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Watermelon Sugar

Pairing — Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Word Count — 1.6K

Genre & Content — Smut, college au(?), explicit language, porn w/o plot, spitting kink, cum eating(?), oral (f. receiving), sex in public except they don't really have sex (they do it in the library, to be specific), Chan's a bit of a jerk.

“Do it,” you challenge Chan, crossing your arms. “I dare you.”

It’s supposed to be a typical Friday afternoon. You’d spend an hour or so at the college library to finish some assignments, look through the thousands of books, mind your own business at the quiet halls then head straight home. Getting sidetracked by human interactions is the least of your worries, knowing that all of your closest friends attend different universities. You should be fine in your second year but Bang Christopher Chan's decided to ruin your daily routine by starting an argument over your love for space exploration—that he believes is an utter bullshit—much to your chagrin. His whole conceited demeanor changed when he takes notice of the lip balm you’ve had clenched in your fist, an idea coming up to his mind.

"Don’t mind if I do,” a smirk appears on his face, taking a few steps closer to you.

Of course, you’ve seen it coming. But it’s all so sudden when he grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer to him. The lip balm in your hand drops to the floor and is completely forgotten as he grabs your chin, closing the gap between the two of you. Your heart starts pounding while he keeps his eyes on you. You can barely form coherent thoughts, your main focus is on his lips—hoping he gets the signal to kiss you.

Throwing your last bit of shame out of the window, you take his hand onto your lips before kissing his knuckles. Trailing kisses on his palm then onto the back of his hand, you hear a hum of approval. In an effort to seduce him—as if what you’re doing isn’t enough—you take one of his fingers and start sucking it into your mouth, looking straight at him.

Chan swallows the lump in his throat before planting a kiss on the slope of your neck. Coincidence or not, he’s hit the specific spot. It’s enough for your breath to hitch in your throat. You hastily drag his hand down to lift your skirt up a bit. You feel his lips smirk against your neck when his hand’s finally underneath your underwear, stroking your wet pussy.

Just when you think it’s finally happening, he almost immediately pulls his hand away from where you need him the most and leans his forehead onto yours.  “Are you sure you want this, Y/N?”

Whatever happened to the person who said they want a taste of your lips?

“Just do what you have to do,” you breathe out, almost sounding like a whimper.

He chuckles. “So fucking cute and needy for me, huh?”

He doesn’t give you that much time to think of a comeback, pressing his lips against yours. Your back hits the bookshelf behind you as you fold your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair. You feel the hand on your neck cradle the back of your head, pulling you as close as possible. His smooth tongue toys with your lips, invading your mouth as you sear each other with hot, passionate kisses.

“Your lips taste so fucking good,” he says in between kisses.

Soft moans escape from both of your lips, filling the quiet corner of the library.  “Want me to eat you out? Make you feel good?”

He doesn’t let you answer, capturing your lips again with his.

You pull away from the kiss. “Chan, I don't think we should do this here.”

“Where do you want to do it then?” he asks you, caressing your waist.

Your dorm? Definitely not, he’s going to get himself kicked out before he can take one step inside. Restroom? No way in hell you’re going to enter the men’s restroom nor let him enter the women’s restroom. An empty classroom? You doubt there’s a single one that’s unlocked. Running out of options, you decide to take the risk.

“Fuck it, let’s just do it here.”

Chan kneels down, looking up at you. “You have to be quiet though.”

You scoff. “I find it quite an easy ta— shit!”

Almost immediately, you cover your mouth with your hand when he presses a gentle kisses on your clothed pussy. His hands have found their way on your bare thighs, thumb brushing against your skin. You shift above him, feeling the anticipation of having his tongue against your core coming in.

He senses your impatience, a mischievous grin sliding onto his lips. “So you’re saying?”

“Asshole,” you mutter to yourself.

“I’m doing you a favor here—

Before he can even finish his sentence, you’ve already knitted your fingers in his hair to tug him towards where you need him the most. “Just shut up, will you?”

You try to look around to make sure no one’s suspicious of the noise you two have been making. Luckily, you’re in the Reference Section of the library that barely anyone walks through. It’s a perfect spot for people like you who can’t contain their hormones.

Chan doesn’t give you much time to think as he cups your heat with his hand to feel your wetness soaking through the fabric. You bite into your finger to suppress further noises escape your lips, watching him slide his fingers into the waistband of your underwear to pull it down onto the ground. You mindlessly spread your legs for him.

He looks up at you, a cocky smile plastered on his face. “You’re already this wet?”

Not wanting to hear another word from you, he starts teasingly sliding his two fingers up and down your slit. It’s enough to make you shudder, the feeling of his fingers’ already too much for you. You feel one of his fingers poke your entrance but before you can signal him to move, he finally pushes it inside you as his mouth starts working on your clit.

“Put one more” you manage to breathe out as you tug on his hair harder, your face and neck already covered with light layers of sweat. "Please."

You feel his lips smirk against your wet core before he slowly pushes another finger in, making you gasp loudly. He abruptly stops his movements, looking up at you. He’s never seen you this flustered, chest rising and falling with your pussy all wet and glistening for him. Usually, you’d have this stern look on your face before he can even say a word to you but now you're being shameless and begging for him.

“I thought shutting up is an easy task for you?”

As much as you want to slap that stupid grin away from his face, you’re too preoccupied to even bother think about a comeback. Slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, you arch your back from the shelf while holding on to his hair.

“Do you want it faster?” he asks, before licking a bold stripe from your entrance up to your clit. "Y/N?"

He expects you not to give in that easily but you nod, whimpering at the sensation. “Please, just please.”

“Well, that was easy,” he teases before he starts fucking your hole faster, producing lewd and wet noises.

You watch him as he flicks his warm tongue against your clit before sucking it, curling his fingers inside of you at the same time. Pushing him closer to your dripping pussy, you lift one of your legs to rest your foot on his shoulder for support. He would’ve been annoyed at you for laying your dirty shoe on his white polo but this position’s giving him more room for his tongue so who’s he to complain?

"Chan— fuck,” you pant.

He smirks against your core, loving the fact that he’s making you feel good enough for you to call him by his name. Not Bang. Not even asshole nor jerk. You called him Chan.

“You like that, Y/N?” he moans against your pussy, the vibration making your insides turn from the immense pleasure. He keeps the drilling pace of your pussy, feeling you clench around his fingers to signal your high. Not to keep you waiting, he continues to wrap his lips around your clit—sucking on it while flicking his tongue around with no intention of stopping.

It doesn’t take that long for you to feel your body giving up on you, legs shaking from pleasure as your head falls back.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?” he presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing it roughly as you start rocking your hips against him. “That’s right, come for me.”

“Holy shit,” you drag out as you spill everything on his fingers and mouth.

Chan doesn’t waste time to stand up, keeping your juices inside his mouth. Cupping your cheeks, you almost immediately knew what he’s going to do. You part your lips open as he spits your cum into your mouth, not letting a single drop spill down your chin. “You’re so fucking hot.”

If he has enough time, he would’ve taken his precious time to look at your fucked out expression but he needs more. He wants more. Just as he’s about to unbuckle his belt, you’ve already pulled up your underwear before you start wiping your sweat off with the back of your hands.

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, placing his hands on the sides of his waist. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah,” you casually say as you grab your backpack from the ground, slinging it onto your shoulder. “Do you have a problem with that?”

He looks at you in disbelief, pointing at the obvious bulge on his pants. “You’re going to leave me with this?”

“You can handle it on your own, can’t you?” A cheeky smile escapes your lips.

Turning around to walk away from the clearly disappointed Chan, you suddenly hear him call out to your name. “Not even a blowjob? A handjob?

You stop in your tracks to face him again. “I’m not the type to return a favor, Bang.”

“You’ve had your taste, that’s all you’re going to get.”

[minflorist]

Choke

Pairing — Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Word Count — 2.1K

Genre & Contents — Slight(?) angst, very suggestive smut, porn w/o plot, established toxic relationship, dom/sub undertones(?), explicit language, mentions of infidelity, gunplay, choking, dry humping.

If there’s one thing Bang Chan is afraid of, it’s you. Almost everyone's afraid of what you’re capable of. Have you committed a crime? Not yet. Have you done something alarming enough for your neighbors to be cautious of you? Yes, too many times. Some even had to move out of town to stay away from you. Did it stop him from falling for you? No, absolutely not. Everyone’s warned him about you but not once did he took the time to listen. He’d be lying if he said he hadn't seen it coming because he did. But not to this extent.

Watching you swing the silver handgun in the air as if you were in a trance, his hands start feeling clammy and beads of sweat have already formed on his forehead. You've been like this for several minutes and maybe more. He gathers up the ounce of courage he has left and calls out your name, snapping you out of your thoughts. If you ever had one.

You tilt your head with a seemingly innocent smile. “Uh-huh?”

It's a strange feeling. He's expecting an evil grin that would be enough for him to run out of the house, but here you are giving him a smile instead. Almost as if you're genuinely happy to possess such a thing that dangerous. It's still scary if he's to think about it. That doesn't stop him from trying to get the gun away from you though.

“Just hand me over that gun, okay?”

You pout, shaking your head. “Why should I?”

Chan scratches the back of his neck while you continue dancing around the room. The gun is still in your hand and aiming it everywhere when all of a sudden, you stopped and looked straight right at him. The glazed expression on your face is unpredictable, so he expected the worst and had put his hands up in defense. But instead of aiming the gun at him, a smirk appears in the corner of your lips.

His eyes grow wide when you put the muzzle in between your lips. Ever slowly, you started sucking the firearm into your mouth.

“Y/N, that’s— damn it— stop it, will you?”

You don't listen to him, bobbing your head up and down the gun while staring at his panicked face. He tries to reach out for you but his feet won't move, legs shaking. He tries to think of a way to snatch the gun without agitating you but when it comes to someone like you, there is no way.

When the gun left your mouth, you give him another innocent smile. “Do you like that, Chan? Do you want me to suck your cock like that?”

“Just give it to me, Y/N.” He tries to maintain his composure, extending his hand outward.

You scoff, placing your hands on the sides of your waist. “What are you so afraid of, Chan?”

“Are you seriously asking me what I’m afraid of while holding a gun?” he exclaims, losing his cool but composes himself. He's put up with you for almost two years, the worst thing you had ever done is kiss a random guy right in front of him. When asked why you did it, the only explanation you could come up with was you wanted to make him feel jealous.

Scanning the gun you've hold up to your face, you nonchalantly shrug your shoulders.

“Just hand it over," he says in a rather loud voice. “Please.”

In a split second, he thought you'd finally give in when it seems like you're contemplating but you playfully shake your head "no".

“This might be a good alternative for your cock, you know? My pussy would love this,” you tell him, lifting your skirt up with the gun to reveal your black lace underwear. "Don't you think so, Chan?"

Chan scratches the back of his head, slowly losing his patience with you for the second time. “Listen, it’s dangerous. You can—

He couldn't finish his sentence when you swiftly point the gun at him, to which he responds by raising his hands up in defense. “Answer me, Chan. Why should I give it to you?”

His whole demeanor changes. Even though he's sweating and shaking in sheer panic, he wants to let you know that you're not in charge of him nor he'd let his fear of you control him. But the second you aimed the gun at his face, he's become your puppy begging for his life.

“Y/N, baby. You know that you can accidentally kill someone with that, right?”

You bite your lip, trying to stop yourself from laughing at his pathetic ass. You have that look again—the same look you gave him when he begged for you to stay with him after making out with a pimp at a bar. Every time that look appears on your face, he can already tell that you're enjoying the show. He knows that something about him being scared of his own girlfriend entices you. You'd probably do it over and over and if you're crazy enough, you'd most likely kill to see him like this again.

"Baby?" he calls out to you when he notices you're spacing out again.

“I won’t shoot you, don’t worry.”

That definitely doesn't sound assuring.

“Just put the gun down, at least,” he tells you while he starts slowly walking towards you.

You're busy swinging the gun around the room, paying no attention to your boyfriend who’s already close enough to grab you. He takes this as an opportunity to have the upper hand. “Why should I? This is fun—

You squeal when he grabs you by the arm that’s holding the handgun, his other hand holding you by the waist as he gently pushes you against the wall. You drop the gun down on the floor, producing a loud thud. He exhales a long breath, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Why are you being such a pussy?" you can't help but chuckle.

"Where did you even get that?" he asks you, grabbing your chin to angle your head up.

The question sends a mischievous grin to your lips. "Minho gave it to me."

Hearing Minho's name never fails to rile him up. It's evident with the stern look on his face.

"Remember him, Chan?"

Lee Minho. How can he forget about this guy? The same guy who was stuck to you like a tattoo—wherever you go, that bastard goes. The same guy he saw you making out with in front of your house when he started falling for you. The very same guy he's been jealous of for years, way before he started dating you. He can't help but let the thought of Minho laying a finger on you get to him.

"You met up with him?" he asks with so much jealousy in his tone. "What does he want?"

Instead of answering his question, you begin palming him through his pants while you start peppering his neck with kisses. It doesn't take too long for him to be wrapped around your fingers again. He doesn't notice you grab the gun from the floor as you push him towards the couch, forcing him to sit down as you welcome yourself on his lap.

One of his hands find its way on the back of your neck, pulling you closer as you proceed to kiss his neck before working your way down onto his collarbone. His breath hitches when you start grinding your hips, legs tightening around his waist. In an instant, he connects his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. You deepen the kiss, your tongue finding his as he struggles with stopping a moan from escaping his lips. Growing impatient about showing the surprise you have in hand, you part away from his swollen lips.

"No need to be so jealous, Chan," you assure him. "I'm only yours to enjoy."

Just when he's about to kiss you out of desperation, he notices the poorly-hidden gun behind your back. Before he can even push you off of him, you somehow sensed it and pointed the gun directly at his head. You don't give him much time to beg for his life, pulling the trigger.

Chan had a lot of things on his mind. One being why did he fall for you out of all people in this damned neighborhood. The other being why does he not feel any pain. He opens his eyes to find out that nothing happened.

The first thing he hears is you laughing. "Relax, it doesn't have any bullets in it."

"I took them out before you arrived," you explain further. "Did you really think I was going to shoot you? You should've seen your face, you're like—

He jumps down on your throat before you can even say anything further. "I've had enough of your bullshit, Y/N."

You quirk an eyebrow at him, unimpressed with the attitude he's never shown you before. He wants to give you a taste of your own medicine and take control of the situation but this plan is long forgotten when you held the gun up. You start trailing the muzzle of the gun up to his chest until it hovers on the side of his neck. His expression falls with every movement. He could've sworn that you'd shoot him if it's loaded.

"Open your mouth," you firmly tell him.

He refuses to do what he's told but you're impatient.

"Christopher?"

He tries to keep quiet but a soft moan betrays him when you swiveled your hips on top of his hardness. His hands subconsciously hold onto your hips, adding a bit more pressure. He may deny it but you've had him under your control from the very start—blush rising onto his cheeks while eliciting high-pitched whines that are music to your ears.

Moving your hips faster, a rather loud moan escapes his throat and you take this as an opportunity to slide the gun inside his mouth. He sees it in your eyes that you're pleased with the sight. At first, he had a concerned look on his face but he somehow finds the idea of having a gun in his mouth and you being on top of him thrilling. You're taken aback when you watch him hold your hand with both of his as he starts bobbing his head up and down—mirroring what you were doing earlier.

He doesn't dare break the eye contact as you ground your already wet core against his clothed cock. "You like this?"

The satisfied tone of your voice encourages him to take the gun deeper in his mouth, almost immediately choking himself. Just when he thought you're enjoying it, you forcefully pull the gun out of his mouth. You throw the gun somewhere before pulling your shirt up to reveal your naked chest. Of course. You're never the type to wear bras, making you an easy target for captious eyes of everyone's moms.

You brush your hair up as Chan's hands start gently kneading your breasts. Pulling his face closer to your chest by wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel his tongue taking in one of your nipples. A hand grabs your ass, as if begging to pick up your pace but you do the opposite.

"Y/N—

He trails off, a whine leaving his lips as he squirms underneath you.

"You're such a good boy for me."

He's already awfully hard, giving you the opportunity to rub yourself along the entirety of his length. You bite your lip when a moan almost escaped your lips when he brushes against your clit just right. Your movements subconsciously speed up as he starts bucking his hips to keep up with your pace.

Just when he felt a sudden tug in the pit of his stomach, you lift yourself up from his lap. "You're not gonna come unless you fuck me."

With you on top of him, he struggles to push his pants down while you leisurely tear the fabric of your underwear as if you've done it so many times. Watching you hold onto his shoulders, a moment of realization rushes in. Just when you're about to fully sink down on his cock, your name escapes from his lips.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes meet his. "What?"

"I'm not in the mood," he tells you, shifting his gaze onto the floor.

He can tell in an instant that you're confused. One minute he's willingly sucking a gun for you, the next he's asking you to stop. But you waste no time in getting off of his lap, sitting right beside him as he pulls his pants back up.

"You can always leave. What's stopping you?"

"I can't," he sighs. "I don't want to."

Chan will never know the reason why he can't break up with you. He'll never know why he can't leave someone as twisted as you. Almost everyone believes he's blinded by love but that's even the case. He's very much aware that you're almost like a drug that's bound to ruin him from the start. Unfortunately for him, he's already addicted. He knows where he's getting himself into but how come he can never leave you?

He pities himself as much as you pity him. He's always known that it's never your intention to make him fall for you. You'd never even bat an eyelid if he didn't approach you first. You'd probably never date him if he didn't almost risk his life when he jumped off of a cliff in front of you and your bastard friends.

"You will have to."