Backstage
Pairing: Bang Chan x F!Reader
Genre: Smut, porn with little plot
Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f. and m. receiving), profanity, degrading, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, choking
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You hadn’t meant to make him jealous. Well, you never did. You were just being friendly with the other members. But Chris couldn’t help the way his stomach twisted every time he saw you laughing at someone else’s joke, every time he watched as you messed with his members’ hair.
He tried to keep his jealousy in check. It was your job, after all.
JYP had hired you as their personal hairstylist, which automatically brought you super close with all the members, and especially with Chris.
No one knew about the two of you. Not the members, not the fans, not JYP. It was just you and him. It had started casual, after you both drank a little bit too much at a party after releasing their comeback album, and you ended up having sex with him afterwards. Great sex, by the way.
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The stadium was loud. Thousands of people, waiting for Stray Kids to step on stage.
“Okay, guys, you’re up in five!” A staff member called out.
You were just doing your job. But Chris, obviously, didn’t like the way you smiled as you fixed Felix’s hair, and he definitely didn’t like it when you hugged Jisung before letting him moved to the stage.
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The songs passed quickly, until it was finally time for the duets. Han and Felix were up first, then Changbin and Jeongin, after was Chan and Hyunjin, and lastly was Seungmin with Lee Know.
You were in Chan’s dressing room, searching for the spray you used. “Fuck, come on, where are you..” you muttered to yourself, bending down to search under the furniture.
You heard the door close behind you, before the click of the lock echoed in the room. You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. You knew. You just stood up, looking at him through the mirror. “Hey,” you said quietly, and he didn’t greet you back.
“Have you seen—” you started, before pausing. “You okay?” You asked, turning around to look up at him. “Mm, let’s see,” he started, taking a step closer to you. “I’ve been on stage for over an hour, singing and sweating, you have been giving fuck-me-eyes to my members, and now that I’m finally off stage, you’re searching for the fucking spray.”
You blinked, before huffing. “Chan, this is my job. Right now, I’m not yours, okay? I’m just your hairstylist.” You said, turning around to bend down, but he was quicker.
He grabbed your hips, pushing you forward and down until your cheek pressed against the surface of the table. “Christopher—” you whispered, already feeling his cock hardening against your ass.
“Just my hairstylist, huh?” He asked, already shoving your skirt down. “You’re not my hairstylist when you’re moaning my name, are you?” He continued, unbuckling his belt. “You’re not when I have my dick down your throat.”
You whimpered, hands bracing against the edge of the table to anchor yourself. “Chris, we don’t.. Have time for this—”
“We have exactly 5 minutes and 8 seconds until they finish their duets. Plus the minutes they’ll talk to the crowd.” He said, stroking your ass cheek with his hand. “Look at this ass,” he mumbled, smacking it before soothing it with his palm. “You are mine, Y/N. I don’t give a fuck whether we’re at a concert or at our apartment, you’re always mine.”
His words only made you wetter, your walls clenching around nothing as you pushed back against his, rubbing your ass against his cock. “Please, please..” you begged, tears of frustration forming in your eyes.
He turned you around, lifting you up onto the table before kissing you roughly. One hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing until you felt dizzy, the other undoing the buttons of your shirt.
Once it was open, he kissed down your neck, starting with soft kisses, before they turned wetter, his mouth now opening against your skin. He dragged his tongue down and over your bra, making you hiss. “Do you need somethin’?” He asked teasingly, rubbing your nipple with his thumb.
“Just.. Please, take it off, Channie—I need you.” You rambled on, your hand going down to rub your neglected clit. “Uh-Uh,” he said, pushing your hand away. “You wanted to act like a slut today, you get treated like one.” He said, shoving your panties down along with your skirt. He threw them on the floor before kneeling down between your thighs.
He inhaled, almost cumming in his boxers at the smell of your arousal. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbled, blowing air on your exposed skin. You cried out, fingers threading through his hair. “Fuck—Chris! Stop teasing, I beg you..” you sobbed, sniffling quietly.
He finally relented, taking his sweet time kissing your inner thighs, leaving deep, purple hickeys all over them, before dragging his tongue up your folds, making your toes curl. “Yes! F—Fuck, don’t.. Ah—don’t stop..” you moaned, throwing your head back.
He pulled you closer by gripping your thighs, sucking your clit into his mouth. “Use my face. Rub your cunt on it.” He encouraged you. You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hips immediately bucked towards his face, once, twice, and you practically screamed when his nose nudged your clit. “Shit—I’m gonna.. C-Chris..” you whined, making him pull away.
He pulled down his boxers, stroking his cock a few times before grabbing a fistful of your hair, pushing you down to your knees in front of him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen,” he started, tapping his tip against your cheek. “I’m gonna shove my dick down your throat, and you’re gonna take it, swallow everything I give you, you got it?”
You nodded, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. He slapped your cheek gently, making you look up at him.
“Words.”
“Yes,”
“Yes what?”
“Yes daddy.”
The words barely made their way out of your mouth before he thrusted inside, groaning loudly when he felt your tongue pressing flat against his skin. “Fuuuck yeah, just like that—take it.”
One hand gripped the table behind you, the other pushing your head forward in time with his thrusts, making you gag around him, your watery eyes staring up at him. You weren’t in pain though. You were in heaven.
“‘M gonna cum,” he said, not a warning. He threw his head back, thrusting once more before shooting hot, white ropes of cum down your throat, huffing out a breathless chuckle when he felt you swallow. “Good fucking girl,”
He pulled you up to your feet, biting your bottom lip before sliding his tongue against yours, pinning you back against the furniture. He turned you around once more, making you look at the mirror. “Look at ya,” he mumbled, already guiding his cock to your cunt. “Look how fucked out you already look,”
You didn’t have time to reply, because he slammed inside you, making your back arch as you let out a loud moan, leaning your head back against his shoulder. “Fuck, gonna cum just from the sound of your moans, baby.” He panted, wrapping a hand around your throat, forcing you to look at the mirror again. “Who’s fucking you?”
You whimpered, closing your eyes tightly. “You are—Fuck!” You yelped when he slapped your ass hard, making your eyes open immediately. “Eyes on us, or I stop,” he threatened you, his pace turning frantic. “Answer the question.”
“You.. You are! Fuck, you’re fucking me, Christopher!” You screamed, biting your lip.
“That’s right,” he grunted, sucking on the skin of your neck. “Now be a good slut and cum for me,”
With a final thrust, you finally came, sobbing loudly as your gummy walls clenched around his length, milking him. He pulled out, both of you sighing at the loss of warmth, before picking up your panties and skirt. “Wear them.” He said, kissing your forehead.
Once you had managed to freshen up slightly, you glanced at Chris, who was now sitting on the couch, smirking up at you. “Come on, I’m up in 30 seconds. Help me, hairstylist.” He teased.
Hyunjin knocked on the door, and you could hear their song starting to play in the background. “Hyung, we’re up in ten! Hurry!”
Chan sighed, kissing you one last time before opening the door, winking at you.
“See you backstage.”
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this lowkey turned out even smaller than I had imagined lol
