Pairing: Idol! BangChan x Fem! Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Summary: Your sister's wedding brought you back to many years ago
Warnings: , NSFW 🔞, strong language, crying, fingering, unprotected sex (leave the "no protection" ONLY to fanfiction), pet names, mention of bodily fluids.
Minors do not interact 21+ only!!
It’s been several years since the last time you saw Christopher Chanh Bahng, your childhood best friend and very secret flame. You don’t even recall the exact age in which you met and almost instantly became inseparable. His mom and your own were close friends from school so naturally the second generation of the families grew some ties too.
Everything was great, you were sailing in smooth waters, you aged, he was always the protective brother you never had and he was clueless of the aching desire that one day started creeping up in your heart. You intended to keep it that way.
Or at least, that was your plan until he announced his plans on pursuing a future as an idol. His exact words, your exact reaction were playing in your head every day for the past ten years.
“I’d rather you hear it from me”
“What good is it? You are still gonna leave me”
“Y/N…” he’d move closer but you remember pulling away from his touch.
“It isn’t that deep. If you wanna go, just go.
It was the last thing you said before he desapeared from your life once and for all. Recalling it, you can see the error of it. It was cold. Mean even. He didn’t deserve any of it, yet you were terrified of losing him and it stung more than words could ever express.
For the first couple of months he really tried to keep in touch. Messages and Skype calls were an every day thing, with him never mentioning the argument you had before he left. He was always his bright, soft self. Until reality began setting in. You, back in Australia, him, in South Korea, different time zones, tight schedules of his work, countless responsibilities of his leader position, your own work, and you drifted apart without realizing.
Now, almost ten years later, you sat in the big hall of a wedding venue, all dressed up in your maid of honor attire, your hand clinging to that glass of champagne for dear life.
Your attempts to keep your gaze away from him, that was currently sitting in one of the tables close to the center of the hall, were ridiculous.
“Why didn’t you tell me he’d be here?”
“Mom said she had some people of her own she wanted to invite. I just didn’t say no. She never said he would be one of them”
“And his plus one?” you took a quick glimpse on the breathtaking, model-like woman that sat right by his side. Too close for your liking.
“Almost all invitations are plus one. There was no way i would know he’d show with a blonde bombshell with perfect teeth in the wedding of his best friends sister”
You rolled your eyes at her but before you had the chance to look away, you caught him glancing at you “Oh fuck my life” you exhaled and left the bridal table to march toward the bathroom, leaving your sister at the mercy of her guests that came to bombard her with wishes.
The moment you entered the surprisingly empty bathroom,you felt your breathing more normal. Your heels clicked against the white tile, your hands reaching for the sink, turning the water on and letting it run over your skin for some moments. “Gather yourself. It’s been a damn decade. You are fine. He’ll be gone soon” you whispered to your reflection right before the door swung open and you saw Chris walking in.
You felt your breath caught, you abolutely hated the effect he still had on you.
How could a two letter word make your heart race like that? Maybe it was the fact of him looking like an absolute dream in his black suit. Or the quiet tone of his voice, like there was a subtle need to say more. Whatever it was, you’d push it back. He wasn’t allowed to come back after so many years of being MIA and expect to get a warm welcoming.You quickly dried your hands with some paper and threw it in the nearest bin.
“Hey” you shoot back and just as he was about to reply back, you stormed off.
Thankfully, for the rest of the night, you were too busy being by your sister’s side, talking to guests, and taking photos with the rest of the family. Yet, through all of it, you could feel two intense eyes burning holes at the back of your head.
Next morning was peaceful again. At least up to the moment you heard the familiar sound on your cell notifying you of a message. With your eyes still half closed and your entire body sank in the comfort of your bed, you snatched your phone from the nightstand.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night long”
with his name over the text, mocking you like your personal curse.
You threw the device at the opposite corner of the bed before another message came. Same drill. You snatched it, opened the notification and read.
“I want to see you again”
“He is really testing my patience” you groaned and jumped off bed to head to the bathroom. After washing your face and thoroughly brushing your hair and teeth alike, you moved to the kitchen to prepare your usual, healthy, power-breakfast, coffee. One sip was all you managed to have when the doorbell came to startle you and almost cause you to spill your coffee on you. “For fuck’s sake!” you sat the mug on the counter and moved to the door opening it “Great” you rolled your eyes to the man in front of you and walked to the kitchen again”
He didn’t hesitate before closing the door and following you.
“By all means, make yourself at home” you shot at him, mug in your hand again. Only this time you felt your knuckles burning by the force applying at the grip.
“After all these years, you still didn’t learn what a normal breakfast is” he placed a paper bag on the table but you didn’t budge.
“Exactly. After ALL these years. What are you doing here? And how did you know where I live?”
“Your mom. The answer in both questions. She invited me to the wedding, in which by the way you looked stunning, and she told me where you live”
“Remind me to move and not inform her about my whereabouts”
“Why are you so defensive?” just like back then, he moved closer and you pulled away.
“Are you seriously asking?” you were getting agitated, your blood boiling and your pulse reaching your ears. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself down as much as possible “There is no reason to keep talking about it. Just leave. Again” to that last word, you left your coffee on the countertop again and rushed to leave. Although, this time, he didn’t let it slide.
As you were about to walk past him, he grabbed your arm and pulled you close. Almost too close. “You won’t walk out on me again. I want us to talk”
“And say what exactly? Look…” you rubbed your temples in frustration "choices were made, you left, you stopped communicating, you completely ghosted me like i never existed, i was forced to see your face everywhere and feel the same pain every time, the end. Why did you have to come back? Why did you have to remind me of that pain? Do you really hate me that much?” it wasn’t your intention. Breaking down in front of him was humiliating. But you couldn’t hold it anymore. You let your tears fall down, your face now burning red, your heart cracking once more and you just had to, needed to get the fuck off his sight. You tried to pull away your hand but his grip became harder, forceful, felt like a metal arm caging you in.
“Scream at me. Curse at me. Hell, beat me. But don’t run away! I can’t stand it”
“Go away. I hate you. I hate you! I hate that i love you” you were maniacally punching his torso, again and again until your hands felt tired and you finally collapsed on the floor. He followed, sitting in front of you now hugging you tenderly, like he was afraid to squeeze in case you broke.
“I’m sorry. I’m a fucking moron. I should have never left you behind. All those nights I cried myself to sleep thinking about you, I could have you there cuddling me and kissing my forehead. Telling me you’d always be by my side. Like when we were kids. Remember?” you could feel his chest rising and falling, almost like he was crying too. But lifting your eyes to him seemed like a lot of work at the moment. So you just stayed there, forehead buried to his shirt, sniffing away your sobs.
“I never got to tell you how in love with you I was” you mumbled under your breath.
“You didn’t need to. I knew. And I felt the same. Only, for what’s worth, I fell for you a lot sooner” his hand came to stroke your cheek, softly pulling your head higher to meet him. He didn’t wait for you to say anything, his lips carefully kissed away your tears and made their way closer to your lips.
You were almost too far gone. Almost “Stop stop stop” gathering all your self control, you managed to detach yourself from him “Your date. Last night”
“The only reason she came with me to the wedding was because she was trying to salvage what we once had. We were over for weeks in advance. She couldn’t let go”
“Ah. Honestly, you have this effect.”
He smiled at the comment,his thumb still rubbing your cheek and his hand pulled you in again “I knew you’d probably be there and from the moment I saw you no one else existed for me. Baby, I love you” and just like that, he kissed you. Slowly. With fear. He was still, testing the waters. As if you didn’t tell him, minutes ago, how madly in love with him you were.
You took it upon yourself to pull him into a deeper, more desperate kiss. Your hand grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing him as close as humanly possible, locking your bodies as one. You dipped your tongue through his parted hips, moaning to the sweet taste you’d barely dreamt of for so long. “Take me to the couch” you breathlessly mumbled between the kiss and not even two seconds later you felt him jolt up with you in his arms.
With your lips still locked up in a joined passionate kiss, he sat you on the couch and himself right in front of you. One of his hands keeping a firm hold at your back holding you close, the other fumbling with the band of your sweatpants.
“Please, Chris. I want you. I’ve waited for so long. Please!” you shamelessly whined, a wave of arousal staining your panties all the way to your pants.
No waiting any more time, he drove his hand in your pants, directly over the ruined fabric of your underwear “So fucking wet for me” he growled, lips planting kisses from all across your collarbone to your shoulder and neck, where he stopped to suck some purple marks to your skin.
A sudden jolt of pleasure ran through you, causing you to throw your head to the side giving him more space to work. His fingers gave your panties a tuck so sudden that the material ripped. You moaned again as a response and you felt a smirk forming to his lips that were now kissing yours again.
Without much preparation, not that you needed any, he drove two fingers knuckles deep in you. You screamed his name right into his mouth, which just made him more impatient. Your arms came to lock around his neck. pulling his entire body flush against yours and you moaned again feeling his stern chest rubbing against your still clothed, yet sore, hardened nipples.
“I need more” came another whine and he delivered. He began pumping his fingers faster inside you, curling them just right, teasing your sweetest spot, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your waist was moving almost at its own, thrusting closer and closer, practically riding his fingers and chasing your release.
“I’m cumming. Baby, i’m close” you softly let out, in his mouth, for him to barely hear. It didn’t take much more than a couple more thrusts for you to come undone. You spilled on your pants, all over the couch, making a mess to your thighs and lower belly, only for him to pull out and move to lay behind you and on his side. You were about to question it before you felt two strong arms grabbing your waist and pulling you down, to lay you with your back against his chest.
He lifted his waist enough to be able to lower his pants and just let them hang around his ankles. Similarly, he maneuvered you to pull your pants down enough to expose your wet, pulsing core, red and swollen from the recent high.
“Fuck, i’ve dreamed so many times of this pussy” you turned your head, looking over your shoulder only to see him bitting his lips as ogling your naked lower body with awe. You couldn’t wait anymore, you needed him. You moved your hand and took a grip of his heavy cock.
“Christ, you’re gonna kill me” you whispered and swiftly brought the tip between your lips. “Fuck me, Channie. Fill me up”
You hadn’t even started and you saw his jaw dropping to the floor, his breathing rugged, his eyes hazy like he was literally on drugs. After he’d rub his dick between your folds to properly lubricate it with your juices, he began pushing in. He didn’t stop for you to adjust, he couldn’t. His hand came around your body, only to slip under your shirt and take a hold of your bouncing boob.
“So tight. Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea how many times i fucked myself thinking of that tight, litte cunt. You ruined me for anyone else long before i touched you”
His words, the way he was holding you, his dick pushing deeper and finally thrusting in and out of you fast, the sounds of skin slapping to skin, drove you mad. You felt your eyes rolling at the back of your skull, your hand resting to his hip moving with him rhythmically. “Tell me you are mine. Tell me no one else gets to touch you from now on”
“I am yours, baby. I’ve been yours since the day we met” you were trying your best not to scream his name for everyone to hear. Because he did own you. You’ve always known it.
His speed became more frantic, your vision blurred and the closer you both came the tighter he was squeezing your tit. The combined feeling of his tip hitting that special spot and the sweet pain of his grip on your sensitive boob was making the coil in your stomach unbearable to hold.
“Come for me. Make a mess all over my cock” he growled and bit your earlobe to suck on it. That drove you off the edge. With a loud moan, with an arch of your waist, you came for the second time. He held you though it, still fucking your cunt mercesly despite the spasms that made it harder for him to move. “I’ll fill you up so good, princess. Imma take such good care of you. You’ll take it, yeah?”
He was mumbling, uncontrollably not really expecting any response. You opened your mouth to say something but it all wiped from your mind when you felt his cum, hot and thick spilling deep into you. His head fell to your shoulder, hair stuck all over his face, sweat dripping from his forehead to your neck and a soft kiss landing behind your ear “I love you” he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers to the back of your neck.
The hand that was previously holding your boob was now hugging you, holding you so close you could feel his heart pounding against your back. He didn’t pull out, he wanted to stop his seed from spilling out, he wanted you to feel it for as long as possible.”I fucking love you” he said again”
“Don’t leave me. Please. I won’t survive it a second time”
“From now on we won’t be separated ever again. I promise”
