NCT Dream Reaction | You Hug Them All The Time

NCT Dream Reaction | You Hug Them All the Time

Warning: Fluff(?), sweet content, NCT Dream is cute.

Mark:

When Mark Lee first met Lee Donghyuck, he was appalled by his odd acts of affection. Now though, he’s gotten so used to them that he barely reacts to them. He only thought this was just a Dongsookie thing. When you first showed him acts of affection, such as excessive hugging, he was confused. Your acts made you seem too much like Haechan, which didn’t seem at all possible.

After a while, Mark  began to love your actions and yours alone which made Donghyuck a little jealous.

Renjun:

Renjun is a very cute little bunny, which means that he loves your hugs. The thought alone of you wrapping your precious arms around his neck, waist and/or back would put him such a happy mood.

In all honesty, your hugs were his safe-zone. When he feels lonely (kind of hard when he’s on tour but the two of you manage), when he’s angry, when he’s sad, when he’s stressed, when he’s tired, really for everything.

Sometimes, he falls asleep in your arms, with you not far behind. The other members take advantage of this by snapping pictures and posting them onto their shared Twitter account.

Jeno:

The first time you bear hugged Jeno on accident, he fell in love with your warm embrace. He lives for your hugs. No one really knows how he could survive without them. Everyday, he would make sure he received twenty or more long bear hugs from you. If he didn’t, he’d either panic or make you give him hugs.

It becomes much at times, but it’s his way of showing how much he loves you.

Without you knowing, he brings a stuffed bear with him on tour. This bear he named after you, which he squeezes between his chest and arms before he sleeps.

When he sees you waiting for him at the airport when he returns from tour, he runs to you at a speed that would put Lightning McQueen to shame. He wouldn’t care who’s watching or recording, he’s just happy that you’re the one in his life.

Haechan:

Donghyuck is so salty, bratty, sassy, sarcastic and savage that the Bratz Kids even bow down to him in honor. This also means that he thinks he’s the cutest and best of all NCT Dream members (probably out of the entire band). 

When you first started excessively hugging him, he gave you nasty looks, replying with, “What are you doing? That’s my job. I’m the cute one in this relationship.”

He would tease you endlessly about your hugging, but he secretly loves it, and wishes that he could stay in your arms forever. Sometimes, without you knowing, he’d crawl into your bed at night and lie on top of you so that he could get a feel of your warm embrace again.

Jaemin:

Jaemin is a fluff ball, and is very happy that he’s the only one you hug. You’re soft hugs are so addicting that he’s actually concerned that if you hug someone else, that he’d never get to hug you ever again.

Call him concerned, but he loves you unconditionally, and your hugs are a huge bonus in your fairytale-like relationship.

He gets so flustered and happy when you tackle him at the most random of times. Even when it’s just after practice, and he’s dripping with sweat, he still appreciates your hugs, despite how in the back of his mind he’s screaming at you for hugging him while he’s filthy.

Chenle:

Your habit of hugging him all the time is part of his daily routine. He doesn’t really care when or where you decide to hug him, as long as it’s you hugging him.

Chenle is a very soft fluffball and needs all the affection he can get, so you’re his personal hug bank. 

You’re around the Dream dorms more often than you think, which is a really good thing considering that none of the members, besides Jisung, want to give Chenle hugs anymore. This is their break and your favorite job ever.

Jisung:

You cling onto him like he’s the air you breathe, which he is. Your little maknae can sometimes get tired of your hugs, but it’s all part of the gig. If he wants the girl, he also gets the hugs.

The good thing about the habit is that Donghyuck can finally leave your precious baby alone. The only thing he does is tease him, so you hugging him is like claiming your territory.

You and Haechan are both puppies to the max and now that Jisung is yours, you won’t put up with his excessive clinginess.

☆.。.:*・°You’re Haechan in the gif.☆.。.:*・°

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NCT Dream MTL to Date Someone with Blonde Hair

Disclaimer: This is all based on my personal opinion. Thank you.

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● about me ●

Just some basic things about your basic girl.

Basics

Y’all can call me Lemon

kinda lowkey bisexual

Gryffindor // INTJ // Libra // Bastet

Aesthetic wanna be

Your typical blondie

Don’t question me lol

i call everyone “babe” so don’t @ me

K-pop

Basics

I got into kpop in 2016

The first song I ever listened to was EXO’s Monster

I’m a huge NCT stan (mostly dream)

There’s really not a lot to say

i’m actually obsessed with skz’s miroh album rn and i cant

Biases

Ult! Bias: Mark Lee

Astro’s Minhyuk

Ateez’s Yunho

B.A.P.’s Yongguk (babe rip)

BLACKPINK’s Lalisa

Block B’s Jiho

BTS’s Hoseok

CLC’s Yeeun

Day6′s Jaehyung

EXO’s Chanyeol

(G)I-DLE’s Soyeon

GOT7′s Jackson

iKon’s Hanbin

ITZY’s Yeji

KARD’s Matthew

MOMOLAND’s Hyebin

MONSTA X’s Wonho

NCT U’s Jungwoo

NCT 127’s Johnny

NCT Dream’s Jaemin

Pentagon’s Hyojong

Red Velvet’s Yerim

Seventeen’s Hansol

SF9’s Inseong

Stray Kids’ Felix

Super Junior’s Donghae

TWICE’s Jungyeon

WayV’s Hendery

WINNER’s Jinwoo

Albums I Own

NCT 2018 - Empathy [Dream ver.]

Stray Kids - I am NOT [I AM ver.]

NCT Dream - We Young

NCT Dream - We Go Up

ATEEZ - [Treasure EP.1: All to Zero]

Lightsticks I Own

NCT/WAYV (if they’re even giving wayv one cuz sm is being a bitch)

Oranges || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: there was one person you never though you would trust your life with: your brother’s best friend. however all of that changes when a certain confession is revealed.

⇢ requested: can you make a stray kids bang chan smut where the reader is 3 years younger than chan (so the reader is 18 years old, legal age) and the reader likes chan but believes he doesn't like her back cause the age difference, so she starts to avoid him and he gets annoyed. he then confronts her and happy ending.

⇢ genre: angst; fluff; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 2270

⇢ warnings: mentions of dugs and alcohol; swearing; fluff; light smut (brief car smut, pet names)

⇢ note: i’m super duper sorry this took forever. i hope you enjoy it though. 

Ever since you were little, you hated your brother with a burning passion. You never has the confidence to yell at him for all the wrongs he made you go through, since he was the only family you had. You were afraid of leaving, because that mean being all alone in a world filled with torture and pain.

Since your elder brother was in charge of you, you had to listen to whatever he said. As well, you had to hang out with his friends practically everyday after school. You’re house was the safe haven for his crackhead friends, which you never really cared for. However, there was one who intrigued you since the very beginning. His name, Chris Bang, however everyone called him Chan.

He was quiet, reserved, mysterious. You were drawn towards him in such a peculiar way that it really baffled you. Chan was more distant from the group, but you knew he had ideas and theories he wanted to share. Feeling yourself grow more comfortable with his awkward self, you began to talk to the elder.

Sure he was three years older than you, but the two of you clicked almost immediately. Chan even admitted it to you that he wanted to find another clique, however he wanted to say good bye to you before he would. Your brother and his friends were getting more into drugs and alcohol the older and more mature you got. You really didn’t blame him for wanting to leave, however he still never told you why he wanted to say good bye to you. You were just a nobody, who never interacted with him before. Chan though refused to tell you why, so you dropped it.

Time had passed and it was now the end of your senior year. You were eighteen, almost nineteen and Chan had become legal and graduated from high school long before you. You’re friendship turned into unknown crushes. You started crushing on the brunet not long after you met properly. However, due to him being much older than you, you thought he would never like you the way you liked him. It pained you to imagine this, so you distanced yourself from him.

Chan felt the effects more and more everyday. Every text to you was either ignored or received a minimal reply. He didn’t know why you were acting in such a bizarre manner, and he hated it with a burning passion. You were his rock, his light, his everything. He needed you; only you drifted farther and farther away. He had to fix this, and fast.

So that’s where you find yourself: behind the school, cornered by the masculine body of your crush.

“Chan what the fuck are you doing here?! My brother graduated, you know tha—”

He let out a low growl, “I’m not looking for your brother. Why are you ignoring me.”

“What?”

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me Y/n?! You know that you mean a lot to me, I thought we were close. I though we were friends.” You could see a twinkle of grief mixed with abandoned hope in his chocolate brown eyes. It pained you, only he could never know.

You tried to walk away, but he prevented you even more. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This was bad. You needed to leave, or things would turn for the worst. “Chan I have to go home, I need to study for a test. Let me go.”

He grabbed you by the jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “You know I care for you Y/n. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you intentionally. What did I do? Is it your brother? Is someone messing around with you at school? Testing? Please, baby, tell me.”

That. That right there. That nickname which he carelessly used in a platonic relationship. That word that killed you every time you heard it. That word that made you fall for him a hundred times harder. Baby.

“Chan, please, I have to g—”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

You froze in place. He had never used that tone before. Only once, when your brother beat you. He had come home drunk and high off of something you didn’t think he would touch. However, it happened. Chan took him home, in fear of him passing out on the street. The first time the two of you really talked. You had forgotten to clean his room, due to homework, and he snapped. Luckily though, Chan stopped him before he could do anything more to hurt you. That was the only time he had ever used that tone of voice. 

Except for now, and it terrified you. You felt your throat dry up, your hands get sweaty, your heartbeat race. You were scared, but you felt this rush of adrenaline which had never come this strong. You liked it.

Peering up from the ground, you hesitantly made eye contact with Chan, a burning hatred in his eyes. “I hate it when people call me Chan. You know my goddamn name Y/n, so use it.”

Chris. You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. It was such a common name, but it had an important significance to it. It was the name of the cutest guy on earth, so you couldn’t bring yourself to say it, in fear that you would fall for him more.

“You know I ca—” He pushed your body flat against the wall. You’re chests smashed together.

“I know you can Y/n, and whether or not you think you can, I know you can. Now, baby, say my name.” His breath was hot against your ear, the tip of his nose brushing against your skin. You were intoxicated, entranced, in love. You said it, but not in the way you were hoping.

Letting out a soft moan, you cried, “Fuck Chris, take me.”

Time stopped. The birds stopped singing, the crickets stopped chirping, the guy mowing the lawn nearby ceased the noise. Time sat still, and you immediately regretted it. The two of you stood there a bit, shocked by your answer. You hesitantly gulped, your heart in your mouth. Thinking fast, you pushed your way out of Chris’ grasp.

You couldn’t handle it anymore, you couldn’t look at him again. This was it, this was the e—

You were stopped by Chris pulling you closer to him again, placing your lips on his own plump ones. Oranges. He tasted and smelled like oranges. You waned to kiss him back so desperately, however you held yourself back, confused at his actions.

He pulled away, hand cupping your cheek. He gazed longingly into your eyes. “Y/n, please don’t leave me, okay? You may not understand now, but I can’t live without you. You complete me, Y/n. I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, it couldn’t be true, could it? The boy you had a crush on for years confessed to you? Seriously? “No, no, no. That’s not how it’s supposed to go.” You countered.

Chris looked at you, his puppy eyes beaming with confusion.

“No, I was supposed to tell you ‘I love you’ first. That’s how this was going supposed to happen, not the other way around.” You poured everything out in just a split moment.

“Wait, wait. You like me?” Chris let go of you, running his fingers through his hair. 

You shook your head. “‘Love’, you idiot. Yes, I kind of love you.”

Chris rose an eyebrow. “Do you ‘love me’ or do you ‘kind of love me’, Y/n. You have to choose, not say both.”

You blushed, staring at the floor. “I... I love you, Chris.” You fidgeted with your fingers. 

Chris walked over to you, towering over your figure in the school’s parking lot. The faint smell of oranges wafted in the air. 

He chuckled at your flustered state. “So, you love me so much to the point where you want me to—let’s see if I remember correctly—‘take you’?” A permanent smirk stuck to his face.

You stood there, face heating up. Your throat went dry, palms sweaty, heartbeat quickened. Shit.

Chris grabbed you by the waist. He leaned in close to your left ear, “Because if that offer is still on the table, my car isn’t that far from here.” You could feel him smirk against your skin, a jolt of excitement coursed through your veins. You felt your breathing hitch, his fingers tailing up your arm.

“Hell yeah.” 

Chris’ hand grabbed yours firmly, guiding you to the senior parking. Why he parked there, you didn’t know. You didn’t care. He was beside you again, and you shared each other’s feelings, which excited you. “Chris?”

He turned to you, his hand on the handle of the door. Eyebrow raised, he asked: “What’s wrong baby?”

You gulped, heartbeat rising by the second. “Are you okay with this? I mean, I don’t want you to be forced into something you do—” 

He silenced you with a kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist. You pulled him in close, fingers leafing through his curly brown locks. He deepened the kiss, opening the car door and laying you down in the back, not breaking the kiss the whole time. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he closed the door, leaving the two of you alone.

He grabbed your waist tightly, a reaction to you pulling on his hair roughly. You groaned into his lips as he grinded on you, the friction building up. The atmosphere was thick with lust, and you couldn’t help yourself but slightly tug at the hem of his shirt. Thankfully he got the signal and quickly took his shirt off, throwing it in the passenger seat. He grabbed yours shortly after, struggling to take it off for you. Seconds later, Chris gave up, lust getting the best of him. He tore your shirt in half, promising to give you his hoodie afterwards. You giggled as he placed his hand over the clasp of your bra, releasing your girls from the restraints.

You felt yourself get flustered, this has never happened before to you. Even with your previous boyfriends, you never let them go farther than making out, but with Chris you were ready to give yourself to him in a split second. You felt comfortable with him, a bit to comfortable for your liking.

“Chris, I don’t know about th—“ He placed another kiss to your lips, pulling away and eyeing your chest.

“Baby, princess, kitten, I love you to death, you have no fucking idea. If you don’t want to do this now, I completely understand. I’ll wait as long as you want me too. Okay? I’ll put your needs before my own any day.” He looked into your eyes, waiting for you to reject him, but you grabbed him by the cheeks, pulling him into another kiss.

“I can’t wait for you anymore, I love you too much.” He smiled at you, kissing your right cheek, then your left. His lips hovered over your own. You leaned into him, needing his lips. The taste of oranges lingered on your lips as he dove down, prying your bottoms off your legs. You were left only in your peachy lingerie underwear, Chris still clothed from the bottom down.

“Fuck, Chris, I need you to touch me.” You groaned in pain, your core screaming in agony. You needed him, and you needed him now.

You looked into his chocolate brown eyes as he dipped yet lower again. He didn’t break eye contact as he slowly peeled the fabric off your heat, exposing you to the cool air in the car. Your breath hitched as he attacked you, mouth violating you in the most pleasurable of ways. You always knew he had a way with his tongue, but were shocked that it was this amazing.

Your hips buckled towards the roof of the car, you were reaching your peak from just a few minutes. He was that good. He stopped his movements, prying his bottoms off, replacing his tongue with his cock. You gasped, the pressure was unbearable. You dug your nails into his back, adjusting to his length. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, leaving slight love marks all over it, trying your hardest not to scream.

You could feel Chris get to the point of no return. You screamed as he released, collapsing on top of your body, face resting in your chest. Your legs gave out, your hands immediately coming up to Chris’ head, playing with the curls resting upon it. The two of you stayed like that, exposed in the back of a car.

“Baby, I love you, you know that right?” Chris mumbled against your skin. You chuckled quietly.

“I love you too Chris, now I need to get changed or I’m never going to study for my test.” You urged him off of you, earning a pout from the older. 

“What? No! You’re fine!” He sat up as you placed your bra on, grabbing his orange hoodie. 

“Chris, I’m naked.”

“Yeah, and you’re beautiful with and without clothes so stay with me please?” A fond smile grew on his face.

You laughed before throwing his clothes in his direction. “Shut up and take me home you idiot.”

“Only if you become my girlfriend.” He stopped you from opening the door, you being fully clothed and all.

“You still haven’t taken me on a date yet.”

“Shit, you want to do that now? A study date?” He wiggled his eyebrows earning an eyeroll from you. “What?”

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NCT Dream as Stray Kids Songs

A/N: I am waiting for this interaction, so yeah.

Mark Lee: District 9

Huang Renjun: Mirror

Lee Jeno: Grrr

Lee Donghyuck: Hellevator

Na Jaemin: YAYAYA

Zhong Chenle: Young Wings

Park Jisung: Grow Up

Think About It pt.1 || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: you were never one for parties, drinking or even sex. how could you? you were a virgin, not even having your first kiss yet. sure you had just turned eighteen, but there was no one out there for you. that is until the school’s certified bad boy takes a notice to your existence. (high school au)

⇢ genre: angst; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 3053

⇢ warnings: swearing; smut (semi-public sex, wall sex, mild praise kink)

⇢ note: chris is a whole ass snack fight me. so sorry that this is short.

Fuck. Life can’t get any better than this.

This is your last year, your senior year of high school. God it’s frustrating. Exams, friendships, collage, work, sex. Woah! Way off course there. Where has your head been?

Life was chaos. Life was shit. Nothing could change your mind.

It was your last period of the day, calculus. Finally, time to sleep. You’re calculus teacher never cared what the class did, but since it was everyone’s last year, everyone worked at their own pace. Some kids would team up and work together while your teacher watched reruns of Young and The Restless on her laptop.

Sighing, you placed your junk on an empty desk. You ran your fingers in your hair before plopping down in your seat. The stress of school finally caught up with you, and it was over whelming.

Shaking your head, you took out your textbook and notebook and started working.

34. Solve and show your work.

F(s) = L(f(t) = 0¥ e -st f(t) dt

You looked at your book in shock. When in the world would you ever use this?Groaning, you slammed your head into the desk. You were never going to get through this year. It would take a miracle.

You brought your head back up to do your work, but met eyes with the school’s legendary bad boy. He had a whole gang behind him, most being freshmen and sophomores. Sure he was hot, but he was deadly. Anyone who crossed paths with him would be obliterated. His name? Chris Bang. However, he made sure that everyone called him Bang Chan, or Chan for short. 

Girls drooled on him. He was a player, a ‘fuck boy’ if you will. You were even surprised how he had relationships with four teachers, half of the students in school, and managed to keep straight A’s. It was amazing how he still hasn’t failed. Remember how if someone crosses Chris that they’d be a pancake? Well they’d never see the sun ever again if they crossed any of his kids. Stray Kids, that’s what they called themselves. They never played by the rules of the system, making sure that the schools knew that everything was bullshit. They were a glitch in the matrix. The rules didn’t apply to them.

He looked at you for a second before standing up, moving over to you, a smirk played on his lips. The classroom went silent, waiting for him to do something.

Noticing the change in the atmosphere, he yelled, “Hey, can’t a guy get some privacy?” With that, the room went back to it’s chatty self. 

The elder grabbed a chair, placing it in front of your desk, settling himself so that his legs were on wither side of the head. The classic ‘fuck you’ position.

He placed his head on your book, blocking your view from the problem. You frowned angrily. “Can you move?”

He looked up at you, his curly, dyed hair fell over his eyes a bit, making his usual hard look soft.

“No. I like it here, so sorry.” He shifted a bit, moving over your textbook a bit more. 

Giving up, you slumped back into your seat, arms crossed over your chest. He stayed there staring into your eyes. He was intimidating, no wonder he got away with literally anything. He could have Kim Kardashian give him a house with a single look. You gulped nervously, he was too intimidating, it was unsettling. You must’ve been cowering in your seat because he softened his gaze on you. It was only then when you noticed that his eyes were a soft brown shade.

“So, I hear that you’re still a virgin.”

You gulped looking around, making sure no one else could hear you. You lowered your voice down to a whisper, “Who the fuck told you that.”

Chris put his hands up in surrender, lifting his head from your desk. “Rumors spread fast around here, but I guess that it isn’t a rumor, it’s the truth.” He raised an eyebrow, daring for you to deny it.

Anger boiled up inside of you, your blood reached unnatural temperatures. You struggled to keep from punching him square in the face. “Fine, what do you want from me.”

Chris smirked at you, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Just wondering if it’s boring being one. You know, loosing it is actually pretty fun. Call me if you ever need a release.” He slipped a folded piece of paper into your jacket pocket.

With that he was back at his previous seat, with two other guys, one with with purplish-silver hair, the other had strawberry blonde hair. 

Placing your hand in your pocket, you fished out the piece of paper. Unfolding it it read:

(xxx-xxx-xxxx)

Think about it sweet cheeks - B.Chan

Rolling your eyes, you placed it back into your pocket, trying to focus on your work. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you were urging yourself to text him. He was fine with it, you needed a break, it was your senior year. Everything was fine.

A minute before the bell rang, you took out your phone, plugging in the number.

To: xxx-xxx-xxxx

(1:34 pm) Meet me behind the school today, near the construction site. - Y/n

You closed your phone, watching Chris to see his reaction. His phone buzzed in his pocket, reaching in, he read the text. A second later, he looked up at you and winked. 

Feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment, you turned away, walking over to the door, leaving the classroom.

The hallways finally emptied when Chris left the room, trying not to draw any attention to himself. He couldn’t believe that you were truly up for it. He never really tried to target virgins, but something drew him to you. It may have been that he’s never done it with a virgin and you were possibly the only one left at school. It could have been how unnaturally pretty you were. Well, whatever it was, he was entranced by you. He needed you, more than he’s ever needed anyone else. It was shocking to even him. Woojin noticed his bizarre behavior, and urged him to go for it. 

So that’s what he was doing. However he couldn’t help but feel nervous. Why was he nervous? There should be no reason for it. He’s had sex so many other times with people younger and older than him, so why was he nervous?

Before he could even think about why, he reached the back of the school, where you were waiting. You looked so pretty, hair tied back, loose strands in your face. Plump, pink lips perfect for kissing. You’re cute button nose. He had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the wall of the school. However there was a bit of common decency in him that waited for your consent.

You shifted back from foot to foot, nervous. “Um, so-” You were silenced by a finger on your lips. Chris had moved closer to you, so close that you could feel his warm breath lightly fan your face. The atmosphere thickened quickly.

“Trust me on this Y/n, I know what I’m doing. Just try not to moan too loudly. You got that baby?” He tilted you chin up to make you look in his eyes. You nodded slightly. “Good, are you sure about this?”

He was a gentleman when he wanted to, but you snapped out of it, remembering that he didn’t care.

You nodded, feeling Chris place his lips on yours. Fireworks. That’s all you could feel as the two of you melted into each other. He was intoxicating. He smelled of sandalwood and tasted of oranges with a hint of rosemary. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. So this was the kiss of legends. The kiss that made people question their own beliefs. You loved it.

Chris placed his arms around your waist, bringing your body closer to his. You laced your fingers through his soft locks, wishing that you could do that forever. The kiss was getting so heated that you pulled away, forehead resting on his. The two of you were a panting mess. His arms hovered over yours, creeping up to your cheeks. He held you in his hands, urging you to kiss him again.

You pounced. He was your air, your oxygen. Without him, you’d be dead. You needed him, and he you.

Chris must have been feeling needy because he brushed his tongue against your bottom lip, asking you for permission to enter. Feeling submissive, you obliged. Thought of the act made you cringe before, but experiencing it now was a drug. He explored your mouth, not missing one nook or cranny. 

The clothes on you began to restrict your actions, making them harder for you to melt into his touch. Pulling away, you stared into his lust filled eyes.

“Chan, I need you.” You panted for a second, catching your breath.

With that, he grabbed the hem of your light blue top, lifting it over your head. The warm air on your stomach and breasts made you shiver with anticipation. Chris wasn’t meeting your eyes, but your round, perky chest. You were always self conscious about your body, but the second Chris started admiring you, you reached a whole new level of confidence.

Hesitantly, he licked his lips, practically drooling over you. “C-can I?” He slowly raised his hand, stopping just before he grabbed your left breast to look you in the eyes. He may be a fuck boy, but he was acting more mature than usual in this moment.

This was it. It’s now or never. “Yeah.” You nodded as well, just for reassurance.

Chris’ eyes grew wide as he softly cupped you. His hands were huge; they  looked so perfect resting on your chest. You gasped at the touch, shocked that this would be it. There’s no going back.

He wrapped his empty hand behind your back, releasing you of your confinements in a split second. He let go of you, letting you slide it off your arms. It fell to the ground, leaving your top completely exposed to the outside world. Fuck, the outside world. You immediately covered your boobs with your arms, feeling the insult come at you from your family, friends, teachers, even strangers.

Chris placed his hand back to your cheek. “Y/n, if you don’t want to do this then that’s fine.”

You shook your head. “Just strip already so we can get this over with. I have to be home soon so my mom doesn’t question where I’ve been.” You could feel your cheeks grow a light shade of pink.

No other words had to be shared before Chris stripped himself of his shirt and shorts, leaving him in his boxers. Damn was he toned. You knew he worked out often but you didn’t know she was ripped.

Gulping, you shimmied your way out of your pants, leaving yourself in only a pair of lacy underwear.

You were about to make a move on the elder once again, but he stopped you. “Listen here, if you want to have sex, there can’t be anything covering you, okay sweet cheeks?”

You frowned. “Well that goes for you too Chan.” You moved your hands down to your hips, dragging the thin piece of cloth off of you. Thank the lord I just shaved last night.

Chris smirked at you, admiring your naked body in all it’s glory. He could devour you right then and there, and he’d probably beg you for seconds. How did he not see you before? You were and angel, a total babe. What was wrong with him?

He made himself look away from you, determined to finally taste you before you ran off crying. He slid off his boxers, exposing himself to you.

You’re eyes went big. Dang he had a nice package. It wasn’t to big or too small. He was just the right size for your first and, probably, last fuck. The perfect size. He was pretty well trimmed as well, nothing too crazy.

You gulped. Shit.

Before you could do anything, Chris stepped over to you, no more than three inches apart from you. “Princess, do you want me?” Nod. “Do you need me?” Another nod. “Then get ready for the fuck of your life.”

You laughed. “Don’t get too cocky there Chan.”

He chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender. “My last name is Bang for a reason you know.”

You smiled, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck again, pulling him in close for a kiss. Naturally that kiss went heated the second it started. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss more. You broke for air.

“Jump baby.” Hearing this term used daily at school, you obliged, wrapping your exposed legs around his bare torso. The kiss resumed almost instantly before he place your back gently against the wall of the school. You moaned, feeling him place his plump lips on your neck. He traveled around, trying to find your sweet spot. Once he hit it, you gasped, leafing your fingers though his locks, gripping on firmly.

You felt him smirk against your skin, he moved lower, towards your breasts. Teasing one of them fondly. He pinched your hard nipple, moans escaping your lips. He began to massage it as he placed his mouth on the other, tasting your sweet breasts.

You placed your head on the wall, eyes closed, “Chan, please. Don’t stop.”

He released your breast from his mouth with a loud pop. “Chris. Fuck, call me Chris.”

He couldn’t believe he just said that. He’s never asked a girl to call him by his first name during sex. It was unholy. Almost as if he would loose part of his soul if they called him by his real name. However with you, he needed to hear you moan his name. Just the anticipation alone was killing him.

Chris went back to having his mouth on your breast, sucking. You gasped. “Chris. God, yes!”

He couldn’t help but feel his boner come faster than usual. He tried to restrain himself, but with you panting his name, he couldn’t help it, and you felt it.

You grabbed Chris by his cheeks, forcing him off your breast. You missed the contact already. “Chris, I don’t have all day. Take me already.”

“Yes princess.” He smirked, grabbing himself and positioning it at your entrance. He stopped, remembering the condom. Quickly, he let go to you, knees on the ground to fumble through his pants’ pockets.

He grabbed one triumphantly, un wrapping it before placing it on his length, making his way back to you. You jumped back on him, feeling the contact of the rubber on your heat.

Gasping, you looked at Chris in his eyes.

“Baby, look at me. I want you to look at me when I cum in you okay?” You nodded, felling him slowly push himself into you.

Fuck it hurt. You were being ripped alive. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, scratching his back, trying not to scream in pain.

“Fuck baby, you’re doing so good. Just a bit more just me. Don’t worry baby.” His soft whispers made you feel safe when you knew you shouldn’t have.

He fit himself inside you, he stretched you out, god you couldn’t fit anymore. Panting, you released your nails from his back, feeling better that the pain had subsided.

“Ready of the real fun Kitten?” Kitten? Where did that come from? He was no longer in control of his actions. nicknames and actions spewed out of him like they were used regularly, yet he’s never even considered them as a though before. Not even going to lie, both of you loved it. 

Slowly, Chris began to move, small thrusting, to get you adjusted to his size. You couldn’t help but beg for more. The pleasure was surreal. No wonder so many kids ditched school for it. Sex was more addicting than drugs or alcohol.

“Chris, faster. God faster, please.” You felt the grip on your waist tighten as he sped up his case, faster and faster.

“Fuck baby you’re so perfect. Yes, fuck. You like that? Shit.” He panted in your ear, making you feel pleasure all the way down to your toes.

The moment was perfect. The pleasure the two of you felt was insane. You needed him. More. You removed yourself from his shoulders, looking at him in the eyes. The amount of affection the two of you had towards each other made you question your every belief in relationships. His eyes shone not only lust, but something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Princess, I’m going to come okay? Fuck you’re so tight!” He lowered his head, regaining consciousness. 

Feeling the courage to spice things up a bit, you tightened yourself around his length. He couldn’t control himself, he released his seed in you, filling you up to the brim. Moans and yells escaped both of your lips. You collapsed into his arms, being released from your high.

He played you down, trying to regain the strength to stand again. He took off the condom, tossing it into the sewer not too far from you.

You couldn’t believe it. You just had sex with the school’s bad boy, and it was heaven.

About a half an hour went by, the two of you lying down on the grass, naked, behind the school, recovering from probably the best sex you’ll ever have. The silence was comfortable, until Chris got up, grabbing his clothes and dressing himself. You sat up, watching him cover his perfectly toned body. Of course, you were just another one of his daily fucks,

“Hey, perhaps tomorrow, if you're not busy, maybe you’d like to get coffee or something. I’m not really used to doing this. I don’t know, maybe I’m still high from your body or something, but I’d like to see you again.” He winked at you. “Think about it sweet cheeks.”

With that, he walked away, leaving you alone to your thoughts. Perhaps this wouldn’t be the worst year of your life.

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