#christopher bahng

CHRISTOPHERRRRR WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGG?!?! 😩

No room to hate you.

Pairing: Christopher Bahng x F!Reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers, one bed trope, porn with plot

Warnings: hate sex, dom!christopher, sub!reader, degradation, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, praise kink (kind of), dirty talk, slapping

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The slap landed hard on his cheek, the sound echoing through the hallway of your school.

“You’re such a dick.” You snapped, jabbing a finger at his chest before shoving him away. “Next time I’ll make sure to knock all your teeth out so you can’t throw insults at me.”

Christopher stared at you, as did the whole school, his hand pressed against the spot where you’d hit him. “Yah,” he said, stepping closer to you. “You have five seconds to get out of my sight before I-”

“What’s going on here?” Mr. Lee asked, stepping between the two of you. Christopher turned to look at him, exhaling sharply through his nose. “Everything’s fine-”

“Christopher insulted me,” you interrupted, your eyebrows furrowed. Mr. Lee sighed, patting Christopher’s shoulder as he turned around. “To my office, Christopher.”

You smiled, clearly satisfied, when Christopher flipped you off before walking away.

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“God, I swear, he’s the most annoying person I’ve ever met. He’s just so.. Confident and fucking full of himself, it makes me wanna—”

“Fuck him?” Yuna chimed in, wiggling her eyebrows at you as she leaned back against your pillow.

“Yuna, no! Ew! I would never ever, and I mean ever, sleep with Christopher Bahng. I’d rather get burned alive.” You argued a bit too much, crossing your arms over your chest as you stood at the edge of the bed, watching Yuna as she clicked her tongue and sat up.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t get me wrong, he is a massive asshole, but he’s also hot as fuck. Probably the hottest in our school.” She said with a sigh, smiling to herself.

“You can have him then,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “You know what? We have more important things to worry about than talking about Christopher,” you paused, bending down to pick up your empty suitcase. “Like get ready for the school trip!”

After that, you and Yuna spend the entire night filling your suitcases with clothes, snacks and other stuff. When morning came, you opened the curtains, giggling before glancing at Yuna, who was groaning as she rolled onto her stomach. “The curtains!” She said.

“Yuna-ah, wake up! We’re gonna be late!” You said, slowly dragging her off the bed. You looked at the time: 5:47AM. Perfect.

“Y/N, we have to be there at 7:30. Five more minutes..” she whined, but reluctantly stood up from the bed.

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“Alright everyone, gather up!” Mr. Lee called out. “Let’s see.. Y/N L/N?”

“Here!” You said, raising your hand. He nodded, shouting out the names of the students. “Alright, Christopher Bahng?” He said.

“Yeah, here.” Christopher replied from behind you, and you immediately turned, looking up at him. “You—” you pursed your lips. “How are you—I thought you got expelled.”

“Well, I didn’t.”

“What?” You huffed out.

He took one step closer. “Did I stutter, Y/N?” He asked, looking down at you. You should have slapped him again. But you didn’t. Instead, you just shook your head. “No.”

He nodded once, before walking away.

Inside the bus, you leaned your head against the window, your arms crossed as your leg bounced restlessly. Yuna furrowed her eyebrows, resting her hand on your knee. “Hey.” She said quietly.

“Mm?” You hummed, turning to look at her. She sighed softly, raising her eyebrows. “You’re pissed off.” She stated. You just scoffed. “I mean.. Just—Look at him! He’s driving me fucking crazy! How did he not get expelled? He got expelled for kicking a door but not for insulting me in front of everyone?” You slumped back against your seat, pouting.

“Fuck him, Y/N. This trip is supposed to be fun. Don’t worry about Christopher.” She said, rubbing your knee reassuringly. “You’re right.” You sighed. “I won’t think about him.”

That was until you got to the hotel.

“Room 345.. Kim Jiwon and Kwon Nari.” The receptionist called out, handing them the keycards.

“Room 412,” she continued. “Lee Yuna and..” Come on..

“Choi Yejin,” Your heart stopped. Fuck no. How was that possible? And when you thought it couldn’t get any worse:

“Room 162, Y/N L/N, and.. Christopher Bahng.” What. The. Fuck. Sure, you knew boys and girls were assigned rooms together, but him, out of all the boys?

You glanced at Yuna, seeing her fucking smiling as she wiggled her eyebrows. Was she for real?

“Well,” a voice said from beside you. “Guess I’ll see you soon, roomie.” Christopher said, placing the keycard in your hand before walking away with his friends.

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“I don’t wanna do this.” You whispered, resting your head on Yuna’s shoulder. “I have to share a room with him for one fucking week. I can’t.. I just can’t, Yuna.”

“Y/N, he’s probably not gonna be in the room at night. He’s too busy hanging out with friends. And if he does come to the room, well—” you cut her off

“No.” You said simply, sitting up. “I’m not having sex with him.”

“You say that now,” she continued, smirking brightly. “But what if he’s.. Y’know..” she shrugged. “Big? And good at it?”

“Jesus, Yuna,” you huffed, burying your face in your hands. “Stop.”

“I’m just saying!” She exclaimed, defending herself. You sighed softly, sitting up as you glanced at the clock. It was already 1:12 AM, and you hadn’t settled in your room yet, your suitcase sitting in the corner of Yuna’s room.

“I should probably go,” you said reluctantly, standing up.

You navigated through the long hallway of your floor, glancing at the door numbers. 160.. 161.. 162. Just as you were about to swipe the keycard, Chris appeared beside you, leaning against the doorframe. “Guess you haven’t been in the room yet,” he said, glancing down at your suitcase.

You nodded once, swiping the keycard. “Neither have you.” You mumbled, pushing the door open. You opened the lights, and your heart almost left your body. One fucking bed. What were the odds?

Chris let out a low whistle, looking around before flopping down onto the bed. “Nice fucking room.”

“Seriously? All you have to comment on is the fucking room?” You snapped, throwing your suitcase on the floor. “I’ve had enough of you, okay? First the insults, now the bed. I’m not sharing a bed with you!”

Chris looked up at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he raised his hands up in surrender. “Shit—No need to get aggressive, yeah?” He said, sighing heavily. “I’ll take the floor.”

You blinked slowly. Did he just offer you the bed? Or was that just another trick? Either way, you just huffed, lying down on the bed.

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Once you had fixed your stuff, you changed into your nightgown and climbed onto the bed, turning your back to him.

“Y’know, people say goodnight.” He muttered, glancing at you from the floor.

“You don’t deserve a goodnight,” you mumbled, nuzzling your face against the pillow. He just hummed quietly, closing his eyes.

Not even 30 minutes later, he heard your breath hitch, and when he turned his head to look at you, he noticed how much you were shivering, and he tsked. “Yah, Y/N,” he called out quietly.

“What?” You asked, pulling the sheets tighter around you. “You’re cold,” he stated.

“No shit,” you replied, huffing out.

He pursed his lips, before standing up, carefully sliding behind you on the bed, pulling you back against him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You asked, immediately shifting away from him, only to be pulled back against him tighter.

“Y/N, can you stop being so reactive for once in your fucking life and just let me help you?” He snapped, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You’re freezing. The room doesn’t have air conditioning. You’ll freeze to death if I don’t help you warm up.”

You sighed, shutting your eyes closed as you exhaled sharply through your nose. “Fine,” you whispered.

After about five or ten minutes, you had finally managed to relax, your body slowly warming up. Chris was quiet behind you, breathing slowly against your hair.

His hand drifted down slowly, and you weren’t sure if he was actually awake or asleep. “Christopher?” You called out quietly, and he hummed in response.

He toyed with the hem of your nightgown, before sliding his hand up your thigh. “See? You’re all warmed up now..” he mumbled, pushing your hair away with his other hand.

Your breath hitched, this time not from the cold outside. “Y-Yeah, I’m..” you trailed off, feeling his fingers tease your panties. “Christopher—”

“Shut up,” he said, pressing his fingers against your clothed pussy, earning a gasp from you. “What the fuck are you—Oh-” your mouth fell open when he slid two fingers inside, running them along your folds before dipping them inside, hissing at how wet he found you.

“Already?” He asked, pumping his fingers in and out of your hole slowly. “Didn’t know you were such a slut for my fingers, Y/N.” He chuckled, pressing his mouth against your neck. “F-Fuck you.” You breathed out, rolling your hips against his hand.

He smiled against your skin, his fingers speeding up. “Yeah,” he whispered. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Before you could answer, or at least try to, he shifted, rolling you onto your stomach. “Face down, ass up, c’mon.” He patted your back.

You whined quietly, pressing your face in the pillow before lifting your hips, feeling his palms slide over your ass cheeks. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed out, slapping one cheek, making you yelp.

“Such a fucking slut f’me..” he said, pulling away to pull his sweatpants and boxers down, throwing them somewhere on the bed, before pulling his shirt off as well.

“Acting all mighty when others are around,” he pushed your nightgown up, grabbing his already hard cock with his other hand, giving it a few rough strokes before sliding it against your puffy lips. “Who would’ve guessed you’d be this wet the moment I offered to help you?”

“Please..” you whimpered, voice muffled by the pillow. He smirked, stroking your back. “What was that?” He asked. When you didn’t reply, another hard slap came down on your ass, making your back arch. “I need words, Y/N.”

“Fuck—Chris, please just..” you moaned when he pushed in just the tip, your eyes tearing up. “Just fuck me already! Please..” you begged, pressing back against him.

He finally relented, grabbing your hair as he pushed into your aching cunt in one swift thrust, throwing his head back when he felt how warm you were. “Jesus—fuck.” He grunted, pulling out all the way before slamming back in, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, groping them and spreading them apart. “So good, baby—You feel amazing..” he praised, kissing your spine.

You gripped the sheets, your mouth falling open as you moaned loudly, pressing back to meet his thrust. “Don’t—Don’t stop, Chris..” you whined, your eyes rolling back as drool slid down your mouth and on the pillow.

“Never,” he breathed out, landing another smack on your ass. You whimpered again, feeling your orgasm building fast. “Christopher—I’m—I’m gonna cum..”

“Yeah? C’mon, sweet girl, cum on my cock.” He demanded, and it sent you over the edge immediately. Your back arched like a bow as you screamed, your walls pulsing rhythmically around him. He thrusted one last time before pulling out, spilling his hot cum all over the sheets.

He lay down on his back, pulling you closer as he kissed you for the first time ever. It was deep and passionate, his tongue sliding against yours slowly before pulling away.

“Warm enough now?” He asked, glancing at you.