#chrisbang

Feeling bored of the lounge, you pushed Chris back a little with a challenging kiss. Gripping the neck of his shirt, pulling him back towards the edge of the couch. After a few moments, you pushed him back to rest on the sofa. Tugged him forward while lightly pulling on his bottom lip, slightly baring your teeth with commanding eyes as you leaned back without him. He tried to follow but you swiftly pushed his chest back with a little force. He hit with a soft thud, mouth still agape, love and lust evidentially in his eyes. His arms raised to the head of the back pillow as you senually rose from my seat on his thighs. Chris’s eyes followed you, however his head didn’t. It stayed lowered even as you arose. Making him a hooded stare with his now swollen bottom lip, legs in a man spread. Giving him a lasting gaze as you slowly walked to our bedroom. He got up and followed. Just as he got to you, you quickly grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him close. Bringing your face close to his, mouth ajared. Moving your lips close, breath fluttering on your faces. As you brushed your noses against each other. Foreheads pressing, together lovingly. You pulled him with me into our bedroom. Pulling Chris in front of you. Moving your head up slightly to just miss his face with a breath, before softly pushing him down on the mattress. Getting in between his legs, moving your head all the way up to his face. Kissing him with such powerful emotion it could make you tear, but you held it in. Running your hands everywhere, all over his body. Making his skin needy for skin to skin contact. He started reaching for his hem, and you completed his action by pulling it up. He raised himself to sitting to let the shirt slide off. Cupping his face and kissing him passionately, which he returned. Lightly pushing him back on the bed. Placing one last kiss on his perfect now reddish lips, before sliding up to walk over to your shared closet. You quickly opened it to see the remotes for mood lights and surround sound. Turning the lights dimmer with a red tint, and playing your “Night Playlist”. You put the remotes down and grabbed a black with metal edges, medium sized chest that had a lock on it. The key was on top of it. Taking the key, put it in the lock and turned. It unlocked, opening to a bunch of toys and different restraints. You reached in to find the dark rope with silk restraints and leather cuffs. Finally grabbing a long black silk ribbon and closed the chest.                            (Listen to “Love is a Bitch” by Two Feet) Locking it and closing the closet doors, you turned back to see Chris lying back on the pillows of your shared bed looking tense. As you strode back over to him, you couldn’t tell if he was excited, afraid, or inpatient. Holding his hand and smiling down at him, he returned it relaxing a bit. You raised his hand and kissed his wrist, working your way to his shoulder and then his collar bone. Crawling on top of him, you sat just above his crotch and grinded on him. Kissing his neck and collarbones in all the right places or more of wrong places. His body started reacting, tingling with sexual frustration. You continued to kiss, lick and lightly bite his skin all over his favorite spots. His skin felt like it was on fire with desperation. Wanting something to push against his shorts. You were at his jawline, his breathing was irregular and he was letting out some involuntary whines as you would brush your hips at the top of his crotch but then move back up again. You started moving down again, sucking and playing with his nipples. Chris’s whines were breathy and now were slurred with soft moans. You started your way down again. Kissing his first rib moving towards the top of his abs. Kissing, lightly licking and nosing them. Breathing on his muscles as you reached his v-line. Paying even more attention to it then any other bit of him. Driving him absolutely crazy. You could hear him pulling on his cuffs. “Please….please…..please...baby.” He was now lifting his hip to your touch, whining for you to touch him there. “Please what baby?” You saw his hand try to reach my head to nudge your attention lower it was quickly stopped by his restrants, he let out a desperate whiny groan. You smiled, “Such a cute baby.” You stopped kissing and moved your head lower to hover above where he wanted it most. “P-please….”, You raised your hand in a scratching position and lightly glided your fingers on his clothed cock. “Please what, sweet baby?”. Waiting for his response as he raised his head up and down, shyly trying to fold the pillow around his face. “Please touch me”, he said quietly. You weren't accepting his request at that volume. “I’m sorry baby, but if you want something, you have to speak up.” You told him softly lacing with lust. “Please rub my cock”, he repeated louder. Now obliging with his words, moving your hand below it, putting pressure and rubbed it slowly once. He let out a choked moan. “Yes, yes….y-yes please...thank you baby”. He bucked his hips and met with my hand. You let it slide, he looked so beautiful. Flushed red, bottom lip sucked between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed in a needy way. Sweet, beautiful sounds escaped his mouth as he occasionally opened his mouth fully letting out even more sinful noises. The sight made you needy to get his basketball shorts out of the way, pulling at the band. He immediately responded and raised his hips. You pulled them off to meet a painful looking hard-on through his underwear. “Awww, does it hurt?......hmm?” You dirty talked him as he nodded, “Do you want me to stroke it until it explodes?” His ears and face darkened “Hmhm....”, he nodded. You started outlining and rubbing him through his black boxers. “Y-yes......p-lease, make my cock explode.” You chuckled darkly “Well you’re going to have to wait babyboy” Chris looked up confused. You swiftly flipped and roughly pulled down his underwear, making him squeal into the pillows. You then harshly pulled his hips in the air. His veiny cock didn’t even move away from his lower abdomen, it was so hard from being teased. The music around you making his body move unintentionally to the beat. You moved your eyes away from his length to his tight darker pink entrance. You brought your touch to your lips and rather lewdly suck on them. Making sure that Chris could hear you. You advanced them to his ass circling his tight rim with your wet index and middle finger. Desperate and impatient, Chris pushes back, forcing the wet digit inside him. You feel the stretch and moan with him as he fails his hands, not knowing where to put them. “Please move, g-god please fuck me please please.” He looked so beggerly spread out, his dark hair now a mess, thighs quivering. You began to slowly fuck him, trying to start a steady rhythm. You were growing impatient, wanting high whines, lewder noises. You pushed your finger around his walls as he sucked in a shuddery breath. One became three, filling him up as pushes back towards your digits, starting to bring vocals from deep in his throat as you thrust. Voice cracking, his walls clenching around you. You flip Chris over back on his back, his neglected cock dripping. Lifting his legs slightly you shove your fingers back into his greedy hole, deeper than before. Hitting his prostate dead on, his eyes rolled back, tongue lolling as he pants and moans. “F-fuck Don’t....fUck fuck im-” You grip his cock with your other hand, pumping at a relentlessly, hammering your fingers into his hole at the same pace. Chris’s knuckles are almost white due how hard he’s gripping at the sheets under him, his toes curling in the air, gasping for breath. “I-IM GONNA CUM FUCK FUCK F-UCK~”. You stopped, pulling out, growling. He cried out, losing his high. Getting up with the black silk and rope restraints you moved to the base of the bed, tying his legs down. You stand back to admire him, only to be awestruck. He looked unreal. All flushed, lust clouding his eyes, love bites painted across his milky skin, hole wet and cock red and throbbing. The lighting hitting him just right making him look sinfully angelic. You strode over to him, grabbing his left then right hand. Cuffing and loosely tying them to the headboard as he whined. The cuffs really completed the sight. You climbed back on the bed, briskly grabbing onto his length. His voice cracked as his eyes glossed over. “You look ethereal.” You said gazing at him. He whined out at both the praise and the feeling of you slowly jerking him off as you came closer to his face. He can’t help but thrust up into your hand, it just feels so good. He was aching to reach the previous pleasure he had received “Faster….please?” he moaned. “Anything for you, sweet baby. You’re so good for me, so polite,” you continue to shower him with praise, cooing, knowing how much he loves it, as you speed up your strokes. “B-baby” Chris shakily whimpers. His fists clenching and unclenching the sheets, legs trembling with every swipe of your thumb. His moans mixing with the melody, making the most beautiful music to your ears. Knowing your boyfriend's body all too well so you completely withdraw your hand. Dismissing his release once more. His head threw back in a lewd long wail. Your lips moved on his thigh, peppering light kisses on the abused skin. “I’m close..Fuck.. S-so close baby….PLEASE” he whimpers trying his hardest to not cum right then and there. You wait a little for his orgasm to fade away completely. “Such a good boy” you praised him, as he stopped whining.  (Listen to “It Won’t” by Sevyn Streeter ft. Chris Brown) “Baby”, you called, he raised his teary gaze. You lifted your hips, so that you were standing on your knees. You looked him in the eyes as you moved with the music playing all around you. Swaying and moving your hands all over your body, while you sensually remove your clothing in front of him. His eyes darkened despite his position tied to the bed and previous events done to him. Sliding up to him, removing your underwear lying next to him. You kiss him passionately, as he hungrily pushes back on your lips. You remove his cuffs and he grabs your waist, pulling you on top of him. He raised himself to sitting with you clung onto him. Your heat dragged down his cock, he groaned, you moaning. You kissed each other sensually with hunger. You move back, Chris not breaking the kiss. You removed his foot restraints. He immediately pulled you into his lap. Kissing with such passion it completely consumed the both of you. He pulled your hunches up closer to his abs, leaning back. The breathless whines coming out of your mouths as you lowered yourself down onto him. The sensation was absolutely intoxicating, filling your heads and blocking out any other thoughts. Everything fit perfectly, your hands locking around each together, his wrapping around you, while yours in his shadowy curls, lips enclasping, your connection. Sliding, clenching, holding both of you physically and spiritually. While your bodies entwined, pleasuring and loving each other. Your souls left and bounded as one, nurturing the other. Filling in what their other half lacks and they possess. Forming a perfect whole bond. The music consuming you, both swaying to the rhythm. The both of you let out sighs of pleasure, as you finally connect in the way you needed most. It was relaxed at first, but quickly sped up as you felt just how needy you really were. You held onto him, pressing your bodies together in a panting hug. Your skin on his, feeling each other. “Fuck… You feel so good.” He groaned. Chris’s hands reach out to touch any part of you he can. You bury your face in his neck, holding him tightly. Tears bead at the corner of your eyes from the sensation. Your happiness, the pleasure and love for him overflowing. “Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...” He murmurs incessantly, feeling his orgasm build again. “Please...let me cum… Fu...fuck please...” The breathless begging adds to your own arousal. “Cum for me, baby.” You whispered into his ear while pulling an arm out from under him. “Fuck... Don't stop. Please...don't fucking stop...” He says in between moans. As if you had any intention to. His nails dig into your back to keep you in place, while leaving scratches in their wake. His continuous begging echoed through your skull. “Fuck...” You groan while sitting back up. You slow your hips to an almost agonizing pace, just to hear him whine and beg even more.

“No...no...please...” His desperation makes your walls clench and pulsate around him. “Please...don't stop...” “Don't worry, I'm not.” He sped up, “F-faster please,” Chris pleaded, his voice close to breaking. You were happy to oblige, rolling your hips harder on his. He filled you up so perfectly, just like he always did, and you couldn’t help moaning out loud, the music blending your echoing voices. Chris’s breathless whimpers sounded in your ears and you returned the favor in his. Chris reached up to grip your waist. “God you feel so good around me bab-” he cut himself off with a whiny scream as you clenched around him. You couldn’t help it, hearing him say that made you swell up inside. Leaning back for a second, seeing him covered in a thin sheen of sweat and moaning in that fucking voice of his, it was almost too much for you. “Really?” you asked huffing, “Yes baby, you fit so perfectly around me and in my arms.” You slowed down your motions, and so did he. You stare into each other’s eyes, then you kissed him. Resuming both of your movements. You whispered in his ear “I love you Christopher”, You felt his cheek pressed against your shoulder, warming up as he mixed light giggles in his pants. “I love you more Y/N”, then he kissed you with so much love it could literally be felt in the air. You sped up, moving as fast as you could muster, while clenching as hard as you could. Chris cried out, squeezing his eyes shut, “fuck fuck fuck, please don’t stop, oh g-god.” “You gonna cum soon, baby boy?” you asked him, changing your technique. His voice got caught in his throat, he couldn’t speak, just nodded his head. You could feel him start to twitch inside of you, signaling that he was close. Frantically, Chris thrusted upwards to get more friction, hitting your g spot straight on. You moaned out loudly, letting your head fall on his shoulder as you trembled in pleasure. You rocked back and forth, holding onto Chris’s shoulders as he thrusted upwards over and over again, hitting you in all the right spots. You screamed out in pleasure, shaking, and Chris’s desperate sobs echoed in your ears. His hands came up to grab your hips and shoulder pushing and pulling you down in a harsh manner made you see stars. His hold would leave marks, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. “F-FUCK!” Chris screamed, “I‘m gonna c-cum!” he cried out. “I’m gonna cum, so ffucking ha-” His words cut as you felt him thrust into you, bucking his hips uncontrollably. That was all it took for you to clench violently and come apart squeezing him tightly against you, the force of your orgasm leaving you seeing white. Chris was right with you, shaking uncontrollably as he filled you up with his cum, voice cracking, letting out some of the most arousing high sounds you’ve heard. The two of your were left fucked out, intertwined in each other, not willing to let go. Both covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Chris slowly laid both of you back down, your legs shifting. He quickly moved you to his side, to make sure your connection didn’t break yet. “Can we stay like this?” he asked shyly, breathing into your hair. Taking in your unique sweet smell of fruits, flowers, cakes, and sweets. You turned your neck to him, smiling, pressing your lips against his nose softly. “Yes, we can. I don’t want to leave you anyways.” He smiled, his dimples showing, “I love you.” He nuzzled into your face. You mirrored and kissed his nose again, “I love you too.” You said bringing your hand up to cup and caress his cheek. Kissing his lips and parting, you tangled your fingers through his hair and as he rested his tired head, wrapping his arm around you. You let him stay there, pressing your lips to his forehead as “Get You” by Daniel Caesar played. You pulled out without waking your now sleeping boyfriend

What you witnessed wasn’t expected at all. You were just dropping off lunch for Chan during dance practice, but then you saw him and his ex in one corner of the room together. Her… the one Chan had written “I Hate to Admit” about. You knew she had hurt him, and that you were the one who healed him. But what you weren’t expecting was for her to show up again. Hadn’t she hurt him enough?

They didn’t notice you there. You were standing in the doorway, holding the glass Tupperware while holding back tears.

They were kissing. They were having the time of their lives, and all you could do was watch. It made you realize how useless and pathetic you were. You were nothing to Chan. You were never anyone important. You knew that she’d hurt him, but you didn’t actually believe that he would go back to her. He probably thought you wouldn’t find out.

Right as they pulled away from the kiss, the Tupperware in your hands fell to the ground with a loud bang. They turned to see a flustered you at the doorway with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N…” Chan said as he started walking towards you.

Without any hesitation, you knelt to pick up the shards of glass on the ground. “I’m sorry for bothering your little session.” One of the shards of glass cut your hand, but you couldn’t feel them anymore. You were just hurt by the actions of the one person you’d give up your life for. You ran to the end of the hallway, throwing away the shards of glass into the trashcan and entering the elevator.

“Y/N wait!-” Chan said trying to catch up to you.

After what felt like an eternity, the elevator doors closed fast enough for you to make sure Chan couldn’t catch up to you.

How stupid of you. Believing that Chan would love you the same way he loved the girl who he first loved. You were nothing compared to her. Chan always brushed off talking about her, but you knew deep down there was still something that bothered him about the topic of her. You just didn’t know what.

DING! The elevator stopped at the lobby of the JYP building. Right as you stepped out, you saw Sana. She was the one who’d set you and Chan up.

“Hi, Y/N! Are you doing oka- Oh, honey, what happened?” She asked worried about the tear stained cheeks you had.

“It’s nothing, just a bit emotional today,” you replied as she stared into your eyes out of concern.

“Y/n… don’t lie. I know you. Don’t lie to me. Unnie’s here for you.”

“It’s okay, I promise! I’ll see you around!” You said while faking a smile, trying to hide your bleeding hand and walking out of the lobby.

Right as you were 10 feet from the exit, you heard Chan yell to the security guard, “Stop her!”

Before you could speed off past the security guard, the tall and bulky guard stood in front of you.

“Sir, please understand. I didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, trying to convince the guard that you were innocent of whatever Chan was talking about.

The guard ignored you, and spoke to Chan.

“Thank you, my girlfriend just likes running away from me sometimes, she’s too fast for me,” Chan said with a smile to the guard before dragging you away.

To avoid making anything obvious to the employees surrounding you both, you silently and angrily allowed Chan to drag you back to the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, you stood in silence with blood running down your hands. You were trying to fight Chan’s tight grip around your wrist, but it was to no avail. His grip was tight, showing his white knuckles.

“You’re hurting me!” you yelped while trying to release your wrist.

Chan just stood there holding your wrist with a dark look in his eyes. You knew that he was mad, but what right did he have to be mad? He’s the one who cheated on you. The elevator stopped as you both stepped onto the floor with the recording studios.

“Why are we here?!” you yelled as loud as you could to try and embarrass him. Chan took the first aid kit on the wall and walked over to check if one of the studios was empty. Once finding that it was empty, Chan flipped the card on the panel by the door to Do Not Disturb: Recording in Session with still no reply nor reaction on his face.

As Chan opened the door to the recording studio, he forced you to sit on the couch, and locked the door. Without any hesitation, he took your hand and started rubbing alcohol onto your cut. Wincing quietly in pain so that he wouldn’t see that it did in fact hurt, you turned the other way. After cleaning your cut, he put ointment and a band-aid on your hand.

While throwing away the scraps from the band-aid, Chan softly said, “It’s not what it looks like.”

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to punch him, hit him so he would feel the same pain you were also feeling. But all you could say was, “that’s what every cheater says.”

“Y/n. I’m not lying. You know that I’m not like that. I-”

“No, Chan. I don’t know what you’re like. I don’t know what your true heart wants. Don’t bring your bullshit over here, trying to make me look like the bad guy.”

Saying these words to Chan was hard, but it wasn’t as hard as walking in on him cheating on you with none other than his ex.

“Y/n, you need to understand that I didn’t go in for that kiss. I never even knew she was in the building until she showed up.”

“Rightttt…” You said while rolling your eyes, “you didn’t know she was in the building, but somehow ended up in the same room, kissing each other.”

“Y/n. I’m serious.”

“Prove it. Prove to me that you’re innocent, Chan. Prove to me that you didn’t know she was here, that you didn’t kiss her on purpose! Prove to me that you weren’t going to fuck her if I wasn’t at the door!” you yelled on the top of your lungs. You never usually got angry, but when you did, your voice could resonate through anything. “That’s what I thought, Chan. You can’t prove that you didn’t want to do it-because it’s horny men like you that make excuses for your actions.” Right as you were walking towards the door, Chan grabbed you by the waist and forced you to sit back down. “Let go of me! Stop it, Chan!” You attempted as you were back where you were a few seconds ago.

“I’ll prove it, y/n,” Chan said breathlessly as he took his phone out from his pocket.

“What? Your phone is proof that you’re innocent?!” you started to get up again as Chan stuck his phone in your face.

It was a recording of him practicing from earlier. Chan always recorded himself practicing to watch himself and correct his own moves. You watched as he was practicing their new choreography as his ex walked in, and walked up to him to talk to him. You saw that Chan realized it was her and kept his distance. She walked closer and closer to him. Chan stood there like a rock, incapable of walking away.

“Hi, babe. It’s been awhile,” she said.

“(Ex’s name), you shouldn’t be here. How’d you get in?” you heard Chan’s voice.

“I have my ways, Chan. I miss you, you know? I know we didn’t have the best relationship, but I miss us. I miss the love we had, I miss our cuddles. Don’t you miss us too?” She said all of these things while drawing closer to Chan and attempting to touch him.

You saw Chan pull away as he replied sternly, “No, I don’t miss us. I have y/n who taught me what love truly is. Y/n is the only woman in this world I’d ever love and give my life to.”

“Oh come on, honey. She could never treat you as good as I can. Don’t forget that I’m your first, and will eventually become your last and only.”

“(Ex’s name), you need to leave. I don’t need you here. You’re not invited here anymore.”

And in that moment, she pulled Chan into a kiss right as you walked into the frame, opening the door to the practice room.

“Is that enough proof for you?” Chan asked.

You didn’t know what to say. You were glad that proved his case, but you felt so guilty of the things you’d said while you were angry with him.

“I-” was all you could get out of your mouth as Chan attacked your mouth with his own. It was a sweet kiss. A taste of I’m always going to be here, I’m only yours, and the usual pulling away with a slight bit of blush on your cheeks.

“You don’t actually need to say anything, y/n. It’s a rhetorical question.”

“I knew that…” you muttered as Chan chuckled and pulled you to cuddle with him on the couch of the studio.

“I’m sorry that I-”

“Ah, ah. Don’t. I know that you didn’t mean anything you said, okay babe? Just know what I’m one damn loyal ass man, and am a man of my words. I’d never hurt you ever, okay?”