Part 9 - The Punishment

You slept late, and woke up laying in his arms with your head on Han's chest. He was dead asleep, but beautiful. You admired his face for a long time before he opened his eyes, looked down at you sleepily, and smiled.

He made love to you this time, slowly and carefully. Kissing you softly but deeply. Looking into your eyes. Saying things in your ear that made you swoon. He moved so smoothly that you forgot time. Your moans were too loud, but so were his. You completely dissolved under him, your orgasm feeling like stars shooting out of your fingers and toes.

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Outside of your apartment, Bang Chan stood with his fist frozen inches from your door. He dropped his hand without knocking, closed his eyes and took a very deep breath.

"God dammit Han."

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When Han finally fell on you, face buried in your neck, you closed your eyes in agony. Not physical agony this time, but the agony of knowing that you could not fall for him, no matter how sweet he was, how much he made you laugh, how perfectly he fit against you and filled you up. Not because of the others, but because he was an idol. A Korean idol who lived in Korea. You needed to get some distance or this wouldn't end well for you at all.

You rolled him whining off of you and got up. Put on coffee, brushed your teeth. Tried not to obsess on the man still sitting naked in your bed, rapping quietly to himself as he scrolled through his phone. His muscular shoulders. His flat, defined stomach. 'Best to get him out of here,' you thought. "Hey. I think you'd better go, Hanji. I really need to go do laundry and pack." He looked a little hurt, but didn't argue, rolling out of bed with a flourish and swinging you into his arms. Gosh, such a clown, this one!  "Then I shall leave you, m' lady, but I'll expect you at dinner tonight.""We'll see."

By the time dinner rolled around, you were so tired from packing that you declined the invitation, telling Chan you'd see them tomorrow at the airport. Chan was quiet for a minute, then cheerfully said, "Okay. See you then." 15 minutes later you got a text from Han.

[HanJisung Today 6:27pm] You okay?

[Me Today 6:27pm] Yes, but I did a lot today. Tired.

[HanJisung Today 6:29pm] OK just checking. Sorry you'll miss dinner. Want me to bring you something?

[Me Today 6:32pm] Please don't! We're pushing our luck already. :)

[HanJisung Today 6:32pm] See you tomorrow then. Sweet dreams. <3

Leaning back on your couch, you congratulated yourself on successfully thwarting another sleepover. It's a hollow success, you thought dryly. Delicious meal with the most fun group on the planet and another night of snuggling with Han sounded pretty good right now, as you trashed your TV dinner and crawled into bed alone. But tomorrow started a whole new adventure, and you were determined to begin it without entanglements.

Morning came quickly and the airport was crowded. You were running late but you made your way to the plane in time. The whole first class was taken up by SKZ and crew. Everyone greeted you loudly and you found your seat, discovering it was next to sweet Felix. Han waved from his seat - you noticed Chan had put you as far from him as possible, and that was probably for the best. You spent the entire flight in animated conversation with Lee Felix, adoring his sparkling eyes, freckles and deep voice. Felix was very interesting and very smart, and almost too kind. The way you hit it off with him was an unexpected surprise, and you found yourself almost giddy in his presence.

The flight was over too soon, and it was cold as hell in Chicago. You waited for the busses on the curb with the rest of the guys, them all bundled up like very expensive children in designer coats and scarves. They huddled together for warmth as the crew hustled around them. Someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into the group embrace. It was Hyunjin, only identifiable by his height since everyone had scarves wrapped around their faces and hats pulled down. He wrapped his arms around you from the back. "Keep me warm pleeeease!" he wailed, pulling you right against him, sliding his hands into your coat and around your waist.

You couldn't see much of anyone's face but everyone seemed to be smiling. As much as they wanted to stay warm, the cold air was making them rowdy. By the time the busses arrived they were yelling (their normal state, you mused) and playing keep away with Changbin's hat, except for Chan who was on the phone, and Hyunjin who refused to leave the warmth the two of you had created, though he joined in the yelling and laughing over your head. Everyone started to board and you broke out of the his embrace to grab your bag. Hyunjin pouted but you reminded him that you had to figure out which crew bus you were on, and walked towards the busses in the rear.

Out of nowhere again, Chan stepped in front of you. "You're with us." You looked surprised as he took your bag from you and walked to the main bus, not looking back. You wondered why he was suddenly cold, but chalked it up to stress and followed him into the bus. Immediately Han grabbed you as you walked by where he was sitting, and pulled you into his lap. 

Chan shot the both of you a look, then Changbin jumped up yelling, "No you, I'm cold!" and pulled you by your hands out of Han's lap, snuggling into you before falling on the seat with you in his arms. You screamed and everyone laughed as you beat him with your fists ineffectually while he grinned indulgently at you. This man's muscles were no joke! He seemed to be made of rock. You reached up and pinched his cheeks and he released you with another yell. You escaped but when the bus suddenly started moving you fell into a seat by Hyunjin, who beamed at you.

Before you could settle, Chan reappeared from the back and tapped you on the shoulder. "Can I see you in the back lounge?" Hyunjin made the wide-eyed oooo face at you, and you smacked him on the arm then followed Chan through a dark storage area in the middle of the bus to the smaller lounge. He'd already set his bags back there, so you figured this was his domain - where he'd do most of his work when they were on the bus, away from the ruckus. His backpack was propped up on the seat and his laptop was already laying out. Chan motioned for you to sit down and locked the door.

He was silent. You went on alert. Why wasn't he talking? Instead he sat down and opened his laptop, ignoring you. "Everything okay?" you asked nervously, and he looked up at you without speaking. He stared at you unsmiling for an uncomfortable moment before deliberately hitting a key on his computer. 

Sound began coming from his Bluetooth speaker. You couldn't make out what it was at first, but then recognition dawned and you were horrified. The distant sound of you moaning - and Han moaning - sent chills down your spine, and not the good kind. Chan was watching you with arms crossed in front of his chest. "Oh my God." You buried your face in your hands, then looked up angrily. "You eavesdropped? You recorded it?? What were you even doing there, Chan?" 

His lip twitched. "What was Han doing there? I think I was pretty clear in my instructions." That accent. 

You threw up your hands. "He was fucking me, Chan. Obviously."

His eyes went black.

He gently set his laptop aside and stood up in front of you with the fluidity of a panther. You scooted back, instantly very nervous. "Girl, there's something you and I need to get straight. On this tour, I am the boss. I am in charge." He grabbed your wrist and sat back down, dragging you face down across his lap. You were so stunned that you didn't even struggle until he pulled down your stretchy pants and began to beat your ass, quite literally. You cried out with the first slap on your still tender bottom, and he grabbed a t-shirt from the backpack next to him and stuffed it in your mouth, leaning down to hiss in your ear through clenched teeth, "Spit it out and see what happens."

Chan gave you the hardest spanking you'd ever had. He was furious. Angry, embarrassed tears were pouring down your face. The group in the front lounge probably heard the resounding slaps he was applying ruthlessly to your rear, even if your muffled cries didn't make it that far. He grabbed your wrists and held them together behind your back with one hand when you tried to block the blows. You struggled to get away from his relentless palm, but he easily held you down and continued raining down on your ass until you went limp, finally giving up. You could see your tears running down the floor toward his black combat boots. And then he stopped just as suddenly as he had started.

His arms were around you then, pulling you up to sit on his lap, your pants still down around your thighs. He took the shirt out of your mouth and dabbed at your tears with it. The rough material of his jeans scraped your inflamed ass cruelly, but his hands were now soft as he pushed your hair back out of your face and ran his thumb over your lip. His face, so cold before, was now sweetly concerned and kind, and he turned your face to him and kissed you softly on the lips. "It's over now, baby girl. Shhhhh." You couldn't believe what had just happened. He was kissing the stray tears off of your face, one hand resting lightly around your neck while the other softly stroked your exposed, very tender ass. You were trembling, but your pussy was as wet as it had ever been, surely soaking the incredibly hard lump in his pants.

Chan lifted your chin and made you look at him. He took a deep breath and spoke quietly, calmly. "I don't care who you fuck. I don't care what you do, for the most part, as long as you're safe. But if you want to be part of this team, you will do what I say. I am the boss. I don't ask much. But I need to trust you." He raised his eyebrows. "Do you understand me?" You nodded. "Say it." "You're the boss," you whispered. A single sob hitched in your chest and he smiled softly, that one dimple appearing on his cheek."Good." He laid his head back on the seat. "Get on your knees."

Without hesitation, you slid to the floor as he unfastened his belt. You started to pull your pants up, but he snapped at you to leave them down. You knew he could see the bruised redness of your ass in the mirrors lining the lounge. Chan then reached into his pants and pulled out the biggest dick you'd ever seen in person, and wrapping one hand in your hair, he pushed it into your mouth.

Despite your discomfort with deepthroating, you knew how to use your tongue and hands. It was something you prided yourself on; you'd studied it extensively and practiced bringing your lovers to their knees. Chan obviously didn't expect your skill, his head snapping up to watch as you worked on him. You couldn't handle the way he was looking at you so incredulously, his mouth open and hands clenching in your hair; his soft, low moans. Looking at his sexy face made you want to please him, as much as you'd hated him moments before. You braced yourself and pushed his dick back into your throat until you were able to swallow him. Chan's body arched and he immediately came, his eyes rolled back in his head, directly into your throat. It was a beautiful sight to see.

Panting, he weakly gestured toward a bottle of water on the seat by your arm. "Holy shit, girl. I was going to punish Han, but now I see why he couldn't resist going back." 

You just blushed, downing some water. "We were just going to sleep, you know - like literally sleep - together, but in the morning... It just happened," you said wistfully. Bang Chan pulled himself together, did his pants up and held his hand out to you, leading you off the floor and back into his lap.

He pulled your shirt off over your head, touching your fading bruises for a moment, then took the one that he'd stuffed in your mouth and put it on you like he was dressing a child. It was a Stray Kids shirt, black, and huge on you. You could feel the wet spots from your mouth and tears. It was a reminder. You were theirs. He balled up your own shirt and handed it to you, and you clutched it in your lap.

"Now listen. You're going to cause one of these assholes to catch feelings if you aren't careful, yeah? You have a responsibility to keep things from getting too serious. Especially with a weapon like that." He put a finger on on your lips, paused, and pushed it into your mouth a little. Instinctively you closed your eyes and sucked it in softly. He threw his head back and laugh/yelped, pushing you off of him gently. "Get out of here! I've got work to do."

You pulled your pants up carefully, and it hurt - he watched - and then you blew him a kiss on your way out the door, faking confidence to make it seem like everything was okay.

Once you were in the dark area between lounges, you stopped and shook uncontrollably for a long moment. You were in so much pain - but also so incredibly turned on. It felt like if you didn't have an orgasm right away you were going to cry. When you opened the door to the main lounge, everyone seemed to be studying their phones or asleep. Everyone except for Han and Lee Know, one of whom was looking at you worriedly, and the other examining you, bemused. You gave Han a trembly smile but sat in the seat next to Lee Know. Who did know.

He nonchalantly took off his jacket, laid it over your lap, and made you cum with one hand while looking out the window.

Fuck, he's good.

You'd been quiet so nobody noticed anything. You wondered how much they'd heard when you were under Chan's hands. Han and Lee Know were in the back row of seats, so maybe they were the only ones. Not likely, but maybe. You wondered with horror what Felix would think. Hopefully he really was asleep. You couldn't imagine that with his sweet nature, he'd be comfortable with you after that. But then again, you really didn't know anything.