not between chan and reader). very very minor violence (arm grabbed), bruising, swearing. Let me know if I missed a warning.

author's note: well, baby's first post. I really hope someone likes this ? my goal is to participate in nanowrimo in my own way so expect weekly posts from yours truly. I was nervous about what to write about bc of it being my first post but I needed to write something or I'd never do it. starting with chan feels right, though I wish I can get to write more fluff soon 😭 this was fun tho! I really like protective and possessive chan<3

You didn’t intend for him to hear. Mostly, because you thought you could handle things on your own, but also because you knew it would somehow end up like this.

You have been visiting the building where the boys work for as long as you remember being in their lives. It’s not your fault, given that they spend almost every waking moment there, working. And the one whose time was taken the most by it happened to be your boyfriend. It was a Saturday and he was working, which wasn’t uncommon, but it also wasn’t healthy. You let it slide sometimes, when you knew time was pressing on him and he needed to be there, for his own peace of mind. But everything was ready for the comeback, there was absolutely no reason for him to spend his weekend locked up in that so-familiar room.

So, you did the only logical thing: went there to drag him out, knowing only you where capable of doing so. No amount of puppy eyes from his kids could do what you could with just asking — you were his girlfriend, after all, it was expected that he’d have a soft spot for you.

You felt the problems creeping on you as soon as you stepped foot in the building. There were new people there, new workers. You hated when new staff started working, because they were still too nosy, and because they would ask too many question, some of which you wouldn’t be able to answer without one of the boys by your side to prove your credibility. It was okay, though, you could only imagine how many girls could go to the front desk and claim what was your truth — “I’m looking for my boyfriend”.

Luckily, the girl at the front desk, Sun Hee, already knew you. She only smiled at you when she saw you enter the building, and her tired smile should’ve been warning enough. You walked to her with a matching smile of your own, she knew you were there to pick up a overworking boyfriend, but you still needed to sign your name in the records.

“hi, lovely! what’s got you tired today?” you asked, curiosity so strong you couldn’t help asking.

“new staff’s first weekend. sometimes I wonder how they got hired in the first place”, she answers truthfully, sighing. She sends you a look you know it’s a warning — beware, idiots walking around feeling entitled!

You sigh, too. That’s going to be troublesome, especially today.

“hope I don’t get to met them today, at least until I find Chan. The boys didn’t warn me, or I would have brought one of them with me”

She showed a sympathetic smile, nodding.

“Prince charming is on studio 3, same as always”, she rolls her eyes playfully.

It says something about your overachieving boyfriend that not only the staff knows where he is all the time, but also that you have almost made friends with said staff. God, you needed to convince him to spend less time working.

After thaking Sun Hee and promising to chat more later, you walked to the elevator, setting to find Chan. You could amost picture him — black hoodie, black beanie hiding his messy curls, and headphones in. You smiled at the image in your head, a much too familiar one, one you loved so much.

Smile still present in your face, you stepped out of the elevator on the corresponding floor, checking different doors that had lights on. You were here to pick up Chan, yes, but you didn’t rule out finding Hyunjin or Felix overworking themselves too. The blondes were quick to follow their leader to the building any day, claiming they always “needed” the extra practice. Jeongin would be just as annoying as they were to you, if it wasn’t for his baby status, which meant everyone took a little more care of him (Minho more than anyone, checking that the boy didn’t overwork himself regularly).

Of course, checking every room as if you didn’t know where you were going to may have looked suspicious, you will give the man that. You were glad he was doing his job, just — well, maybe you were at the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe he was.

“Excuse me, miss, who are you and where are you going?” He was at least 30 cm taller than you, and he was almost as buff as Changbin. You weren’t intimidated at first, you knew your presence had been cleared for, you had a right to be there, and you had got through the entrance desk, so he must know you were allowed there, right? Maybe he was just trying to help.

“Oh, hi! I’m Y/N. I’m looking for my boyfriend and checking to see if one of his friends is here as well”, you explained.

He stepped closer, almost invading your personal space. You took two steps back.

“Who are you looking for?”, he was eyeing you as if you were suspicious, a threat even. You, who was dressed in a skirt and probably looked like a mouse next to him.

“My boyfriend”, you repeated, “Christopher Bang Chan. He is in one of those studio rooms”, you added matter-of-factly.

“Ma’am, I’m going to have to escort you outside. You shouldn’t be here.” The man said, loudly, like he wanted to be heard. Ah, you thought, he is one of the new ones. It was common, you have seen it happen one too many times — new staff is always trying to prove themselves as good.

You smiled, though you were a little intimidated now. After all, you were alone in a hallway with the man who kept getting closer.

“Why is that? I am allowed here”, you tried to keep calm.

“Look, I don’t know how you passed the front desk, but fans should not be inside the building!”, the man yelled at you, his arm reaching out until he could take you by the wrist, his hold tight enough to bruise.

“Hey! You’re hurting me, stop it. Let me go!” You started struggling, trying to force your arm out of the man’s hold.

“Stop fighting or I’ll call security”, he threatened. You were about to tell him to do so, you’d wait by him until security came there and showed the man that your info was in the system and you were, actually, allowed there. You didn’t get a chance, though, for your boyfriend’s voice reached your ears as soon as the man stopped talking.

“You let her go or I’ll call security myself”, Chan’s voice showed his anger, and as he got closer you saw the determined look in his eyes that made you worry a little. You didn’t doubt Chan was capable of hitting the man if he didn’t let you go right now.

The man, apparently, didn’t notice that, for he did not let go of your wrist.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I’ll have her removed from the building immediately, I don’t know how she got inside.” He was tugging at your wrist, to which you kept quiet. If you expressed how much it hurt, the situation could escalate more than you wanted it to.

“She got inside because she’s allowed to. Now, I said: let her go.” Chan’s voice was ice cold, almost spitting the words at the man’s face. Finally, your arm was free, and you rushed to take your own wrist so as to cover the red marks, evidence of the strong hold the man had on you.

“Why doesn’t she have a pass, then?”

“She doesn’t need one because she’s not a guest. Did you even care to ask about that or check the system? You know, that type of irresponsible behaviour could get you fired — you can’t just go around the building threatening and grabbing people by force!” Chan’s voice got louder near the end.

“It’s okay”, you quipped, putting a hand in Chan’s chest as an attempt to calm him down. He was protective, you knew as much, but he was also a lovely person who you knew didn’t want to get anyone fired. Still, you knew he’d do something like that for you if you asked for it.

That was a wrong move, apparently, because it meant letting him see the marks on your arm.

“what the fuck?” his words were whispered, but it was obvious the anger that came with them. “Man, what is wrong with you? You should have checked before bruising her arm like that! What gives you the right to decide who is and isn’t allowed here?! That’s the front desk’s job, if she’s on the fucking third floor, then I think it’s fucking obvious she passed security. I need your name for I will have to file a complaint about this, grabbing someone like this is violent and no excuse of security can make it right because you are not supposed to even touch here — if you think she is not allowed here, you call security, you do not bruise my girlfriend’s arm.”

Chan’s voice is loud, and he is so close to the man you could tell it is some kind of threat, or maybe show of strenght. The man’s jaw was tense, as if he was ready to argue with the idol himself. You looked around the hallway, not knowing what to do or how to stop this. The man that had grabbed your arm clearly felt too entitled for his own good, and you worried that he might try to turn things physical.

Lucky for you, he didn’t even get a chance to answer before you heard a door open and close quickly, someone rushing out of one of the practice rooms.

You think you have never been happier of seeing the freckles in Felix’s face.

“Chan, everything okay?” sunshine boy asked, putting his arm around you as soon as he was close enough. His voice seemed to get Chan out of whatever state he was in, for he took a few steps back, still not breaking eye contact with the other man.

“Yeah, this dude just grabbed y/n’s arm and bruised her wrist because it’s apparently his first week here and he already feels too entitled.”

Felix looks at you, looking for something in your eyes, before getting closer to his friend.

“Okay, let’s go grab our things and go home to see if she needs to put some ice on her wrist”. He doesn’t let Chan answer before taking his hand with his smaller one, intertwining his fingers and almost dragging him out of there. You’re quick behind them, taking Chan’s other hand to give him some peace of mind.

Felix looks back at you and you smile in thanks. You know your boyfriend is way too protective, but a situation like this had never happened before. It’s good to know he’d do anything to defend you, but you still didn’t want him to get in a physical fight in his workplace.

“Don’t you dare think this gets any of you out of the hook for working on one of your free days, boys.” You reprimand them, hands still intertwined while entering the studio. Chan’s calmer now, his cheeks blushed with what you guess is something akin to embarrassement; you know he doesn’t like getting like this, but sometimes his emotions overpower him. You kiss his cheek, deciding to not comment on the subject until he does so himself. After all, you achieved what you came here to do — collect whichever stray kid had wandered their way to work on a weekend and get them home.

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3rachasdomesticbanana · 1 month

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Among Strangers | Bang Chan

•Synopsis: A handsome stranger takes it upon himself to take care of you in a crowded subway as you try to evade a man that had been following you after a night of drinking.

•Pairing: au Bang Chan x Female Reader

•Content Includes: smut, stalking, public unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, crowded area, sex with a stranger, biting, possessive chan, brief mentions of bondage and claustrophobia with a surprise ending. (I think that's everything)

an: This was first posted on my Wattpad but it was pretty ass and didn't do well so I fixed it up a little bit (a lot... Like it was so bad lol) and figured maybe it would be better appreciated here.

Part II

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After a chill hangout at the bar with some friends from work, you all decide to head home. It's been a chill night with not too much drinking. Since you live close by, walking home seems like a good idea for some fresh air. But as you split from the group, you realize you're not alone. You start to get this eerie feeling like you're being followed. Looking over your shoulder you see a hooded figure and the hair on the back of your neck stands straight up. At every turn there he is, shadowing your every move, sending shivers down your spine.

Nervous about the idea of him following you home, you hop onto the subway thinking you could hide among a sea of people. With the size of the crowd there's no way he could find you. You're confident it'll work as you weave your way through the crowd, tripping over your own feet in a rush to lose him. You aim for the door at the end of the car on the other side just to create some distance between you and him. You steal a glance over your shoulder, heart pounding, checking if the man is still behind you. But in a rush, you accidentally step on someone's foot, sending a jolt of embarrassment through you.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, cheeks reddening. “I'm so sorry.”

When your eyes meet the stranger in front of you, you're met with kind gentle brown eyes belonging to a beautiful man with dimples and perfectly styled hair buzzed slightly on the sides.

“No worries.” He smiles sweetly showing off his perfect dimples while his velvety Australian accent engulfs you and calms down some of the panic in your chest.

Looking over your shoulder again, you catch sight of the man coming into your view. His gaze meets yours, and a smirk plays on his lips before he casually looks away. Panic surges again, your moment of peace gone, sending your heart into overdrive and your eyes to widen in alarm. The handsome stranger in front of you notices your reaction and follows your line of sight to the man in the black hoodie, mirroring your concern.

"Hey, you okay? That guy giving you trouble?" His voice cuts through the chatter of the people around you. His voice, laced with a hint of concern and tinged with something darker, making you snap your attention back to him.

The dim subway lights overhead cast shadows across his young face, highlighting his handsome features more rather than diluting them. You feel a knot tightening in your stomach realizing just how worried for you he is. He glares at the creep and the muscle in his jaw ticks once.

“He’s been following me since I left the bar. I was too afraid to go home so I tried to make a detour to shake him off but he's fucking relentless.” you explain in a quiet hush.

The creep looks over at you again as if to make sure you're still in his eyesight and looks away quickly to not draw attention to his shady acts.

“Maybe he'll back off if he thinks we're together? He looked away pretty quick when he saw me. I'll stay with you for however long you need. Just to be sure that you're safe.” The stranger beside you says sweetly.

You felt fucking lucky to have run into someone willing to help you, to keep you safe. You could've ended up locked in some damp dark basement if not for this man you thought to yourself. You can already feel the mild tipsiness from the alcohol wearing off and you feel more alert and aware of your surroundings.

“Thank you so so much.” You reply and the man holds his hand out for you.

“I'm Chris.” He gives you an award winning smile that lights up his whole face and yours.

You mirror his smile and take his hand. One shake and you gasp at the sudden static shock that you feel spread throughout your whole body rather than just your fingertips. His hand is soft and warm and your body suddenly feels hot all over as if you drank a lot more than you really did.

“Y/N.” You introduce yourself timidly and he gives a small nod of his head.

The train rattles to a stop and opens the doors behind you and Chris, letting on more people eager to get home after work. It becomes increasingly crowded and you're forced even closer to Chris. So much closer that you have to take a couple of steps back in an attempt to have some space, only for your back to hit the glass window of the other doors. Another stop and more people push in, bringing the creep closer to you and forcing Chris's chest to push into yours. He apologizes, placing gentle hands on my arms.

“If you get uncomfortable let me know. I'll try and make space.” He tells you, placing a hand above your head as the train rumbles along.

“Y-yeah okay.” You mutter, feeling the hard muscles underneath the white button up shirt he's wearing.

With the alcohol completely gone from your system now, you realize that the situation you're in is beyond embarrassing. Your breasts are rubbing against his chest with every rock and shake of the train in an almost lewd way. Granted you are thankful that he's keeping you away from being pressed up against some weirdo or worse the guy following you but still, It's awkward. There's no way he can't feel your heart beating so rapidly. The train makes a sudden bump and your bodies are pushed together even more.

“Sorry.” You whisper when your hands instinctively go around his middle. He chuckles and you feel it vibrate through your chest, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter awake.

“It's okay y/n. You give great hugs.” He says, the butterflies go mad and your face grows warm.

He's so sweet and so good looking there's no way he was flirting with me just now. No way, he's just a really sweet guy. Yeah… he's just being nice.

As the train continues to go on you feel eyes on you, burning a hole straight into your skull. Looking around Chris's muscular frame you see the creep, staring, lewdly licking his lips and undressing you with his eyes, no doubt. You squirm to try and get out of eye sight but Chris's strong hand holds you still.

“What's wrong?” He whispers. His voice makes you shiver against him and his fingers tighten on your arms briefly.

“That creep is staring at me.” It makes you feel disgusted. Your skin crawls the way his eyes slide over your face.

Chris curses under his breath and pauses. “I'll push up to give you enough space to turn around so he can't see your face. Maybe once these doors open we can quickly get off and lose him then.”

You nod at his idea and he pushes on the door, putting an inch between you two. It's not a lot of space to move but you try your best, turning around facing away from Chris and the creep. Now, at least like this, your breasts aren't crushed into him. Only now, your ass is pressing against his front. From one awkward situation to another…. This is what I get for going out after work on a Wednesday. You think to yourself. I should've gone straight home or at least changed.

The skirt you decided to wear to the office today is now hitched up just barely covering your ass. If you can just keep still maybe he won't notice and the situation doesn't get any more embarrassing than it is.

“So uh what do you do for work y/n?” Chris asks and clears his throat. You can feel every word against your back.

“Uh, I work at CBO. I'm an editor over there.” You feel him nod behind you slowly.

“I heard they're supposed to get a new CEO. Some big shot is what the news is saying.” He responds but you shrug. You haven't heard much about the new CEO except for that he's the son of the previous CEO as well as the new owner now that his father is retiring.

“I'm sure he'll be a great boss. I actually haven't met him yet. I don't even know what he looks like” You utter softly sounding uncertain. Would he be a great boss? Would he take care of you? Who knows he could change everything with just one hand.

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The train enters a tunnel and you watch the lights outside in the darkness flick and zip past in a blur before noticing Chris's reflection. His eyes are on you, studying your face in the glass of the door. Your eyes meet in the all the air gets sucked out of your lungs like a sudden punch to the gut. His gaze is smoldering, far too hot to be on the receiving end of such intensity. No one says a word although his lips slowly form a sexy coquettish smile.

“Do you need me to stay with you when we get off while you call your boyfriend?.” He whispers.

You shake your head no, eyes still on his reflection. “Don't have one of those but I can call a friend to pick me up.”

As you're about to open your mouth again to thank him for the hundredth time, the train comes to a screeching stop and the lights in the car go out. Men and women grumble and some even scream. The force causes Chris to slam into you and your skirt bunches up further about midway up your ass. In a panic you tell him and he curses under his breath.

“I'll try to fix it but I have to touch you, y/n. Is that okay?” Him asking for consent to touch you makes him that much more attractive.

“Yes, please.” You say, just as a voice is heard over the speaker.

“Passengers, please be patient there seems to be some debris on the tracks that is blocking our route. They're already taking care to remove it. We'll be moving on shortly.” The voice is replaced with calming elevator music playing loudly.

That's a smart way to keep everyone calm so that no one panics. Only one panicking right now however is you. The feel of Chris's fingertips against your bare thighs is driving you insane. His touch is hot but you shiver like his fingers are made of ice. Why is it turning me on so much when he's just trying to fix my skirt?. The move is too slow to be legal that's why. His movements feel so sensual.

“Sorry, I'm trying not to draw attention.” He explains as if he can hear your thoughts.

Shit you want to stop him. To say never mind and to leave it as is and pray that the train will be stopping soon to let some people off… but you don't. Instead you hold your breath and squeeze your legs together. Your arousal grows to an unbearable high. It's just a simple touch. Why is it driving you crazy? You aren't inexperienced at your age by any means. You've had lovers before but this man's fingers, they burn wherever he touches.

“The material of your skirt seems to be stuck on my fly.” He says and the urge to crawl into a hole is strong. “I can fix it but I'll have to lower my zipper. Tell me what you're comfortable with y/n.” He whispers leaning closer to your ear.

Loose tendrils of your ponytail flutter around your ear from his breath and you mentally remind yourself to breathe. Would it be selfish to ask him to lower it? What if he's uncomfortable with that? This isn't just about you now.

“I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

He places his palm flat against your thigh comfortingly. “Whatever you decide, I won't be uncomfortable. As long as you're comfortable y/n, then so am I.” The conviction in his voice calms you and you give him a curt nod once.

“Lower it please.” You whisper, your voice sounding small with embarrassment.

His hand moves again from your thigh to your ass and you bite your lip hard. His knuckles graze the bareness and you unexpectedly feel him stir from inside his black slacks. Seems like I'm not the only one turned on by the other. Slowly and agonizingly, he lowers his zipper to not be heard over the piano and violin playing through the speakers.

“There. Are you okay?” You don't feel okay. You feel like you’re on the verge of dying from embarrassment and horniness. You can feel the opening of his pants against you and his growing erection pressing into your ass.

“I'm okay.” You lie. “Thank you Chris.”

Out of habit whenever you're riddled with anxiety, you shift your footing which only makes your ass rub against his erection more. “Shit. I'm sorry, I move around when I'm in an embarrassing situation and this takes the cake for me.”

He chuckles softly. “It's okay. I uh, I can't really control it unfortunately. Not when I've got such a beautiful woman like you in my arms. You make it… difficult to say the least.”

You rest your forehead onto the cold glass feeling the blush take over your whole face and he chuckles again.

“If I knew my evening would be like this I wouldn't have gone to happy hour with my co-workers.” Your sad confession fogs up the glass and you close your eyes.

He places a comforting hand on your hip. You're so packed he can't seem to stand the way he was before. His arms are restricted from raising any further than your hips now.

“It's okay y/n it's not all bad. We got to meet after all.” He says, making you smile.

“That's true. I don't know what would've happened if I didn't run into you.” His hands linger and you get so used to the heat that when he finally does move them away you feel cold and shiver under him. He groans softly, sending something like an electric current to the space between your thighs. That sound… you want to hear it more. Biting your lip you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“Y/n…” Chris quietly says, sounding amused. “What are you doing?”

You shake your head feigning innocence. “My feet. It's these heels, I'm sorry.”

Why did I do that? I've seriously lost my mind but why do I want to do it again? The feel of him hard against your ass must be making you certifiably insane. This isn't right. Your better judgment screams at you. It's just your hormones getting out of hand.

When he places both hands on your hips and leans in, you expect for him to call you out on that blatant lie but instead he whispers, “Do it again.” All while slowly playing with the hem of your skirt.

You stifle a silent gasp, jaw dropping in disbelief, yet you obediently follow his instructions moving your hips just slightly. When you do, his left hand grips onto your hip tight and he sighs. His erection, that's fighting itself to stay inside the confines of his briefs, jerks forward against the fabric. Before you can shift again, his right arm wraps around you and his fingers find the wetness of your panties.

“So I'm not the only one fighting temptation I see.” His warm sweet breath fans across your cheek and your body sags a little in his arms when his fingers begin to dance.

Focusing on your breathing is all you can do so you don't faint from his touch. And trying to stay quiet now becomes a struggle the more his fingers move.

“Is this okay y/n?” You can only nod, too afraid of accidentally moaning and embarrassing yourself anymore today. He just chuckles and stops the torturous tango that his fingers were doing. “Use your words baby girl. Tell me if it's okay or not.” he instructs.

“Yes. It's okay, more please.” You hoarsely whisper, voice thick with lust.

Chris doesn't move, doesn't make a sound for what feels like minutes rather than seconds. Afraid that he might not have heard you, you open your mouth to repeat yourself when his fingers slip under the satin of your thong and into your slick folds.

“Good girl.” He says, his voice dripping with sex.

You lay your head back onto his shoulder as he works you just barely over the edge. Long fingers slipping in and out, massaging your thoroughly drenched cunt with ease. He grinds the heel of his palm against your clit and everything around you begins to blur. Lust, that primal urge, it ignites like a flame inside you, pulsating with an insatiable hunger that courses through every fiber of your being. You're so close to cumming around Chris's fingers, soaking his hand with your desire. You want to tell him just how close you are but if you let up on the hold your teeth have on your bottom lip you won't be able to control the sounds you'll make.

The lights come on just as you're about to come undone and he quickly removes his fingers just as quickly as he inserted them. The train begins to move again and you squint at the sudden light overhead that blinds you, breathing heavily. Before your eyes can adjust to the light and before your core begins to crave Chris's touch, you feel him fumbling behind you freeing his cock and distracting you from the frustration of your denied orgasm.

“Is there anything I should know?” He inquires, sounding like he's in a business meeting.

You don't need to ask what he's referring to. The real question though is do you really want to do this here, with someone you just met? What if you get caught? You both could get arrested. You could get fired. But there's no room in your mind for logic right now with the thrill and your need to cum clouding you. Fuck it.

“No nothing, I'm good. This is what I want.” You see his reflection smile.

“Good. Now, keep your eyes on me y/n.”

You feel the tip of him, covered in precum pressed firmly on your ass and his hands slide under your navy skirt pushing it up further. He hooks his thumb under the string of your thong and pulls it to the side. Your eyes never leave his face.

“No noise.” He warns, situating himself behind you, lining his cock up just right.

His cock feels thick and hot slipping between your thighs. You're so wet that there's little to no resistance as he pushes further and further until he's fully inside you. You let out a shuddering breath and your eyelids flutter close, feeling his warmth.

“No noise, remember? Look at me y/n. I want to see you when you cum on dick.” He tells you quietly, his voice more quiet than a whisper.

Your eyes fly open and stare at his reflection in awe of how gorgeous and composed he looks. He looks calm, like he's doing nothing other than waiting for his stop but his hands tell you otherwise. You feel it in the way he's gripping you to steal himself and to keep from bucking his hips into you at full force like he wants to. Like you want him to.

Instead he has to go at such an aching delicious slow pace so that the people behind him or next to you both aren't aware of what's going on. Your fingers long to hold onto him, to anything really. You're stuck standing still with your palms flat against the glass in front of you. Your breathing begins to fog the glass but you keep your focus on Chris and notice how his eyes go half lidded.

The brown seems to have gotten darker than the warm milk chocolate from earlier. One of his arms snakes around you and he presses his hand flat on your belly giving him more leverage. When he starts to move just a tad faster your heart rate skyrockets. The fear, adrenaline and lust mixing together creates an intoxicating concoction. Every glance, every touch, becomes charged with an energy that enthralls you. Your pulse echoes in your ears, drowning out all rational thought.

Chris's thrusts are covered up by the rocking of the train as it speeds down the rails. Your orgasm isn't far at this rate. Like a slow burn you feel it building up. A simmering that starts deep within your core, radiating up and outward. You're struggling to stay standing, to stay quiet now.

Your breathing comes out in ragged pants and your knees threaten to buckle the closer he brings you to ecstasy. You aren't the only one struggling, Chris's breathing is just as shaky and primal as yours and you hear him whisper something in another language before he murmurs “Fuck.” Into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. When your walls tighten around him he curses again and his gaze looks wild.

“Why do you feel so good around my cock y/n?” He asks but you don't dare respond. He smirks, grinding himself into you. “You take directions s-so well. So… obedient.” He whispers.

You can hear how he's losing his control. His composure has melted away and he no longer looks calm and collected. He looks like a man high on sex and chasing the release that's within reach.

“Y/n… fuck. Tell me, can I cum inside you? Will you let me fill you? Use your words beautiful.” He nips your neck just below your ear and you tremble.

“Yes. You can,” You bite your lip again to hold back what would've been a loud gasp when the train jerks Chris forward causing his cock to slam into your sensitive cunt. “You can cum inside. I'm so close Chris.”

“Then cum baby. Fucking cream on it y/n. Shit, so good.

Hearing him lose himself like that is your undoing and you're falling apart around him. The air becomes heavy with the heady scent of arousal, thick and intoxicating, swirling around you and Chris like a seductive veil. Each breath is laced with the taste of pleasure. Time seems to stand still as you stare at him. Eyes wide as you breathe through your nose squeezing your lips shut tight desperate to make no sound at all. Your cunt convulses around his cock begging to milk it of every drop.

The aftershocks of your orgasm shoot through you as he continues to thrust deeper and deeper. His own orgasm right at the edge. His arm tightens around you, hugging you closer to him. his breath becomes shallow and erratic as he reaches his climax.

“Fuck, fuck.” He whispers and he bites down hard on your neck over your fast pulsating pulse, sucking your flesh to keep himself from telling you how you belong to him now.

He bites you to keep the grunts and praises from tumbling out of his mouth uncontrollably. Because something about you makes him lose control. He doesn't do shit like this. He's careful, always planning and thinking things out. He just doesn't do spontaneity. He didn't plan this, it just happened. You just bulldozed into his life and he can’t get enough. What is it about you that makes him desire this cunt he's currently filling to the brim that he craves to make sore and swollen with his cock until the sun rises? Whatever it is, he's already addicted. He needs you in his own space, tied up nice and pretty like a gift only for him to unwrap. Fuck. He's already thinking of all the positions he'd have you in if you were at his place.

You watch in awe at how intense and irresistible he looks while he spills himself inside of you. His eyes hold so much power over you. You feel the weight of his possessiveness in his unwavering stare and it excites you immensely. You find yourself thinking of asking him to come back to your place where you'd be free to move around, cry his name out without anyone around. You're curious how sex with Chris would be in a more relaxed setting. If this orgasm was intense you can't imagine how it would feel when he isn't holding back.

He slowly pulls out of you, fixing himself as best as he can and then fixes your skirt back in place. He places a sweet kiss to the back of your head, chest still rapidly rising and falling. When you blush he chuckles.

“You're a cutie y/n. After all that, you blush from a kiss. So adorable.” He murmurs and you shift your feet. “If we don't get off soon I'll end up going for another round if you keep that up.”

You giggle and look back at him, “Sorry, I'll behave.” You sweetly say.

“What if I don't want you to?” He says instantly.

You blink at him, your face reflecting shock in the glass, and he chuckles. “To be honest with you y/n, I'd love to see you again if you'd let me.”

“Me? Seriously?” You whisper in disbelief.

“Of course. Preferably somewhere less crowded. I think after today I'll be just a little claustrophobic.”

You laugh and even after what just happened you can't believe how incredible of a guy he is. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you while you laugh.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful laugh y/n?” He whispers and you shake your head. “Why does something as simple as hearing you laugh make me so hard? What have you done to me?”

A shiver of pleasure runs through your body and he exhales quietly.

“I'd fuck you again right now if we weren't about to stop.” He tells you followed by the robotic female voice informing everyone to wait until the train comes to a complete stop and the doors open.

As the subway doors slide open, Chris grabs your hand and pulls you through them, dodging the rush of commuters that are eager to go home. With ease he leads you away from the hooded creep that's desperate to find you, vanishing into the shadows behind a massive pillar. You peek out from behind Chris who scans the area cautiously. When the man doesn't see you he hops back on the train, disappointment evident on his face but relief floods over you. Glad that's over.

"Thank you Chris." you say, sending a quick text to your best friend for a ride. “For saving me I mean.”

"It was my pleasure, y/n." he replies smoothly, grinning at you, his gaze lingering on your lips. His thumb brushes your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. "Anytime you need saving, or anything really just give me a shout, yeah?" He hands you a sleek black business card with fancy gold letters.

Maybe you will call him, because you really can't imagine that you'll get the memory of how he felt inside of you out of your mind. Besides, he made it very clear he wanted to see you again and how could you turn a man like Chris down?

After saying goodbye when your bestie arrives, you watch Chris walk away in the side mirror as the car eases into traffic. Glancing at the card in your hand, you see it reads "Chris Bang, CEO and Co-owner of CBO," and you feel a wave of shock and mortification wash over you.

“Who was that hottie?” Your friend asks bobbing her head along to the radio when she stops at a red light.

“My new boss…” You say, still feeling his warm cum still inside of you.

“Also... what the hell happened to your neck?”

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You Faint | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Bang Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Fainting due to Dehydration and being busy, mentions of not eating, mentions of not drinking water, kissing, Implied Female reader, Established relationship

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon!

In the flurry of your responsibilities as a personal assistant to the CEO of a massive corporation, every second counts, every task critical to the smooth functioning of the business. Despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach and the parched feeling in your throat, you soldier on, driven by the need to ensure that everything operates seamlessly for your employer.

Hours blur together as you navigate the demands of the corporate world, your own needs pushed to the sidelines in the relentless pursuit of success. The weight of expectations presses down on you with each passing moment, propelling you forward even as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm you. You don't have time to notice the way your limbs grow heavy with fatigue, the world around you fading into a distant blur as you push yourself beyond your limits.

But as the day wears on, your body begins to rebel against the neglect it's been subjected to. Dizziness clouds your vision, a warning sign of the toll the day's exertions have taken. With every step, your limbs grow heavier, protesting against the punishing pace you've been maintaining.

And then, without warning, it all becomes too much. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as dizziness overwhelms your senses. Your knees buckle beneath you, unable to support the weight of your weakened body, and before you can even comprehend what's happening, darkness claims you.

As consciousness slowly seeps back into your awareness, you find yourself nestled on the plush couch of the CEO's office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. Your head throbs with the remnants of your fainting spell, a dull ache echoing through your skull.

Blinking groggily, you glance around the room, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. To your surprise, you find yourself surrounded by two or three other assistants, their faces etched with concern as they hover nearby, murmuring amongst themselves.

"Hey, are you okay?" one of them asks, her voice laced with worry as she kneels beside you, her hand hovering over your forehead. "You gave us quite a scare there."

You nod weakly, the events of the day slowly coming back to you in fragmented pieces. "I... I think so," you mumble, your words slurred with exhaustion.

The other assistants exchange worried glances, their concern palpable in the air. "You should rest for a bit," another assistant suggests, her tone gentle as she helps you sit up, offering you a glass of water.

Taking a sip, you feel the cool liquid soothe your parched throat, the sensation a welcome relief. As you lean back against the cushions, you're grateful for the support of your colleagues, their presence a comforting reminder that you're not alone in your struggles.

"Thanks," you murmur, offering them a weak smile. "I appreciate it."

"We were so worried about you," one of them says, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You gave us quite the scare."

You offer a weak smile, still feeling disoriented and unsure of what happened. "I'm sorry," you mumble, your words barely audible.

Another assistant nods sympathetically. "We called for help," she explains gently. "We wanted to make sure you were okay."

You furrow your brow, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Called for help." you repeat, the words sinking in slowly.

Your mind feels foggy, memories hazy and fragmented, making it difficult to grasp the severity of the situation. The concern in the assistant's eyes only adds to your growing sense of unease, prompting a knot of anxiety to tighten in your chest.

Before anyone can elaborate further, the door to the CEO's office swings open, and Chan rushes in, his expression a mix of panic and relief. "I got here as fast as I could," he says breathlessly, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You swallow hard, the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. They called Chan, your emergency contact, before they even called the paramedics. You feel a pang of guilt knowing that he's here now, worrying about you, when you hadn't wanted to burden him.

As Chan rushes to your side, his expression a mix of relief and concern, you can see the worry etched into every line of his face. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to grasp yours, his touch both reassuring and desperate.

"I... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I fainted, I think."

Chan's eyes widen with alarm, his grip on your hand tightening. "You fainted?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. Chan's concern deepens, his brows furrowing with worry. "Do you know why?" he asks gently. "Did you eat today? Drink enough water?"

You shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny, the guilt of neglecting your own well-being weighing heavily on you. "I... I may have forgotten," you admit sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

His expression softens with understanding, but a flicker of frustration dances in his eyes. "Y/N.."

"I just didn't have time," you whine, feeling the weight of his disappointment settle over you. "I have deadlines to meet, and it's been really busy here with the CEO prepping for a major partnership with another company. Plus, I'm in line for a promotion, Chan. If I do well, it's almost guaranteed. But if I fail, then I have no shot."

Chan's expression doesn’t give much away, but his resolve remains firm. "It's not that important," he insists, his tone gentle but firm. "There will always be other opportunities. Your health should come first."

You shake your head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Not everyone can lead and be super talented like you, Chan," you argue, your voice tinged with emotion. "Some of us have to work twice as hard just to keep up."

"I know it feels that way," he says gently, as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and comforting. "You're already doing more than enough," he assures you, his gaze unwavering. "But your health should never be sacrificed for success."

You sigh, feeling the weight of his words settling over you. "I know," you whisper, your voice heavy with resignation.

Chan's hums at your response, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he reluctantly withdraws. "Let's go home," he says gently, " You need rest."

With a heavy heart, you rise from the couch, your legs trembling beneath you as the full extent of your exhaustion becomes apparent. Chan's eyes widen in concern as he notices your struggle, his expression softening with empathy.

"Here, let me help you," he says, moving to your side and slipping an arm around your waist for support.

You lean into him gratefully, feeling the warmth of his embrace. With Chan's steadying presence, you manage to make your way out of the CEO's office and towards the elevator, your fatigue pressing down on you with each step.

As you reach the lobby, Chan guides you towards the exit, but when you attempt to take a step forward, your legs buckle beneath you, weakened by fatigue. Chan's eyes widen in alarm, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he catches you before you fall.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You nod weakly, feeling embarrassed by your inability to stand on your own two feet. "I'm just... really tired," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, Chan sweeps you up into his arms, his strength a reassuring presence against your exhausted frame. "Let's get you home," he says softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nestle into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms as he carries you out of the building and towards the waiting car.

Once you're settled into the car, Chan drives you home with careful attention, his concern never wavering as he steals glances at you from time to time. When you finally arrive at your apartment, he helps you out of the car and guides you inside, his arm wrapped protectively around you.

As you enter the cozy sanctuary of your home, Chan guides you towards the couch. However, he senses your hesitation, the way you lean heavily on him as if struggling to keep your balance.

"You need to rest," he insists softly, his voice laced with concern as he helps you settle onto the cushions. Despite his gentle urging, you remain silent, the weariness evident in every line of your body.

"I feel gross," you finally murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, admitting to the discomfort that weighs heavily on you.

Chan's brows furrow with worry, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Seeing your distress, he nods in understanding.

"Would you like to take a shower?" he suggests gently, his tone filled with empathy. He waits patiently for your response, ready to provide the support and comfort you need

You shake your head slowly, a feeling of exhaustion washing over you. "I don't think I have the energy," you confess, feeling a pang of guilt at the admission.

Chan's expression fills with empathy as he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. "That's okay," he reassures you, his voice soft and comforting. "Why don't we start with something smaller? Like washing your hair?"

You blink back tears, starting to feel overwhelmed. "I just... I feel so drained," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.

Chan nods sympathetically, his gaze filled with compassion. "I understand," he says softly, his words a soothing balm to your weary soul. "Let's take it one step at a time, okay?

As Chan helps you make your way to the bathroom, you feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs. With his steady support, you settle on the edge of the bathtub, feeling drained and weak. Chan kneels beside you, his gentle hands reaching for the shower head. His concerned gaze meeting yours.

"Lean back," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet bathroom. You obey, allowing your head to rest against the edge of the tub as Chan pours the water over your hair, the liquid cascading down in a comforting stream.

The sensation of the warm water against your scalp is both soothing and revitalizing, washing away the weariness that has settled deep within your bones. Chan's touch is tender, his fingers massaging your scalp with care as he works shampoo into your hair, creating a rich lather that fills the air with a subtle scent of eucalyptus.

As Chan tenderly tends to your needs, a wave of helplessness crashes over you, leaving you feeling small and useless. The inability to perform even the simplest tasks on your own gnaws at you, a constant reminder of your vulnerability. You watch as Chan effortlessly takes care of everything, his competence highlighting your own shortcomings.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you struggle to suppress the rising tide of frustration and self-doubt. "I hate feeling like this," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with the bitterness of inadequacy.

"Like what?" Chan's voice is gentle, his concern evident as he seeks to understand you.

"Helpless," you confess, the word heavy with emotion.

Chan notices the heaviness in your sigh and the sorrow in your eyes, and his heart aches with empathy. Leaning closer, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're not helpless, love," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with affection. "You're just taking a break. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, even superheroes like you."

His words are like a warm embrace, wrapping around you with love and understanding.

"You're my baby," he whispers, "And I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."

As Chan rinses the shampoo from your hair, the water running clear and pure, you feel a sense of renewal wash over you. With each gentle stroke of his hands, you can feel your energy slowly returning, a flicker of hope igniting within your chest.

When the task is finally complete, Chan reaches for a fluffy towel, wrapping it around your shoulders with care. He helps you to stand, guiding you away from the bathtub.

"Let's dry your hair a bit so you don't go to bed with it wet," he suggests, his lips forming a shy smile. He grabs a hairdryer, carefully adjusting the settings before starting to blow dry your hair, the warm air a comforting embrace against your skin.

As he works, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, the sound of the hairdryer a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Chan concentrates intently, his brow furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand. His brow furrows in concentration, his lips pursed in determination as he attempts to weave the strands of your hair into a braid. With each failed attempt, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickers across his features, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.

You can't help but find his earnest efforts endearing, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as you watch him work. The sound fills the small bathroom, mingling with the gentle patter of water droplets.

"Where did you learn to braid?" you ask, genuine curiosity in your tone.

Chan looks up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I've been teaching myself," he admits, his fingers still fumbling with the strands of your hair. "I thought... one day, when we have kids together, I want to be able to braid their hair. I want to be the kind of dad who can do that."

His vulnerability touches your heart, and you reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a tender smile playing on your lips. "You'll be an amazing dad," you assure him, your voice filled with love and admiration. "And you're already an amazing partner."

"I want to be better,"he says softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "For you."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft against yours. As he pulls away, his eyes shimmering with adoration, he presses another tender kiss to your forehead before returning to his task.

"You did great," Chan whispers, his voice filled with pride and admiration, as he guides you to your bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, comforting light across the room as he fusses over you, fluffing pillows and tucking blankets around you until you're cocooned in warmth.

With gentle hands, he arranges the pillows behind you, ensuring you're propped up just right for maximum comfort. He tucks the blankets snugly around your shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring as he ensures every corner is tucked in securely.

After making sure you're settled, Chan disappears into the kitchen, the faint clinking of dishes drifting through the air as he prepares your meal. Moments later, he returns with a tray laden with food – a simple yet nourishing meal, prepared with love.

The aroma of home-cooked food fills the room, mingling with the soft scent of freshly laundered sheets. Chan sets the tray down on your bedside table, arranging the dishes with care before settling in beside you.

As you eat, Chan sits close by, his warmth radiating beside you. He regales you with stories and jokes, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy and ease. Each tale is punctuated by his infectious laughter, and despite your weariness, you can't help but smile at his antics.

As you finish your meal, feeling the warmth of the food spreading through your body, Chan rises from his seat beside you, his movements fluid and graceful as he clears away the dishes. The clinking of plates and silverware fills the air as he tidies up, his attention to detail evident in every gesture.

Once the dishes are cleared, Chan returns to your side, settling in beside you on the bed. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, soothing away the remnants of tension that linger in your muscles.

With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer to him, reveling in the warmth and security of his embrace. Chan presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch a silent reassurance that everything will be okay.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice low and raw. As he speaks, he guides your hand to his chest, letting you feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath his shirt.

"Every time you're in pain or in danger," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's like my whole world stops."

You feel a lump form in your throat, a rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "It wasn't on purpose."

Chan shakes his head, his grip tightening around you as if afraid to let go. "I know," he says softly. "But I need you to promise me something."

"What?" you ask.

"Promise me that you'll always try your best to care of yourself," he says, his tone earnest. "Promise me that you won't push yourself too hard, that you'll listen to your body and prioritize your health."

You meet his gaze, seeing the depth of his concern reflected in his eyes. With a nod, you offer him a small smile, filled with gratitude and determination.

"I promise," you vow, your voice steady with conviction.

Chan's eyes soften, a tender smile playing on his lips. "And I promise in return," he says softly, "to always be there when you need me, or a little extra help."

He settles back against the pillows, pulling you with him until you're both comfortable. As you nestle into each other, Chan reaches for the remote control, flicking through the channels until he finds a movie that catches your interest.

The soft glow of the TV bathes the room in a warm, flickering light as the movie begins to play. You rest your head against Chan's chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat getting faster beneath your ear. It's a comforting sound, a reminder of the love and stability that he brings into your life.

As the movie unfolds, you lose yourself in the story, the worries and stresses of the day fading into the background. With Chan by your side, you feel safe and at peace, cocooned in a bubble of love and warmth.

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miniversse · 2 months

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⭑ “flaws and all” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: sex, oral (f receiving, m receiving), releasing, weed, body insecurity, scars, established relationship, non idol chan, non idol reader, pet names (baby, channie), build up

⭑ note: if you want to jump to the nsfw content, i have placed a dash indicating the beginning of it, but the build up is worth it! (this piece is low key chan worship hshshs)

⭑ minors dni

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it was 02:34 am. you and chan lay in his bed, the dim purple light of his room illuminating his peaceful face. the room smelt of your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, two scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his raspy voice makes an appearance over the faint music playing…

“what do you love me for, y/n?”

his question pierced the silence between you, and you answer him with as much honesty as your physical state can offer.

“a lot chan, a lot. maybe your voice, your face, your personality, your dedication, your patience, your love. a lot”

he turns to face you, eyes red and heavier than ever, but oh prettier than ever. the corner of his lips slightly curve upwards for a slight second and he fidgets with his earring. you didn’t lie when you said those things to him. no matter what chan did, he was perfect to you.

“so… you’re telling me you don’t care about the scar on my back? my unhealthy addiction to weed? my anger issues you have to deal with? my unbelievably long work hours? my body changes?” he takes another smoke of his rolled joint, ironically, before continuing. “i mean, i don’t know. there’s a lot of shit you don’t have to deal with, ‘yknow?”

“i know chan, but people aren’t close-minded like that. of course i see more good in you than bad”

“but that’s the thing y/n, i don’t want you to see bad in me”

“baby” you stop to place a hand on his hair, raising his bangs up only for them to fall back down.

“i love you, flaws and all”

it’s almost like a spell was casted as he grabs you and places you above his body, connecting his lips with yours. they felt warm and plush as always. his kisses were hungry and full, taking you all in with every time you connected. his tounge dances with yours, the sounds of your make out session bounce across his walls. he kissed you until he couldn’t breathe anymore. disconnecting

from you with a string of saliva.

the way his eyes looked into yours spoke enough for you to understand how much he appreciated you. he grabs your neck from behind, lowering your head down to make your ear parallel to his lips.

“if you love me flaws and all, show me. yeah?” he whispers to make sure only you could hear him. he plants a kiss on your ear before letting you go, letting you be free, letting you do everything you desire to do, because you fucking loved him.

within a few swift moves, you both remained in your undergarments, making out again while you touch around his member, feeling it harden and rise.

“let me get on my knees”

he lets out a breathy chuckle as you get down to the cold floor on your knees, waiting for him to adjust by the edge of the bed. the music had stopped by now, but the drunk party goers outside filled the silence, and soon will your moans

your fingers wrap around the hem of his boxers, sliding down the fabric that was in a losing game with his cock. you couldn’t wait and so couldn’t he, so you begin to lick the precum forming from his swollen cock. his head darts back quickly, using you hair as a handle. your tongue glides down and up, until he’s fully coated with your saliva. your mouth then takes his cock in, struggling to fit it all. but chan begins to thrust his hips, forcing it down your throat. he whines and moans endlessly.

“mmh, baby. fuh-king shit.”

you pick up the pace, knowing that pulsating was signaling his release. your tongue glides over his member while your mouth reaches to the end of its length, gagging through the process. and at last, your mouth felt warm and heavy with his release. you swallowed it whole, licking any excess off of him.

“shit, shit, shit, fuuckk.” his jaw was fixated on being open as his head fell back, the veins on his neck making an appearance.

“baby you’re, mh, so good”

“i can be better”

you push him back up to the mattress, laying on top of him and letting him strip you bare. his fingers left hot trails where ever he touched you. and both your cores were empty and desperate. your hand makes way to his back, tracing his scar several times until chans eyes grew heavier, and hungrier.

“leave it baby, focus on me”

“it’s apart of you, channie. no one else can have such beautiful marks”

he licks his lips and smiles, his cheeks turn a soft pink, and you know you’ve brought him back to the chan you know.

he guides your waist closer to his member, raising your body above his cock and looking into your eyes for any hesitation, but they only showed love and desperation to have him inside you. he pushes your body down and you synchronize in grunts and moans. he stretches you out while passionately placing kisses on your chest. his hunger doesn’t hold back as he helps you ride his lower torso.

“y-you’re flaws make me love you even more. in my eyes, th-they are perfect imperfections-s”

he didn’t stop to react or to say anything, rather he took more control of you, making you slam into him faster, harder and more lovingly. you moaned into his ears and he did the same. chan would whimper from time to time, and it made you reach your climax even faster.

“come with m-me baby, ok?” he groans into your ear

“mmh, but i’m a-almost there”

“y-yeah, a-almost there”

his hands give in, and he leaves the rest to you. you’re legs begin to shake and your bodies prepare to release. you slam into him one last time, and your arousals commence together, your releases dripping out of your pussy. he lifts your body off and lays you down on the mattress, his head moving down to your swollen, pulsating pussy.

“let me taste us”

his tongue follows a straight, strict path from your vagina to your clit, taking pauses to swallow whatever gathers in his mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sucks and licks cluelessly. with no shame whatsoever, you come again and straight into chans mouth. his laugh vibrates in your pussy as you moan sweet nothings to him.

it’s back to how it was, except it was 03:11am, you and chan lay in his bed, naked. the dim red light of his room illuminating his flushed face. the room smelt of sex, your boyfriends weed and black musk fragrance, three scents intertwined with one another in your mind. his quite snores keep you up all night, but so does your tireless finger tracing every curve of his body.

“you’re art, chan”

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mixtape-0325 · 1 year

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Seeing Stars ★

Stray Kids: Bang Chan x Female Reader (18+)

Word count: 1.6k

Content: Dom!Chan, Sub!Reader, reader wearing a dress without panties, rough unprotected sex, exhibitionism, hairpulling, daddy kink (just once), spanking, scratchmarks, slight degrading + use of 'slut' a few times, mention of pain in verbal teasing form.

The sound of every tap of his finger on the keys of the piano made its way into your ears, the sound bouncing off the walls and filling the room in its entirety. The clicks of your high heels were still noticeable on the wooden stage below you, but the concert hall making you seem so small in comparison.

The lights were dimmed but still on, enough for you to not fear any steps, walking confidently towards your boyfriend who was playing the piano so passionately. The sounds increased in intensity, his emotions radiating off the keyboard and into the hall. As you got closer to him you stopped in your path, watching the way his body moved and his fingers glided over the dozen keys.

He finished his piece was a loud smash on the piano, an angry curse leaving his mouth before getting up from his seat, the seat moving across the wooden floor leaving a horrible noise. You gently placed a hand on one of his shoulders, his body engulfed in black clothes exactly as you knew him.

'Babe', you said strongly and confidently. Chan turned around to look at you, his chest rising and falling with rage still as he made eye contact with you.

Without warning, Chan pressed his lips against you, arms quickly wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him. His kiss was passionate, his tongue playing with yours within just a few seconds. You felt yourself melting into him, almost losing the fact that you were in a concert hall on stage right now with potentially still a few workers left in the building.

After a little while you pulled away slightly, which Chan always saw as a little moment of pause, not trying to pull you back in too quickly.

'Rough day?', you whispered against his lips. 'Not anymore', he responded quietly, his forehead pressing against you moments later.

Your breaths hit each other continuously, before he moved back just a little more to look back into your eyes. 'That’s a shame…', you responded, your hands moving to play with his shirt that fitted his body so well.

His toned chest was so clearly visible in it, his arms so defined. Chan wasted no time to place his hand on your cheek, letting his thumb slide over your lips.

'Daddy barely touched me', you continued as his playful touches on your lip increased your need for him even more. At your words, Chan pulled you closer by your waist, 'Hmm have I now?', he replied teasingly as he leans in, his lips attaching to your neck to suck little purple marks into the skin.

You could tell he was rougher than normal, his hands pressing into your hips more strongly and his bites on the verge of hurting, but being so close to him again felt so good.

'Mhm, didn’t even find out yet', you teased before letting out a small moan at another bite on purpose. His hands didn’t hesitate to move to your ass, ready to slide under your dress.

'You’re gonna regret this, baby', he whispered near your ear, his hands finally moving under the fabric of your dress as his kisses on your neck continued. His hands roughly grabbed your butt, suddenly feeling that you were in fact wearing nothing underneath it.

Chan's thoughts were racing, even more so knowing that you must have just come from work. With a swift movement he turned you two around, so you were by his piano instead, lips hungrily attaching to yours and his body pressing further into you. You could feel the effect on him, Chan's bulge rubbing against you whenever he played with your ass, causing your body to move into him.

His large hands moved from your butt to your hip bone and down to where you needed him must. The arousal quickly coating his fingers, a needy little noise slipping fast your lips at the touch.

'Fuck', he cursed, kissing you one more time before turning you around, following every need he had as it came to him. Chan pushed you forward resulting in you having to catch yourself on the piano.

'You think you can come here all dressed like a slut hm?', he said strongly not even caring about the echo in the room, his arm wrapping around your body to rub little circles on your clit. ‘Even teasing about it?’

I-', your words were interrupted by a loud spank on your butt, one of his hands hitting hard whilst the other continued to please your most sensitive little spot. 'Dare to talk to me again', Chan said strongly. Your body's response was immense, your clit throbbing in need at his rough word and touches all fuelled by the stress of his work.

'Please I-', another spank landed on your skin. You couldn't help but hum in response, the realisation of the whole scene in public only adding to both of your pleasures.

His cock was straining against his black jeans, his bulge painfully big aching for some relieve, the throbbing just too intense only adding to his rush and harshness. You could hear the noise of his sipper being pulled down, and then a louder rustling filling the hall as he let his jeans fall down to his ankles, his black boxers following seconds later.

Chan hit you again, this time a little harder to the point you let out a yelp, your body moving forward at the strength. ‘You don’t care if anyone hears you?,’ Chan spoke as he lined his cock up with your dripping entrance. All you could focus on was his length so close, so warm, no response coming out of you.

‘Sluts like you don’t care hm baby? You’d fuck any guy who’d walk in the door,’ he continued as the tip of his cock entered you, movements so easily but how turned on you were, and God was he hard. You could feel him so clearly, every little vein, the stretch a little painful but so hot at the same time. His length filled you up with every inch of him within seconds, not giving you much time to adjust.

‘Chan…,’ you moaned at the feeling, your core clenching on him as his hand disappeared into your hair, pulling on it to raise your head up. The action made you realise once again where you were, and how dirty and risky the whole scene was, but you had barely seen him these past months, the need for him so much bigger than the risk.

Chan’s hips started to move, his cock thrusting into you at a rough pace from the start, one hand holding onto your hips, nails digging into your skin. All while the other was still tightly wrapped around your hair, occasionally pulling when he thrusted even harder or wanted to hear even more noises from you.

Your mind was overwhelmed, so intoxicated by your boyfriend’s lust but at the same time rushing with thoughts about how maybe, just maybe, you did want someone to walk in.

Maybe you did want one of his members seeing you right now, jerking off to the sight of you and Chan. The thought increased your mood even more so, wanting Chan to use you even more roughly – to potentially please two guys even more at the same time.

‘More…,’ you whispered out of breath at the pace, your legs already starting to give out. Chan groaned at the statement, his hand leaving your hair to fall back over your dress.

'More huh? Want it to hurt baby?' He used both of his strong hands to hold onto your hips and increase the speed of his thrusts, leaving scratch marks on your sides as he occasionally lost his grip and tightened his hands back on your hips.

His thrust were much more violent, slower but rough slaps of his hips against yours filled the entire concert hall. You could feel his cock so deep, and it drove you crazy, as if your body lost control over how to relax, continuously clenching on his cock which earned you the lowest groans possible from him.

Chan didn’t need long before his hips started to become messy, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you telling you everything you needed to know. With his hand moving up your spine and holding onto your shoulder, he thrusted a few more times – even slower, but even harder.

‘Oh fuck’ he cursed releasing his big load inside of you with a loud moan, hips completely out of his rhythm. His warm cum filling you drove you right over the edge too, letting yourself go completely with loud high-pitched moans, no longer thinking about being in a public space.

Your body twitched with every wave of pleasure rushing through your body, Chan’s cock still thrusting into you a few times as you two rode out your high.

You hummed in response to him pulling out gently, feeling his cum start to drip down only seconds later. You turned around to face him, a deep kiss connecting you two, strong arms wrapping gently around your figure.

You enjoyed the warmth of his body so close to your front, playfully kissing him by running your tongue over his plump bottom lip and making kisses extra soft.

‘You should get angry more often,’ you whispered teasingly against his pink lips. Chan’s dark brown eyes started back at you intensely, mouth curved into a smirk, as if he could start all over again.

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kaciidubs · 11 months

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Get Nasty | Bang Chan x Reader

❣ Summary: No thoughts, or plot, just that song Nasty [extended version] by Russ, and sleep deprived, very horny ideas ❣ ❣ Word Count: 974 ❣ ❣ Warnings: porn without plot, slight dacryphilia, slight Dom!Chris, creampie, mention of edging, begging, fluff at the end if you squint ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as good girl, baby, angel, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, Chan is referred to as Chris ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣

“God, fuck-”

Chris gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you spread open as his hips drove his cock into you again and again.

“Look at you,” he grunted, tongue running across his plump bottom lip, “doing such a good job- taking me so well, baby.”

You moaned at his praise, fingers gripping the pillow your head was currently laid on for dear life; ‘Keep them there.’ he’d instructed, and so you did.

“Good girl, so good for me.” His thrusts slowed to allow a slow, deep rock of his pelvis against yours, looking down at you with a lazy smirk, “Maybe this time I should let you come, hm? Would my baby like that?”

“Please,” You gasped out, fighting against the roll of your eyes when his dick pressed against your g-spot, “please, Channie, let me come.”

You were sweaty, sore, and strung out from how long he kept you on edge and spread just for him - you were so sensitive at this point that a gentle breeze against your clit could send you over the edge and straight into overstimulation.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in feigned sympathy, “I know you can do better than that, angel, come on.”

Pleasure-fueled tears stung the backs of your eyes as you stared up at him; warm skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, veins pressing against his forearms like a textured map as his biceps flexed, pouty bratz-doll lips parted and plump, black hair now curled and clinging to his forehead - he was beautifully wrecked.

“Chris, p-please,” your voice trembled, his slow, methodical thrusts keeping your nerves on the cusp of that sweet, sweet release, “can I please come? I-I’ve been a good girl-” You felt a tear escape the corner of your eye, effectively marking the peak of your pent up energy, “I wanna- wanna come for you like a good girl, your good girl, please, baby.”

Squeezing your thighs, a pleased hum vibrated in the back of his throat, “My good girl, yeah?”

“Y-Yours,” You echoed back, whimpering when he pulled out to leave only his tip within your fluttering walls, “only yours, Chris.”

“Then you’ll take it like my good girl, okay?”

Your lips parted for a response but the only sound to leave was a loud moan as he snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself in one fell swoop with the slap of skin against skin sounding after.

If his first pace was fast, this new one was borderline animalistic in the way he pressed your legs up to pin your knees to your chest, grounding himself on his knees and fucking into you like a man possessed.

“F-Fuck! I- Oh- Oh my god-” Your body felt like it was on fire, one side of your brain willing you to wrench yourself away from his brutal thrusts while the other begged you to just lie down and take it like he said - like you wanted.

He pulled your legs down to wrap around his waist instead, welcoming the squeeze as he slid his hands up the plush of your hips and stomach, “My pretty baby - so gorgeous-” Leaning down, he littered open mouthed kisses on your breasts, “-beautiful, you drive me crazy.”

Your back arched, head swimming as tears trailed down the sides of your face, “Chris, please- Can I touch you? Please, please, please-” Your cries were silenced by his lips catching your own, moving in an unpracticed synchronicity as he slid his right hand up to where yours was clutching the pillow case - gently prying your hand away to thread his fingers between yours.

His left hand, however, made a journey for itself between your bodies to where you were connected, the pads of his fingers finding purchase on your neglected clit with small, quick circles.

You choked on a gasp from the new stimulation, your orgasm now barreling toward you like a runaway train, but the only sounds of warning you could make were breathless chants of his name through broken sobs.

“I know, baby,” Chris cooed, timing the circle of his fingers with each powerful rock of his hips, “come for me, I’ve got you - come for me.”

Whether it was the gentle, reassuring tone of his voice, or the consistent, mind melting drag of his cock and fingers, you felt your body tense before the coil snapped - your head falling back against the pillow with a choked moan of his name.

“Fuck,” he squeezed your hand tighter, the rhythmic clenching of your walls coaxing his climax further, “feel so good- s-so good, I-” The hand that was previously working you through your orgasm slid to hold onto your hip, keeping you in place as his pace faltered, “I’m gonna- baby, f-fuck-”

His head dropped to the crook of your neck, attempting to stifle his whimpers against your skin as his hips stuttered against your own - one, two, three thrusts rocking your body against his until he came with a muffled whine.

You used your free hand to card your fingers through his hair, soothing him with gentle scratches against his scalp and earning a low hum in response.

“You sound more fucked out than I am,” You giggled breathlessly, minding the way your pussy fluttered around his softening cock.

Chris sucked in a breath, hips twitching at the slight overstimulation, “Edging you is the same as edging myself, baby - and don’t get me started on how good you look crying for my dick.”

There was a slight pause in your movements until you continued on, tugging gently at the strands, “Maybe… next time you can show me?”

Squeezing your hand that was still entwined with his, he pressed a slow kiss against the underside of your jaw, lips curling into a smirk. “Don’t tempt me into turning that ‘next time’ into the next fifteen minutes.”

❣ I'll say this; I've had this as a draft ever since the song came out, and I only ever remembered it when I was too sleep deprived to finish it, but here I am and here it is. I was so tempted to just leave it on a cliff hanger because I didn't know how I wanted to end it, but somehow I squeaked out a half assed "to be continued" because multiple rounds? Don't mind if I do ❣

❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣

#skz fanfic #bang chan x reader #bangchan x reader #kacii's masterlist #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan x you #bang chan x female reader #skz smut

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imma-hallyucination · 3 months

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take it

female reader x non-idol!seulgi (feat. lackey!bang chan x reader)

2558

18+. MDNI.

Additional Warning From The Author. This is very explicitly noncon. A lot of potentially triggering words, phrases and emotions are graphically depicted. If the warnings are triggering to you, please do not read this fic. I do not condone or approve of the actions depicted in this fic in any way, shape or form.

dead dove: do not eat—rape/noncon; pwp; gangbang; drugging; smut—dom!seulgi and bang chan; rough sex (face and pussy slapping, choking, scratching, hair-pulling); humiliation, objectification (toy, doll, etc.), degradation (whore, r@peslut, etc.), acting “like a child” used as an insult; vaginal fingering; oral (f. receiving); face-sitting, scissoring, missionary; semi-public sex, drugged sex, unprotected P-in-V sex; watersports (piss kink), mommy/daddy kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage (reader is tied and gagged for most of the encounter); snuff porn (reader is being filmed, it’s implied the video is posted online)

“baby, fuck your life / and I know you want it, baby / you know I want you / don’t underestimate the things that I could do„

Completed 14.02.2024 (dd/mm/yyyy)

Masterlist. Navigation. AO3.

You blink your eyes open, fighting to gather yourself in spite of your foggy vision and the setting sun shining into your face. Your jaw hurts from having a sweat towel stuffed in your mouth for god knows how long, and you groan around it at the heavy pounding in the back of your skull.

You wriggle where you lay, attempting to sit up or roll over—anything—but your hands are tied behind your back with what you think is rope, the skin around your wrists itchy and raw. It makes you whine, arching off the ground before realizing with a slow start that your back is bare.

You crane your neck and let out a confused noise when you realize you’re naked, something nature emphasizes by blowing the wind against your bare pussy. You shiver, and your nipples perk from the cold.

Your eyes struggle to focus and your head hurts—your skin tingles all over and the grass against your bare ass makes your skin itch. How did you... Did you come here alone? You can’t remember. You can’t—

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

The hair on your arms raise as you roll your eyes almost to the back of your head, locking eyes with a pretty woman around your age. Your brain is fuzzy and you can’t put a name to her, but you know you know her and she makes your body spasm with the need to run.

“Look at you,” she tsks from where she sits crouched above you, brown hair rolling over her shoulders in waves. Your eyes catch on the studded band on her upper arm, and it leads your eyes over the loose black boob-tube covering her chest. Your eyes glide over the exposed skin of her sides and stomach all the way down to the frilly black skirt hiked over her knees, gawking at the sight of her black lace panties. “So weak,” she tuts. “So vulnerable.”

She stands up and walks next to you. You turn your head, swallowing nervously at the sight of her Doc Martins. She turns to look over her shoulder at a man in all black (has he always been there?), his dark blue jeans ripped at the knees and tucked neatly into a black pair of combat boots, fluffy black hoodie enveloping his broad frame. A black mask covers his face, and he has a handheld camera pointed right at you. “You getting this?” the lady asks him.

His voice is deep and accented when he replies, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” the woman says. And suddenly you remember her name is Seulgi. Your head pounds like a jackhammer is being held to your skull as flashes of a bar enter your mind, closely followed by more flashes of a pretty girl. Lots of shots. Getting sick in the the bathroom. Seulgi taking you to her place. Blurry, out of order flashes of having your clothes forcefully removed by a man you don’t know, and of pills being put into your mouth and forced down with water.

Dread settles in as you recall these memories—what are you doing here? What does Seulgi want to do with you? She steps forward and your head spins with panic. You feel fuzzy and light, and even though you want to move away, your limbs are heavy and tied and you’re itching all over.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” Seulgi taunts, crouching next to you. “Aren’t you ashamed to have gotten yourself into this situation?” She runs her fingers down your side, over your hips. You shiver, squeezing your legs and whimpering into the towel.

Seulgi chuckles darkly, her eyes sparkling as she looks you over. The man with the camera walks around you, trying to keep your face in frame as Seulgi reaches up to palm your tits, her slender fingers wrapping around the flesh and squeezing. You whine in the back of your throat, trying to push yourself away; confusingly, your back arches off the grass and into her hand.

“A rapeslut, aren’t you, darling? Arching into mommy’s hand like that.” She smiles sadistically, pinching your nipple painfully hard. “Need mommy to touch you?” Her hand travels from your chest to the inside of your thigh, teasing so close to your entrance your thighs spasm with the desire to get…away?

The tears come without warning. They pool in your eyes, blurring your vision as they fall down your cheek, dripping down to your ear. You can’t beg, so you cry and vehemently shake your head, whimpering into the cloth stuffed in your mouth like a little girl crying into a stuffed animal.

“Stop crying,” she orders coldly, and the hard smack she delivers to your cheek is shocking enough to momentarily quiet your cries. “Haven’t even started yet and you’re sobbing like a fucking child.”

Despite the clear warning in your voice, the sting in your cheek and the fear that twists at your stomach when you feel one of her fingers slide through your folds makes you cry harder, wriggling to get away from her and failing miserably—your limbs are heavy and your head still hurts. The cameraman is standing over Seulgi’s shoulder at an angle that looks down on you as she moves to stand in between your legs. “You wanna cry?” she asks mockingly, a sadistic, borderline psychopathic smile pulling her face into a horrifically beautiful warning sign. “I’ll give you something to cry about.”

You whip back and forth to the best of your abilities, sounds of distress muted by the cloth muffling your mantra: NO NO NO NO.

“Come around here,” Seulgi orders the cameraman. He walks around and sits next to her, holding the camera in a way that captures the full extent of your nakedness while still keeping Seulgi in frame. She forces your legs apart with her knees, and the cameraman takes a second to move the camera closer to capture how you involuntarily clench at the way the wind blows against you.

You’re still crying, and scream into the cloth when Seulgi drags her finger through your folds, the squelching sound making shame and disgust curl around your throat. She does it once more, this time hard-pressing the pad of her thumb against your clit—it makes your back arch. She laughs. As much as you hate it, you crane your head to see what she’s doing, your head pounding so hard you feel dizzy, your vision blurred by tears that never dry up.

She’s spreading your pussy open for the cameraman, who’s got the camera close to her hand, and you involuntarily throw your head back when she inserts a finger. You try to close your legs, but she shoves them open again with a hard smack to the inside of your thigh. You sob into the cloth even as you shiver when she adds another finger and curls it inside of you, the squelch it emits making you sick to your stomach.

“Fucking pathetic,” Seulgi scoffs, eyes honed in on where her fingers disappear inside you. “Fucking whore. You enjoy getting fucked in the open like this? Enjoy getting raped? Recorded? Fucking rapeslut,” she growls, pressing down hard against your clit. You squirm against the floor and pant hard, flinching hard when her hand comes down hard and fast against your pussy, tears streaming down your cheeks in a never-ending river of frustration at not being able to do anything to save yourself.

“Look at her, Chan,” Seugli sighs, spreading your pussylips for the cameraman—Chan—to zoom in with the camera. “God, people are going to go crazy over this…”

You shake violently, clenching and unclenching without meaning to. Your eyes are pounding, if that’s even possible, the drugs they gave you making you lightheaded even though you’re laying down.

When Seulgi leans away from you, you allow yourself a relieved sob, thinking that maybe, maybe, this was all they wanted—they’d blackmail you into silence, but they’d spare you anything else.

Of course, god isn’t kind enough to grant you that mercy.

Seulgi hoists her skirt up over her hips, spreading her legs so Chan can record the dark spot on her panties as she rubs herself over the material, biting her lip in a way that makes your thighs glisten with arousal. You cry into the cloth, shame stabbing you in the stomach: your body betrays you even now.

Seulgi pulls her panties down, circling her clit a couple of times before scooting closer to you, and you only realize what she’s about to do once she’s straddling you.

You shake your head, whimpering and sobbing and shaking and begging, begging her to please stop, please let me go, even though you doubt she can understand you with your mouth full.

She slaps you again. “Shut up, whore. Take it like a good girl. Don’t disappoint your mommy.”

You cry still, even though it gets drowned out by the unholy, treacherous moan that leaves your lips the second she starts rubbing against you, rolling her hips in a way that makes your eyes roll back.

Your entire body is tense, and you can’t stop crying, but you feel a distantly familiar coil in your stomach as your clits rub together. Seulgi’s hands are painfully tight around your breasts, and then scratch down your breastbone to just above your bellybutton hard enough to make the skin angry and red and burning. Burning as you cum, burning as your cum mingles with hers, as she slowly grinds against you, riding it out.

Your eyes flutter open; tired, red and irritated, only to land on Chan—camera focused on your and Seulgi’s intertwined bodies, one hand palming his crotch.

“Sit on her face,” he breathes, like it takes actual effort to speak.

Seulgi glares at him. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’m sorry, madam,” Chan apologizes immediately, though he doesn’t stop playing with himself. “But I think it’d be good. For the video.”

Seulgi rolls her eyes at him even as she stands up, pulling her skirt off and standing over you. “Fucking perv.”

She leans down, and removes the cloth from your lips.

“Please,” you beg hoarsely, crying with your whole chest. Your wrists are raw, and your head hurts—you can barely focus on anything else. Your muscles are so tense they’re starting to cramp. “Please, I just want this to end, please, I—“

Seulgi squeezes your cheeks until your lips turn into a pout, uncaring of the tears staining her palms. “Shut up,” she hisses. “No one likes a talking doll. They’re annoying. You’re a fucking toy. Toys don’t speak.”

You sob again, trying and failing to shake your head. “It won’t end until you make mommy cum again. I don’t care if you get tired, hell, you can suffocate for all I care,” she squeezes your cheeks so hard the skin around her knuckles turns white, “you will make me cum.”

And just like that, she’s letting go of your cheeks to lower herself over your mouth. You try and turn away, but she’s on you, and you can taste her on your tongue.

She grinds down on you, rubbing her cum all over your face. You try and keep your mouth closed, but she grabs your hair and roughly pulls at it, hard enough that you yelp in pain.

“You better start,” she warns, grinding more vigorously against you.

Afraid of what might happen if you don’t comply, you gingerly press your tongue against her, hating yourself when your stomach clenches at the lewd moan that leaves her lips in response.

As you drag and suck and kiss over her pussy, you’re painfully aware of Chan’s camera situated by your shoulder, and you can’t stop yourself from crying at the realization that your face is going to be all over the internet.

You push your tongue in and out of her awkwardly, your jaw hurting as she continues grinding hard against your face, tugging harshly at your hair either because it’s not enough or for her own amusement—you can’t tell—but the cry you let out in response is what tips her over the edge.

She cums, and it’s everywhere. Your cheeks, your nose, dribbling down your chin onto your neck, in your mouth.

You pant as she stands up on shaky legs, your chest heaving, tears mingling with Seulgi’s essence, and then, before you can realize what’s happening, she’s pissing. All over your face, squatting above you as golden liquid mingles with all the other fluids already sticking to your skin. Seulgi groans as she releases, her stomach muscles contracting and relaxing, holding still above you even as her thighs shake; waits until the stream tapers off to stand to her full height.

You gag as the acidic taste mingles with the saltiness of your tears and the sweetness of her cum, as the stench seeps into your skin.

You don’t even have the energy to cry anymore—your throat is scratchy, and the pounding behind your eyes is enough to make your vision blur and dot around the edges. You’re nothing more than a toy—something to be marked; pissed on, fucked, used—a sexdoll meant to take it like a good girl.

“Let me have her, mistress?” Chan asks, and you notice now that he has his dick in his hand—big and veiny and leaking with precum. “Please?” he adds for good measure.

Seulgi, you notice, is sweating, and she gives a dismissive wave over her shoulder, holding a hand out for the camera. Chan gives it to her immediately, not even bothering to push his pants further down than his knees before he’s laying on top of you.

“Please,” you beg, and then choke and cough when he shoves two long fingers down your throat, pressing against the back of your tongue so you gag around them.

“Always liked you better quiet,” he groans against your jaw, rolling his hips against yours.

The tip of his dick snags on your entrance, and it makes your entire body jolt.

“Dirty girl, getting fucked in the open like this,” he says, rubbing against you—maybe that’s all he wants to do, you hope. “So fucking naughty. Fucking slut,” he growls, making you gag around his fingers again before leaning back to align himself to your entrance.

You scream when he shoves himself all the way in, biting down on his fingers. He yells angrily and pulls his fingers out of your mouth to slap you across the face. Your vision swims and you groan, your back scratching against twigs and stones when he pounds into you.

“Fucking bitch,” he growls, wrapping his hand around your throat, applying enough pressure to make your head spin. “Biting daddy’s fingers like that, like an ungrateful whore. Gonna show you.”

You hear squelching beside you and realize dumbly that Seulgi is rubbing herself in time with Chan’s thrusts, your body bouncing with each painful thrust he delivers.

As he nears his release, his grip on your neck gets tighter, and when he cums inside of you, you let the dark embrace of unconsciousness spare you any of what happens next, a single tear dripping down your cheek and into the dewy grass next to your shoulder.

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Everything in it's Place

Han Jisung x Female reader

Word count: 4.9K (hahahah!😅)

Synopsis: Sometimes you just couldn't help but be a brat, and sometimes Jisung had to put you in your place.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! A wise person @cessixja asked why we don't see more dom Jisung so I answered the call to duty! If you like this absolute debauchery please reblog, like, comment, hit up my asks, maybe there'll be a part 2? Who knows! 🤷🏻 As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/ strong language, LOTS of dirty talking and name calling, Jisung hard dom/MC sub(brat), masturbation(m&f), oral(m&f receiving), punishment, scissors(Jisung cuts MCs dress off), mentions of the color system(yellow/red not used), bondage, blindfolding, spanking(flogger/hand), hair pulling(hard), deep throating/throat fucking, breath play/gagging/choking, spit play(Jisung spits in MCs mouth), cum shot, cum play, cum eating, unprotected piv sex(please use condoms), cream pie, anal(butt plug), sex toys(bullet, vibrator), clit/pussy slapping, squirting, degradation/name calling(slut, whore, hole, cum dump, cock slut, Jisung mentions letting Chan/Minho use MC), mentions of gang bang, mentions of double penetration, praise/pet names(good girl, good slut/whore, beautiful, angel, etc, MC calls Jisung daddy but not like in a ddlg way), breeding kink. I thiiiiink that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it asap!

There was a certain dynamic between you and your boyfriend Jisung in the bedroom. The way it worked was Jisung was in charge and you were to listen. Well that was the way it was supposed to work. Every now and then what would happen was, you’d be a brat and egg him on until he was forced to remind you yet again, just who was in charge. In actual reality Jisung respected the shit out of you and was a caring, attentive boyfriend. So, when the line crossed into the bedroom you gave him the reigns... for the most part but sometimes you just couldn’t help yourself and today was one of those days.

You and Jisung were going to have a date night. You got into your sexiest black cocktail dress and went to the studio to pick him up for your dinner reservations. When you got there you lightly tapped at the door and walked in. Jisung’s eyes lit up when he saw you standing there a whole glass of gorgeous in that sexy fucking dress. He held up a finger signaling to give him just a moment. You nodded smiling and quietly sat on the couch while you waited for him and Chan to finish recording the part of the song they were working on. As soon as they cut, both of the men stood to properly greet you.

“Hey beautiful!” Jisung gripped your waist with both hands and pulled you in for a kiss and then sat back down. Chan gave you a hug and you made a point to push your breasts that were on full display in the dress you were wearing firmly against him, when he pulled away you gripped his arms tightly.

“Wow Channie, your arms are getting so big!” Jisung immediately started side eyeing you. You ignored him and touched Chan’s chest squeezing his pec a little, making his ears turn red.

“Your chest too Channie you’re massive!” He chuckled shyly while your boyfriend had both eyes narrowed on you. You ceased your groping of Chan.

“Uh thanks y/n I’ve been eating more meat so...” You smirked at Jisung before looking at Chan again.

“Well whatever meat you’re eating...” You cocked your eyebrow licking your lips.

“Keep it up... big boy.” You winked and Chan quickly sat down, turning to the computer trying to not blush profusely. It was just too easy to embarrass Chan and rile up Jisung.

“Baby, why don’t you wait in the hall and I’ll be right out.” He said it like it was a choice, you knew it wasn’t. You nodded your head sweetly.

“Okay Sungie!” You bent at the waist, leaning over and wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s broad shoulders to peck his soft cheek. It also left your thick round ass bent over eye level for Chan who, despite his best efforts, couldn’t help but sneak a look or two. You sat back up very pleased with yourself and rolled your hips, swaying your ass as you walked out to wait for your man.

“Bye Channie.” You blew him a kiss and wiggled your fingers at him.

“Uh, bye y/n... nice... seeing you.” You smiled and shut the door behind you. Jisung sat there and looked at Chan for a minute. Chan shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

“What!? What did I do?” Jisung just laughed shaking his head.

“I’m heading out hyung. Don’t work all night.” Chan laughed and nodded.

“You either...” Jisung laughed.

“Oh I have my work cut out for me tonight I think.” Chan shook his head.

“Yea I think so too brother. Good luck! Have a good night.” Jisung clapped his friend on the back and then headed out to have dinner with his beautiful girlfriend who, obviously wanted a little attention. Well you had Jisung’s now but Jisung couldn’t let you know that of course. You smirked at him expecting him to admonish you for your behavior just then in the studio but he had his big toothy smile plastered on his face.

“Heya gorgeous, let’s eat!” He placed his hand on the small of your back and led you out. Jisung was all smiles on the car ride to the restaurant too, his hand gently resting on your thigh as he drove. You with your cute bratty little pout for not getting the reaction you’d hoped for. When Jisung parked he got out and quickly ran around to open your door for you. Your silky leg emerged from the car and he took your hand, helping you out. You smiled at him finally. Teasing or not, your man treated you well and you were thankful for that.

“Thank you Sungie.” You kissed the beauty mark on his cheek, your favorite place to peck him. He winked at you.

“Anything for my angel.” He palmed your ass and you giggled and went inside. You were seated at the usual booth you reserved when eating at that restaurant. It was a half-moon shape and allowed you to sit next to each other instead of across. Jisung liked sitting by you. Everything was lovely as usual. You ordered your drinks and an appetizer, your meal was absolutely delicious, both of you picking off the other’s plate as well. You’d both opted for one more drink instead of dessert tonight. Jisung had his own ideas about dessert for later. The hand that had rested on your thigh since dinner was done slowly slid up higher. Jisung wanted to tease you a little to get you back for that move with Chan, wanted to trace your slit over your panties and make you squeeze those sexy thighs together but when Jisung ran his finger up your slit, there were no panties to tease you over. You let out a breathy laugh and Jisung stiffened up, moving his hand back down your thigh. He leaned over his lips right against your ear.

“No panties? In this short slutty little dress? Really?” You licked your lips smiling and nodded.

“So when you bent over for Chan earlier were you just trying to show him what I get to fill?” His hand left your leg and rubbed the back of your neck before gently grabbing a handful of hair at your nape. You shrugged and cocked your eyebrow.

“Get your ass out to the car now. I’ll pay for dinner and then when I get you home, you’re gonna fucking pay beautiful.” He pulled your hair a little tighter, you moaned softly, and he let go.

“Now go.” You slid out of the booth and made your way out of the restaurant and to the car like Jisung had told you to. You were so wet already and still had the drive home. There was still time to press Jisung’s buttons too and you were going to every chance you got tonight. Jisung got in the car silently, started it and headed towards your shared house. No sooner than he’d pulled out of the parking lot you lifted your skirt, spread your pussy lips, and started playing with your slick cunt, teasing your clit. Jisung glanced over and his eyes narrowed on you again.

“Oh I know you aren’t playing with my pussy when you know your ass is getting punished tonight.” You gathered your arousal and rubbed faster panting.

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t cum.” He warned you again but did nothing to actually stop you. You stuck your fingers from your other hand inside your hole and started pumping them teasing your clit harder. Jisung licked his lips, fuck he wanted to taste you so bad, you knew he did too. You pushed yourself into your orgasm, shaking in the passenger seat as you worked yourself through your peak. You rubbed your juices around with your fingers and went to put them in your mouth. Jisung gripped your wrist tightly stopping you. He pulled your hand over and sucked on your fingers cleaning your cum from them himself. He took your fingers from his mouth then shoved your hand back down in your lap and pulled your skirt down. He looked ready to spit fire.

“You’re so fucked tonight baby.” The rest of the car ride was dead silent and the tension was building. As soon as Jisung put the car in park he reached over and grabbed your hair, pulling you nose to nose with him. He licked at your lips and pulled a little harder.

“Get the fuck in that house now. Act like a dirty cock hungry slut I’m gonna treat you like one.” He let go of your hair, you got out of the car and walked towards the front door like he told you to. He unlocked and opened the door, letting you walk in first. As soon as the door was shut and locked Jisung pushed you against it hard and wrapped his fingers around your throat.

“You’ve pushed my button’s all night baby. Flirting with Chan, no panties, playing with my pussy and coming?” He tsked you. You smiled ear to ear pleased with yourself. You wanted to rile him up and your task was achieved. He squeezed tighter and you could feel your arousal start to coat the insides of your thighs.

“Oh you think it’s funny?” You cocked and eyebrow and shook your head yes. He grabbed a hand full of your hair with his free hand and pulled your head back.

“We’ll see how funny you think it is here in just a minute. Bedroom... NOW.” He let go and pointed towards your room. You walked at a leisurely pace, wiggling your ass with each step. Jisung just shook his head and followed behind. Once you both were in the bedroom the real fun could begin.

“What should I-” Jisung’s hand was around your throat again.

“You should shut your mouth unless I’m stuffing my cock into it understand?” You nodded.

“Say it.” He let up off your throat enough for your to speak.

“I understand.”

“Good now what’s our one unbreakable rule?”

“Red means stop.” He cupped your face and kissed you sweetly.

“That’s my girl.” The switch flipped back on.

“Get on the bed, face down ass up.” He squeezed your neck and then pushed you back towards the bed letting go so that you could do as he’d told you. You crawled on the bed on your hands and knees. He walked over and kneeled by you.

“I said face down!” He grabbed your wrists from between your legs and pulled them back making you fall into the mattress face down. He ran his hands over the swell of your plump ass over your dress. He left the bed for a moment to grab something. When he came back he was behind you again, he gripped your dress and suddenly you felt the cool blunt side of a pair of scissors as they cut up the back of your dress. Once he had it cut up the back entirely, he roughly yanked the fabric from your body then started cutting it into strips. After he cut your dress into four strips, he went to work tying you up. He grabbed one of the hands he’d pulled between your legs and tied it to your ankle, then he pulled on the other and tied it to the other ankle. Now there was no getting out of the position he’d demanded you take. He grabbed another strip and tied it around your eyes.

“Ji I can’t see eith-” You whined and he interrupted you.

“Is my cock in your mouth? I don’t think it is because you’d be choking if it was. Now close your mouth. This is a punishment. No touching no seeing and...” He walked over to your dresser and pulled out a pair of your panties. He shoved them in your mouth and then took the fourth strip of fabric tying it around your mouth stuffed with our own panties. Jisung got up off the bed and admired his work. You were naked, tied and gagged. Your cunt was glistening with your juices, he was dying to taste you again but he had to punish you. He took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt, you could hear all of this happening, hyper aware of sounds with your other senses taken away. You wished you could see him, fuck Jisung had a beautiful body, tan and broad defined.

“I’m going to grab a few things; don’t you go anywhere.” He laughed as he made his way over to a very specific drawer you kept. He was pulling out his arsenal for punishment and you had no idea what that meant. He grabbed a few things it sounded like and then was back over on the bed behind you. Jisung spread you apart and spit on your asshole, suddenly you felt something cool circling your hole and you clenched with excitement.

“Open up baby, your ass is getting stretched.” He spit on your asshole again and then started to push in the tip of the butt plug you were all too familiar with. It was a pretty pink glass one that he got you for your last anniversary. You moaned around the panties in your mouth as you felt it slide in and fill you. Once the cute little glass rose was the only thing sticking out of your ass Jisung grabbed his next tool. He was going to spit on your pussy but you were so creamy he didn’t bother. He pushed the bullet he had grabbed inside you, then he was off again, grabbing yet another tool he’d pulled from the special drawer. Jisung drug what he grabbed across your ass cheeks and you clenched around the butt plug. You felt the little leather straps of the flogger trace your skin causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.

“You know your ass is in trouble now don’t you?” He gently slapped you with it.

“You think you can just act like a whore?” Smack, a little harder, you clenched again and moaned.

“Try and show Chan my holesl?” Smack, a little harder, your juices were dripping down your legs.

“You would've let him fuck you right there wouldn’t you?” You shook your head no but he smacked you again anyway, light pink marks started to appear after that one.

“Don’t lie to me dirty slut! I saw you flirting with him!” He smacked you again. You wanted to moan out but your mouth was stuffed with panties keeping you quiet, just like Jisung told you to be.

“I’ll keep your holes so busy you won’t think of anyone’s cock but mine.” Jisung grabbed the remote to the bullet he put inside you and turned it on low. Your muffled sounds and the buzzing inside you were all that could be heard. Jisung slapped you with the flogger again, not as hard but this time the soft leather straps landed across your cunt. You tried to press your legs together but couldn’t. He slapped your pussy with the flogger again then teased you with the tips of the straps your pussy juices were dripping down your belly.

“Are you gonna cum? Did I fucking say you could cum!?” Slap across your ass again, hard. You tried to answer but couldn’t.

“Quiet! I don’t need an answer, I didn’t say you can cum so you can’t.” Smack smack smack then leather straps slowly drug across your ass that was burning now. Jisung tossed the flogger and took off his pants and boxers, stroking his thick cock.

“I’m gonna take this gag off your mouth for one reason and one reason only and that’s to replace it with another. You better get ready to choke down some dick. I'm fucking that throat hard tonight. “ Jisung crawled by your head and gathered your hair into a ponytail pulling on it hard, lifting your head from the mattress, holding it up and untying the gag. As soon as it was loose you spit your panties out and took a deep breath the bullet vibrator and butt plug still driving you mad. Jisung tilted your face up towards him.

“Open your fucking mouth.” You did as you were told and Jisung spit into it. He stuck three fingers in, rubbing it around, pressing on your tongue, then gagging you with his fingers, making your mouth water more. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed your spit all over your face, then shoved his cock into your mouth, two hands gripping your hair tightly as he held you up and fucked your throat hard. The gagging and squelching made Jisung throb. He pulled you off patting your cheek.

“Open wide whore.” He shoved his cock back into the back of your throat thrusting. Slapping your cheek again then he reached over and started slapping your pussy and you screamed around his cock. He pulled out, drool and precum dripped from your lips and chin. He leaned down close to your already fucked out face as you gasped for air.

“I’m gonna fuck your face hard now baby and then I’m gonna cum down your throat and you better swallow every drop I give you. Got it?” Your open mouth was his answer.

“Stick out your fucking tongue.” He slapped his cock on your tongue and face then rubbed his tip against it hard.

“That’s right open up, that’s my good little cock hungry slut.” Jisung had fist fulls of hair again, he pulled hard tilting your head back and spit in your mouth again then fucked your throat hard, he could see the tip bulging in your neck. He held you up by your hair tightly with one hand and pinched your nose with the other as he continued his relentless thrusts to your face. You gagged hard around his tip and a strangled moan was your only warning before Jisung started coming down your throat warm and thick. With your nose plugged you had only one choice which was swallow. He let go of your nose and pulled you off his cock panting, face covered in spit and cum. He let go of your hair and your face fell back into the mattress your ass perched up still. Jisung looked at your glistening cunt and tsked you again.

“And you were doing so well... coming without permission. He slapped your pussy and you jumped still sensitive from your orgasm you had hoped he would miss seeing.

“Well now you’re gonna cum until I say stop.” Jisung pulled out the bullet and grabbed something else. You only realized it was a wand vibrator once he pushed it against your clit and turned it on. You moaned out and you were thankful you weren’t gagged anymore. He pushed two fingers into your hole and started pumping them fast and hard while he turned up the vibrator.

“Cum.” Your legs started shaking as another orgasm washed over your whole body. He pushed the vibrator against your clit harder and turned it up more. The squelching of his fingers pumping in and out of you got louder and louder. You still tried to squeeze your legs closed even though you knew it was pointless. Jisung spit on your cunt and started slapping it, turning the vibrator up more and then pushing three fingers inside you. You screamed and got a warning.

“Keep it down or I’ll cum on your panties and shove them back in, do you fucking hear me?!” You nodded as you came again quieter with your face buried in the mattress. Jisung kept going taking you to another peak and pushing further and further until you were a drooling babbling mess begging him.

“Awww baby... check in huh? What’s your color.” You took a deep breath.

“Fucking green don’t you dare fucking stop.” You panted out. He gave you that mischievous smile of his.

“Such a good little whore for me, begging for me to stop, I’ll stop baby, I’ll stop... I’ll stop when you squirt all over these sheets.” His fingers pumped inside you deep and hard hitting your g spot over and over, harder and harder, your asshole clenched around the butt plug still nestled inside you and Jisung turned the vibrator all the way up. Your juices sprayed from you as you screamed into the mattress to keep the volume down. Jisung dropped the vibrator and started slapping your clit as you squirt and dripped cum down your legs. He rubbed his fingers back and forth as you sprayed a mess of your cum all over yourself and the bed. You could hear Jisung sucking on his fingers, savoring your taste he leaned over and licked and sucked at your cunt collecting your cum on his tongue as you twitched and shook from overstimulation. Jisung crawled up by your head, his cock long, thick and hard again. He pulled your blindfold off and after a second you could see clearly. You saw Jisung kneeling stroking his big dick.

“You’re gonna lay there and watch me stroke my cock until I paint that pretty fucked out face. You haven’t earned my cum in any other holes yet. So you’re gonna wear it and eat it.” Jisung spit on his cock and started jerking off with both hands, tugging roughly on his balls, twisting his wrist as he squeezed his tip. The squelching and fapping in front of your face got faster and louder, he spit on his cock again moaning as he felt his orgasm approaching. He aimed his cock at your face.

“Open that fucking mouth up, open it slut!” You opened your mouth and Jisung leaned in, twitched and started coming on your face and in your mouth.

“Ohhhh fuck yeaaa wear it baby, lick it up, ohhhh fuck yes so hungry for my cum aren’t you?” You licked your lips and any cum that dripped down your face nodding. Jisung shoved his cock in your mouth.

“Suck it out, get it all.” He pulled his dick out of your mouth and slapped it against your cum cover face. He smeared his load all over your face with his hand, then shoved his fingers in your mouth gagging you.

“Fucking suck them!” You sucked and cleaned his cum from his fingers and he gently slapped your cum covered cheek.

“Such a dirty fucking whore. Let’s clean you up a little.” Jisung wiped up your face and tossed the cum rag crawling behind you again.

“You’re gonna take this cock now, as hard as I want to give it to you, and you’re gonna thank me while I wreck your cunt. Got it.” You nodded any fight that was in you completely fucked out already. Jisung pushed the tip of his cock inside you then shoved his whole fat cock in to his balls making you scream.

“I asked you a fucking question! DO YOU GOT IT YOU FUCKING SLUT!?” He rammed into you harder.

“YES! FUCK YES!” Deeper, harder.

“YES WHAT?!” He spanked your ass hard.

“YES PLEASE DADDY! THANK YOU!!!” He held you down and started railing you.

“You’re my fucking cum dump understand?!” He started fucking you harder just absolutely ravenous.

“Your’s Daddy I’m your hole to cum in fuck fuck fuck!”

“You want Chan to fuck your mouth don’t you? Huh? Fucking slut. Maybe I’ll leave you tied up, call Chan let him fuck you open too hmm? I know we talked about Minho joining before, maybe call him too huh?Let him take a hole too? Sounds like a good idea to me. You were so eager to show Chan my fucking holes, dirty fucking slut.” He rammed his dick into you harder and harder your juicy pussy dripping and squishing.

“Fucking whore, look how wet you are thinking about me and my friends taking all your holes.” He pumped the butt plug in your ass and continued his breakneck pace pounding into your abused hole.

“You wish that was Minho’s dick in your ass don’t you?” He shoved the butt plug deeper and you moaned out.

“Want Minho to fuck your asshole open while I tear up this cunt?! DON’T YOU!?” You couldn’t speak he was fucking you so hard, so good, all you could do was gasp for air and nod. He grabbed you by the hair with both hands again pulling hard, holding you up as he fucked your tight cunt fast and hard, his balls slapping wet against your pussy lips.

“Want us to gang bang you huh? My cock hungry little slut aren’t you?! FUCKING SAY IT!” He pulled your hair yanking your head back further.

“I-I-I'm a-a-a cock h-hungry s-s-slut! W-want you a-a-all to f-f-fuck my-my holes!!!” Jisung started spanking your ass hard over and over as he fucked you.

“I knew it you fucking whore! These are my holes, you fucking hear me?! If they get filled it’s because I let them understand!? SPEAK!” You nodded and screamed.

“YESYESYESYES your holes fuck! They’re yours Daddy YOURS!!!” He slammed into you hard one more time and pulled out. He reached over to the table and grabbed the scissors cutting the straps that had you tied together. Your body fell flat against the bed face down as you tried to catch your breath. Jisung rolled you over and settled between your thighs.

“Checking in baby what’s your color?” You sighed as he ran his fingertips up and down your body.

“MMmmgreen Sungie.” He smiled and smoothed your hair away from your face and started rubbing your whole cunt with his hand.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up with my babies, that way everyone knows who you belong to. You gonna have my pretty babies gorgeous?” You nodded.

“God yes! Cum inside me Daddy, put your babies in me!” He smiled.

“There’s my angel.” He slid into you and started rolling his hips slow and deep. When he bottomed out you could feel him rub against your g spot and the butt plug and your body buzzed as the coil inside you wound up again. Jisung leaned over and wrapped both hands around your throat squeezing as he fucked you harder snapping his hips into yours.

“Such a good girl, my sweet sweet angel, you’re gonna cum for me one more time right? You’re gonna cum with me?” You nodded as he squeezed tighter your face turning red.

“GOD FUCK! SO SEXY! FUCK! TAKE THAT COCK! I’VE GOT A BIG LOAD FOR YOU PRETTY! GONNA FILL YOU UP!!” He slammed his fat cock into you harder and harder pushing the butt plug deeper with each thrust. You started coming hard, your mouth falling open in a scream silenced by Jisung’s hands choking you as he chased his own orgasm.

“Beg for me baby! Be a good girl and beg for my cum! Maybe I’ll give it to you if you beg me real nice!” He let up off your throat, gripped your hips and started jackhammering into you, the sound of wet skin slapping filled the room along with your begs and screams for Jisung’s cum.

“GIVE IT TO ME DADDY FILL ME UP GOOD! FUCK YOUR CUM IN ME DEEP WANT MAKE SURE IT TAKES DADDY WANNA HAVE YOUR BABIES FUCKFUCKFUCK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! GODFUCKSHITFUCK!” Jisung moaned out loud, pushed his hips flush against yours as he started twitching and coming inside you.

“Oh you feel me beautiful? OH FUCK!” He pushed in deeper as his cum filled your cunt. He kept thrusting making sure to get every drop inside you.

“Hold it in there angel.” He stroked his cock, his tip still pressed inside you as the last of his load filled you. He pulled out grabbed the back of your knees and pushed your legs back, lifting your ass up off the bed so his cum would slide deeper inside you instead of squeezing out of your swollen hole.

“Good girl, hold it in.” He massaged your ass cheeks and then gently pulled out your butt plug. After he set your legs down he fell on top of you, his body weight crushing you. You liked it when he crushed you after. You liked to feel Jisung so close after you had hard intense sex like that. He cooed in your ear as he laid on top of you, whispering sweet nothings about his endless love for you. How perfect you were, how lucky he was to have you, his hands rubbed up and down your body as you both came back from the earth shattering sex you just had. After cooling down Jisung rolled off of you and got up to get a bath ready for the two of you. Jisung turned and looked at you laying on the bed fucked out.

“You know...” You looked over at him when he spoke up suddenly.

“If you’re really down... I can talk to Chan and Minho. I’m sure they’d be game.” You leaned up on one elbow biting at your lip as you could feel your body flush thinking about what your boyfriend was proposing. You could feel his cum starting to ooze from you.

“Really?!” He walked over and kneeled on the bed kissing your lips.

“Absolutely, one rule though...” Jisung ran his fingers through your slit rubbing the cum that was leaking from you all over your tender cunt then shoving them inside your pussy, making you tremble.

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jinnie-ret · 8 months

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hii, its the anon who asked about lgbtq+ readers.

what i had in mind was a nonbinary 9th member who uses they/them pronouns and interviewers and talk how hosts etc keep misgendering them and using the wrong pronouns, saying how theyre the only female member. the boys are the one to keep adamantly correcting them, no matter how many times they have to do it. the reader would be annoyed at the interviewers but glad the boys had their back, maybe the boys reassuring them at the end.

obviously only write it if you feel comfortable, thank you for answering my original ask!! your writing is great and a big comfort, i honestly think youd be great at writing it but this is your blog and only write what you feel comfy writing <333

who I am

stray kids x ninth member non-binary!reader (platonic)

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: ignorant interviewer, misgendering

word count: 1.4k

summary: the boys support y/n for who they are, and show them that they truly have their back when a podcast goes wrong.

Thank you so much! Ok! I finally wrote it! I hope that this brings you great comfort like my other fics do too! And please give me feedback that this was written okay because I would never want to misrepresent anyone or their feelings in my writing.

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

MAIN MASTERLIST

"Welcome back to the podcast! Today we have a special guest, or guests, should I say, Stray Kids! Everyone give it up for Stray Kids!" the interviewer, Oscar, introduces us, the camera panning to us all sat in a cosy studio setting. We were currently in LA promoting our new album.

"Thank you inviting us!" Bang Chan says bashfully. We all knew of the podcast, well, us English speakers did, and we were so excited to be on the show.

"So, let's get right into it, you're here to talk about your new album, right?" Oscar smiles, looking down at his notes before asking us the question.

"Yeah, we've just released our new album 5STAR, and we hope that our fans enjoy it, and, yeah!" Felix begins to explain, smiling as he trails off, not knowing what else to add on. You give him a rub on the shoulder, letting him know that he was doing a good job. That's what you loved about being in Stray Kids, no matter who you were, you had each other's backs.

"It really is so cool to have you all here, and may I say, this really is a unique bunch of members you have here," Oscar waves his hands as he explains.

"Well, we like to think that we all bring something different to the table haha," you laugh along politely.

"Well, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N," Oscar turns his body towards you slightly.

The others go 'ohhh', making you blush slightly.

"You want to ask me?" you brush your hair back, your newly cut black mullet, which went down a treat with stays.

"Yes, the reason I say you're in quite a unique situation, is because, well, it's so rare to see 8 guys and a girl in one group together!" Oscar smiles.

Oh.

Your smile dropped.

Maybe you had gotten your hopes up, thinking he'd be talking about your input on the fashion of the group, considering it was quite well known, especially with the group's growing popularity that you created many of the pieces that yourself and the boys would wear.

But no. Somehow you didn't think that this topic would be brought up once again.

"Stray Kids is family, no matter what," Hyunjin spoke up, communicating as best he could in English that gender didn't matter.

The boys could sense your discomfort at Oscar blatantly calling you a girl. Surely he's done enough research that he knows you identify differently?

Even the less confident English speakers, Lee Know and Jeongin seemed to catch on what was happening.

"And what an interesting family you are indeed," Oscar didn't notice your unease or the slightly more defensive stances that the boys acquired from their seats.

"I also wanted to comment that I think Y/N is my bias, you guys!"

Seeming to think there was a more lighter mood in the room, Y/N themself to relax a bit and laugh along.

"Come on boys, don't be jealous, I just think she's got this special quality about her," Oscar continued, thinking the frowns on your members' faces were playfully jealous of his comment.

"They are very special to us, we feel lucky to have them in our group," Han spoke up, subtlely linking his pinkie with yours as a form of comfort. The boys knew that such situations like this still hurt you, because of how you struggled to understand why you felt different and finally knew why, it was frustrating when other people, who were clearly in a position to do some research, didn't know.

Of course you'd give the benefit of the doubt, maybe he didn't know and he might be apologetic, in which case it would all smooth over.

But it wasn't in this case.

"Actually, Oscar, Y/N is non-binary," Chan began, looking towards you to see if you wanted to continue.

"Yes, I use they/them pronouns and don't identify as either male or female, I'm just, me," you shrug it off and say casually, because that's how you felt it should be. It wasn't a big deal,.it was just who you are.

"Oh wow, that's quite interesting, so you don't look at it like she's your younger sister? Or you don't think that as a boyband you have a disadvantage having a female member?" Oscar furrowed his brows.

"We don't feel the need to recognise our member by a gender," Seungmin grabbed the mic provided by the studio and calmly spoke into it, it almost fully calmed you down, his soft voice as he spoke in English filling the room.

"It doesn't matter. We are a group. Just a group of people who like making music and entertaining our stays, and that's how they like it, so..." Felix's knee bobbed up and down, and you couldn't tell if the ray of sunshine was slowly turning into a thundercloud or if he was nervous to speak his mind. You were thankful either way.

"Right... I mean, it's funny, it must be weird, like having her as a novelty to the group, almost?" Oscar said genuinely, like he didn't see an issue in how he was conducting himself.

"They are best," Jeongin threw a cheeky smile your way, making the weight on your shoulders feel just a little bit lighter.

"We're a unit. A team. I mean, it's funny, we don't feel the need to separate ourselves based on gender," Chan passive aggressively said, using the man's previous words to show he would not take anymore ignorance to how his member was being treated.

"Look, I don't expect people to understand straight away, but I can appreciate them looking at me not just for what I believe is a socially constructed view, one that I don't align with, but for my talent," you slowly explained, nerves filling your body as you hoped the way that you had explained yourself had made sense and would get a message across to the interviewer.

"See, that's something I think would bring even more attention to your success! Y/N do you think that creating this facade has brought you more fans?" Oscar questioned, his kind intentions slipping away.

"Excuse me?" you were taken aback. Facade? He thought that you were pretending?

"Hyung? We can go now? Yeah, ok, great. We'll be leaving now, thank you for your time, I think," Chan sarcastically smiled at Oscar after getting the green light from their manager that they could leave.

"So, that wraps up our interview with Stray Kids today..."

You sighed as you all got into the van, leaving the studio all together. You sat in the back with Lee Know and Changbin.

"What did he say at the end?" Lee Know questioned, rubbing your knee soothingly.

"That I'm a fake," you scrunch your face, looking at the ceiling of the car to trap your tears and avoid them from escaping.

"He has no idea what he's talking about, Y/Nnie," Changbin turned to you as best he could at the back of the van.

"I just wish I could feel normal, but sometimes it's things like this that just alienate me from everyone else, you know?" you sigh, tapping your leg with your fingers to distract yourself.

"You're far from an alien, Y/N. We don't care about what other people say, you're a part of us. Chan hyung was right, we're a unit, and we'll stay as one forever," Hyunjin reassured you.

"Plus, if anyone is an alien, it's Hannie," Seungmin savagely chuckled.

"I'M AN ALIEN ON THIS EARTH!!!" Han took that as his cue to sing his song loudly, causing you to groan and cover your ears.

"Someone help him return to his home planet," you giggled, making the other boys laugh along with you.

"Seriously though, we've got you, hm? Stupid interviewers like that have no respect..." Jeongin shook his head, feeling irritated.

"He was nice at the start..." you trailed off, thinking about Oscar's bright personality which was for sure what brought in viewers and listeners of the podcast.

"But then he showed his true colours, he was rude, you didn't deserve the disrespect, end of," Chan said from the front of the car, making his voice a little louder than normal so everyone could hear.

"Thanks, Channie," you smiled, the two boys in the back of the car with you letting you relax against them as the stress seemed to leave your body.

They had your back, always.

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chahnniesroom · 10 months

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tenderness | chapter 4: mask on

[noun] /ˈtendərnəs/

1. the quality of being gentle, kind, or loving

2. the feeling of pain, aching, or soreness

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: in a world where soulmates are rare and precious, you don’t know why the universe has decided to give you one. you never could have imagined that they would be an idol, and one that you worked with at that, or the challenges that would arise from your bond.

chapter word count: 4.1k

chapter warnings: arguing, emotional/verbal abuse, reader doesn't have a good relationship with her family

a/n: this chapter was very difficult to finish and took me way longer than the rest. luckily the next chapter is already almost finished! i'm excited for that one :)

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Y/n insists on getting ready for Chuseok at her place instead of the dorms. Once Chan’s dressed in his suit, Y/n sits him down in a chair that she’s dragged into the bathroom. She meticulously styles his hair, retaining some of his natural curls, but taming the mess that he’s barely touched during the past couple of days that they’ve had off. The prickles of the Charge when her hands touch his head combined with the gentle repetition of the straightening iron smoothing through his hair lull him into a relaxed state.

“Do you want me to do some makeup too?” Y/n’s voice breaks through the silence.

Chan quickly agrees. When he had chanced a glance in the mirror after Y/n had finished with his hair, his bare face had stuck out like an eyesore. She prompts him to close his eyes and when she’s finished, Chan’s shocked. He never knew that Y/n was so talented with makeup. The products that she’s applied are light, barely noticeable, but somehow manage to conceal or transform every feature that Chan’s most self-conscious of, even though he’s never voiced these insecurities to her. He has always appreciated the makeup artists that they had for schedules because he felt like they turned him into a completely new person, the idol version of himself. He’s always considered him with makeup to be Bang Chan, leader of Stray Kids. Right now, he still looks like himself, but… better.

She shoos him out of her room as she changes and does her own hair and makeup. Chan has only visited a couple times, mostly when Y/n has to run in and grab something, so he takes the time to have more than a cursory look around. Surprisingly, there’s not much to look at considering the amount of time that Y/n had been living here before she had moved into the dorms. She has a bookshelf with a number of small trinkets and a fake plant.

There’s a few pictures showing Y/n at her graduation with friends, polaroids and photo booth printouts with Eunsung and a couple of people Chan doesn’t recognize, and a signed photo of Y/n with Xdinary Heroes. The members are all crowded around Y/n, smiling faces pushed together to fit properly in the frame and arms wrapped around each other tightly.

Chan stares at it hard enough that he startles when Y/n calls his name. He turns around and feels his jaw go slack.

Y/n’s dress is similar to his suit, simple yet luxurious and extremely flattering. It’s also black with intricate gold embroidery, but she has flowers and leaves twining up the side of the dress where Chan has a dragon and wispy clouds. Her hair is in a complicated looking updo with gold accessories and she’s holding a pair of heels that match the rest of her outfit.

Y/n always looks nice. She’s always perfectly put together at work and even at home when she’s just wearing her sleeping clothes, Chan finds her pretty.

But today, Y/n looks stunning. Chan thinks he’s forgotten how to breathe.

“Channie-oppa?” she prompts. “Everything okay?” Chan realises he hasn’t said anything, that he must have missed Y/n talking to him, and flushes deeply.

“What? Uh, yeah, I’m okay. Everything is fine! Great!”

“Okay… Are you ready to go then?”

“Right! Yes, let’s go.” Y/n is already at the door, but Chan is still frozen where he had been standing in front of Y/n’s pictures. “Just, Y/n-”

Y/n stops and turns around expectantly. Her stare makes Chan feel tongue-tied again.

“You look nice. Especially nice today. I just wanted to tell you,” he says.

“Aw, thank you. You clean up pretty nicely yourself,” she says, blushing. “Now let’s go, I’m dreading how bad the traffic is going to be.”

—

Chan has never seen Y/n drive, she normally opts to take transit or walk since the dorms are fairly central and they have hired drivers for transporting them to schedules. She’s a careful, yet confident driver, clearly familiar with the route and at ease weaving through the busy traffic. But what Chan’s most impressed by is her car. It’s black, sleek, and quietly powerful, the engine purrs when Y/n presses on the accelerator.

Chan can finally see all the pieces being put together that make up this version of Y/n, the one that’s a daughter instead of a manager of Stray Kids or his soulmate. So far, he still doesn’t quite understand why she’s kept her family so secretive, other than maybe a general hesitance to share that they’re wealthy.

“Chan-oppa,” Y/n says, right in front of the door. Chan’s almost too busy marvelling at the house’s design to hear her. “Whatever you hear… Whatever they say… Ignore it, okay?”

“What do you mean?” Chan glances at Y/n and finds her looking down, twisting her hands together.

“Just… Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

Before Chan can reply, the door swings open, revealing a large entryway that doesn't seem to have anybody in it. When they step in, Chan sees that there's a household staff person holding the door open.

“You’re late,” A voice calls from the door that leads from the entryway to the rest of the house. Chan knows for a fact that they’re at least 15 minutes earlier than the time that Y/n said they have to be there. “Your brother and his wife are already here.”

“Eomoni,” Y/n breathes out. “I’m sorry.” She bows deeply and Chan immediately follows.

When he straightens, he finally sees Y/n’s eomoni. She’s not that tall, just a bit more than Y/n, but is somehow still an imposing figure.

“This is Bang Chan-oppa, my soulmate. Chan-oppa, this is my eomoni.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Have a happy Chuseok with a bright and full moon.” Chan bows again.

“It’s very nice to meet you as well, Bang Chan-ssi.” She inclines her head in greeting. “Thank you for celebrating Chuseok with us. Come on, I’ll take you to where the others are.”

When Chan observes Y/n from the corner of his eye, he almost does a double-take. She’s still smiling and it’s not obviously forced, but there’s nothing behind it. It’s sweet but not happy. If Chan hadn’t spent the past few months seeing Y/n everyday, he wouldn’t have noticed the subtle changes in her expression, how she seems smaller, presence muted.

Y/n’s eomoni waits until they have exchanged their shoes for slippers before leading them the way that she had first arrived. As she does so, she makes a comment about their outfits, mentioning a designer that Chan has never heard of. It sounds like a compliment, but there's a slight edge to it that Chan doesn't know how to interpret.

"Thank you," Y/n replies, warily.

“You’ve never been very careful with your money,” she sniffs. “I guess I was wrong to think that these years of having to rely on just your own income would make you more responsible."

Chan’s shocked by the blatant chastisement, especially in front of him. Y/n’s eomoni doesn’t seem to be joking, but Y/n doesn’t say anything but bow her head in deference.

“I bought it,” he blurts out. “I was the one to pay for it, it was a gift.”

“That’s very generous, Bang Chan-ssi. You have good taste.” Y/n’s eomoni eyes him for a moment, then turns to Y/n. “Don’t get used to it, you don’t want to be accused of being a gold digger.”

Chan’s stomach drops. It feels like one of the video games that he’s played where every option leads to a bad ending. No matter what he says, there’ll be a way to twist it into something that puts Y/n in the wrong.

At that moment, they reach a turn in the hallway that opens up into an enormous dining room. The furniture itself is fairly simple, which draws the eye to a glittering chandelier above the table that throws light across the room and makes it seem even bigger. At the far edge of the room, a number of staff are lined up, heads bowed and hands crossed, just waiting for orders to be given.

There's three people already seated. Y/n's abeoji is at the head of the table, on his left is her brother, Siwon, and beside him must be his wife, Eunbee. They do quick introductions, Chan making sure to bow deeply to each person and smile. Already, he can see stark differences between the personalities and mannerisms of Y/n and her family. Where she is warm and enthusiastic, they are dispassionate, yet painstakingly polite.

“Now that everyone is finally here, let’s begin the meal.” Y/n’s eomoni says, gesturing towards the waitstaff.

The first course they’re served is gorgeous, although Chan’s not quite sure what it is. Delicate layers of something have been twisted together to form a blossoming flower, a petal of green sauce curled at the base. The family chatters around him, as Chan considers the best way to eat this dish without just stuffing the whole thing into his mouth at once. After watching Y/n, he finally breaks the ‘flower’ into pieces and lifts one to his mouth. It’s sweet, savoury, and a touch acidic. Delicious, even though Chan’s still unable to tell what any of the ingredients are.

The rest of the meal follows suit, plate after plate is placed in front of Chan, all of them small enough that Chan’s certain he could eat it in two bites at most if he was alone and wasn’t so conscious of his appearance. He only recognizes a few of the entrees, a perfectly seared slice of pork belly, a tiny bowl of steamed egg topped with pollock roe, and an array of crispy jeon. Everything else is too fancy for Chan to fully appreciate, although they all somehow taste good.

He contributes to the conversation a couple times, but the talk mostly consists of countless updates of people that Chan has never heard of. Based on the scathing criticisms some of them receive, he’s glad he’s never met some of them. It’s mostly Y/n’s eomoni that directs the conversation while the rest of the family nod long. Chan feels off-kilter, this evening is so different than what he's used to that he doesn't know what to do other than nod and laugh when everyone else does. More than ever, he finds himself grateful for and missing his own family.

One of the last dishes they’re served is a variation of raw marinated crab. The meat is presented in the shell, but without the legs for ease of eating. Beside it is a perfect little ball of rice that has been garnished with sesame seeds. Chan rolls the rice ball into the crab shell and smashes it to mix with the meat. He's past the point of stressing over eating it as delicately as possible.

He’s just chewing the last bite of crab when a second shell slides onto his plate. Y/n is nonchalantly sipping her tea, but her plate is suspiciously empty.

“Y/n!” Her eomoni immediately scolds her.

“Chan-oppa enjoys this dish so I wanted to let him have it more.”

“I didn’t have a chance to eat it a lot when I was growing up, so it’s nice to have now,” Chan says. In reality, he’s not especially fond of this dish. He doesn’t mind eating it, but it’s not one of his favourites. Now that he thinks of it, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Y/n eat crab before.

“If that’s the case, we can just get you another one, Chan-ssi.” Y/n’s eomoni flags one of the waitstaff. They take away both Chan and Y/n’s plates and replace them with new crabs right away. Chan wonders how many extra dishes they prepare for each course.

“Where did you grow up, Chan-ssi?” Y/n’s abeoji joins the conversation, before her eomoni can make any more comments.

“Australia, I’m from Sydney.”

“Ah, and you came to be an idol? What group are you in?”

“Stray Kids.” When he shows no recognition, Chan adds, “We’re under JYP Entertainment.”

“Ah! Park Jinyoung, he’s a good man. I assume he knows about-” Instead of finishing his sentence, he just uses his chopsticks to gesture between Y/n and Chan.

“Yes, there was a lot of paperwork that he was involved in,” Chan confirms.

“You’re keeping the soulmate bond a secret though, right? How many people know about you two?” Y/n’s eomoni cuts in.

"Yes, eomoni. We're being careful at work to stay professional," Y/n says quickly. “JYP PD-nim is one of the few people who know. The information is kept highly confidential and everyone has had to sign a lot of NDA’s, just like how you also had some to fill out.”

"Good. If people find out there's any relationship between you they'd assume that you only got the promotion to his team because you slept with him."

Chan immediately opens his mouth to come to her defence, but Y/n puts her free hand on Chan’s leg, stopping him from speaking. He feels his face heat with emotion and knows his ears are likely bright red by now.

“Eomoni,” Siwon says warningly.

“It’s okay, eomoni is just trying to protect me,” Y/n says. Chan doesn’t believe that for a second. He can’t tell if Y/n’s eomoni is just trying to get a rise out of Y/n or if she genuinely just enjoys insulting her daughter. He has no idea why Y/n is trying to justify her eomoni’s words either.

"See, Y/n knows. I just don't want people thinking she's some kind of whore," she says matter-of-factly.

“Eomoni!” Siwon is out of his chair in an instant, horrified. Y/n’s hand tightens on Chan’s thigh, preventing him from doing the same. She doesn’t say anything in response, but is no longer pretending to eat her food, just frozen in place. Her lips are pressed together so tightly the natural colour has been squeezed out, a sharp contrast to her flushed cheeks which are only partially noticeable from under her makeup.

Siwon's wife has to tug lightly at his hand to get him back to sit, but he does so unwillingly.

Chan feels the same way. Anger is roaring through him, his hands are trembling with contained rage and he’s certain his jaw will be sore later from how tightly he's clenching it. The only thing holding him back is the fact that Y/n clearly doesn't want him to do anything and he's afraid that anything he does would reflect poorly on her. His first failed attempt to excuse her still weighs heavily on him.

In the resulting silence, dessert is served. It’s a multicoloured set of three songpyeon that each have flower designs layered on top of them. They taste like ash in Chan’s mouth.

Through it all, Y/n’s eomoni sits unrepentant and unaffected by the reactions of the other members of her family. At the head of the table, Y/n’s abeoji is also unbothered. For him, this is like just another family dinner. Chan’s starting to realise for them, maybe it is.

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The drive home is blanketed by a heavy tension. You can tell that Chan keeps glancing over at you, but you keep your eyes firmly on the road. Parking your car at the dorms and riding up the elevator is the same, you can tell that Chan is itching to say something, but you’re almost scared to find out what. It’s only when the two of you are side by side in the bathroom, wiping off makeup that you decide to break the peace.

“That went pretty well,” you say mildly.

“What?” Chan looks up and meets your eyes through the mirror in disbelief. “You think that went well?”

“I think it could have gone worse. They respect you, that’s a lot.”

“Respect? I don’t think they even know what respect is. The way they treated you-”

“That’s different!” you cut in, starting to feel defensive.

“It is! It’s worse! How can you just stand there and say nothing when they insult you like that?” When you don’t reply, he shakes his head. “I can’t do this right now, I’m going to- I’m going to go to the gym.” He leaves without another word, practically running out of the room.

You stare in shock at the place that Chan had been standing, flinching when you hear the front door slam shut. Honestly, things had gone better than you expected. Although you had no doubts in Chan’s ability to charm people, you knew that him being your soulmate would make things more difficult.

Methodically, you finish your skincare routine, then change into your sleeping clothes. You hang up your dress, and do the same to Chan’s suit, which is in a crumpled pile that’s only partially on the bed.

You find yourself in the living room, staring at the blank TV. Without any distractions or people around, there’s nothing to stop you from crying. You’re not even sure why-you had known from the start that things would go bad-but the tears just seem to spill out, dampening your pants that you’re wearing.

“Hey, you guys are- Y/n what’s wrong? Why are you just sitting in the dark?” You look up to find Felix exiting Hyunjin’s room with a stack of dishes. You forgot that he’s been staying in the dorms with you and Chan during the holidays while everyone else was away. You hastily swipe away any evidence of the teartracks that stain your face and paste on a smile, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy and hoping that the dim lighting hides your puffy face.

“Oh, Felix! I- I didn’t know you were still awake.”

He stares at you for a moment before saying, “it’s only 10.”

“Ah, is it? I didn’t realise.” You pretend to laugh, but neither of you are convinced.

“How was dinner?”

“It was… fine.” You say, smile faltering.

“Oh.” It’s obvious that you want to drop the subject and luckily Felix plays along with you. “Where’s Channie-hyung? I thought I heard his voice earlier.”

“He’s at the gym. Wanted to work out before showering.” At least that’s partially the truth.

“Oh, I see. Nice.” Felix ducks into the kitchen and you hear the clatter of dishes against the bottom of the sink. You close your eyes and press the heels of your palms against them, trying to pull yourself together.

“Hey.” When you look up, Felix is back, hovering at the arm of the couch you’re sitting on. “Are you sure you’re doing okay?”

“Yeah, of course!” you try to say, but your voice betrays you and cracks in the middle of the sentence. “It’s just uhm, Chan-oppa. He- I don’t think he had a good time.”

“Channie-hyung? What do you mean?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let him come with me,” you say, shaking your head. “I was right, he got really upset.”

“Y/n…” Felix says, pulling you close so that he can hug you. You go willingly, feeling slightly better in his embrace. “I didn’t see him. Are you sure? I know he was really excited about meeting your family.”

“It’s probably better that you didn’t see him. When we got home… He was so angry. I’ve never seen him like that before. I’m so stupid for thinking- I don’t even know what I was thinking, I just-” Unable to find the right words, you just let out a noise of frustration.

He must hate me, is what you want to say, but somehow you don’t think Felix would react well to that.

“Y/n,” Felix says hesitantly. “How about I go talk to Channie-hyung. You know how he gets all stuck in his head sometimes. I don’t know what happened, but I really don’t think that he blames you for any of it.”

“I- okay. Thanks Felix.”

You’re feeling more calm after talking to Felix, probably a mixture of his soothing presence and the chemicals that you must have released while you cried. When you go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and find that the growing stack of dishes that have built up during the boys’ days off has turned into a mountain. Wanting to keep yourself busy, you fill the sink with warm soapy water and start to wash them.

When the front door opens, you immediately tense up, but continue cleaning. One pair of footsteps heads directly to the hallway that leads to all the bedrooms, the other approaches you slowly.

Chan doesn’t say anything, just hugs you from behind.

“Chan-” you start to say.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice muffled from where his cheek is pressed tightly against your head. “I should have talked to you, explained things. I thought I needed time to calm down, cool off. I was mad. I was so mad. Actually, I still am. But never at you. I just… I can’t believe they treated you like that.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not! I didn’t stand up for you, I should have-”

“It’s okay,” you repeat. “I’m used to it.”

“What they said-” Chan cuts himself off mid-sentence. “What happened to your neck? Are you having a reaction to something?”

“It’s nothing,” you say stiffly.

“What- no, it looks like hives, are there more?” He turns his attention to your arms. You’re wearing gloves to wash the dishes, but since you had rolled up your sleeves to prevent them from getting wet, the few bumps that have formed on your forearms are visible. He yanks up your shirt sleeves, revealing even more of them. They’re an angry red and fiercely itchy, although you’ve done a good job of not touching them so far.

“Y/n, these look- they look really bad. Do you know if you’re allergic to anything? Is it something you ate or is there something else? They weren’t there earlier. Is there medicine that we need to get for you?” Chan’s clearly distressed, tugging off your gloves and examining your hands. You wrest them away, already knowing what he’s going to find.

“It was the crab,” you say, resigned. “I’m allergic to shellfish. It’s okay, it usually goes away on its own by the next day. It’ll probably be even faster now with the soulmate bond.”

“And you still ate it? Why didn’t you say something?”

“What was I supposed to say? You think she cares? I’ve been allergic my whole life and it’s never made a difference. I had to eat what I was given, no excuses.”

“It’s not an excuse-”

“I know!” you exclaim. Both you and Chan fall silent for a moment. “I know. It’s just the way things are in my family. My eomoni just wants what’s best for me even if her… way of showing it isn’t always something I understand.”

“Best for you-”

“Chan-oppa, just- I know we’re not going to agree with this, maybe ever. I know our relationship looks bad. But as much as I hate my eomoni for how controlling, how critical she’s always been, I love her too. In some weird way. As much as I hate the way my abeoji and Siwon-oppa don’t interfere, I understand and I love them.”

“I think I’m just upset, Y/n,” Chan says quietly. “I’m just… upset that you have to go through that. Upset that they don’t treat you the way you should be treated. You deserve more than that. More than them.”

“Well,” you say, wiping away tears that you had barely noticed forming. “It’s okay. Like I said, I’m used to it. There’s nothing I can do."

Chan doesn’t say anything in response. You both know that it’s not okay, that even after all these years, you’re not used to it. There’s nothing that Chan can do or say to fix things and make it better. Instead, he just holds you closer.

Somehow, that’s enough.

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3rachasdomesticbanana · 3 months

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All Nighter | Bang Chan

•Synopsis: You can't help but to tease your boyfriend when he's working, regardless if he's alone or not. "What's life without a little risk?" Who cares if the other two members of 3RACHA get a glance, a peak of what you're craving to give your boyfriend?

Bang Chan x Female Reader

•Content Warning: Heavy smut, Oral(m receiving), Strong language. If I left something out let me know and I'll add it.

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“Good job boy's. Why don't you two head back and get some sleep. I'm gonna work a little longer.” You hear Chan say to Han and Binnie.

The seat where Han sat next to you dozing in and out of sleep shifted when he stood up. Looking up you see him stretch his arms over his head and give a loud dramatic yawn that makes you giggle.

“Alright hyung. Don't work too hard. Night Y/N.”

“Yeah, what he said. See you tomorrow Y/N.” Changbin added before he and Han left Chan's studio.

It was just the two of you now and the tension between the two of you that was growing all night shifted and became palpable. He swivels in his chair, turning to face you. When your eyes meet he raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk playing on his beautiful full lips. Feigning Innocence you smile brightly at him. Yet the way he was sitting, legs opened wide, slightly slouched down in his chair with his elbows resting on the arm rests, made you feel borderline feral.

“Y/n baby, don't give me that look. You've been anything but innocent all night. Teasing me. Practically teasing Bin and Han as well.” He tells you. His voice is calm and much deeper than his usual tone. You know you've successfully turned him on when he sounds like that.

“Baby I don't know what you mean.” You drawl out sweetly, crossing your legs and flashing him in the process, just like you've been doing all night.

The pale blue skirt you had on wasn't particularly too short but it hitched up around your thighs just right while you sat on the sofa. Any time you repositioned how you were sitting, each 3RACHA member got a view of your wet cunt. Chan scoffs playfully and sits up.

“Baby girl, I could see the tint Jisung was sporting in his jeans all the way from here. Bet those two will be thinking of that pretty pussy of yours all night.”

You lick your lips smiling, eyes focused on your boyfriend's. You'd be lying to yourself if you said that very thought didn't turn you on. Many times you stayed at their dorm, you'd sometimes see the shadow of someone standing on the other of Chan's door through the bottom crack as he fucked you into his mattress. You'd only be able to tell who it was by the telltale blush over their face when you would later emerge for a drink and it was usually always Han.

“Guess I just made their night then huh baby?” You say seductively with a wink.

“Get over here and make my night. My hands have been itching to touch you.”

Smirking, you slide off the couch, getting onto your knees and crawling the short distance over to where he's sitting. Placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs until your fingers find their target. You keep eye contact with him when your fingers curl under the band of his loose black basketball shorts before forcing them down and freeing his thick and hard erection.

“So big and so hard for me Channie.” Leaning forward, whispering and letting your breath fan over the tip.

The sensation makes him shiver and his cock twitches once, twice, and you give him a satisfied smile. Your mouth salivates with anticipation of having him on your tongue. Reaching your hand over and gripping the base of his thick shaft in loose fingers, you slowly apply pressure, tightening your fingers around him. He lets his head fall back with a groan. A strong hand threads its way into your hair pulling you forward slightly. Your fingers begin their slow dance of stroking him as your tongue flicks over his leaking tip before wrapping your soft lips around him.

He keeps a firm grip on your hair encouraging you to take him deeper into your mouth.

“More, beautiful.” His words are breathy and strained and you know he's holding back his impulse to fuck your throat.

Keeping your hand fisted around him you take him inch by inch until your lips meet your fingers. He's too big for you to deep throat but you take as much as you can feeling him hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck.” He growls and you feel your muscles clench around nothing. It makes you so incredibly wet.

You need him inside you but you also want to taste and tease him. Push him as close to the edge as possible. The sounds he makes when you start moving faster, bobbing your head up and down are raw and primal. Sliding your mouth over Chan's cock, slurping and sucking he bucks his hips up once into your mouth completely losing control over his body.

His grip in your hair is almost painful but you ignore it, heavily focused on his moans and breathing. Thighs tense up underneath your left hand that you're using to keep yourself steady and he stops you from moving using the hold he has on your head. You know he was close, you could taste the sweet and salty precum on the back of your tongue. He needs your pussy though, he'll go insane if he doesn't get to bury himself balls deep inside you.

“Get up here and ride me like Goku's flying nimbus.” He orders.

Giggling, you comply, easing up off your knees and straddling his thighs. “Mm I love it when you talk nerdy to me Channie.”

He gives you a deep chuckle that you feel down to your core making you bite down on your lip to suppress a moan despite him not even being inside of you just yet. Wrapping your hand around his hard shaft, Chan shivers at your touch, watching how pretty your fingers look curled around him. You guide him to your opening, the folds slick with your arousal, it takes little effort to push him inside of you inch by inch. He inhales deeply through gritted teeth and his hands grab onto your sides, gripping you for dear life. Once he's fully sheathed inside, your warm walls enclosing him you start to move your hips in a circle.

“I'll never get tired of the way you stretch me Chris.” You moan and he growls loving the way his English name sounds on your lips. It's his favorite, granted he loves the way you call him by any of the names you've become accustomed to but hearing you call him Chris just does things to him.

Slowly at first you tease yourself with his cock and then gradually pick up speed. Chan's soft panting mingles with yours, his hands slide up underneath your shirt massaging your breasts underneath the black lacy material. He moans appreciatively, flicking a thumb over the hardened peak of your nipple before giving it a squeeze, causing your walls to clamp down around him. His hips buck up underneath you and you gasp in pleasure feeling him push deeper inside your heat.

“Fuck,” he drags the word breathlessly. “Bounce on it for me beautiful.”

Placing your hands on his shoulders for support you do as he says bouncing up and down, feeling his cock slip in and out of you in such a sweet intoxicating way.

“Yeah, just like that. Keep it up baby. Don't stop until you're covering my dick with your cum princess.”

Your head falls back, hair tickling Chan's bare thighs, forcing a shiver to run through him and a groan to escape from his mouth. The sounds he makes between each word that he mutters incoherently is delicious. Each praise, each breathy sigh and each time his hands caresses you gets you closer and closer to sweet release. Chan can tell, he knows your body inside and out. He's got everything about you memorized. So when your legs begin to shake he stands up carrying you in his arms and sets you down on the desk. His strong hands push the keyboard and his laptop safety out of the way, still deep inside you before he starts to move. He fucks you rough just the way you like on his desk like he's done so many times in the past.

“Ah… ah, Chris! Fuck baby i'm so close don't stop.” Your legs wrap around him tighter, pulling him closer. He's balls deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over in a tantalizing rhythm.

“That's my girl, cum for me. Cum so I can fill you. Oh fuck baby, you feel so damn good.” He picks up his pace and you cling onto him, nails digging into his back and clawing him.

Even when he pulls his black T-shirt over his head he doesn't skip a beat in every thrust. The shirt lands on the leather couch behind him with a soft thud that's drowned out from the intense slapping sounds created by you and Chan’s body's coming together. The pounding he's inflicting on your walls is excruciatingly… delicious and your orgasm is crashing through you like a freight train.

Your moans ring out around the small pale green colored room. You're so grateful for the s class level soundproofing in the JYPE studios, surely your cries of passion would reach the 14the floor otherwise. Your muscles clamp down around Chan's pulsating cock, squeezing and milking him while his own moans harmonize with yours as he finds his own release.

“Ah, s-shit baby. Thank fuck. Ah!”

He spills himself inside of you with a long groan still thrusting his oversensitive muscle into you and shudders when your body trembles. You feel him fill you with his warm seed. It's this sensation that's hard to explain but you love it. Chan cumming inside of you is your favorite part, you secretly crave it. You don't even mind when his cum dribbles out of you whenever he pulls out. You love it when it's messy. He's breathless and chuckles, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“I fucking love you baby.” He says finally, his voice husky and kisses your collarbone.

“I love you too baby.” You reply with a happy sigh and your hand finds its way into his soft curls massaging his head as you and him let your bodies relax after such an intense O.

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It's after 5am when Chan and you walk into the parking garage and a mischievous smile spreads on your face.

“Think you can go harder for round two Channie?”

You ask him and giggle at his shocked wide eyed expression but he doesn't let you down. He goes harder in the second, third and fourth round until you're thoroughly fucked and unable to keep your eyes open, succumbing to sleep.

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sunshinebarbie · 11 months

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only love can hurt like this

pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader x Changbin warnings: angst, heartbreak, some questionable feelings, mild language, words: 2,440 parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | FINAL a/n: tbh this is more changbin based but bang chan appears at the end. i mean what is an angsty story without a little bit of drama right? so i wanted to write a part 2 asap because idk but i have been wanting to see how this ends too! haha enjoy

The horizon bloomed into a pastel orange glow, slowly the world around you came alive. Wives and girlfriends kissed their loves and wished them a good day. Yet, here you were still processing what happened with your love.

The vibration of your phone on the desk in the corner hummed you out of your trance. You looked over for a moment and knew it was Bang Chan for the 50th time.

The phone went silent for a few seconds before vibrating again, indicating yet another voicemail. The sun finally made it’s big entrance, giving you an instant headache. You shut the curtains and crawled into the still made hotel bed.

The hotel room was dead silent, and dark like a tomb. Just the sound of your phone vibrating again in LED illuminated corner. The phone went silent again. “1-2-3-4" you counted quietly, and the phone vibrated again.

You shut your eyes tightly, fighting back the tears that tried to come up. It wasn’t until the hums filled the silence once again that you broke into sobs. Your heart wanted to run to that corner and answer, but your mind said “it’s over, move on.”.

You must have cried yourself to sleep, because when you opened your eyes, it was almost 8:30 at night. You sat up and looked around in the pitch-black room. You turned over and switched the light nearest the bed on. You turned back forward and saw Bang Chan sitting at the edge of the bed. You rolled off the edge and shot up in a pitch-black hotel room.

You jumped to your feet, and turned on the nearest lamp. The entire room was empty, just the sound of kids running down the hallway. You looked at the hotel clock on the bedside table, the screen flashed “9:45pm”.

“it was a dream” you assured yourself. “just a dream.” you added.

Your stomach grumbled with hunger, you looked around and spotted your phone on the desk. You walked over and scooped up your device.

Plopping down on the bed, the screen turned on 78 missed calls, and 77 voice mails. 87 texts and over 100 notifications from your social media accounts combined.

You swiped on the screen and tapped the “clear” option. Opening the suggested restaurants binder the hotel provided you skimmed through finding the perfect place that would satisfy your cravings.

Opening the phone dial, you saw out of the 78 missed calls, 76 were from Bang Chan and 2 from Changbin. Your hand started to shake from nervousness. You wanted to call him and let him know your location, but you knew he would bring Bang Chan.

You put your cell phone down, and contemplated your next move. Looking over at the bedside table you focused on the hotel phone. You crawled over to the table, picking up the receiver you pressed the “0” and dialed the front desk.

“front desk?” the worker answered “are cell phones considered long distance?” you asked “only if the company isn‘t local” they replied. “okay, thank you.”

You hung up and picked up the receiver again. “you pressed the 9 button and punched in the number” the phone line hummed, you could feel your heart pounding. Finally the line picked up.

“hello?” the voice asked groggily.

“Changbin?” your voice almost whispered.

“y/n?” he sounded a little more alert. “where are you? Where's your phone?” he asked panicked.

“i’m fine, I'm totally safe.” you replied. “i saw your missed call.” you leaned against the bedframe as you sat on the floor.

“where are you?” he asked again.

“i-” you looked around at the sanctuary that was your hotel room. “- I don’t want anyone to know.” you sadly replied.

“what do you mean by that? What's going on? Why are you doing this?” he started shooting his questions out one after another.

“Changbin” you interrupted him. “please, can you respect my choice.” you pleaded.

Changbin sighed loudly and finally agreed. “can you at least tell me where you are? So I know you’re really safe?” he begged.

“i checked into a hotel, and that’s all I am going to share.” you replied.

“how long are you going to stay there?” he asked.

“until, I figure out my next move I guess.” you sighed and looked up at the ceiling. The line was silent, you could feel the question creeping up and finally you just asked.

“have you talked to Chan yet?” you asked.

“he never showed up today.” Changbin replied. “Felix and I went over to the apartment but he wasn’t there either.” he added.

“where is he?” you sat up straight.

“relax, Felix found him and he is staying over at his place.” he replied.

“am I doing the right thing?” you asked Changbin, “i feel like, it is but- also that it’s not.” you confessed.

“i can’t tell you if it’s right or not.” Changbin replied. “that’s something you gotta figure out for yourself you know?”

You nodded as if he could see you, “I’m hungry, and I know it’s late but do you want to meet up and get something to eat?” you asked and wiped your tear away.

You both agreed to meet up at the park a block away from your hotel, the best thing about it was three other hotels were nearby and you knew he couldn’t guess yours was the one a block over.

You sat at the park bench and smiled as you seen Changbin approaching you. You stood up and were immediately wrapped in his embrace.

“I’m glad you’re safe.” he mumbled and squeezed tighter. “i just wish you would have told me where you are staying, because this isn’t safe to meet here at night” he added.

“most restaurants are closed.” you changed the subject. “so, I was thinking convenient store picnic?” you grabbed his finger tips and pulled him towards your direction.

Changbin smiled at your enthusiasm and walked along with you. The both of you walked to the nearest store. After making your selections and warming up your food you both found a spot to eat.

“it’s almost 11:30 at night Changbin, how do you feel that instead of sleep, you are here with me having a convenient store picnic?” you smiled pretending to interview him.

“i feel like, I should have stayed home and stayed asleep” he teased.

You both chuckled and turned back to your food. “but, I'm glad I came.” he looked at you and smiled.

The both of you finished your food, and cleaned up your area. The both of you exited and headed towards the park again.

“can I just walk you back to your hotel? I don’t want you to be out here alone at this time.” Changbin pleaded as you neared the park.

You looked in the direction of your hotel and back at Changbin. “uhm-sure.” you finally agreed. You weren’t exactly sure why you changed your mind, maybe you were still dizzy from when you and Changbin shared your food with one another, or maybe it was the peach drink you bought that tasted a bit sugary.

You both walked down the block and made a left, you could feel your hand instinctively reach for Changbin’s.

He didn’t say anything as you laced your fingers with his and guided him towards your hotel. You could feel his palm heat up in nervousness as you squeezed his fingers.

The both of you shared a snack cake you bought at the store, taking a bite each as you walked. You wiped the crumbs from you mouth and slowed your walk.

“this is me.” you pointed to the hotel. “it’s home for now.” you shrugged.

“looks very comfortable” Changbin joked, you could feel his hand squeeze yours making your stomach flip.

“anyway.” you dropped his hand and turned to him. “pinky promise me into secrecy that you will not reveal my secret location to ANYONE” you extended your pinky.

Changbin chuckled at first and then grinned. “what if I get kidnapped and they torture me into giving it up?” he joked.

“even then.” you giggled.

Changbin shook his head and finally cuffed his pinky around yours. “if I do get kidnapped you better come find me.” he added.

“i pinky promise” you laughed.

The both of you loosened your pinkies as your hands fell down, below your waists, but you both held on.

Changbin looked at you, with a soften expression. Like he wanted to tell you something.

“Good Night Changbin” your lips pulled into a soft smile.

“this is the part where you kiss like in the movies” your inner monologue interrupted your thinking.

“Good Night” he replied and let go of your hand, your heart stopped for a split second, feeling a light ache as he stepped back and turned around.

Maybe you were reading his signals wrong, or maybe you watched one too many romantic comedies with Seungmin. All you knew was this moment shouldn’t have been feeling like this as you watched him walk back towards the park.

You found your phone on the bed where you left it earlier. You picked it up and turned it on. Scrolling pass Bang Chan’s text folder you found Changbin and opened a new message board.

“let me know when you make it home safe.” you texted and pressed send.

You immediately bit your thumb nail as you waited for the “delivered” to say “seen”. Your heart pounded as it changed and the text bubble appeared.

“ok” the message simply read.

You felt your heart sink; you immediately regretted the entire night. “of course, he found this weird.” you scolded yourself. “you literally just broke up with his best friend a day ago.” you tossed your phone onto the edge of the bed.

You turned to your side and hugged the hotel pillow, this time the regret wasn’t about possibly making a fool of yourself in front of Changbin, but was that not even a day after you ended things with Bang Chan you were already out and feeling things for his best friend.

Chan gave you two incredible years, full of love, respect and loyalty.

Your phone buzzed and you sat up grabbing it to see it was a message from Changbin.

“i’m home. Good night y/n ❤️” the text read.

You smiled and pressed a heart emoji as a reply.

Looking at the clock, it was nearly midnight. Bang Chan hadn’t sent any messages or called for almost 12 hours now.

Holding your phone above your face you laid down, and scrolled to find Chan’s text folder. You opened the folder and all texts went from “delivered” to “read”.

The entire message board was filled with “i’m sorry.” and “please come home, let’s talk” messages after the other.

The text bubble appeared at the bottom, you held your breath as it moved, showing Chan was typing. The bubble went away and after a long minute appeared again.

“sweet dreams” was all that came through. You closed out of the message app and locked your phone.

You turned your phone screen down and snuggled into the covers.

You were woken up by the hotel phone ringing. Your eyes forced open as you fumbled for the phone, finally finding the receiver you answered with a groggy voice. “hello?”

“good morning, we have a gentleman down here asking for you, is it okay to send him up?” the concierge replied.

You looked at the time it was nearly 7am. “sure.” you replied. “okay, thank you.” the concierge replied and hung up.

You sat up and stretched. “why is Changbin coming by so early?” you wondered as you got up and opened the curtain.

The door knocked, as you started to boil some coffee in the machine that the room offered.

You walked over and opened it with a smile that soon faded as you were greeted by Bang Chan.

“Chan?” you gulped.

His eyes were tired, and his face was pale like he hadn’t been to bed in days.

“how did you-” you stopped immediately regretting telling Changbin where you were at.

“i been trying to call you.” he stood by the door. “i really want to talk about this.” he pleaded.

“there is nothing to talk about Christopher” you replied coldly. “it’s over, and I mean it.” you turned away so he couldn’t read your expressions.

“is that why you were out with Changbin last night?” he sniffled and pulled out his phone. He showed you the screen you turned to see that Twitter was flooded with pictures of you and Changbin last night.

“have you really moved on that fast?” Chan’s eyes welled up.

“no, that is way out of context-” you protested. “is that why he came over that night we broke up? And tried to argue and fight me?” Bang Chan interrupted.

“no, chan I swear-” you attempted to explain.

“now it’s Chan? Is it Chan because you’re caught?” he put his phone in his pocket.

“if you will let me explain-” you raised your tone.

“what’s the point? You're only going to lie more.” he turned to leave.

“what happened to you want to talk about this?” you followed him.

“we did talk about it.” Bang Chan looked over his shoulder, “i was talking about the photos of you and Changbin, not our relationship you ended for him.” he turned and reached for the door handle.

“i won’t be at my apartment until this weekend, you can collect your things, I want it all gone before I come back. And leave the key.” he coldly added and walked out of the hotel room.

The smell of coffee filled your nostrils as you inhaled a shaky breath, the tears were now streaming down your face.

You hurried for your phone and logged into your social media, the photos were everywhere. On every platform.

You opened a new message to Changbin and typed furiously. Your thumb pressed send before you could stop and read your message.

“I guess pinky promises don’t mean shit to you. Please don’t contact me anymore. I want nothing to do with you, Bang Chan or anyone else!”

You finally exhaled the deep breath you took and choked out a sob. Your phone notification “binged” loudly.

You looked it was a text from Changbin. You opened the message but refused to read the text. You locked your phone and threw it across the room.

Burying your face into the pillow, you sobbed uncontrollably, you once felt like the luckiest girl, and now you were in a hotel room, sobbing your eyes out into a goose feather pillow.

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miniversse · 2 months

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I would like to request for husband Chan X wife y/n, where Chan comes home drunk attending an after party and gets all romantic and suggestive with y/n

⭑ “unresistible” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol bang chan, non-idol reader, mentions of drinking, drunk chan, established relationship (married), oral (f receiving), use of pet names (baby,honey,channie), releasing

⭑ note: let’s just say anon has taste because i had so much fun writing this. i hope you enjoy it!

⭑ minors dni

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you lay in bed staring at the screen of your phone, waiting for a call, a message, a photo but nothing came your way. as you turn to face the empty side of the bed your husband should be laying on, you hear the click of a door and one lock, two locks. his heavy footsteps approach the bedroom.

“hey baby”…

you continue to face the wall, hoping to let him know that you’re bothered by how late he arrived home. he promised he would be back before midnight on a night out with his friends, but it’s well past midnight and you waited patiently for him. the alcohol reeks off his body as he walks to face you and he happens to wear one of your favorite outfits: a black shirt and black trousers that you bought him on your second anniversary. it had the first letter of your name embroidered on the top of the shirt with a delicate, golden thread.

“i’m sorry baby, i just-“ his words trail off, knowing there was no success in making excuses. you glance at his face, feeling a sense of guilt. he has worked hard all week, and only hangs out with his friends on fridays to spend the weekend with you. he also was unresistible, always carrying a romantic and suggestive look in his eyes.

“it’s ok channie, get washed up and we can discuss it tommorow”

he reveals a small smile, and turns to the bathroom, undressing on his way there.

he lets out a long “aaah” as he plops his head on his pillow, hair still wet and straight. you couldn’t resist playing with his dark strands and twisting them with your fingers.

“i missed you baby, i’m sorry for being late” his hands grab yours and he places a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“it’s ok honey, as long as you had fun”

“mm, it was ok. nothing beats the fun i have with you” you both laugh at his remark

“what type of fun? you’ve always made fun of me for being a workaholic”

“ ‘yknow, when we wind down, and i get to have you for the night” he expresses, words slurred and spoken slow. his fingers trace your shoulder blades, and he lowers the sheets to place a kiss on the trails his fingers left. you feel a shudder run through your body and he moves up, to look back into your eyes. he always looked graceful when he’d come back home drunk, face flushed and eyes lustful. you place a peck on his lips and retract your head, only to feel his hand on the back of your neck bringing you back and locking lips with you, intertwining tongues and whispering “i’m sorry” and “i miss you baby” repetitively. you feel his hand moving down to grab at your shorts, grinning as if he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“you really want to do this now channie?”

“mhm, and why not? getting pussy drunk from you is better than any alcohol i can drink” and with that he dives under the sheets, pulling your shorts and underwear down, exposing your cunt to him. he trails kisses from your knees and down to your thighs, bringing them up to his shoulders. he hums in satisfaction before licking your wetness, letting a moan escape your parted mouth. his tongue explores you in all ways, curling inside your folds, rolling circles at your bud and flicking it.

“you’re so good baby”

“h-honey slow down, please” but he wouldn’t listen, rather he uses his fingers to play with your clit as he kisses and sucks your folds, leaving hickeys inside your thighs every so often. you grab at his, now damp, hair as your body prepares to release. your back arches and he pulls you back down, reaching your good spot countless times before you let out a final whimper of relief, your pussy dripping wet. chan let’s your sweet release coat his tongue and he swallows it, moving up to look at your sweaty face. he places a kiss on your forehead before grabbing napkins and helping you clean up.

you cuddle in his warmth, locking lips with him for what felt like hours. almost falling asleep in his arms, you gain consciousness of the situation again, laughing to yourself.

“how do i let you come home late and eat me out?”

“ ‘dunno baby, it seems like you can’t resist me”

you weren’t suprised he knew how your mind works. after all, he was your husband, and yours only.

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stvckwithaphobia · 1 year

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— PUNISHMENT [bang chan] 💵

content/warning. bang chan x female reader — securityguard!chan + shoplifter!reader — smut/pwp — dom/sub dynamics — rough sex — unprotected penetrative sex (don’t do this) — implied oral (m receiving) — sir kink — reader gets called slut, babygirl, good girl

word count. 1.0k

note. this is a reupload of my own post published on 22/10/02 on this blog — thank you so much for 100 followers and the generous feedback on my last post?? would have never expected it to gain so much success — I hope you will enjoy this one in case you come across this :)

important. minors do not interact, this is 18+ content — none of the characters are supposed to imitate real people, any coincidences with names and places are just for the sake of fiction — if you enjoy this content pls consider leaving a comment or reblogging this!

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It’s all wrong. All a big fucking stupid idea and you know it. Still, you can’t help it. Almost magically, the pair of glimmery shining earrings land inside your purse. You make sure no one notices.

But you don’t make sure of it enough.

Getting behind the barrier of the exit of the store is one thing—you’ve managed that part just fine.

Whereas leaving without the security guard witnessing the guilt hiding in your face is another level of obscurity.

“Ms, could I have a look inside your purse please?”

His voice startles you, quite loud but also not loud enough for the other customers to notice.

“W-Why do you need to do that?”

He takes two steps towards you, looking right into your face and getting aware of the anxiety plastered all over it. The name on his uniform reads ‘Christopher Bang’.

“Ms, I’ve seen you put some jewelry inside your bag. You can either open the purse now or follow me to the back room and we’ll discuss it there until the police officer arrives.”

You gulp. The big lump of saliva that has built up in your throat slides down—with the last piece of hope. But you won’t give up. You can’t. You’re deeply fucked. This is a whole shitshow and you’re the protagonist.

“No,” you simply say.

“Preferring the hard way? Alright, then please follow me.”

What are your options anyway? You’ve decided to choose the less embarrassing one, after all he would have caught you anyway. You're guilty. You're guilty and he knows it. You know it, too. A fucking bad job in hiding it is what you’re doing.

Only a small desk lamp enlightens the cramped room, a table is placed in the middle with a folding chair in front of it. Your breath hitches once you realise he’s standing right behind you, carefully tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. So it’s easier to whisper to you.

“I’ll give you an option here. Like a chance of redemption if you wanna call it that.”

You swallow again. His heavy breathing is drowned out by your heartbeat pulsating up into your ears. It’s deafening.

“W-What is that?”

The security guard’s big hand lands on your front upper thigh. Roughly he squeezes the flesh through the thick material of your jeans but you don’t deny any of his actions—it’s rather the opposite. The anticipation is killing you and you’re striving for more.

“You can seek your punishment here, with me, and I’ll forget about what you did earlier.”

The idea shoots a tingling sensation straight down to your core. You’re helpless. You’re defeated. But you’re eager for what’s yet to come.

“Okay.”

Chris is surprised about you agreeing so quickly but he doesn’t mind at all. His hot breath still lingers on your skin, goosebumps erupt all over it.

“We’re gonna establish some rules beforehand. First of all, watch your manners and the way you address me.”

Whilst the words echo into your ears and you need some time to realise what he’s saying, Chris is already busy fiddling with the buttons on your shirt. He opens them one by one so the cold air can slowly hit your hot skin underneath.

“Okay, sir.”

The black fabric lands on the floor, pooling on the ground all pathetically just like the remaining bits of your pride. With one swift motion he gets rid of your bralette, as it’s being thrown down as well. Your tits now on full display he grabs them roughly, pinching the sensitive bud between two of his fingers.

“You’re a quick learner, I see. Good girl.” He spins you around, all suddenly, so he’s able to place you on top of the cold metal table. Then he gets closer until his lips brush your ear again. “If you want me to stop anytime, just say the word ‘red‘.”

You quickly nod, holding your breath before you reply all quietly, “Yes, sir.”

And that’s how you find yourself—merely a few moments later—being pushed onto the cold table, face first meeting the wooden material. Your makeup is smudged and ruined by now but your looks are the last thing you care about.

Chris is the master of his element, the way he’s thrusting his big cock in and out your tight walls drives you to oblivion. His movements are sharp but steady, his hands grab your hip and neck to keep you in place just like he enjoys.

“Naughty slut deserves to be punished for doing something so wrong,” he whispers into your ear once he lowers his weight onto you.

“You shouldn’t have let me catch you, baby, that’s what you get for it.”

You arch your back and want to answer. But with the way he brushes that certain spot inside you, the realization hits you—you’re not capable of taking any control and you don’t want to.

“Say it, babygirl, confess about what you did and I’ll let you cum, hm? How does that sound? I know you’re close, no need to try to fool me.”

Slap. His hand collides with your ass—one of Chris’s attempts to bring you back to the present again.

“Okay—yes, sir, I did s-steal those earrings. I am d-deeply s-sorry. Please, I’ll do w-whatever you want—just l-let me cum already,” you stutter as your eyes meet the back of your head in satisfaction.

“Then go on, be a good girl and show me that you’re able to follow my rules.”

So you do. Your vision gets blinded by overwhelmness and glittery stars as you come undone, creaming all over his cock. Chris lets you ride out your high whilst your cunt keeps clenching around him, almost triggering his own climax.

Once he’s made sure you’ve somehow calmed down a bit, he pulls out of you—mixtures of your liquids and his precum splashing onto the floor and slowly running down your inner thighs.

“You said you’ll do anything, hm? Then go on your knees for me, slut. Be a good girl and suck me off.”

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