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BANG CHAN ✦ BUZZFEED — The Kitten Interview

I GOT IT I BOUGHT IT ITS MINE AHHHH

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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.

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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. 

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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?”

@lemonybaby67

Stray Kids Reaction | They see Their s/o Without Makeup for the First Time

Warnings: These are kinda short omg I’m sorry; Stray Kids are babies.

Woojin

This kid loves you with all his heart, so when he accidentally walked in on you taking off your make up in the bathroom, he wasn’t shocked, disappointed, or even a bit upset. In fact, he fell for you all over again.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful, why do you even need all of that? You’re so perfect!”

This gif doesn’t really fit in with the reaction but he’s singing with all his heart and soul so my uwus are dropping like crazy.

Chris

Baby boy culture here. So the first time you showed your bare face to Chris was when you facetimed him. You were eating dinner when he called you and you just happened to be watching vines previously so it your phone was set up so that he could see your face. Now, you had also just showered so your makeup was off and lets just say that Chris was more than an little surprised.

“BABY WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE THIS GORGOUS?”

Minho

Ugh this kid couldn’t stop smiling you thought he taped his cheeks apart or something. It was creepy. The two of you were watching a movie after you showered and your makeup washed off so he couldn’t stop smiling and staring at you.

“Mi amor you’re so beautiful, you should be like this more when we’re alone.”

Changbin

This munchkin would actually tackle you in hugs and kisses. Like, when you woke up and wearily walked into the kitchen with your hair a mess and your face bare, he wouldn’t stop hugging you and smothering you with kisses. He would sneakily take pictures of you and make it his wallpaper on his phone.

When the boys would ask about it or point it out, Changbin would roll his eyes.

“Hey, don’t be jealous that I have the most beautiful girlfriend out there.”

Hyunjin

You walked out of hair and makeup completely barefaced. You were filming with Stray Kids for their upcoming music video I need a comeback and was told that you were going to be entirely submerged in water, therefore makeup wouldn’t be ideal. So, they took it all off. When you walked out, Hyunjin immediately spotted you and ran over, baffled at your state.

“Baby, why don’t you do this more often? You’re so pretty without makeup.”

Jisung

Your boyfriend was doing an interview when you slid in and joined him, as sweaty as you could be. The two of you did a duet which involved an insane choreography, so naturally you were dying. Grabbing a towel, you attempted to wipe off the sweat, which actually took off all of your makeup. Jisung couldn’t  talk the rest of the interview because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this beautiful?”

Felix

Being the king of barefaced idols isn’t easy, especially when you have freckles, but when Felix met you he couldn’t say no. Ever. You were perfect in his eyes. So when you showed up to his house in your pajamas with no makeup on he couldn’t help but jump up and down in joy.

“We need to go out barefaced more often. Perhaps people will ship us more so JYP would be more comfortable with letting us go public.”

Seungmin

“Hey, have you ever thought about taking off your makeup?”

The question Seungmin asked came out of the blue when you were watching some mindless television. You weren't shocked, just confused. But before the two of you could say anything else, you walked into the bathroom and wiped off your makeup only to walk back into the living room, a smile plastered on his face.

“I knew it. You’re more perfect with it off.”

Jeongin

You opened the door to Jeongin’s room. You were crying because you missed your parents and tried to wipe your tears as much as possible but you wiped your makeup off in the process. You curled up into his arms as he cradled you to sleep.

“I know this might not be the best time to say it, but you’re beautiful barefaced baby.”

@lemonybaby67

chrisbangchan_

chrisbangchan_; Hello stays a year from today I was blessed with two of my biggest pride and joy Laney Bang and Ian Bang I’ve decided after much long consideration to let you guys know about them. Thanks and love you stays🤍 ———————————————————————user: YALL HE IS A DAD

user: wait so who is the mom?

user: didn’t Adriana from Cora just have baby twins as well ? she posted the baby’s initials and they were L and I. yall it cant be a coincidence!

User: wait lowkey your right and Adriana never announced the dad 😮

adrianaa_

adrianaa_ ; Mis nene’s los amo 🤍 ———————————————————————

user: y’all those baby’s are clearly Asian last time I checked isn’t she fully Latina her baby daddy is Asian you know who else is Asian Bangchan!

User: exactly the boy looks so much like Chan!

User: that last pic is def Chan same build and style!

user : stop cus if Chan is actually a dad I’m gonna cry 🥲

Jisung: I'm but a simple, idiot boy.

Chan: Don't sell yourself short.

Minho: No, he's not. It's pretty accurate.

Chan: I apologize for saying fuck earlier

Jeongin: You just said it again

Chan: I am not a role model

[2:01pm] “y\n, y\n,” you hear your boyfriend call your name, drawing out the last syllable. although you’re not sure if you can call him your boyfriend anymore considering he’s intentionally trying to wake you up from a heavenly nap. your legs are spread out over your boyfriend’s lap and the rest of you is curled into the corner of the couch.

“y/n wake up sleepyhead,” and it’s like you can hear the kissy emojis in his voice. you peek one eye open, trying to convey your annoyance. your boyfriend, chan, instead of apologizing straight away and bowing down to you like you wanted him to, chooses to laugh at your sleep ridden face. his response aggravates you even more.

“chan, i swear to god, if you ever wake me up from a nap again, i will not hesitate to break your nose. and that is a promise not a threat,” you mumble into your couch corner. your insane “boyfriend” just laughs harder and you start to think he actually wants to be hurt.

after a couple minutes of suspicious silence chan starts to rub up your tummy, lifting your shirt up. before you can open your mouth to question him, his lips connect to your stomach and he starts blowing raspberries into it. you automatically jerk up but his hands hold you down, making it impossible to squirm out of his grip.

trying to wiggle out of his grasp, you howl out, “chan no stop!”

he chuckles against your upper belly and switches to leaving feathery kisses up your stomach. he trails up to your neck and finishes with a sloppy, wet kiss on your lips. you let out an annoyed groan but return the kiss. he pulls away and shoves his face into your shoulder.

“why did you wake me up? what did you want anyway?” you ask him.

“oh I was just bored and wanted your attention,” he mumbles, grinning against your neck.

“I hate you,” you say but you both know you don’t mean it.

[6:58pm] a metallic click sounds throughout the empty hallway, created by the lock on your apartment door. you fingers wrap around the knob, twisting and pushing until the door gives way and melodies of soft acoustic music fill your ears. you step into your apartment and shut the door behind you, before releasing a soft sigh. you tiptoe towards the orange glow coming from your kitchen and peek your head into the door, giggling at the sight before you. your boyfriend, chan, shakes his hips to the soft beat of the music, oblivious to your silent entrance. trying to make as little noise as possible, you place your bags down on the table next to you, slide over to where chan shamelessly dances and wrap your arms arounds his middle.

“whatcha making, baby?” you chin rests on his shoulder and when you speak, your lips barely brush against the shell of your boyfriend’s ear.

chan jumps up, obviously frightened by your suprise entrance. when he realizes that it’s you behind him he relaxes, leaning into your touch.

“I’m making my favorite person ever some dinner,” chan says, turning his head towards yours and giving your lips a quick peck.

you unlatch your arms from his waist and hoist yourself up onto the counter, swinging your feet back and forth. chan follows your body, placing himself between your knees and looking up at you through his eyelashes. you flatten your palms against his chest, a small smile appearing on your face.

“hey uh y/n,” chan’s voice comes out a whisper and his gaze shifts to the ceiling, “ I really really love you.”

you pause, trying to work out if there was something deeper to what your boyfriend was saying, “i love you too honey, is something wrong?”

chan is quick to notice your worry, and calms your tense body by rubbing the tops of your thighs, “no! nothing’s wrong. I just wanted you to know that im so appreciative to wake up next to you and be able to call you mine. i just can’t imagine where i would be now if i had never met you. I just really love you.”

“channie i love you too. you don’t have to imagine where you would be without me and you will never have to imagine me not being here for you. I’m always going to be yours chan,” you hold both his cheeks in your hands, making sure he knows your telling the truth.

you press your lips against his in a chaste kiss but you don’t make it far before he’s pulling you back in for another kiss. you feel his lips form a smile against yours and you pull away again, choosing to rest your head against his chest. his arms wrap around you, keeping you tied to him.

“chan is something burning?”