#stray kids romance
iii. slow down | bang chan
+ pairing: bangchan x reader (est. relationship, dom! chan)
+ genre: smut (pwp)
+ wc:1.6k
+ warnings: dirty talk, slut shaming (ish), teasing, suggestion of bdsm (cuff play, spanking), use of traffic light system
+ rating:18+
A/N:Part 3 of my Stray Kids as Chase Atlantic lyrics. It’s been a while and I have been sitting on them for a long time. But I am back and ready to kick! Thank you @notyouropparand@ballelino for the support I couldn’t have done it without you.
LYRICS:~You’re buried in the pillow, yeah, you’re so loud, But I’m about to show you~(SLOW DOWN- CHASE ATLANTIC)
“Hang on tight, baby girl,” Bang Chan warned, his lips parting from yours for a second, before he dove right back smacking them to yours once more.
You hung helplessly onto him, your legs wrapped around his slender hips, too enraptured by the lewd wet sounds that echoed throughout the brightly lit corridor, and his tongue tracing yours. Your hands gripped tightly onto the lapels of his blazer, struggling to hold yourself up as his hand beneath your ass disappeared to open the door to your hotel room. Moaning into the kiss, you couldn’t help but wonder how his suit had not fallen apart yet.
The kiss was anything but soft, the harsh clash of his lips against yours, teeth clashing from time to time as you readjusted yourselves—it all made your head spin. Breathy pants reverberated throughout the room, and for a moment your swore you heard the squelch of your own pussy when Chan dropped you onto the bed.
“You thought you could play with me and win, didn’t you, baby?” His wide shoulders were shaking with his erratic inhales. Chan was normally a soft lover; he wouldn’t go past what you asked of him, nor would he be rougher on his own accord. But right then, as you laid unceremoniously over the pristine sheets, his form towering over yours—he looked positively feral.
“I-“ you couldn’t defend yourself, your thoughts too clouded by the image of his mussed hair, and red plump lips.
“Did you think, for one second Y/N,” he leaned over the bed, his hands either side of your ankles. “That you could pull that stunt in the restaurant, and not be punished for it?” His cold dark eyes regarded you with interest. Knowing he was waiting for an answer, you tried your best to find your voice despite the hot flushes that took over your whole body.
“Chan, I didn’t think-“ You couldn’t finish, watching in anticipation as he settled himself fully onto the bed, his body hovering over yours.
Chan gave out a humourless laugh, his fingers dancing over the soft skin of your calf making its way up your leg. “Of course you didn’t,” he cooed, his voice sounding anything but convinced. “You wouldn’t willingly try to grope me through my pants, underneath the table whenever our waiter was around.” His hand now reached halfway up your thigh, where he laid his palm gently over it.
You couldn’t keep up with the flurry of sensations wrecking through your body. You were incredibly aroused by your previous mischief; when you had indeed tried to grab his dick more than once under the table. You’d bent over lightly, your fingers tracing the edge of his belt, a sense of satisfaction coursing through you with each sharp inhale you withdrew from his lips. It was uncommon for you, but as the night progressed, and the wine encouraged you to become bolder, you took your light touches further, your palm coming into contact with his soft bulge. Intoxicated by his scent and the alcohol, you didn’t give up until you managed to make him buck his hips into your hand, soft moans leaving his mouth masked by the sounds of the patrons around you.
Chan tried to stop you multiple times. His grip firm on your wrist, his voice low as he warned you of what would happen if you carried on. And now? He was about to deliver.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” he sighed as if apologetic for what was to come.
You swallowed hard, witnessing in slow motion his hand bearing down on your thigh. The sting of the slap caught up with you quicker than the heat creeping up your spine.
“Fuck, Chan,” you moaned, your legs twitching. With each slap your core would throb, releasing more wetness into your already ruined panties. “Please, touch me.”
Chan ignored your pleas, his hand making contact with your already flushed skin multiple times. Revelling in your moans and choked requests for him to fill you up, he kept you on edge; his hands delivering pain, interspersed with false promises of pleasure, as he kneaded the skin of your inner thigh. Close enough to where you needed to be touched to spark hope, only for it to be squished when he’d simply retreat, admiring the reddened handprints marred on your skin.
“Chris,” you whined, unable to stand it any longer. Your underwear was a mess, and you were more in pain by the lack of attention to your cunt than from how tender he’d made your skin. Using his name was enough to garner his attention, his hand hovering above your thigh. He slowly lowered it, his eyes fixed on you.
Chan enjoyed the view. Your flushed skin, lips swollen from your own teeth, legs splayed out, traces of your arousal evident in the wet patch on your underwear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, making your breath catch.
Unexpectedly, he slid an arm underneath your lower back, his other one carefully placed on top of your lower abdomen, and flipped you over making you yelp in your struggle to regain your balance.
“That’s how I want you to be,” he muttered, seemingly pleased with himself. From this position you couldn’t see him, but his pull on your hips told you enough of how he wanted you to present yourself to him. On your hands and knees. “That’s it baby girl, you’re learning fast.” An impish smile made its way past your face, and you wiggled your ass against his crotch. Your breath caught in your throat when you realised how hard he was for you.
“Y/N,” Chan warned before he grabbed a handful of your flesh, pulling you towards him, his clothed dick making contact with your core. “If you still want to play games, we can still play games, but it won’t end well in your favour.” He pointed his palms, spreading over the already bruised skin, making you jump. He enjoyed how receptive you were to his blows, but he also didn’t want to hurt you, so before he resumed his punishment, he carefully bent over to softly press a kiss to your ass.
“Colour?”, his voice softened for a moment and your heart swelled at his care.
“Green baby, keep going,” you reassured him and before you knew it, a sharp sting hit the swell of your ass, pushing you forward onto your forearms.
“You’re so wet baby, you barely need to be prepped,” Chan growled, his palm delivering another harsh blow to your ass, catching your pussy in the process. The sharp sting of his palm paired with the wet sound of his skin making contact with yours made you purr in delight.
Chan paused for a second, his hand hanging above your bottom, taking the moment to recompose himself. The sounds coming out of your throat as you rutted into air, desperate for more of his blows, had his cock twitching and almost ready to blow his load, prematurely all over your reddened skin.
“Are you a cat now, Y/N?” he growled, his hand bearing down harder onto your skin, this time making sure to catch your folds with his fingers. “You’re purring” He couldn’t take it anymore, the small cat-like sounds broken by your soft moans travelled down his spine making his cock twitch with lust.
“Since you’re so wet, you’re going to take me so well,” he praised you, voice softer than before.
“Please Chan, fill me up with your cock, punish me,” you pleaded, arching your back into his crotch.That was enough to spring him into action. Undoing his pants, he pulled his cock out and entered you with one swift thrust, not even bothering to take off your underwear. Jolted you let your head fall onto the pillow, as your folds parted around his girth with the dexterity and practice of someone who had done this more than enough times.
Chan was rarely rough with you, but tonight you seemed to have done it. Without giving you a chance to adjust to his cock he pulled it out, only to slam it back into you over and over again, bottoming you out with each move.
“You’re taking it so well baby, so well. Milking my cock so desperately despite it being a punishment… you’re such a glutton for it aren’t you?” he praised you, his fingers digging deep into the already sensitive flesh of your ass.
Screaming as loud as you could, you bit tighter into the pillow pushing your ass further back into his hips, meeting his thrusts. As his dick shoved into you harder, hitting the entrance of your womb repeatedly, you couldn’t do anything but allow yourself to let go. The buzzing underneath your skin intensified and you chanted his name like a prayer, until your throat felt raw and your head pounded to the rhythm of his plunges.
Any other senses were dulled, the white noise filling your ears made it hard for you to focus on the volume of your moans. Through the orgasm induced fog you could discern Chan’s voice as he bent over you, his hips slapping relentlessly into your ass as he stretched you open with his cock.
“You may want to slow down, baby girl,” he murmured, clicking the cuffs onto your wrist, “keep your voice down, I’m not even close to being through with you.”
Pairing: Changbin x Reader
Word count: 856
Genre: Fluff | Romance | Non-idol AU
Summary: You relax on the balcony of your penthouse apartment while after your fiancé had just come home from work.
Warnings: Mentions of drugs | Cigarette use
[4:06]
Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d end up in this situation. As you stand on the balcony, leaning against the metal railing with a cigarette hanging from your fingers, the view of an entire city spayed out right in front of you, courtesy of your fiancé.
Your ears are filled with the sound of the city still alive and the music softly playing from your speakers.
You hear the sound of the front door opening, the lock clicking after it closes. Footsteps approach the balcony door and you hear it sliding open right before arms wrap around your waist and a chin rests on your shoulder.
“Honey, I’m home.” The familiar smell of his cologne floods your senses, your eyes closing slightly as it sends relief and comfort rushing throughout your system. “I thought I told you not to wait up for me when I’m working late.”
“You know that I can’t sleep without you, my love,” you hum. “How was work?” you ask as you lift your hand up to comb your fingers through Changbin’s hair while the other puts out your cigarette against the ashtray sitting on the rail.
“You know how it is,” he sighs. “I’m just glad to finally be home with you. I told the boys I’m off for the week. What do you wanna do, baby? We can head out somewhere, maybe fly out to Greeze—I could take you to Thailand. Spend a few days away from everything with just the two of us.”
“Sounds romantic,” you hum. Changbin spins you gently by the waist so that you’re facing him. “Well, hello handsome.” Your hand raises to cup his face when he smiles widely. His own hand raises to hold yours and brings it to his lips where he presses a kiss to your knuckles. “Why so generous?”
“Chan doesn’t need me for the next week or so. Felix and Jeongin sold almost three months worth of it. I’ve just got more than a hundred thousand on me, baby. I wanna pamper my darling for the week,” Changbin hums against your skin.
“You’ve pampered me enough, Binnie,” you chuckle. “I wouldn’t be in this penthouse if I wasn’t pampered by you. And I definitely wouldn’t be here this young if you weren’t part of one of the biggest drug trafficking networks in the world.”
“It’s part of my charm, (Y/n),” he jokes. “Plus, you would’ve left a long time ago if you didn’t like what I did for a living.”
“As long as I don’t get in on the actual drugs, I will still stay with you,” you claim softly. “I love you, Changbin.”
“I love you too, baby.” Changbin leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, where he lingers for a moment longer. When he pulls away, he looks at you with pure love in his eyes. “Now, about that trip; how do you feel about Seychelles?”
“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care about where we go. I don’t care about any of the money either, baby—I just want to be with you,” you sigh in content as you pull him back into your arms to bury your face in his shirt.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” He pulls away slightly and reaches into the pocket of his pants, “I got you something.”
“How many times am I supposed to tell you that I don’t need more gifts,” you sigh with a smile as you watch Changbin rummage through his pockets.
“It’s all worth it for me, honey,” he reassures you just as he pulls a small box out of his pocket. “I told you I’d get you a proper engagement ring since I proposed to you in the middle of the ocean on a yacht when we were being gunned down by the cops.”
“Changbin…”
Changbin pulls the dark blue box out in front of you and pulls the top open. Your shoulders relax slightly when you see the ring, a small gasp leaving your lips. Your biggest fear when you had started dating Changbin was that he would go too over the top with his gifts, but at the end of the day, no one knows you better than him as you stare at the silver engagement ring topped with a diamond that doesn’t seem too flashy.
“I know how much you hate big diamonds, so I chose something that’s small and classy,” he says as he pulls the ring out of the box. “How does it look, baby?”
“I love it,” you sigh as you let him slip it onto your finger. “I love you. You didn’t have to even get me a diamond ring—I would’ve been happy with a soju cap.”
“I want to give you the best, my love,” Changbin insists as he keeps his eyes trained on the ring on your finger, “and now I can finally show off my pretty fiance with their pretty ring.” He raises your hand yet again, but this time, his lips touch against the ring. “I love this. I love seeing this ring on your finger knowing that this means we’re getting married. I love just being with you, (Y/n).”
“I love you, too, Changbin.”
