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I have a Unicorn plushie that my cousin thinks looks like a hippo but I love her dearly (the unicorn not the cousin)

"i bought something today." you step into chris's makeshift studio, bag hidden behind your back. "do you wanna see?"

chris looks up, tugging at the edge of his beanie. he clicks a few things, then turns to face you fully. "sure! is it another bath bomb? because last time was really relaxing, and i wouldn't mind cuddling--"

"it's not," you stop him, then pause for a second. "... but i'll keep that in mind next time i'm at the store. so." you pull the bag out from behind your back, reaching in to reveal the ugliest little plushie chris has ever seen. it's this brown scorpion with heart-shaped eyes, and it looks more dopey than cute, but chris knows you. he knows you saw it and fell in love with how dumb it looks. the tiny smile you're giving him now is proof enough. "... well?"

"he's kinda ugly," he says with a slow nod, as if appraising him like a piece of art.

you just smile bigger, brighter than before. "i know, right?!" you toss him over to chris, who catches him with relative ease. "he was on sale. i think he was some sort of valentines day plushie that someone pawned for a couple bucks. i just couldn't resist snagging him since he was marked down even further."

"did you name him?"

"nah," you lean in, pressing a quick peck against his cheek before making your way over to the couch. "left that up for you. i like when you name things."

"well," chris sets the plushie into his lap. "i love him. i'll get back to you on the name, yeah?"

"yeah, yeah," you sprawl out on the couch, phone in hand. "i'm gonna stay in here for a bit. that fine?"

he nods, already pulling his headphones back on. "might have you listen to something later for feedback," he says, settling back into his chair. "but sure. i work better when you're around."

"sap."

he smiles to himself as he presses play. he is. he's your sap.

I lost my phone, can I have yours?

Summary: You accidentally took someone else’s phone when you left your class and that stranger took your phone. You manage to find a way to contact each other and meet to trade the phones.

Warnings: A few swear words, but nothing else.

Genre: Fluff-ish?

Word count: 1.3k (1384)

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"Oh shit" you mumbled and ran to catch the bus. You got in on time just before the door closed and you sighed in relief before looking around to hold on to something. Luckily, you didn't miss the bus and didn't have to wait for half an hour until the next one.  

A few stops later someone's phone started ringing and you flinched at the loud sound of a hip hop song you've never heard of before, but you guessed it belonged to someone out of those standing around you, since it was loud enough. However the phone kept ringing and everyone looked around, but no one made a move to reach into their pockets or their bags. Someone tapped your shoulder and cleared their throat and you turned around to look at them.

"I'm pretty sure this is your phone, Miss. Are you not going to pick it up or at least turn it off? It's getting a little annoying." The woman said and you widened your eyes. "But that's not my ringtone." you reasoned, but reached into your pocket to see a phone ringing. “That’s not my phone!” You thought, but didn’t dare to say out loud.

The phone stopped ringing and everyone sighed in relief, but at this point you were panicked. Whose phone could this be? You got off on your stop and walked home, wondering what to do with the phone. The contact that called was someone named "Felix", but they hadn't tried to call again and the phone was locked and had no emergency contacts.

You thought that someone must have gotten your phone and that you had gotten their phone accidentally. You tried to remember what the people sitting next to you in class looked like, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't remember.

It was at least someone from your college and shared a class with you. But still, you knew no Felix so you had no idea whose phone it could be. Now, you could either wait until someone called this phone again or find someone to call your phone. Sadly your roommate wouldn't be home until late, because of her part time job, so you decided to go with the first option.

You were sitting in your living room with the phone on the coffee table, charging it so it wouldn't run out of battery and waiting for it to ring. Suddenly, an alarm started beating, sadly it wasn't a phone call and you sighed. Why would someone need an alarm at 8pm with the title "stop"? Maybe that person put am alarm to make sure they stopped studying? Or to stop procrastinating?

After turning off the alarm and 5 minutes later, you flinched at the loud sound of the ringtone you heard earlier today, coming from the phone. Someone was finally calling! The contact was the Felix guy again. You cleared your throat and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank god someone picked up." A heavy Australian accent was heard.

"Hi, is this Felix?" You asked.

"Um no, I'm the owner of the phone, Chris. I'm pretty sure we accidentally took each other's phones earlier today." he said and you sighed in relief.

"Yes. I'm (y/n) and I'd try to call you too, but my roommate isn't here so I couldn't. Did anyone call me?" You asked and heard a chuckle from the man.

"Yes, but I was so shocked that I didn't get to pick it up. It was someone named (y/f/n) though." He replied.

"That's my roommate and yeah this Felix guy called you too earlier today, but you probably know this. Anyways, um, is there any place you would like to meet up to get our phones back?"  You asked.

"Ah yes, um, it's Saturday tomorrow, so we don't have classes, but I can't wait until Monday to get my phone so if you are free, could we meet up first thing in the morning?" He suggested and you nodded though he couldn't see you, mentally face palming.

"Yeah, I'm free all day tomorrow."

"Okay, cool, we could meet up at this cafe near the entrance, I think it's called "Levanter" and get a coffee or a tea or something. O-or we could just get our phones back and go." he stammered and you laughed.

"I'd never say no to coffee." You replied and heard him quietly sigh in relief.

"Is 10:30 too early?" He asked.

"No, 10:30 is perfect." You replied and kept a mental note to ask your roommate to wake you up.

"Cool, see you tomorrow!" He said and excited and you said your goodbyes before hanging up.

The next day soon came, and you waited outside the cafe, without exactly knowing who you were waiting for. You saw a girl standing a little farther waiting for someone too, but you were pretty sure you spoke with a man named Chris yesterday, so you continued to look around.

A man approached her and you wished Chris would come soon, because you must have looked like an idiot waiting for this long. The man left after a minute and you looked at him confused as he continued looking around. Could that be Chris? He spotted you and shyly walked towards you.

"Excuse me, are you perhaps (y/n)?" You recognized the Australian accent and the voice and nodded.

"Thank god. I just asked someone else and they weren't you and it was so embarrassing" he said and sighed.

"It's okay, you found me now." You chuckled.

"By the way, I lost my phone, so can I have yours instead?" He blurted out the awful pick up line.  

"Oh no, you did not just say that" You chuckled but pulled out his phone from your pocket, handing it to him.

"Oh my god! My precious! Ugh, I've missed you so much, baby, don't ever leave me again." He said and you laughed loudly.

"Wow, it's so cool that you reunited with your baby, but can I reunite with my baby too?" You said and saw his eyes widening, leaving you confused.

"Oh no" He said and you cocked an eyebrow. "What?" You asked and he patted his pocket. "I don't have it" he said and you gasped.

"What do you mean you don't have it?" You screeched but he chuckled.

"I'm joking! Your baby is here." He said and handed it to you.

"You little shit! You scared me for a second." You said and hit his shoulder playfully as he giggled.

"By the way, your pick up line was awful, but I will give you my number." You said.

You sat across from each other after getting your orders, Chris had insisted on paying for your coffee, but you refused and told him to find a table for the two of you, secretly paying for his tea instead and bringing it to him.

"Why did you do that?" He asked after he realized that you tricked him and you shrugged.

"It's okay, you can get me a coffee next time." you said nonchalantly, wondering since when you had this much confidence.

"S-sure" he stammered.

After exchanging phone numbers with him as you had promised, you spoke up.

"Isn't it weird how we have talked on the phone without actually having each other's phone numbers?" You said and he nodded.

"Yeah, it's confusing. But it's okay. It's an interesting way to meet each other and it can definitely be used as an ice breaker with people." He said and you laughed.

"You're right on that. By the way, do you know how much a baby elephant weighs?" You asked and giggled at the thought of your horrible joke.

"Um, I don't know..." he trailed off with a confused look on his face, making you giggle again.

"Enough to break the ice" you said and he groaned.

"This is how you must felt at my horrible pick up line, right?" He asked and you chuckled.

"Yeah..." you trailed off taking a sip of your coffee.

And indeed your joke and your weird way of meeting was enough to break the ice, because you soon found yourselves conversing for hours and arranging to meet up again soon. For sure, it's a story you would share for the rest of your life.

"Hey," you spoke up randomly and Chris hummed to urge you to continue talking, without looking up from his phone. When you didn't continue he raised his head and followed your gaze, looking at the kitchen counter confused. "What is it?" He asked after he turned to look at you again with a raised eyebrow.

He glanced at the kitchen counter again, still not knowing what's wrong and when he turned again he found your eyes on him.

"What is it, baby?" He asked again and you shrugged.

"Nothing I just wanted to say hey." You giggled and he smiled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so cute?" He asked and tackled you before littering kisses all over your face.

Partners for the night

Swinger!Bangchan x Swinger!reader

Summary: Your husband, Minho, and you attend swinger parties and exchange partners for the night. Would this night be the lucky night you get with president Changbin, who always seems to find a partner rather quickly, but has been dying to get his hands on you? Or will you find someone else? Genre: Smut Warnings: swear words, swinging, drinking, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, cum eating Word count: 2.5k (2502 words) A/N: You can read every part individually, since it’s just different p.o.v.s of the same night.

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"What did you say was the theme of tonight’s party?" You asked your husband, Minho.

"I'm pretty sure it's titanic, or something about ships anyway. This time the club presidents rented a place where usually rich people do pirate themed parties for their spoiled kids."  He answered, buttoning the last buttons of his shirt.

You finished doing your eye makeup and grabbed the setting spray, spraying all over your face and letting it dry.

"You look amazing." Your husband complimented and you smiled at him, reaching to hold his hand. "I'd kiss you, but I have to wait until my face is dry. But you look very handsome as well. Whoever gets with you tonight is gonna be so lucky." You complimented making him blush.

After your face dried, you gave Minho the promised kiss, grabbed your set of keys and walked out the door, towards the car.

"Do you remember the address?" You asked as you started typing on the gps. He fished in his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper with the address and handed it to you.

After a short drive, you reached the place and walked towards the entrance, the club presidents waiting there, greeting every guest.

"(Y/n), Minho, it's so good to see you again!" President Changbin said giving you a hug as a greeting, his hand dangerously low on your waist, before doing a respectful handshake with Minho. His wife copied his actions greeting the two of you.

"It's good to see both of you too."  Minho said before wrapping his hand around your waist, guiding you in.

"I'm almost sure you've casted some spell on Changbin, because this man seems to be dying to get his hands on you" Minho whispered in your ear making you giggle.

"If I don't meet someone new, then I'll probably go up to him. But he always finds a partner too quickly." You said and Minho nodded.

"I'm not very into his wife to be honest. I'd rather try and talk to Hyunjin's wife." He said.

"That woman is hot as fuck. I'd want to talk to her too." You said making him chuckle.

"I'm gonna grab a drink and explore the place." You said and he nodded. "See you later" he said and you waved at him, before walking towards the bar.

Surprisingly you seemed to have arrived to the party quite late, as most of the people you knew had already started finding their partners for the night.

"Hi there. Long time no see." You heard a voice come from next to you and turned your head to look at the source of it. Your eyes met the eyes of a beautiful woman you haven't seen in a long time.

It was a previous partner of Minho, you had met at one of the first parties the two of you attended. She had seen the two of you from the moment you walked in and had a goal to get with your husband. She and her husband, Chan, used to be presidents of the club, but they are both busy people, so they soon asked Changbin and his wife to replace them.

"Hi, it's a pleasure to see you again. Did you just arrive?" You asked, seeing as she hadn't found a partner yet either.

"Yeah, I had to stay later at work. Seems like everyone has already partnered up." She said and sighed, before pouring herself a drink too. You took a sip of your own drink looking around.

"Yeah, many people have already partnered up. I don't know about Minho though." You answered the question she probably wanted to ask and she gave you a soft smile.

"Well then, I should probably start looking around for him then." She said and winked before leaving you alone at the bar. You chuckled at her, before taking another sip of your drink.

You decided to walk around too, glancing at the entrance to see if the presidents were there. You fought the urge to frown when you saw none of them there.

As always, Changbin had already found a partner.

You walked up a set of stairs, seeing couples talking, couples talking with other couples, probably having switched partners already.

Chan's wife was surprisingly in a corner talking with Changbin and you cursed her lucky ass.  "Maybe next time" you thought.

You threw the red solo cup in a trash can that was near you, having finished your drink. You started to walk away but you bumped into a taller figure.

"I'm sorry" you said and glanced at the person in front of you. That person was no other than Chan, probably also not interested in Changbin’s wife, much like your husband.

"Oh, hi Chan" you said reaching for a hug, your usual way of greeting. "Hello, how have you been?" He kindly asked.

"Good, a little tired because of work but other than that I've been doing good. How about you?" You replied.

"I've been pretty busy too, but I'm used to it." He answered finishing up his drink. He stretched his long arm towards the bin to throw the now empty plastic cup. However, he didn’t miss the chance to get closer to you, resting his hand against the wall behind you, making you take small steps back because of the proximity, your back leaning now on the wall.

"Oh," you said out of surprise making the man smirk at your reaction. "I've been trying to corner you at a party for what feels like ages (y/n)," he said and slowly lowered his head trailing tiny kisses in the crook of your neck, his hands slowly wrapping around your waist.

"I have to admit that I've been meaning to do so too. But you always arrived either too early or too late." You admitted, making the man sigh. "I was late today too, but luckily you were too," he said, his arms tightening around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

"Shall we find a room for us, baby?" He asked, raising his head to look into your eyes, but you avoided his gaze out of shyness. "Yes, please" you whispered, making him chuckle and interlock his fingers with yours.

Being a ship themed area, there were many doors supposed to lead to cabins, some of them being fake, while some were real rooms.

Chan and you easily spotted a real handle and reached for it. Luckily the room was empty. You walked in slowly, exploring the big room that looked much like a hotel room. You had never seen a building like this before in your life and you wondered where Changbin and his wife found it.

You felt Chan’s arms wrapping around your waist once again, pulling you to his chest.

"Finally, after so long," he whispered, before he turned you around, pressing his lips to yours. He carefully moved you towards the bed, letting you lay down comfortably, before he moved over your body. He opened your legs, laying between them and wrapped them around his waist. He kissed you once more, his hands softly grazing your body, your hands reaching to his hair.

He moaned in the kiss, his hands slowly reaching towards your chest. He pulled back, silently asking for permission (TO DANCE, sorry i had to) to remove your top.

You nodded and sat up, raising your hands, to help him. Your fingers quickly started working down the buttons of his shirt, before you removed it, revealing his toned chest.

You threw the soft material on the floor and connected your lips to his once again.

"God, you're so hot, Chan." You groaned against his lips.

His hands quickly worked behind your back, removing your bra, before throwing it over his shoulder and for some reason you found the motion even hotter. His lips wrapped around your nipple, softly sucking it into his mouth, while his other hand was massaging your neglected breast.

You pulled at his hair, not too harshly, but enough to make it messy. He got up from the bed to remove his pants, but you grabbed his hands before he could do so, wanting to remove his belt yourself. He smirked at you and let you lower his pants, until they pooled at his feet.

You played with the waistband of his boxers, before you lowered them too revealing his semi-hard dick. You almost salivated at the beautiful sight in front of you. You reached for it before he could stop you, making him moan at your touch.

You started pumping him slowly and then softly licked him from the base to his tip when he got fully hard. You kitten-licked his sensitive tip making him shudder and wrapped your lips around it, sucking it into your mouth.

He groaned and placed his hand on the back of your head, urging you to quickly take more in your mouth. You slowly moved down his shaft, taking as much as you could for the moment. You couldn’t take all of it yet, so you opted for jerking off what you couldn’t fit. You then started bopping your head, each time taking even more of him down your throat.

Chan's groans became progressively louder and he started moaning out a few praise words. You felt his hand pulling you lower down his dick, so you removed your hand and tried to bottom out.

You almost made it, so you raised to his tip, swirled your tongue around it and tried again, this time succeeding in taking all of it into your mouth, making him throw his head back and let out a loud moan. "You're so good at this, baby girl" he praised.

You rose back up and bottomed out again, swallowing around him, making him choke on air.

"I'm so close," he whispered, his hand not letting go of the fistful of your hair.

You let him slip out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick, before you jerked him off and angling him towards your face. He seemed to have understood what you wanted to do, because he replaced your hand with his own, jerking himself a little more, before cumming on your face, mostly on your lips, while groaning out your name along with a few praise words.

You licked your lips, tasting his cum and moaned at the taste. He scooped what you missed with his finger, placing it in front of your lips and you sucked his finger, swirling your tongue around it to lick all the cum off of it.

"You taste so good," you praised, making him smirk. His hands reached to your shoulders, pushing you back a little, signaling for you to lay down. Then he reached to undo your own belt and remove your jeans, leaving you just in your panties.

"It's my turn to taste you now, baby" he said, trailing his fingers from your chest, down to your panties.

He softly kissed your belly, before removing your panties too, making your breath hitch, as you were now exposed in front of the handsome man.

He spread your legs, placing them over his shoulders and littered your thighs with small kisses. Finally, he reached the area where you needed him the most, licking a stripe from your folds up to your clit.

He wrapped his lips around it, softly sucking, making you tighten your legs around his head, keeping him in place, your hands back on his hair and your back arching.

You shifted, finding the best angle and let out a moan at the pleasure of his skillful tongue.

"You taste so good too. I could do this for hours." He raised his head to say and dived back in. He rolled his tongue all around and then licked again and again at the same spot that made you shudder.

His hands squeezed your thighs, seemingly enjoying every second of it, maybe even more than you. He moved lower towards the source of your wetness gathering some of it on his tongue, groaning at the taste, the vibrations making you let out a loud moan of his name. He was so good at it, as if it was his job.

He raised his head to breathe and moved up your body, kissing your lips, letting you taste yourself. His fingers moved towards your clit, flicking it a little, before they moved to your entrance. He inserted one finger and started pumping it slowly. His other hand was holding himself up, trying not to crush you with his weight.

He added another finger in and you threw your head back once more, the pleasure soon making you unable to kiss him back, your brain having switched off. He chuckled at your fucked out state and sped up his fingers, his thumb now on your clit.

"I'm about to cum," you warned him and he continued to work his fingers in you, determined to make you cum around them. You groaned out loud at the pleasure, his fingers not stopping riding out your high.

He then removed his fingers making you whine at the emptiness and stuck them in his mouth, tasting your release, making you sigh at the sight. He then hovered between your legs again, before using his tongue to gather up some of the mess he made, making you wince at the overstimulation.

You pushed his head back when it became too much and he reached up to peck your lips for the last time. After the two of you caught your breaths, he let you go to the bathroom first to clean up.

You closed the door behind you and sighed, feeling satisfied with how the night went. You wondered if Minho enjoyed the night too. When you finished cleaning up, you gathered the discarded clothes, Chan entering the bathroom to clean up too. He was surprised to find you there when he exited the bathroom, but gave you a soft smile before guiding you out of the room with his hand on your back.

"Thank you for tonight," he said, kissing your hand like the gentleman he is, as you repeated the words back to him, letting him disappear to find his wife. You scanned the area for Minho and you spotted him talking to some couples, his hair obviously not styled as it was before, but a good enough attempt to fix his post-sex hair.

You walked towards him and he spotted you giving you a soft smile.

"Hi, did you wait long here?" You asked and he shook his head 'no'.

"Just came here five minutes ago," he said and you nodded.

"Shall we go?" He asked and you nodded, saying goodbye to the couples, before heading to your car.

"Did you have fun tonight?" You asked.

"Yeah, did you?" He asked back and you nodded.

You gave him a small kiss, letting your lips linger on his for a second too long, before entering the car.

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Part 2 (Hyunjin) | Part 3 (Lee know) | Part 4 (Changbin)

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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