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in which chris allows you to be his subby, needy girl.

╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader ╰┈➤ smut warnings: dom!chris, sub!reader, bEGGING, incredibly needy oc… like fucking chill ig, degradation + praise combo *sweats*, daddy kink, sub-space, oc cries a lot, cunnilingus, raw sex, breeding, i'm so jealous of the dirty talk like why can't someone say shit like this to me 🙄, namecalling (slut/whore), aftercare !! ╰┈➤ word count: 2.5k

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you were practically whimpering like a needy mutt, legs quivering as you force your small digits further into your sopping pussy, curling them up like how they say it. 

it wasn't enough. 

you cry, and cry, and cry, tears pooling around your eyes as stray hairs cover your eyes. "fuck," you whine, chewing on your bottom lip as you tightly close your eyes. it was too much, yet nothing at the same time. 

you need someone. you need to be filled. you need someone to take charge. to dominate you. to take care of you. 

you had no other option, but him. 

"chris..." you mewl, his name involuntarily spilling out of your mouth. you fuck yourself harder, and with your other hand, you roll your nipples around while pinching. "s-shit, chris, chris, chris," you pant his name, wanting nothing more but him. 

initially, you had this one rule you will not, under any circumstance, fall for your roommate. hell, he was usually not around anyway since he was working day and night in his studio, being a producer for a band. but whenever he would be present, that man had no remorse to walk around half-naked in his usual black sweatpants. you'd catch him flex his biceps every time he would catch you staring for too long, making your face flush in embarrassment. 

he was a pain in the ass, too. a tease. would never leave you alone if he had nothing to do. one minute you're folding your laundry, which requires your utmost concentration. then this man would just ruin your neat pile of underwear. 

but no matter how much you despise him at times, you need to feel him. you need to feel how his big, warm hands would feel caressing down your body, kneading your breasts, his fingers curling inside you. 

"nnggh--" your back arches, mouth open as a loud moan escapes. you think about his broad, muscular back, imagining how it would look like when you dig your nails into his pale skin. would he like it? would he like the pain? 

you were on the verge of actually crying. you were thinking about nothing else other than chris, your craving for him getting bigger and bigger as each second felt like hours. you can't hold it in any longer. 

waddling down the hallway and wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, you turn the door handle. with a gulp, you quietly and slowly push the door open. 

your eyes were met with his figure laying on his bed, wearing all-black shorts and a hoodie. thankfully, he had his headset on as he was clicking away on his laptop, probably working on something. 

that meant he didn't hear your moans, right? 

but chris wasn't as distracted as you wanted him to be, because as soon as the door opens just enough until you can come inside, he lays his eyes on you. 

first, he looks into your eyes. dark brown irises feeling as though they were lasers burning into your soul. he quirks an eyebrow up in surprise, mouth open as he was almost about to say something -- until he looks down. 

chris coughs, closing his eyes for a brief second to regain composure. he shakes his head, "w-what are you... y/n?" 

"chris, please..." you take initiative, walking towards his bed. 

he removes his headset and places his laptop on his bedside table, all the while not removing eye contact with you. 

"are you okay? hey, hey, hey, sweetheart--" he backs himself up into the headboard once you started crawling to him on all fours. chris notices the different glint in your eyes. you looked as if you were about to cry with eyebrows creased, and the corners of your mouth drooping. your hair was a mess and your face was flushed. 

it could only mean one thing, he supposes. 

"please touch me," you barely even whisper to the point that only your nose could've heard. 

chris spreads his legs so that you could come to him even closer. you thank the heavens that he didn't push you away. 

"sweetheart," his voice was low as he uses his right hand to stroke the side of your face. with that slightest touch, you mewl. tilting your head into the palm of his hand. 

"oh, wow," chris mumbles, feeling his cock starting to ache and harden. "you okay, hm? what do you want?" 

as if all the energy was sucked out of your soul, you didn't verbally reply. instead, you make yourself comfortable on his lap as you straddle him, nuzzling your face into his neck. "fuck," you cry, inhaling his musky scent which made you even dizzier than before. "c-chris, i can't. i can't." 

everything happened so fast that chris could not even comprehend that you were grinding your bare cunt along the fabric of his shorts. 

"you can't what, y/n?" 

he knows the answer. it was obvious from the way you were acting. but he needed you to say it. as the massive tease that he is, he pushes your buttons. 

"can't...fuck." 

"you can do it. i'm not gonna touch you if you don't say it." 

"i can't fucking cum!" a single tear finally falls down your cheek, looking at chris straight in the eye. "i need you so fucking much, you don't know how much i need you, chris. i need you so bad. i need your cock, your hands, your mouth, fuck... anything! anything, please. i want to be fucked by you, please. i want you to make me cum..."

so adorable, chris thinks. 

"good girl, good girl, c'mon now, shhh," chris smirks, "i've got you, i've got you." 

chris lays you down on your back, wasting no time hiking your shirt up and off your body. you shiver, feeling his hands grope your breasts, just like how you've imagined. in an instant, he leans in and sucks on your hardened nipple, making you throw your head back in pleasure. his wet tongue flicks against it continuously, your hips bucking up in return. 

"shit, don't stop," you whimper, your hands clawing onto his curly locks. chris groans at the way you tug on his hair, causing him to bite down on your nipple. that action earns a yelp from you, giggling right after.

"such a naughty little girl," chris clicks his tongue as he crawls down south until his face was mere inches away from your throbbing core. he inhales your scent, instantly making his cock throb. 

"how bad do you want it?" he had the audacity to ask. you whimper woefully, hoping that he'd get the memo. 

without warning, chris lands a harsh spank on your pussy, directing it on your clit. that simple gesture made your entire body shiver, your toes curling. 

"i asked you a question, little one." 

"please! i wan' it," you cry even more, not giving a care in the world about how you sounded. 

"so bad?" he cocks his head to the side, smirking. 

"wan' you so bad, daddy." 

that was chris' final straw. he wasn't sure if you knew that he had a daddy kink, or if you have it and that word just slipped off of your lips, but at that moment he turned animalistic. he dived in, sucked and fucked your pussy with his tongue. 

chris was groaning in between your wet slick as he, too, was intoxicated. he had to push your hips down firmly to make you stay still as he laps your juices with firm, fast licks, and to his pleasure, you weren't that far away from your orgasm. 

"cum," he says briefly, lips and chin wet from your arousal. 

your entire body convulsed, pulling on his hair as you let yourself go. your mind turned blank, almost seeing stars as you spilled all over his mouth. chris chuckles darkly at the sight of you, making sure that he drinks up all of your cum. 

"good job, sweetheart. very good job."

you were panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. your hair was sticking to your forehead as you feel yourself go limp. but chris wasn't done with you. 

he stands up from the bed and strips down to his tight boxers, biting his lip as he watches you stare at the outline of his dick. he knows that you were salivating for him. 

"you want this?" he teases, pertaining to his cock straining against the annoying article of clothing. 

you nod your head frantically, grabbing your tits. 

"beg for it." 

chris had anticipated your reaction. you groan loudly, more tears falling down from your eyes. "pleaaaase," whining, you slam your fists down on the sheets beside you, "daddy, please." 

chris smirks, pulling his boxers down. his cock twitches once he hears you mewl from the sight of his big cock, making him wrap his hand around his girth. he watches you squirm on his bed, sucking on your own finger as if it was his. 

"you look like such a good girl, sucking your finger like that, hm?" he chuckles as he starts to jerk off, spreading his precum all over his length to act as lube, "you want daddy's cock so bad that you came in my room without permission, huh? who even are you to me?" 

your chest tightens from his words. it was true, it was so low of you. but you had no control; it was as if your only goal in this life was to get dicked down by him. and who would stop you if he was literally just a room away? 

"daddy--"

"and now you're calling me daddy, tsk tsk tsk. such a brainless little slut." 

fuck, you love the way he's degrading you. 

chris slowly crawls over your timid frame, putting his weight on both of his forearms that were situated on either side of your face. 

"tell me you're daddy's brainless slut." 

there were five seconds of silence until chris became impatient. he hastily grabs your jaw, squeezing it. "faster or i'm not gonna fuck you, slut." 

your eyes widen, scrambling the words out, "i-i'm daddy's brainless slut," you breathe out. 

as if doing a complete 180, chris' eyes soften while giving you a smile. "good job. daddy's proud of you." 

and at that, he enters your sopping cunt. you release a big sigh of relief, accompanied by trails of moans and a raspy call of his name. he was stretching you out so good, his cock hitting uncharted territory inside your walls. 

"grab onto daddy, baby," chris instructs, voice strained. "c'mon, hold onto me. you want me to fuck you good, yeah? then fucking hold on and wrap your legs around my hips. not gonna go easy on this tight cunt." 

after following his words, your mind shuts down beyond comprehension and you allowed him to take full control. chris pounds you so hard and deep, his balls slapping against your ass. he leans down to kiss your salty tears away, muttering soft yeah?’s and curse words. 

"daddy's slut, you are," chris coos, breathing heavily, "you just couldn't stand it anymore, right? you want my dick so bad, you just couldn't help but be such a whore for it."

"mhmm, shit, daddy~" you whine, clenching around him to signal that you were already close. he angles his hips up better, making the tip of his cock hit your g-spot perfectly. you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the overwhelming pleasure. 

"wanna be daddy's pretty slut forever, hm?" you nod in return, your sight getting blurry from the buildup of tears in your eyes. 

"you do? then come for daddy. i'll be right here with you. i'll be yours. i'll take care of you. daddy will take good care of you -- just come for me. that's it, pretty." chris clenches his jaw from the tightness of your walls, earning you a deep, guttural growl. his thrusts were beginning to turn sloppy but he keeps his pace up for you. 

you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging his upper body even closer to yours until his chest lies on you. chris feels his heart jump, suddenly feeling prideful. you want him, no one else but him. 

he was too distracted in his own thoughts that it surprised him when you suddenly came all over his cock, coating his shaft with your cream. 

"oh my god," chris moans, practically a whimper. "s-so tight, baby. such a good baby girl... fuck. where do you want daddy's seed, hm?" 

"i-inside, please," you whisper, already out of breath as your legs continue to shake around his hips. 

"always such a polite, sweet girl for daddy. i d-don't fucking deserve you. fucking hell m'gonna cum, sweetheart. i'm gonna paint your sweet, sweet cunt with my cum, okay? you want that?" 

"yes! yes please, just fucking--" 

"beg daddy to breed you." 

you were already physically and mentally overstimulated, but hearing chris say that particular word sent you into a spiral of brain-melting satisfaction, pulling you deeper into your sub-space.

"please breed my pussy, daddy," you scratch his nape, whispering those words directly into his ear. 

you were going to be the death of him. 

~

"shh, shh, i'm here, i'm here for you." chris cradles your body in his strong arms, mindful of your current state of mind. he was careful not to use any more trigger words for it might set you up even deeper into sub-space. he figured that you were already deep into this emotional state ever since you stumbled into his room, so he wanted you to come back. 

"daddy..." 

"shh, don't talk anymore. i'll take care of you. don't worry about anything else. you're good, okay? take deep breaths and you'll be alright." 

chris was careful in cleaning you up. he was holding your body so tenderly as if you are to break at his grasp. he was tender in wiping the liquids off of your body with a warm, wet towel, humming a tune softly as he allowed you to close your eyes. 

"must've been hard for you, huh?" chris softly asks with a slight smile across his face.  

"hm?" you open your eyes a bit so that you could see where he was. chris was already wearing the shorts that he wore earlier, and you had his hoodie on without even realizing it. 

"you know, after all this time." 

you blush, knowing what he meant by that. 

"i mean," he explains, "i know about your little crush on me, it was quite obvious. but how you acted earlier was so..." 

"s-sorry--" 

"no! it's nothing like that, baby." chris sits next to you, patting your head tenderly. "it was hot. never seen anyone act like that. you just really wanted me, didn't you?" 

"wanted you since forever," you say with eyes closed, a sigh leaving your lips. 

chris notices that you were still not entirely back to yourself, so he lets you rest. leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

"i'll be here when you wake up, yeah? get some rest. we'll talk more once you wake up."