Back For More

Back For More

Paring: TXT (separate) x Bottom!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary:Reader cheats with TXT (separate) and regrets it but can't get enough, so he comes back for more. (inspired by back for more by TXT)

More: Masterlist

Requests are open. I'm running out of ideas.

A/n: I totally didn't listen to Back for more Anitta and TXT ver on repeat while writing this. Also, Yeonjun's Guilty performance and Soobin's 23 curse are literally the best things to ever happen.

Yeonjun

The night was cool, the sky a deep velvet black dotted with twinkling stars. M/n, your boyfriend, was sound asleep, oblivious to the storm brewing within you. His gentle breaths caressed your skin, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a pang of guilt. But it was quickly replaced by the intoxicating thrill of anticipation, as you reached for your phone, dialing a number you knew by heart. You couldn't quite believe this was happening, but the desire to feel his lips on yours, his hands on your body, was overwhelming. It didn't matter that it was wrong, that you were cheating. All that mattered was this moment, this fleeting connection to the person you'd been dreaming about for far too long.

"Hey," Yeonjun answered, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for your call."

There was a brief pause before you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"Come over, then," Yeonjun purred. "I've been waiting for you."

The seconds ticked by as you both hung up, heart pounding in anticipation. You could hear your boyfriend's soft breaths, his steady heartbeat beneath your fingertips. But you knew that soon, you would be lost in the arms of the other man, the one who made you feel so alive, so wanted. You climbed out of bed, careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend, and slipped into a pair of jeans and a hoodie. The cold air hit you as you stepped out of the room, but you barely registered it. All that mattered was getting to Yeonjun as quickly as possible.

You crept down the hallway, your bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. The house was dark, save for a single lamp flickering in the living room. You could hear the faint sound of music playing in the background, and your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the song. It was one of your favorite songs, one that reminded you of the first time you met Yeonjun.

As you approached the living room, you could see his silhouette against the window, swaying to the music. His hair was disheveled, his body lithe and sensual. You hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of desire and guilt wash over you. But then you steeled yourself, taking a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside. "Hey," you said softly, closing the door behind you.

Yeonjun turned toward you, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. "You came." He stepped forward, his hands finding your hips. "I knew you couldn't resist me." His breath fanned across your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't find the words to respond, your mind foggy with desire. You could feel his erection pressing against your stomach, and you ached to be touched by him. You wanted him to make you forget about your boyfriend, about all the promises you'd made.

Yeonjun guided you over to the couch, sitting you down before climbing onto your lap. His body was hot against yours, and you gasped as he ground his hips against you, his erection clearly outlined through his clothes. "You know you belong to me," he whispered, his voice low and threatening. "You belong in my bed, beneath me."

You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. You wanted this, wanted him. But deep down, you knew it was wrong, that it would only lead to more pain and suffering.

As if sensing your turmoil, Yeonjun began to kiss you, his lips soft and demanding. His hands roamed over your body, teasing your nipples through your shirt, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You arched into his touch, helpless against the feelings he evoked in you. He tugged at your shirt, revealing your chest, and you felt a thrill of anticipation as he ran his tongue along your collarbone.

You could feel the tension building inside you, the need for release growing stronger with every passing second. You knew you should stop, but you couldn't bring yourself to say the words. You just wanted to lose yourself in this moment, in the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of him on your tongue.

Yeonjun's fingers dipped lower, brushing against the bare skin of your stomach before slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. He gasped as he found your aching center, already wet with desire. He stroked you roughly through your boxer, his fingers finding your dick and groping it expertly. You arched your back, crying out his name as pleasure washed over you in waves.

"That's it," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "You belong to me." He kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue dancing with yours as he continued to stroke you. You could feel the familiar tugging sensation building inside you, the need for release growing more insistent with each passing second.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as you surrendered to the sensation. His hips began to move against yours, grinding his erection against your leg, and you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your control slipping away, the guilt and shame you'd been carrying fading into the background as you gave in to the passion that flowed between you.

Yeonjun broke the kiss, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. "I want you," he breathed, his eyes dark with desire. "I need you." With a groan, he pushed your pants down, freeing your dick. He grasped it in his hand, stroking it roughly as he leaned in to kiss you again. You moaned into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming.

As you felt the familiar tugging sensation build to a crescendo, you arched your back off the couch, unable to contain your release. You came with a shout, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Yeonjun held you close, his breath hot against your neck as he came as well, his hips bucking against yours in time with your orgasm.

For a moment, you were lost in the afterglow of the passion you'd shared. But then, reality came crashing back down around you. You glanced at the clock, panic surging through your veins. You had to get back to your boyfriend's house before he woke up. You had to explain, to make things right.

You climbed shakily to your feet, looking down at Yeonjun, who lay sprawled on the couch, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. You didn't know what to say, what to do. You couldn't leave him like this, but you couldn't stay either. The guilt was overwhelming.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice hoarse with emotion. "I have to go."

Yeonjun opened his eyes, looking up at you with a mixture of desire and anger. "Don't leave me like this," he pleaded. "Don't make me want you even more."

You hesitated, torn between your love for him and your promises to your boyfriend. But in the end, you knew what you had to do. You turned and walked away, not looking back as you left the house and hurried down the darkened street.

The cool air of the night did nothing to calm your racing thoughts. You tried to convince yourself that it was all a mistake, that you could make it right somehow. But deep down, you knew that the damage had been done. You had betrayed your boyfriend's trust, and there was no going back from that.

As you neared your boyfriend's house, you began to panic. How would you explain this? How could you possibly make him understand? You practiced what you would say in your head, but nothing seemed to adequately capture the depth of your regret and shame.

You crept silently up to the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel the weight of your actions pressing down on you, making it difficult to breathe. With a shaking hand, you reached out to knock on the door.

Soobin

M/n's mind was a mess. He had just slept with Soobin, his best friend's boyfriend, and now he couldn't stop thinking about it. The way Soobin's lips had felt on his, the way their bodies moved together as if they were meant to be. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but crave more. As he lay awake in bed, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they were together for real.

The next day, M/n couldn't focus on anything. He kept glancing at Soobin whenever they were together, wondering what it would be like to be the one who Soobin looked at like that. Every time they touched, it sent shockwaves through his body, and every time they looked into each other's eyes, he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper. He knew he had to talk to Soobin, to confess how he felt, but he was too scared.

So, when Soobin texted him later that night, asking if he wanted to hang out, M/n didn't hesitate. He quickly agreed, hoping that maybe this time, they could find a way to be together. When they met up, Soobin led him to a secluded spot, and before M/n could say anything, Soobin leaned in and kissed him passionately. M/n melted into the kiss, returning it with just as much fervor.

As they continued to make out, M/n couldn't help but notice the hardness pressing against his thigh. He reached down and gripped Soobin's crotch, feeling the heat radiating from it. Soobin moaned into the kiss, and M/n could taste the desire on his lips. He pulled back slightly, looking into Soobin's eyes. "I want you," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I want you so badly."

Soobin nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He led M/n over to a nearby bench, helping him sit down. Before he knew what was happening, Soobin was on his knees in front of him, unzipping his pants. M/n's breath hitched as he watched Soobin pull out his cock, already hard with desire. Soobin wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking gently at first, then harder as he felt M/n begin to lose control.

M/n's hips bucked forward, his hands tangled in Soobin's hair. The sensation of Soobin's mouth on him was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His legs shook uncontrollably, and he knew he was close. Soobin sensed it too, and he began to move faster, using his tongue to tease the head of M/n's cock. With a cry of release, M/n came, his seed spilling down Soobin's throat. As the sensation subsided, he looked down at Soobin, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared intimacy.

"I think we need to do that again," Soobin murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. M/n couldn't help but laugh, even as he felt another wave of desire building inside him. He reached down and helped Soobin to his feet, pulling him closer for another kiss. This time, it felt like they were really together.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, M/n knew that this was what he had been missing all along. He didn't care if it meant hurting his best friend or if it wasn't supposed to be this way. All that mattered was that he was finally with the person he truly wanted. And as they continued to kiss, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, he knew that there was no turning back.

Beomgyu

It was a stormy night, the kind that made the air feel electric and alive. The sky was a churning mass of black clouds, lit intermittently by flashes of lightning that cast long, eerie shadows across the city. The wind howled like a banshee, rattling the windows and causing the trees to sway violently. In this sort of weather, it was easy for people to lose themselves in the darkness, to surrender to their base desires and let the storm guide them where it willed.

That was exactly what M/n had done. Just hours ago, he had been lying in bed, his heart heavy with guilt, his mind filled with images of Beomgyu's face as he had cried out Beomgyu's name. He knew he should have stayed away from the other man, known better than to give in to the temptation. But as soon as he had seen Beomgyu's message, the storm raging outside seeming to mirror the storm within him, he had found himself unable to resist.

Now, M/n sat in the backseat of his car, parked in a dark alleyway, waiting for Beomgyu to arrive. He could barely see his own hands in front of his face, the interior of the car illuminated only by the dim glow of the dashboard lights. His heart raced in his chest, and sweat trickled down his back despite the cold night air. He wanted this, needed it, but he couldn't help but feel like he was on the edge of some sort of precipice, teetering between right and wrong.

When he finally heard the familiar click of Beomgyu's shoes against the pavement, M/n's heart leapt into his throat. The car door opened, and Beomgyu slid into the seat beside him. Without a word, he leaned over and pressed their lips together, their bodies colliding in the tight space. M/n moaned into the kiss, his hands finding their way under Beomgyu's shirt, gripping at his skin hungrily.

As they broke apart for air, M/n gazed into Beomgyu's eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. "I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice shaking. "I keep picturing us together."

Beomgyu smiled sadly. "I know. I can't stop either." He reached over and traced a finger along M/n's jawline, then down his neck. "But we shouldn't be doing this," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. "We both know it's wrong."

M/n shivered at the touch, his body betraying his resolve. He couldn't help but feel drawn to Beomgyu, as if some invisible force were pulling them together despite their best intentions. "I know," he managed to say, his voice little more than a whisper. "But I can't stop wanting you."

The tension in the air thickened, the air charged with electricity. M/n could feel his heart racing, his breath coming faster. He leaned in closer to Beomgyu, their bodies pressed together so tightly that M/n could feel the other man's erection pressing against his own. As the passion between them grew, M/n found himself unable to resist any longer. He reached down, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants.

Beomgyu watched, his eyes dark and hungry, as M/n freed his cock. "Are you sure?" he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"I don't care," M/n gasped, wrapping his hand around Beomgyu's hard length. "I just want you." He guided Beomgyu's hand to his own crotch, their fingers entwining as they began to stroke each other in a feverish rhythm. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the friction between their palms and the pressure of Beomgyu's touch driving M/n wild. He arched his back, moaning loudly, his hips bucking into Beomgyu's hand.

As they continued to stroke each other, M/n could feel the familiar ache in his ass begin to build. He glanced over at Beomgyu, his lips parted and his eyes glazed over with lust. "Please," he whispered, "I need you."

Beomgyu looked at him for a long moment, his expression torn. Finally, he leaned forward, his lips finding M/n's once more. As their tongues tangled together, Beomgyu reached behind M/n, unbuckling his seatbelt. He guided M/n forward, pushing him down until he was on his knees in the footwell of the car. Then, he positioned himself behind M/n, lining up his aching cock with his ass.

With a harsh cry, M/n arched his back as Beomgyu thrust inside him, filling him completely. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that M/n couldn't help but cry out. His fingers dug into the upholstery of the car seat, his body trembling as Beomgyu began to move inside him, their hips meeting in a furious rhythm.

As they fucked, the wind howled outside, the rain pelting the car like bullets. Inside, it was a different kind of storm, a storm of passion and desire that threatened to consume them both. M/n could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he neared the brink. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his hot cum spilling onto the car seat as he cried out Beomgyu's name.

Beomgyu followed seconds later, his body shuddering as he released himself deep inside M/n. They collapsed together, panting heavily, their sweaty bodies pressed together. The storm raged on outside, but for a few precious moments, they were the only two people in the world.

As their breathing slowed, M/n leaned back against the car seat, his eyes closed. He knew they should never have done this, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. Beomgyu's fingers traced gentle circles on his palm, and M/n let out a shuddering sigh.

"I'm sorry," Beomgyu whispered. "I don't know what came over me."

M/n opened his eyes and looked at him. "It's okay," he said softly. "I wanted it too." He paused, then added, "I've wanted you for so long."

The admission hung in the air between them, heavy and awkward. But there was an understanding there as well. They both knew that what they had just done was wrong, but they couldn't deny the powerful connection that had brought them together.

"We should probably get back," Beomgyu said finally, his voice still shaky. He withdrew from M/n, doing his best to straighten their clothes and compose themselves.

M/n nodded, his heart still racing. He didn't want to break the spell between them, but they couldn't ignore reality forever. He forced himself to sit up, wincing at the ache in his ass, and buckled his seatbelt. As he glanced over at Beomgyu, he realized that they would have to face the consequences of their actions together. They could no longer pretend that what they had done was insignificant.

With a deep breath, M/n turned the key in the ignition, and the engine roared back to life. As they pulled away from the overlook, the storm seemed to intensify, the wind howling and the rain lashing against the car. But for now, they were together, and they would face whatever came their way together.

Taehyun

The night was still young, and the stars twinkled softly above as Taehyun and M/n sat in the dimly lit living room. They had been friends for years, but ever since M/n's boyfriend left town for an extended business trip, there had been an undeniable tension between them. It was as if the air itself was charged with an electric current, sizzling with anticipation. Every time Taehyun looked into M/n's eyes, he could see the desire lurking just beneath the surface, and it was driving him wild.

He leaned in closer, their bodies brushing against each other as he spoke softly into M/n's ear, "Do you ever regret what happened between us? I mean, I know we were both drunk that night, but… I can't help but wonder if you ever think about it."

M/n's heart skipped a beat as he felt Taehyun's warm breath against his neck. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help but admit that he thought about it all the time. The feel of Taehyun's lips on his, the weight of his body pressing him into the mattress. It was like an addiction, and the more he tried to resist, the more he found himself craving more.

With a shaky breath, M/n confessed, "I do think about it. All the time. I keep telling myself it was a mistake, that I should go back to my boyfriend, but… I can't stop wanting you."

The admission seemed to ignite something inside Taehyun, and he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against M/n's as he whispered, "Then why don't we make another mistake?"

Before M/n could even process what was happening, Taehyun had him back against the couch, their hips grinding together as their lips locked in a passionate kiss. He could feel Taehyun's erection pressed against his own, and the sensation was driving him wild. He moaned into the kiss, arching his back as he ground himself against Taehyun's hip.

Their tongues tangled together as they explored each other's mouths, and M/n could feel the familiar ache building deep within him. He reached down, his hand shaking as he undid Taehyun's pants, freeing his hard cock. It was just as big and impressive as he remembered, and he couldn't wait to feel it inside him.

As he stroked Taehyun's length, his other hand found its way to his own crotch, massaging his aching erection through his pants. He groaned into the kiss, unable to believe how good it felt to be with Taehyun again. The couch beneath them creaked ominously, but neither of them cared as they lost themselves in the moment.

Taehyun broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at M/n. His eyes were dark and intense, filled with desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, running his fingers through M/n's hair. "I've missed feeling you like this."

With a growl, Taehyun positioned himself between M/n's legs, his erection rubbing against the other man's entrance. He leaned down, his lips brushing against M/n's ear as he whispered, "Are you ready for me?"

M/n arched his back, his hips bucking upward in silent invitation. "Yes," he moaned. "Please."

With a swift thrust, Taehyun was inside him, their bodies joining in a rhythm that felt so right, so natural. M/n cried out, his back arching off the couch as pleasure coursed through him in waves. His thighs shook and his fists clenched, and with every thrust, Taehyun's cock hit his prostate, sending him spiraling into oblivion.

Around them, the room seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them, lost in their passion. Taehyun's hands gripped M/n's hips, his eyes locked on their joined bodies, and as M/n felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, he knew there was no going back. This was where he belonged, with Taehyun.

As his orgasm crashed over him in a wave of blinding pleasure, M/n's entire body tensed and his muscles went rigid. His thighs shook violently, and he couldn't help but let out a hoarse cry as he came, his hot seed spilling over Taehyun's lap.

Taehyun followed him over the edge, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself deep inside M/n one final time, his body shuddering with release. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against M/n's sweat-dampened hair as they both struggled to catch their breath.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Taehyun whispered, his voice hoarse. "I want more. I need more."

M/n could feel Taehyun's erection still inside him, pulsing with each heartbeat. The sensation was exhilarating, and he couldn't deny that he wanted more as well. "Then don't stop," he breathed. "Don't stop wanting me."

Their bodies tangled together, and as they lay there in the afterglow of their passion, M/n couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection between them would lead. But for now, he was content to enjoy the moment and savor the feel of Taehyun's skin pressed against his own.

Kai

The night was alive with the sound of raucous laughter, the scent of cheap perfume, and the feel of sweaty palms as they gripped the smooth sides of a glass. M/n had never been much of a drinker, but tonight was different. The urge to escape from reality was too strong, and the promise of oblivion too alluring. He found himself wandering aimlessly through the crowd, his eyes searching for anything that might offer a temporary reprieve from the pain that had become his constant companion.

It was then that he saw him: Kai, his sister's boyfriend The man who was off-limits in every sense of the word. There was something about Kai that made M/n's heart race and his stomach flip-flop. It was as if the very air around him was electrified, and M/n couldn't help but be drawn to him like a moth to the flame. Without a second thought, he made his way over, unable to resist the magnetic pull.

As he approached Kai, M/n felt a mixture of excitement and guilt course through his veins. Kai was handsome, with his prefect hair and piercing eyes, but he was also taken. M/n knew that what he was about to do was wrong, but the need to feel wanted, to experience the heat that Kai exuded, was simply too great. He swallowed hard and leaned in, pressing his lips against Kai's in a heated, passionate kiss.

Kai responded eagerly, his hands gripping M/n's hips as he deepened the kiss. M/n felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine as Kai's tongue danced against his lips. The feeling was intoxicating, and for a brief moment, he forgot about the guilt and the consequences that would inevitably follow. They danced together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, lost in the heat of the moment.

When they finally broke apart for air, M/n looked into Kai's eyes and knew that he was in too deep. He wanted more, and he didn't care who it hurt in the process. "Take me home with you," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. "Please."

Kai smiled, his eyes darkening with lust. "Alright," he breathed, leading M/n away from the party. As they made their way to his car, their hands never straying far from each other, M/n felt a sense of freedom wash over him. He had never been so brazen before, but with Kai, he felt invincible.

Once they were in the car, Kai reached over and undid M/n's pants, slipping his hand inside and finding him already hard. With a hungry moan, Kai began to stroke him, his other hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. M/n arched his back, letting out a throaty groan as the pleasure coursed through him.

They arrived at Kai's apartment in record time, their need for each other driving them forward with an urgency that was both thrilling and terrifying. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Kai pushed M/n against the wall and kissed him again, harder this time. He unbuttoned M/n's shirt, revealing his chest, before leaning down to suckle at his nipple. M/n cried out, his hips grinding against Kai's.

When Kai finally pulled away, M/n's breath came in ragged gasps. "I want to taste you," he whispered, reaching down to undo Kai's pants. Kai let out a shaky breath as M/n took him in hand, his tongue darting out to lap at the head of his cock. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of M/n's mouth on him. He pushed M/n's head down, urging him to take more, and M/n eagerly obeyed, taking as much of Kai's length into his mouth as he could handle.

M/n felt a surge of power as he tasted Kai, as he felt the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath his hands. He knew that Kai was his, at least for this moment, and he intended to make the most of it. He sucked harder, teasing the sensitive flesh at the base of Kai's cock, and then licked up along the length, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. Kai moaned, thrusting into M/n's mouth, and M/n could feel the heat of his arousal spreading through his body.

Their encounter was a frenzied dance of lust and desire, their bodies moving together in a fluid motion that was both familiar and foreign. M/n felt as if he were losing control, as if he were falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of their passion. Kai's grip on his hair was tight, almost painful, but M/n didn't care; it only served to heighten the experience.

As Kai neared his climax, M/n could feel the muscles in his thighs tensing, the heat of his body growing more intense. He pulled away, breathless, and watched as Kai's eyes rolled back in his head, his face contorted in ecstasy. He felt a sharp twinge in his own groin, and with a groan, he came, spurting his release over Kai's chest.

They collapsed together on the floor, their chests heaving, their hearts racing. For a moment, there was silence, as if the world around them had come to a standstill. M/n reached up to wipe the sweat from Kai's brow, and Kai smiled down at him, his eyes still glassy with desire.

"I can't believe I just did that," M/n whispered, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and fear wash over him. He had never been so brazen before, but with Kai, it had been like he'd lost all inhibition. He felt a newfound sense of confidence, of power.

Kai laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from M/n's face. "I know, right? It's like we're different people tonight." He leaned in, their lips just barely touching. "Do you want to do it again?"

M/n nodded, his heart racing at the thought of exploring this newfound courage with Kai. They stood, still leaning against each other for support, and made their way to Kai's bedroom. The air was heavy with the scent of their arousal, and M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the power that had been unleashed between them.

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"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."

An Orgasm A Day Keeps The Cramps Away

Paring: GP!Yunjin x Bottom Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Yunjin decides to help you with your cramps during your time of the month.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I wrote this fic because I have just started my period again and my cramps are causing me a lot of pain. I am also considering writing more period-related content, including smut.

Yunjin was in the practice room with Y/n when she saw Y/n was in pain. She immediately stopped what she was doing and approached Y/n with concern written all over her face. "Y/n, what's wrong? You seem to be in pain." Yunjin asked, her voice soft and gentle. Y/n let out a sigh before responding, "Ah, it's just my period. I just started and the cramps are killing me. Nothing seems to help." Yunjin nodded, remembering how painful cramps could be. She decided to do some research to see if there was anything she could do to help Y/n.

As it turned out, orgasms were known to provide relief from menstrual cramps. Eager to help her friend, Yunjin suggested, "Hey, Y/n, have you ever heard of how orgasms can help with cramps? Maybe we could try that?" Y/n's face turned bright red and she stuttered, "Uh, well, I-I've heard about it, but I'm a virgin. I don't really know how to do it."

Yunjin smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I can help you. It's not as scary as it sounds, and we can do it in a way that's comfortable for you." She moved closer to Y/n and kissed her softly on the lips. "We can start with this." As they continued to make out, Yunjin began to undress Y/n, taking off her shirt and revealing her flat chest.

Y/n glanced down at her own body, feeling self-conscious about her nakedness. "But, um, won't it get messy if we do it here?" she asked, referring to the practice room. Yunjin thought for a moment and then nodded. "You're right. Let's go to our dorm instead. I'm sure we can find a way to make it work." Together, they went to their shared bedroom and entered the bathroom. Yunjin turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature until it was nice and hot. "This should help relax you," she said with a gentle smile.

As Y/n stepped into the steamy shower, Yunjin closed the shower door behind them. She wrapped her arms around Y/n and started kissing her passionately, their tongues tangling together. Y/n moaned softly into the kiss, feeling a heat building up between her legs. Yunjin could tell that Y/n was ready, so she leaned forward and began to kiss and lick along her neck and collarbone.

Y/n gasped and arched her back, her eyes fluttering shut. She could feel Yunjin's hand moving between their bodies, stroking her gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Yunjin asked, her voice husky with desire. "I don't want to hurt you." Y/n nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, I trust you," she whispered.

With that, Yunjin positioned herself in front of Y/n and slowly guided her hips forward. Their bodies aligned perfectly, and Yunjin felt her own girlhood slide effortlessly inside Y/n's wetness. They groaned in unison as their hips began to move together, their bodies becoming one in the heat of passion. Yunjin's fingers dug into Y/n's hips, urging her to go deeper, harder, faster.

Y/n threw her head back, her long hair falling forward to hide her face from view. She arched her back, meeting Yunjin's thrusts with equal force. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, but somehow, it felt like it was helping to ease the pain. The cramps that had been wracking her body seemed to fade away as the orgasm began to build inside her.

"Oh, Yunjin!" she cried out, her voice muffled by the sound of their bodies slapping together. "I'm close!" Yunjin's hips quickened, and she leaned forward, nipple brushing against Y/n's. "Cum with me, baby," she whispered, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. And with those words, Y/n's orgasm crashed over her like a wave, washing away the last vestiges of pain and leaving her spent and satisfied.

They clung to each other, their hearts racing, as they tried to catch their breath. Yunjin's chest heaved up and down, and she could feel her own juices still dripping from their entangled bodies. She smiled down at Y/n, who looked up at her with a mixture of surprise and contentment.

"That was amazing," Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the running water. "Thank you." Yunjin leaned down and kissed her softly. "No, thank you. I've never felt anything like that before. You're incredible." They continued to embrace, lost in the afterglow of their shared experience, until the water began to cool and reality slowly crept back in.

With a sigh, Yunjin stepped away from Y/n and turned off the shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself before wrapping another around Y/n. "Come on," she said, leading Y/n out of the shower and into the bedroom. "Let's get cleaned up and relax." They dried off, got dressed, and climbed into bed, snuggling close together under the soft sheets. Yunjin couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her as she wrapped her arm around Y/n's waist.

They lay there for a while, just enjoying each other's company in silence. Yunjin could feel the warmth of Y/n's body against hers, and it was oddly comforting. She wondered if this was how it felt to be in love. She couldn't deny that she had been attracted to Y/n from the moment they met, but she never expected to feel this way about her. It was almost overwhelming at times, but in a good way.

As they lay there, Y/n traced idle patterns on Yunjin's arm with her finger. "Thank you for being here for me tonight," she said softly. "I don't know what I would have done without you." Yunjin smiled down at her. "You're my best friend, Y/n. Of course I'm here for you. And I'm glad we could…do this. I hope it helped." Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It did. More than you'll ever know."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, Yunjin thought she saw something different in Y/n's gaze. Something that went beyond friendship. But before she could say anything, Y/n looked away, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Let's get some sleep, okay?" Yunjin nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment deep in her chest. But she knew that tonight, they had shared something special, and that was enough for now.

They settled into the bed, spooning together, and soon fell into a deep, satisfying sleep. As they drifted off, Yunjin couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. It was as if everything that had happened before this moment had been leading up to this night, and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly at ease.

Bangchan stabs a knife into the mattress and makes you ride the handle

(please..)

Drive Me Insane

Paring: Top!Bang Chan x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Chan hates it when you act like a total slut for attention.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry that there's not that much dialogue. I find it a little hard to write dialogue for smut (But I'm working on it) 😅. Requests are open!

Bang Chan's fingers danced over the laptop keyboard, his brow furrowed as he tried to focus on his boss and other employees in front of him. His mind, however, was elsewhere. His gaze kept drifting to the bedroom door, where he could hear the unmistakable sounds of their mattress creaking and his husband's breathy moans filling the air. The tension built up inside him like a pressure cooker, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, frustration, and desire.

He glanced at the clock, noting that they still had another hour left in the Zoom meeting. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't take it anymore. With a deep breath, he ended the call abruptly and stormed into the bedroom, his heart racing and his blood pumping. There he found his husband, his back arched and his hips thrusting rhythmically on his own fingers, his other hand tangled in his own hair as he moaned Bang Chan's name.

The anger inside him boiled over, and he grabbed the sharpest knife from the kitchen, intent on teaching his husband a lesson. He stormed back into the bedroom, holding the knife above his head, and plunged it deep into their mattress. It went in with a satisfying thud, the handle poking out at an angle, ready for someone to ride it. He stared at his husband, chest heaving, waiting for the realization of what he had done to sink in.

You looked up at him, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "Chris? Wh-What did you do?" you slowly slid your hands down the bed, still looking at the knife handle poking out of the mattress. Your cheeks flushed red, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Bang Chan felt a surge of power course through him. He couldn't believe his husband was actually enjoying this. "I did this because I'm sick of you doing this," he growled, gesturing to the bed. "I'm sick of you being so needy, so slutty. I want you to feel what it's like."

You swallowed hard, looking conflicted for a moment before your expression hardened. You slowly climb over to the knife, straddling the knife handle. your cock is already hard, and you begin to grind against it, moaning softly. "Is that what you want, Chris?" you pant, your eyes locked on Chan. "You want me to ride your little knife?"

Bang Chan's heart skips a beat at the sight of his husband's cock throbbing against the knife handle. He wants to tell him no, to make him stop, but the sight of his husband's submission, his desire… it's too much. He can't look away.

You lean forward, his hands gripping the bed sheets, and begin to ride the knife's handle. your hips move in a steady rhythm, your breath coming out in ragged gasps.

Chan watches in awe as his husband takes control of the situation, asserting his dominance over the knife and the bed. It's a power play that he never knew his husband was capable of, and it's driving him wild. He can feel his own desire building inside him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. He wants to join in, to feel the knife handle thrusting inside him, to feel his husband's weight pressing down on him.

Your breath comes out in ragged gasps, Your body tensing as you are near climax. your hips buck wildly, the knife handle digging deeper into the mattress with each thrust. Bang Chan can't take it anymore. He goes onto the bed, takes his husband off the knife, and places the knife on the side table, which you whine at.

Their bodies are pressed together, sweat glistening on their skin. You lean forward, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Chan's tongue darts out, seeking entry into his husband's mouth, and when it finds purchase, he thrusts it deep, tasting his husband's desire. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, seeking out pleasure, finding it in the other's touch.

Chan groans into the kiss, his hips grinding against his husband's. He reaches down, gripping his erection, and gives it a firm stroke. You gasp, arching into the touch, and Bang Chan feels his own desire surging forward, desperate for release. He breaks the kiss, panting, and gazes down at his husband's body.

You watch him with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You reach down, unbutton Bang Chan's pants, and pull them down his hips, revealing his erection, already leaking pre-cum. Chan takes it in his hand, stroking up and down the length, feeling the warmth and the moisture.

Chan groans the sensation is exquisite, and he can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him. He reaches down, gripping your hair, and pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue darts out, tangling with yours, as your bodies move in perfect sync.

You groan, your hips bucking against Chan's hand. You feel so alive, so desired. The power play they've engaged in has only served to heighten your desire, and you want nothing more than to feel Chan inside you.

Chan reaches out, gripping his husband's hips, and guides him down onto his cock.

There's a moment of resistance before you are fully impaled on his length, but then he feels the slick heat of your body envelop him, and a shudder runs through him. He buries his face in your neck, feeling your heart racing beneath your lips. your hips move together, a slow, sensual dance that soon picks up speed.

The mattress squeaks beneath them as they writhe together, their bodies sliding against each other, chests heaving. Your nails dig into Chan's shoulders, leaving little trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through him. He looks down, taking in the sight of their joined bodies, and feels a wave of possessiveness wash over him.

Chan's eyes meet yours, and in that moment, he feels so connected to you. It's as if you two can communicate without words, your bodies speaking the language of desire and love. He reaches down, grasping your ass, and squeezes it, urging you to move faster, harder.

Both your movements grow more frenzied, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The sweat that coats their bodies serves to heighten the sensation, making every touch, and every caress more intense. You arch his back, pushing yourself deeper onto Chan's cock, and a low groan escapes your lips. You can feel his release building inside him, the familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Chan's eyes never leave his husband's face as he watches you lose control. He feels his own orgasm building, threatening to overwhelm him, but he wants to savor this moment, wants to share it with his husband. He leans down, kisses his husband's neck, sucking on the skin as he thrusts harder. His hips buck wildly, finding a rhythm that matches his husband's, and he feels the hot release spill from him, coating their stomachs and thighs.

You arch your back, crying out as you come, feeling the intense pleasure wash over you. Your body shudders with the force of your orgasm, and you collapse against Chan, panting heavily. For a moment, they're both lost in the aftermath of their passion, their bodies still moving together, finding a rhythm in the quiet aftermath.

Chan's chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, his heart still racing. He looks down at you, feeling a profound sense of love and connection wash over him. He gently kisses your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before pulling out of him. Their sweat-slicked bodies slide against each other, leaving trails of wetness on the sheets.

Your eyes flutter open, and you smile up at Bang Chan, the afterglow of their passion still evident on your face. "Thank you," You whisper, running a hand through Chan's husband's sweat-dampened hair. "That was… incredible."

Chan leans down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. "I love you," he whispers against his mouth. "So much." He rolls off of him, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at his husband's face. The room is still, the only sound is their ragged breathing as they lie entwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

You smile up at him again, your eyes half-lidded with contentment. "I love you too," You say softly, your voice still thick with desire. "You make me feel so… wanted, so loved."

Their gazes lock, and at that moment, Chan can feel the weight of your words. He reaches down, cupping your cheek, and gently kisses you, wanting to convey all the love and adoration he feels in that single touch. Their kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, as they express their feelings for each other in a language that needs no words.

HAPPY NEW YEAR FELLOW DELULUS