"I Want To Be With You. Always."

"I want to be with you. Always."

Paring: Drunk!Bang Chan x G/N Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: "can I request Chan being so drunk that he confesses to you, he probably wouldn’t say it anytime soon that he likes you… at least not sober!! Overall just some cute fluff containing drunk confessions! Also could u pls leave me as anonymous? Thank you!!"

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open!!!

In the twilight hours of the night, the dim streetlights cast long, eerie shadows across the quiet neighborhood. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of autumn leaves and fireplaces. It was then, under the veil of darkness, that Chan stumbled down Y/n's driveway, his footsteps unsteady and his heart racing. He had just downed what felt like an entire bottle of soju at Stray Kid's dorm, and now he was paying the price.

His hands trembled as he raised his fist and knocked on the front door, the sound echoing through the house. After what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open, revealing a sleepy-eyed Y/n in their fluffy pajamas. Their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Chan, and they stumbled backward, tripping over the threshold.

Chan blinked, taking in the disheveled hair and mussed-up clothes of the person they loved. "Y/n…" They slurred, struggling to stand upright. "I… I need to tell you something." Their words were thick and slurred, but the emotion behind them was unmistakable.

Y/n frowned, their confusion giving way to a growing sense of dread. "Chan… are you okay? You're really drunk…" They offered him a gentle, but unsteady hand, trying to help him remain standing.

Chan grasped Y/n's hand, squeezing it tightly. "No… I mean… not that. I… I need to tell you how I feel." He paused, swallowing thickly. "I like you, Y/n. A lot." The words were out, hanging in the air between them like a heavy weight.

Y/n's eyes widened, and for a moment, they looked like they might tear up. Then, a small, shy smile spread across their lips. "I… I like you too, Chan." They stepped forward, wrapping their arms around him and pulling him into a gentle embrace. "I've liked you for a while now. I just… I never thought you'd notice."

Chan let out a shaky breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he returned the hug. It was true. He had always thought that Y/n was amazing, but he never dared to dream that they could feel the same way about him. It was like a weight had been lifted off his chest, and for once, everything felt right.

"Chan?" Y/n's voice was soft, hesitant. "You don't have to be drunk to say that, you know."

Chan laughed, a little unsteadily. "I guess not. But it feels kinda… easier, you know? Like I don't have to worry about what people might think or say." He leaned into Y/n, his cheek resting against their shoulder. "And I don't want to wait for the next time I'm drunk to tell you how I feel. I want to say it now, sober and everything."

Y/n smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Chan's head. "I like that. And… I'm glad you feel that way. I don't want you to wait either." They took a deep breath, gathering their courage. "Chan, I love you. I really, really do."

Chan's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected Y/n to say those words so soon, and yet, hearing them made his chest feel tight and warm all at once. "I love you too, Y/n. So, so much." He pulled back just enough to look into Y/n's eyes, their gazes locking.

"I want to be with you. Always."

Who Should I Add To My Masterlist

Don't Worry, I'm Here For You.

Paring: Han x 9th member! Male Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Han will always be there when you have a panic attack.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I am mentioning panic attacks in this because I sometimes experience asthma attacks. Although I understand that they are not the same thing, they share some similarities.

I also just finished the first season of Jujutsu Kaisen, and it's so good. I'm currently watching the movie right now.

As the members of Stray Kids and backup dancers filed onto the stage, adrenaline pumping and anticipation swirling, Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of unease wash over him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves as he scanned the stage, searching for a familiar face. There it was, towards the back of the arena, a familiar pair of eyes that seemed to hold him together when everything else spun out of control. It was Han, his bandmate and closest friend in the group. But as he focused on Han, something unexpected happened. His breath hitched, his chest tightened, and a cloud of darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision. He tried to fight it, but it was no use. Before he knew it, Y/N had ducked off stage and sprinted towards the nearest restroom.

Once inside a secluded stall, Y/N collapsed against the door, the familiar weight of a panic attack pressing down on his chest. He felt hot tears stinging at his eyes, his throat constricting as he struggled to catch his breath. Just as he was about to lose himself to the overwhelming terror, he heard a voice from outside the stall. It was Han's voice, calm and reassuring. "Hey, you okay in there?" Y/N couldn't respond; he could only manage a choked sob. A moment later, the stall door creaked open, and Han peered inside. "Y/N?" he asked, alarm etched into his features. "It's me, Han. I'm here. We'll get through this together."

As Han knelt beside him, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over him. He wrapped his arms around his friend, burying his face in Han's shoulder as he tried to steady his breathing. "I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between sobs. "I didn't mean to ruin the performance… I just can't…" of relief wash over him. His bandmate had always been there for him, understanding the intricacies of panic attacks better than anyone else. Han passed him a small bottle of water, and Y/N took a shaky sip, his breath slowly beginning to steady. "Thanks," he managed to croak out, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

Han gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You know that. Panic attacks don't discriminate, and they're not a sign of weakness. We're all here for you, and we'll get through this together." He pulled a small, discreet inhaler from his pocket, handing it to Y/N. "Just in case you need it," he added with a gentle smile. Y/N took the inhaler, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him.

As they sat there in the quiet of the bathroom, the sounds of the arena slowly beginning to filter back in, Han reached out and took Y/N's hand. Their fingers laced together, and for a moment, they simply sat there, lost in their own thoughts. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes about the bond they shared, the understanding they had for each other's struggles.

"You know," Han began softly, "I've had my own share of panic attacks on stage. It's not easy, dealing with them in front of all those people. But we've made it this far, and we'll keep going together. We'll figure out what works for you, what helps you manage them. We've got each other's backs." Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and strength emanating from his friend.

As they sat there, lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the panic attack seemed to lift ever so slightly. It was then that Y/N realized something else: he was no longer alone. He had his bandmates, his friends, and Han by his side, supporting him every step of the way. It was a realization that brought a small, hesitant smile to his lips.

"Thanks, Han," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Han squeezed his hand in response, his own smile genuine and warm.

"We're a team, remember? And we'll always have each other's backs."

Lee know x male reader. Mreader wants to ride lee know's cock so he seduces him and the mreader gives lee know a lap dance

Paring: Lino x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: smut

requested:

More: Masterlist

A/n: Omg, I'm so sorry for the delay in posting. School has been overwhelming lately.

Minho and M/n had been dating for a few months now, and despite Minho's hectic schedule as a Korean idol, they managed to make time for each other. Today, Minho was exhausted from a particularly grueling practice and all he wanted to do was rest. M/n, on the other hand, was feeling touch starved and yearned for some affection from his boyfriend. He pouted as he watched Minho collapse onto the couch, his chest heaving with each breath.

With a sigh, M/n decided to take matters into his own hands. He walked over to the stereo and turned on a slow, seductive song. Then, he began to dance for Minho, slowly at first but then with more and more passion as the music took hold of him. He gyrated his hips, rolled his shoulders, and arched his back, deliberately thrusting his ass towards Minho's face.

Minho's eyes widened in surprise as he watched M/n dance. He couldn't help but be impressed by M/n's movements and the way his body seemed to melt into the music. It was clear that M/n was trying to get his attention, but Minho was still feeling too tired to reciprocate. Instead, he gently pushed M/n away, telling him to stop.

M/n's face fell, and he looked hurt for a moment before a mischievous smile spread across his lips. He climbed onto the coffee table and lowered himself onto his knees, then slowly began to grind his hips against Minho's crotch. "Come on, baby," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I know you're not tired… down there."

Minho groaned, unable to resist the feel of M/n's body against him. He placed a hand on the back of M/n's head, guiding him as he began to stroke his hardening cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and Minho couldn't help but lose control. With a growl, he scooped M/n up into his arms, lifting him off the ground. M/n let out a squeak of surprise before wrapping his legs around Minho's waist.

Carrying M/n like this, Minho stumbled toward their bedroom, the sounds of their heavy breathing filling the air. He kicked the door open and deposited M/n on the bed, his hands immediately moving to yank down M/n's pants. He tossed them aside before roughly pushing M/n onto his hands and knees.

"Take it," Minho growled, his voice thick with lust. He felt the familiar ache in his balls as he positioned himself behind M/n. With one strong thrust, he buried his cock deep inside M/n's aching asshole. M/n cried out in pleasure, his body tensing and relaxing with each powerful stroke.

Minho began to move faster, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he took his boyfriend roughly. He gripped M/n's hair, pulling him back slightly so he could watch his face as he fucked him. The sight of M/n's expression, a mix of pain and ecstasy, only served to fuel Minho's lust. He bit down gently on M/n's shoulder, leaving a bruise as a reminder of their passion.

M/n arched his back, moaning loudly as Minho's thrusts grew deeper and harder. He reached back between them, teasing and rubbing Minho's sensitive skin where their bodies were pressed together. Minho growled, his hips moving even faster as he lost control. He slammed into M/n over and over again, feeling the familiar tightness begin to give way as M/n's body adjusted to his size.

The room was filled with the sounds of their rough sex, their gasps and moans mingling together in a chorus of desire. Minho could feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building inside him like a runaway train. He pulled M/n's hair harder, watching as tears welled up in his boyfriend's eyes. It was a heady mix of pain and pleasure that drove Minho wild.

M/n felt the familiar tightness in his lower abdomen, knew that Minho was close. He increased the pace of his movements, rubbing his own cock as he did so. With a loud cry, Minho slammed into him one last time, his hips snapping forward as he came, filling M/n's ass with his hot seed. M/n arched his back, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over him as he came as well, his cum spurting out and coating their stomachs.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, their chests heaving. Minho rolled to the side, pulling M/n into his arms and nuzzling his neck. He kissed him gently, tasting sweat and desire. "I love you," he whispered, his voice raspy with exhaustion.

HOLY BARTHOLOMEW Thank you, fellow delulu K-pop fans, for helping me reach 2500+ likes. It may not be a lot to some, but it means the world to me. Please feel free to request any fic ideas or imagines for me to write.

"Not Too Old For Me"

Paring: Parents Bestfriend!Lee know x Bottom Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Y/n arrives at her family's vacation home for winter break to find a surprise in their pool.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I just finished my Yeonjun x Bottom Fan!Reader fic. I'll post it later today when I'm less busy.

The crisp winter air nipped at Y/n's nose as she stepped out of the car, her breath forming tiny clouds in front of her face. She stretched her arms overhead, feeling the familiar weight of her luggage dig into her shoulders. The warm vacation home, nestled at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, beckoned her with its inviting glow. She glanced around, taking in the serene winter landscape before her. It was just like she remembered.

But what she didn't remember was her parents inviting one of their friends, Lee Minho, to stay with them for the holidays. As she unloaded her suitcase onto the porch, she couldn't help but wonder why they'd done such a thing. It wasn't as if they were close friends or anything.

Shrugging it off, she made her way inside, removing her coat and boots by the door. The warmth of the house enveloped her like a comforting embrace, driving away the last traces of the cold air. She could hear laughter coming from the living room, where her parents were having a glass of wine with Minho. He was a tall, handsome man in his mid-thirties, with a charming smile and an air of confidence that seemed to draw people to him.

With a sigh, Y/n headed upstairs to her room to unpack. She glanced out the window as she passed by and caught a glimpse of Minho, his muscles glistening with water as he stepped out of the pool. Her heart skipped a beat as he turned around, revealing his perfectly toned backside. Suddenly, she felt a strange thrill coursing through her veins. This was going to be an interesting vacation indeed.

After putting away her clothes, she slipped into a revealing black swimsuit and made her way downstairs. The backyard was huge, with a pool and plenty of lounge chairs scattered around. As she stepped into the pool, the cool water enveloped her body, making her gasp. It felt so refreshing after being cooped up inside for so long. She swam a few laps, enjoying the freedom of the water, before deciding to lie down on one of the loungers to soak up some sun.

A few minutes later, she heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Minho emerging from the house. He was still shirtless, his chest glistening with droplets of water. He smiled at her, revealing a set of perfectly straight white teeth. "Hey, Y/n. Mind if I join you?" he asked, sitting down in the lounger next to hers.

She felt a rush of heat spread through her body at his proximity. "Uh, no, I guess not," she managed to reply, her voice sounding a little shaky. He leaned closer to her, his arm brushing against hers, and the air between them seemed to crackle with electricity. For a moment, she considered trying to seduce him, to see where things might go. But then she remembered her parents would be gone for two days, leaving them alone together…and that thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her.

Minho must have sensed her nervousness, because he smiled reassuringly and patted her leg. "It's okay, I won't bite. Relax and enjoy the sun." As he spoke, his hand lingered on her thigh, sending tingles up her spine. She could feel her heart racing and her breath coming faster. This was dangerous territory, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She wanted to explore where this attraction was leading.

The next few hours passed in a haze of swimming and flirting. Y/n's parents had already left to get Y/n's sister from boarding school. They talked about everything from movies to travel, and Y/n couldn't help but feel drawn to him. His eyes were piercing and intense, and when he smiled at her, it felt like the sun had come out from behind a cloud. They even shared a few intimate moments, their bodies pressed tightly together as they kissed beneath the warm summer sun.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the pool and the surrounding landscape, Minho suggested they move inside. He led her through the house and into the Minho's bedroom, where they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still wet from the pool. "Y/n, are you sure you want to do this. I'm twice your age. Aren't I too old for you?"

Y/n looks at Minho and says "I'm sure. You are not too old for me." He began to kiss her neck, his lips trailing Lower and Lower, while his hands explored her body, caressing and teasing. She arched her back, wanting more, needing him to touch her.He pulled away for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. "Do you trust me?" he whispered. She nodded, her heart racing. He smiled, his hand moving Lower still, until it was cupping her bare breast. He squeezed gently, rolling her nipple between his fingers. She let out a moan, her hips pressing against his hand. He leaned in, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking softly as his other hand moved Lower still, slipping between her legs. She cried out as he found her already wet, her body trembling with desire.

His fingers moved in a rhythm that was both familiar and new, as if he knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her lose control. She arched her back off the bed, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came undone beneath his touch. She could feel the heat rising within her, spreading through her body like wildfire. He continued to stroke her, his fingers moving faster and faster, until she felt a second, even more intense orgasm building deep inside her.

As she neared the brink, he pulled his fingers away, leaving her aching for more. "You're so wet, Y/n," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. He rolled onto his knees, positioning himself between her spread legs. She gasped as she felt the head of his erection pressing against her entrance. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and intense, and slowly, carefully, he pushed inside. She cried out as he filled her, the sensation of being so completely joined with him overwhelming her senses.

He began to move, his hips meeting hers in a rhythm that was both gentle and demanding. He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking as he thrust deeper. She arched her back, moaning loudly as their bodies moved together, the sounds of their passion echoing through the room.

As they became lost in the sensation of being joined, the last vestiges of daylight faded away, replaced by the warm glow of the lamps. The air in the room seemed to hum with anticipation as they explored each other's bodies, their movements growing more urgent and intense. Minho's thrusts became deeper, harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to control the building urgency within him.

Y/n arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she met his every stroke. She felt herself getting closer, the pressure building inside her, demanding release. With a cry that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, she came, her body convulsing beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over her. Minho followed close behind, his eyes squeezed shut, his back arching as he emptied himself deep inside her.

They lay tangled together on the bed, their breath coming in ragged gasps, their hearts racing. Minho rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. "That was… incredible," he murmured, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Y/n couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment spread through her.

"I've never… I've never felt anything like that before," she confessed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss before replying, "Neither have I." They lay there for several long moments, lost in the afterglow of their passion, the world around them fading away as they basked in the glow of their connection.

As their breathing began to steady, Minho propped himself up on an elbow, gazing down at her. "Do you want to take a shower?" he asked, running a finger lightly down her cheek. She nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. He smiled reassuringly, then rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He extended a hand to help her up, and she took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

The walk to the bathroom was a surreal experience as if they were in a bubble, the world around them fading away. He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it was just right, then helped her step under the spray. The warm water cascaded down over them, washing away the sweat and the traces of their passion.