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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.

@lemonybaby67

Call Gone Wrong || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: your boyfriend was a busy boy; constantly at work, never spending enough time with you - it was frustrating. you couldn’t handle it anymore, and demanded to join him the next time a job arose. though, you messed up, ruining the mission. how will your boyfriend take it? (mafia au)

⇢ requested: can you make another bang chan smut mafia gang where he gets mad cause you did something on accident when he got a call for work and he took you to with him to take care of it?

⇢ genre: romance; angst; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 1352

⇢ warnings: swearing; smut (spanking; marking; orgasm denial; overstimulation)

⇢ note: i hope this is what you were asking for. sorry it’s kind of short.

The door slammed shut, walls shaking from the impact. Furniture and pictures mounted on the walls moved slightly in place. He’s never been this angry, and it was terrifying. He didn’t look at you. He refused, facing the door instead; forehead placed against it. The leather jacket on his shoulders shook in anger, threatening to fall off. The room was still, everything frozen. You stood in the living room, hands folded in front of you, slightly playing with the hem of your shirt.

You were scared, nervous, concerned, sad. You’ve never seen Chris like this, he’s never been this angry before. Which of course terrified you.

He stood still, jacket no longer threatening to fall off. The brown, curly hair on top of his head was damp from the rain. Time sat still for a moment, before he chuckled. Those chuckles became maniac-like cackles, signaling that you fucked up bad. Cackles ceased once his fist came into contact with the door. So much anger was bottled up inside that it came out in fury. You flinched, cowering at his state.

He turned around, face as hard as stone. His eyes were empty as he stared at you. Blood stains covered his clothes, ruining the fabric. You stood their, shaking at his aura. You didn’t mean for this to happen, you just had to react. Chris should never have brought you. You had always know, deep down inside, that you were a waste for his team. No more. No more.

He dragged his feet slowly towards your cowering figure, tracks of dirt followed. He brought his hand up to cup your cheek. He was gentle, but his intentions were rough.

“Why? Why Y/n?” He placed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “Fucking hell, why?!” His voice echoed in the small apartment you shared. His once soft tone was rough in your ears. Why did you do it? You knew what the consequences would be, so why did you do it? There had to be a reason, right? Was it to prove something to him? Was it to prove something to yourself? You didn’t know.

Chris lightly placed his fingers under your chin before forcing you to look at him, violently pulling your face towards his. “Y/n, Kitten, my Princess. You know I love you right? Of course you know that, so then why did you do that? You knew this call was extremely critical to the team, and you interfered when I told you not to. You were told to stay in the car, were you not?” His grip on your chin tightened, “Why did you have to go behind my back and leave the car? You’re such a naughty little girl.”

You gulped. He rarely ever called you that, which was usually when he came home drunk, naturally that always lead to sex, where he’d whisper that in your ear. This was the first time he’s ever called you that sober. Damn you fucked up big time.

You shivered as a hand slowly tailed up the small of your back, underneath your shirt, reaching your bra. Chris brought his own face to your ear, warm breath fanning your face. “You need to be punished Kitten, you almost revealed our intentions out there today. Now, go head into the bedroom; I want you completely undressed when I walk in there.” He let go of your chin, watching you as you walked into the room.

You sat on the bed, undressing, throwing your clothes in the hamper. The air conditioned room brought chills to your skin. Chris has never been to extreme in bed; he was always afraid of hurting you, which was ridiculous because you always wanted him to be rough. However, tonight might not be the best time to experiment. You waited in anticipation, the suspense killing you.

You looked up from the floor to see you’re boyfriend standing in font of you, naked. In his right hand, a pair of handcuffs; the other, a blindfold. You gulped, staring into his lust filled eyes. Shivers ran down your spine as he looked you up and down.

“Oh, we’re going to have some fun tonight baby.” He licked his lips, his dark side being released into the world.

Beads of sweat covered your body, strands of hair sticking to your forehead, red had prints... Smack.

You hissed at the harsh contact, Chris wasn’t going easy on you yet it turned you on so much. One, two, fifteen, you had lost count. Bent over his lap, hands tied tightly behind your back, ass sticking up, just how Chris wanted his baby girl. He pulled you up by your hair, roughly throwing you onto the bed, his shadow covered your frame as you lied there helpless. His strong hands gripped your hips pulling you up, you felt hot lips kiss your shoulders. Another sharp hit.

“God baby, I want to fuck you till you black out, but first your punishment.” You moaned as you felt his lips make contact with your skin, it burned.

Your body was hot, air left your lungs, all you could do was moan and beg. You felt his power, his dominance, his dark side, it was intoxicating. His scent, his touch, even his eyes on you, it made you burn with desire. You didn’t feel the pain, just the pleasure behind it, the pleasure behind the dirty words, the degradation. You were his little slut, he could throw you, spank you, choke you, do everything he wanted with you. That’s exactly what he was going to do.  You felt his fingertips dig into your skin, another bruise, your back was filled with love bites, so next time you looked into the mirror you remembered you were daddy’s good girl. 

Long fingers barely entering you, had you shivering at the light sensation. You were needy, practically begging him to fuck you but all you got in response were dark chuckles and spankings.

“You don’t get to make request today, you heard me? Bad girls don’t get to get fucked until daddy feels like it.” You nodded slightly, Chris wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. Small whimpers left your lips as he pulled you against his chest, length aligned with your entrance. He bit your ear lightly, whispered how naughty you were, and how hard he was going to fuck you. As you were about to speak he thrusted in you, full strength. You screamed at the contact, it felt so good, his cock filled you up so well.  Chris groaned as he felt your heat tighten around him, he stared kissing your neck, marking it all over before he pushed you right back on the mattress. He grabbed your tied arms with one of his hands and your hip with the other. His thrusts were brutal, inhumane. He moved harshly, groaning your name once in a while, telling you how good you made him feel. You felt a knot tying in your stomach, he was driving you over the edge.

“D-daddy p-please, I-i’m ...” Chris pulled out abruptly, you whined at the loss. He flipped you over now laying on your back and grabbed you by the throat. Thrusting in you once again, you felt pure bliss under his touch, at one point everything got blurry, you weren’t aware of what came out of your mouth but whatever it was, made him go harder and god was it good. You screamed his name over and over begging him to give you more, fuck you harder. 

He drove you over the edge over and over again, you came over times than you could remember, yet he kept going, filling you up with his cum. His length was tearing you apart, his thrusts made you lose your senses, it wasn’t normal, the feeling was addicting yet unbearable. Chris got high off of your moans, your screams begging him to stop, telling him it was too good, how you couldn’t handle it. He thrusted his hips a few more times and came in you for the last time that day. 

@lemonybaby67