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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.

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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.