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lixystraysworld · 5 months

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Do you want to Stay?

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Bang Chan × reader fanfiction

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You lifted your gaze to the black sky, devoid of a single cloud, and took a deep breath of the cool autumn air. It had been a while since you had seen so many stars. They twinkled coldly and aloofly, blanketing the sky with their bright, almost blinding brilliance. The wind brushed against your dress once again with a sudden gust, causing your hair to cascade lightly over your shoulders. Taking another step toward the edge, you cast your eyes downward. Your heart froze like a stone in your chest, tense, as if willing your body to stop. To halt you, even if it meant losing consciousness just to prevent you from doing it. They say fear is a natural feeling when you've made up your mind to kill yourself.The body will resist it even subconsciously, but that thought didn't deter you. You had already decided everything. After all, it's just one second, or at most a couple. One small step forward. Downward. Then only the fall, lightness, oblivion, tranquility, emptiness. No one will throw you away, betray you, leave you, or reproach you for doing something wrong. You kept your eyes fixed on the sidewalk in front of the hotel whose roof you stood on. It's worth enduring the pain one more time for eternal peace. With this thought, you stood on the very edge and heard the faint dust and concrete crumbling beneath your feet, reminding you of how high up you were. Another gentle wave of shivers passed over your skin, but you already knew exactly what you wanted. Only one step remained, and it would all be over.

"Don't do this!" a sudden male voice echoed, and then someone's hand forcefully grabbed you, pulling you back as you stumbled and closed your eyes in fear. After a couple of seconds, slowly opening your eyes, you found yourself in the firm grasp of a stranger in a black cap. He literally pressed you against his chest, not giving you the opportunity to step back.

"I... I just," you blinked rapidly, feeling lost as tears welled up in your eyes. The guy gently but firmly grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

"Hey, you shouldn't be doing this, you hear me? No."

You immediately wanted to protest, push him away, shake your head, but as you looked into the guy's face, you suddenly fell silent, only managing to open your mouth.

"You..."

You couldn't believe your eyes – before you stood Bang Chan from Stray Kids. Still holding you with one hand and staring into your eyes with his brown ones. Under different circumstances, you would probably beg him for an autograph. Funny, but that was the last thing on your mind right now.

"I'm not going to watch you try to become a bird," he exhaled and touched your cheek, "Wow, yeah, you're freezing. Ice-cold," he whispered, and with a sharp motion, he lifted you up.

"What are you doing?" you looked at the idol, astonished.

"I live in this hotel. Let's go."

He simply headed towards the rooftop exit before you could object. After a while, you found yourself in a soft black chair in a spacious five-star hotel room, and Bang Chan handed you hot green tea. Still stunned by his presence, you couldn't believe it. Surveying the room with a large bed, two leather sofas, and a huge TV, your eyes fixed on the view of the city's night lights from the large panoramic window.

"What was that up there?" Chan's voice broke your thoughts, and you realized you had become distracted.

"It doesn't matter," you sighed awkwardly.

"No, I know what you were doing, but why?"

"I just... I. What does it matter? No one will notice my disappearance anyway," you lowered your eyes into the cup, avoiding his gaze, taking another sip.

"I noticed," Bang Chan said in a serious yet gentle tone. He didn't look away. "I don't know what happened to you, but it shouldn't be like this," he stood up, tossing his cap onto the sofa and running his fingers through his hair as he went to the fridge to get himself pineapple juice.

"You don't understand. It's all very complicated, and..." you set the cup aside, standing up. "I better... Thank you, but I need to go."

Immediately after these words, you headed for the exit, seemingly unable to answer any questions for yourself. Maybe this is all a dream or a near-death hallucination. Yes. It definitely was. You must have already died; otherwise, how to explain the presence of an idol here? With this thought, you rushed to the door and had even opened it when your wrist was firmly grabbed again, and the door closed with a gentle pressure.

"Hey," he uttered softly, "You don't need to leave right now."

Chan exhaled deeply, as if containing his concern, and you turned around, realizing how close he was. Short light hair with a hint of ginger, strong shoulders now tensed, holding, and his brown eyes gleamed with unwavering confidence. Doubts about him being real simply scattered. You could feel Bang Chan's breath literally against your skin.

"You don't understand. You don't know me."

"I know what it's like to want to die. I wanted to do it too. Don't. By doing that, you'll never find out what good could happen to you."

You froze, "You write beautiful music, and many people love you. What good can happen to me? I'm just ordinary. No one will notice my death."

"Out of all the millions of people, it's you standing in front of me right now." He smiled slightly. "So, you recognized me?"

"How can one not know?" you swallowed and looked into his face again. "You shouldn't take responsibility for my life. You don't have to do this. Just let me go."

"I don't have to, but I want to," Chan smiled warmly, and you glanced at his lips.

"Why?" you asked almost in a whisper, feeling your voice breaking into a whisper.

"Because you're a young, beautiful, and interesting girl whose inner world seems too deep to be understood at first glance. It happens. Not everyone can appreciate it, but you shouldn't stand on the edge of the roof; you should shine," he touched your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

"I'm not a celebrity," you tilted your head, sighing.

"All of this is silly and meaningless," you took a deep breath, but Bang Chan pulled you abruptly towards him.

"Silly? What's silly about living one more day where you can do what you've always wanted? Travel, discover new things, get rich. Have you at least kissed someone yet?" Bang Chan raised an eyebrow, looking at your lips.

"I... Yes, but that's not the point here," your cheeks flushed, and you wanted to lower your gaze, but he immediately found your lips, slowly and unhurriedly, with tenderness, asserting his control over them. His fingers trailed from your hair down your delicate spine, and the kiss became more demanding, causing your reasoning to blur like expensive wine. He completely captured your attention, lightly biting your lower lip, and you instinctively leaned towards him when he pulled away. Bang Chan grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction to his touch. His fingers ran along your spine, sending shivers down your back.

"You know," he said softly, his voice low and seductive, "you can always stay."

You couldn't believe your ears, "What?"

The guy smiled, "I've learned a few things since I was in your place. To be happy, you shouldn't deny yourself what you want." He leaned a bit closer to you, "So, what do you really want? To leave or to stay?"

For a moment, resistance seemed to flicker in your mind, but then you eagerly lunged at his lips in response, already clutching the black shirt on his chest.

His heart raced faster as he felt your breath on his lips, the warmth of your body pressed against him. It was the moment he had clearly been waiting for. When your lips met his, he let out a soft moan, and his hands found their way to your waist. In a moment, Bang Chan lifted you up and carried you to the bed. Hovering over you, he gazed down, causing the blanket to ripple in waves as he didn't take his eyes off you.

"So beautiful," he whispered before showering kisses on your neck. You closed your eyes, inhaling the scent of his cologne, feeling your heart race inside.

He was a stranger you had known for years. He had been your lifeline in moments when you didn't even realize it, and now, on the day when you had given up the fight for your life, he saved you. You didn't want to die now, but inside, a completely different desire was boiling. You kissed his cheek again and pulled his damn shirt off. Chan ran his fingers along your thigh as you pulled him closer, getting entangled in his hair with your fingers.

His hand slipped under the light fabric, lifting it higher, caressing your young, feminine body, squeezing your breast through the tight lace of your bra. You bit your lip slightly, and he whispered, "You like this, don't you?" asked he licked your earlobe.

"Yes," you moaned, squirming, wrapping your legs around him. In one swift motion, Chan pulled your dress over your head, tossing it aside. He pressed his lips to your stomach, showering it with feather-light kisses. He kissed your belly button, tracing it with his tongue, and you gripped his shoulder with a heavy exhale.

"Were you going to give it up"Bang Chan smirked a little and pulled down your panties, penetrating your most sensitive spot with his tongue. Touching it with his lips, caressing it in circular motions so that you involuntarily bucked.

'Oh, God," you cried out, closing your eyes and buckling your knees as his hand gripped your ankle, and a second later both your legs were resting on his strong shoulders, shaking with mad pleasure.

He swept his tongue deeper and deeper, exploring the space that was so sensitive now. He pressed your clit with gentle strokes, and you cried out again in frenzied pleasure. You pulled the boy's hair back against your body, pressing your lips into his, literally moaning into them again, and Bang Chan growled with arousal in response.

Feeling your hands in his hair, he pressed closer, biting your lip, and grasped your hands sharply, pinning them to the bed above your head, making you arch under his strong body. Chan pulled away, watching you gasp slightly at his actions.

«If you still want to go, I can stop». He said, tugging on your earlobe.

" No..." you whimpered, almost pitifully, "please.

"Oh, really? So you've changed your mind? You want to stay? - he said, pulling down the strap of your bra and kissing your shoulder. Moving down to the bare parts of your breasts.

"Yes!" you closed your eyes, feeling his fingers find the clasp, lifting you up a little and freeing your firm breasts from the beautiful but unnecessary fabric. Holding you slightly in the air, he kissed the hollow between your breasts, and you sucked in air, "Yes," you whispered again, clinging to him tighter as he distracted himself from exploring your curves with his lips and released your hands. Bang Chan sucked in your scent with his nose.

"Good girl," he whispered approvingly as his hand finally slid to his jeans, stretching the belt. The sound of lightning echoed through the silent room as he thrust into you, making you gasp at the heat surging through your body so overwhelmingly hard that you squeezed his shoulder, seeming to leave long fingernail marks, as if a cat had done it, but you couldn't find the line between reality and your fantasies any other way "Oh, shit."

You only heard a growl in response, and the guy slowed down a little, letting you get used to it, or slowing down from your scratches, but still holding you tightly against him. Your bra slid down under his touch as you came to your senses a little from the feel of his cock inside you and began to move to meet him. Your breath hitched when he kept moving as brazenly as he did, running his tongue around your nipples, leaving a hickey, biting and nudging them. He squeezed the other breast with the palm of his hand, literally making you shiver and move faster. You seemed to melt completely under his lips. You melted from the heat of his breath and pulled the guy close again, kissing his cheekbones and neck, biting and leaving the same bright kiss mark as he did on your breasts, which now seemed to swell even more. Taking advantage of how tight he was against you, you rolled Bun Chan onto his back, climbing on top of him. You leaned down, kissing his scratched shoulder, gently tracing each scratch with your tongue, running your lips over his broad chest, hearing a rumbling sigh as you felt his eyes on you. Brazenly going lower and lower, you touched each perfect abs with your tongue and rubbed your hips against his cock, pushing down on him again. Not stopping kissing, you heard him moaning, taking the rhythm under your control and riding him confidently moving on his strong body. Again she felt the surge of pleasure. The heat that was building up downstairs, begging to explode.

"Oh, Gosh.Babygirl," Chan moaned. His fingers slid down your waist to your breasts as he moved to meet you, literally leaving his palm marks on your soft skin. Squeezing you even tighter. Forcing you to push to the limit and deeper. Entering you thrust after thrust. Only it was too unthinkable to end it like this, right here. You slid off him sliding down to his hips and looked up at the astonished Aydol like a predatory cat. Your eyes met as you ran your tongue along the base of his dignity and he bit his lip, keeping his gaze on you. You slowly touched his cock with your lips, plunging it into your mouth and wrapping it tightly around him. Bang Chan threw back his head, growling again:

" What are you doing to me? Jesus!"He exhaled as you began to move, pressing your lips tighter and tighter together without hesitation. You were sure you were doing the right thing to please him. Slowly, you began to glide down the length of him and gradually increased your pace. It was too nice to see him so relaxed, defenseless and completely at your mercy. His hand tangled in your hair and his hips jerked a little, moving to meet your mouth and helping yourself with your hands, you engulfed him to the very base, seemingly frozen for a second. You felt a throbbing sensation as you rested your hands on his abs, but suddenly he pulled you down hard, and it would have been painful if it hadn't been for his fierce kiss, which captured all your emotions in a second.

He rolled over on the bed in one motion, laying you on your stomach and hovering over you. This time, from behind you, so that you could feel his breath on the back of your neck.

" You crazy little devil," he growled low. Already he was entering you without a moment's hesitation, and you cried out, clutching the blanket as he started moving again, kissing your shoulder and then along your spine, which was now energized by this wild pleasure. The guy only sped up as he leaned on his hands, entering you brazenly and fully, making your hips jerk with thrust after thrust. His hand was on yours, making your fingers intertwine and your loud moans mixed with his growls filled the room. Pressing against his power you felt the guy's kiss on your cheek:

"Come on babygirl," he exhaled invitingly as he entered you again, when finally you suddenly realized that you were shaking with frenzied pleasure. Your heart was turning over your chest and with his name on your lips, you fell on the sheets unable to move.

Bang Chan collapsed on top of you, but he rested his head on your back, still breathing heavily and raggedly:

"Oh, my God," he whispered softly, gently touching your disheveled hair. You couldn't seem to describe how you felt, even if you wanted to. You still couldn't believe you were feeling all those emotions, feeling his skin and hearing his voice.

"What?" he said, noticing your smile.

"And how did you end up on that roof?

"Well, you know, I couldn't miss a girl like you. "You can't leave. Promise me you won't leave this world," he stroked your hair, "You make it a better place, even if you don't think you do, but I know you do.

You smiled again. Your heart felt warm at those words, and your body was still aching with the pleasure of it.

« No. You know, you're right. I think will stay.»

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