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Oranges || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: there was one person you never though you would trust your life with: your brother’s best friend. however all of that changes when a certain confession is revealed.

⇢ requested: can you make a stray kids bang chan smut where the reader is 3 years younger than chan (so the reader is 18 years old, legal age) and the reader likes chan but believes he doesn't like her back cause the age difference, so she starts to avoid him and he gets annoyed. he then confronts her and happy ending.

⇢ genre: angst; fluff; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 2270

⇢ warnings: mentions of dugs and alcohol; swearing; fluff; light smut (brief car smut, pet names)

⇢ note: i’m super duper sorry this took forever. i hope you enjoy it though. 

Ever since you were little, you hated your brother with a burning passion. You never has the confidence to yell at him for all the wrongs he made you go through, since he was the only family you had. You were afraid of leaving, because that mean being all alone in a world filled with torture and pain.

Since your elder brother was in charge of you, you had to listen to whatever he said. As well, you had to hang out with his friends practically everyday after school. You’re house was the safe haven for his crackhead friends, which you never really cared for. However, there was one who intrigued you since the very beginning. His name, Chris Bang, however everyone called him Chan.

He was quiet, reserved, mysterious. You were drawn towards him in such a peculiar way that it really baffled you. Chan was more distant from the group, but you knew he had ideas and theories he wanted to share. Feeling yourself grow more comfortable with his awkward self, you began to talk to the elder.

Sure he was three years older than you, but the two of you clicked almost immediately. Chan even admitted it to you that he wanted to find another clique, however he wanted to say good bye to you before he would. Your brother and his friends were getting more into drugs and alcohol the older and more mature you got. You really didn’t blame him for wanting to leave, however he still never told you why he wanted to say good bye to you. You were just a nobody, who never interacted with him before. Chan though refused to tell you why, so you dropped it.

Time had passed and it was now the end of your senior year. You were eighteen, almost nineteen and Chan had become legal and graduated from high school long before you. You’re friendship turned into unknown crushes. You started crushing on the brunet not long after you met properly. However, due to him being much older than you, you thought he would never like you the way you liked him. It pained you to imagine this, so you distanced yourself from him.

Chan felt the effects more and more everyday. Every text to you was either ignored or received a minimal reply. He didn’t know why you were acting in such a bizarre manner, and he hated it with a burning passion. You were his rock, his light, his everything. He needed you; only you drifted farther and farther away. He had to fix this, and fast.

So that’s where you find yourself: behind the school, cornered by the masculine body of your crush.

“Chan what the fuck are you doing here?! My brother graduated, you know tha—”

He let out a low growl, “I’m not looking for your brother. Why are you ignoring me.”

“What?”

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me Y/n?! You know that you mean a lot to me, I thought we were close. I though we were friends.” You could see a twinkle of grief mixed with abandoned hope in his chocolate brown eyes. It pained you, only he could never know.

You tried to walk away, but he prevented you even more. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This was bad. You needed to leave, or things would turn for the worst. “Chan I have to go home, I need to study for a test. Let me go.”

He grabbed you by the jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “You know I care for you Y/n. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you intentionally. What did I do? Is it your brother? Is someone messing around with you at school? Testing? Please, baby, tell me.”

That. That right there. That nickname which he carelessly used in a platonic relationship. That word that killed you every time you heard it. That word that made you fall for him a hundred times harder. Baby.

“Chan, please, I have to g—”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

You froze in place. He had never used that tone before. Only once, when your brother beat you. He had come home drunk and high off of something you didn’t think he would touch. However, it happened. Chan took him home, in fear of him passing out on the street. The first time the two of you really talked. You had forgotten to clean his room, due to homework, and he snapped. Luckily though, Chan stopped him before he could do anything more to hurt you. That was the only time he had ever used that tone of voice. 

Except for now, and it terrified you. You felt your throat dry up, your hands get sweaty, your heartbeat race. You were scared, but you felt this rush of adrenaline which had never come this strong. You liked it.

Peering up from the ground, you hesitantly made eye contact with Chan, a burning hatred in his eyes. “I hate it when people call me Chan. You know my goddamn name Y/n, so use it.”

Chris. You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. It was such a common name, but it had an important significance to it. It was the name of the cutest guy on earth, so you couldn’t bring yourself to say it, in fear that you would fall for him more.

“You know I ca—” He pushed your body flat against the wall. You’re chests smashed together.

“I know you can Y/n, and whether or not you think you can, I know you can. Now, baby, say my name.” His breath was hot against your ear, the tip of his nose brushing against your skin. You were intoxicated, entranced, in love. You said it, but not in the way you were hoping.

Letting out a soft moan, you cried, “Fuck Chris, take me.”

Time stopped. The birds stopped singing, the crickets stopped chirping, the guy mowing the lawn nearby ceased the noise. Time sat still, and you immediately regretted it. The two of you stood there a bit, shocked by your answer. You hesitantly gulped, your heart in your mouth. Thinking fast, you pushed your way out of Chris’ grasp.

You couldn’t handle it anymore, you couldn’t look at him again. This was it, this was the e—

You were stopped by Chris pulling you closer to him again, placing your lips on his own plump ones. Oranges. He tasted and smelled like oranges. You waned to kiss him back so desperately, however you held yourself back, confused at his actions.

He pulled away, hand cupping your cheek. He gazed longingly into your eyes. “Y/n, please don’t leave me, okay? You may not understand now, but I can’t live without you. You complete me, Y/n. I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, it couldn’t be true, could it? The boy you had a crush on for years confessed to you? Seriously? “No, no, no. That’s not how it’s supposed to go.” You countered.

Chris looked at you, his puppy eyes beaming with confusion.

“No, I was supposed to tell you ‘I love you’ first. That’s how this was going supposed to happen, not the other way around.” You poured everything out in just a split moment.

“Wait, wait. You like me?” Chris let go of you, running his fingers through his hair. 

You shook your head. “‘Love’, you idiot. Yes, I kind of love you.”

Chris rose an eyebrow. “Do you ‘love me’ or do you ‘kind of love me’, Y/n. You have to choose, not say both.”

You blushed, staring at the floor. “I... I love you, Chris.” You fidgeted with your fingers. 

Chris walked over to you, towering over your figure in the school’s parking lot. The faint smell of oranges wafted in the air. 

He chuckled at your flustered state. “So, you love me so much to the point where you want me to—let’s see if I remember correctly—‘take you’?” A permanent smirk stuck to his face.

You stood there, face heating up. Your throat went dry, palms sweaty, heartbeat quickened. Shit.

Chris grabbed you by the waist. He leaned in close to your left ear, “Because if that offer is still on the table, my car isn’t that far from here.” You could feel him smirk against your skin, a jolt of excitement coursed through your veins. You felt your breathing hitch, his fingers tailing up your arm.

“Hell yeah.” 

Chris’ hand grabbed yours firmly, guiding you to the senior parking. Why he parked there, you didn’t know. You didn’t care. He was beside you again, and you shared each other’s feelings, which excited you. “Chris?”

He turned to you, his hand on the handle of the door. Eyebrow raised, he asked: “What’s wrong baby?”

You gulped, heartbeat rising by the second. “Are you okay with this? I mean, I don’t want you to be forced into something you do—” 

He silenced you with a kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist. You pulled him in close, fingers leafing through his curly brown locks. He deepened the kiss, opening the car door and laying you down in the back, not breaking the kiss the whole time. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he closed the door, leaving the two of you alone.

He grabbed your waist tightly, a reaction to you pulling on his hair roughly. You groaned into his lips as he grinded on you, the friction building up. The atmosphere was thick with lust, and you couldn’t help yourself but slightly tug at the hem of his shirt. Thankfully he got the signal and quickly took his shirt off, throwing it in the passenger seat. He grabbed yours shortly after, struggling to take it off for you. Seconds later, Chris gave up, lust getting the best of him. He tore your shirt in half, promising to give you his hoodie afterwards. You giggled as he placed his hand over the clasp of your bra, releasing your girls from the restraints.

You felt yourself get flustered, this has never happened before to you. Even with your previous boyfriends, you never let them go farther than making out, but with Chris you were ready to give yourself to him in a split second. You felt comfortable with him, a bit to comfortable for your liking.

“Chris, I don’t know about th—“ He placed another kiss to your lips, pulling away and eyeing your chest.

“Baby, princess, kitten, I love you to death, you have no fucking idea. If you don’t want to do this now, I completely understand. I’ll wait as long as you want me too. Okay? I’ll put your needs before my own any day.” He looked into your eyes, waiting for you to reject him, but you grabbed him by the cheeks, pulling him into another kiss.

“I can’t wait for you anymore, I love you too much.” He smiled at you, kissing your right cheek, then your left. His lips hovered over your own. You leaned into him, needing his lips. The taste of oranges lingered on your lips as he dove down, prying your bottoms off your legs. You were left only in your peachy lingerie underwear, Chris still clothed from the bottom down.

“Fuck, Chris, I need you to touch me.” You groaned in pain, your core screaming in agony. You needed him, and you needed him now.

You looked into his chocolate brown eyes as he dipped yet lower again. He didn’t break eye contact as he slowly peeled the fabric off your heat, exposing you to the cool air in the car. Your breath hitched as he attacked you, mouth violating you in the most pleasurable of ways. You always knew he had a way with his tongue, but were shocked that it was this amazing.

Your hips buckled towards the roof of the car, you were reaching your peak from just a few minutes. He was that good. He stopped his movements, prying his bottoms off, replacing his tongue with his cock. You gasped, the pressure was unbearable. You dug your nails into his back, adjusting to his length. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, leaving slight love marks all over it, trying your hardest not to scream.

You could feel Chris get to the point of no return. You screamed as he released, collapsing on top of your body, face resting in your chest. Your legs gave out, your hands immediately coming up to Chris’ head, playing with the curls resting upon it. The two of you stayed like that, exposed in the back of a car.

“Baby, I love you, you know that right?” Chris mumbled against your skin. You chuckled quietly.

“I love you too Chris, now I need to get changed or I’m never going to study for my test.” You urged him off of you, earning a pout from the older. 

“What? No! You’re fine!” He sat up as you placed your bra on, grabbing his orange hoodie. 

“Chris, I’m naked.”

“Yeah, and you’re beautiful with and without clothes so stay with me please?” A fond smile grew on his face.

You laughed before throwing his clothes in his direction. “Shut up and take me home you idiot.”

“Only if you become my girlfriend.” He stopped you from opening the door, you being fully clothed and all.

“You still haven’t taken me on a date yet.”

“Shit, you want to do that now? A study date?” He wiggled his eyebrows earning an eyeroll from you. “What?”

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