Hi!! Can I Ask For A Male Reader X Bang Chan Where The Two Meet Of Them Meet Again At A High School Reunion

Hi!! Can i ask for a male reader x bang chan where the two meet of them meet again at a high school reunion and rekindle their relationship?

We Meet Again

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Paring: Bang Chan x Male reader

Genre: Fluff (Short)

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A/n: Requests are open

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M/n nervously adjusted his tie as he entered the crowded hall where the high school reunion was taking place. Scanning the room, he caught a familiar face in the crowd. It was Bang Chan, his old friend from school. They had lost touch after graduation, but M/n had always secretly harbored feelings for Chan.

"Chris!" M/n called out, making his way through the crowd. Chris turned around, a surprised look on his face before breaking into a wide smile.

"M/n! I can't believe it's you," Chris exclaimed, pulling M/n into a tight hug. The two friends quickly fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about their high school days and catching up on each other's lives.

As the night went on, M/n and Chris found themselves gravitating towards each other, their laughter and inside jokes flowing effortlessly. It was as if no time had passed at all.

"You know, I've always regretted losing touch with you," Chris confessed, his eyes locking with M/n's. "I've missed having you around."

M/n felt a warmth spread through his chest at Chris' words. "Me too," he replied, a genuine smile on his face. "But I'm glad we found each other tonight."

As the night went on, the two of them continued to talk and laugh, growing closer with each passing moment. There was an easy chemistry between them that neither could deny. Finally, as the reunion began to wind down, Chris leaned in toward M/n, his voice barely above a whisper.

"M/n, I've always felt a special connection with you."

M/n's heart skipped a beat as he listened to Chris' words. He couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions, both happy and nervous. He glanced up at Chris, whose eyes seemed to hold a depth of sincerity that he'd never seen before. Without thinking, he reached out and took Chris' hand in his, squeezing it gently.

"I like you too, Chris. Maybe we can make up for lost time."

Their hands stayed entwined as they continued to talk, the rest of the reunion fading into the background. As the night grew late, they decided to exchange numbers, promising to keep in touch this time. They exchanged lingering glances and shy smiles as they parted ways, each feeling a newfound hope and excitement about the future.

Hi Hi! you did so well with my first request so I have another one:)

I was thinking FTM reader (no surgeries) x roommates Chansung. Chansung are dating and they hate you and you hate them with how they keep you up at night being loud as hell when Ji fucks Chan. One day y'all are in a heated argument with lots of yelling and aggression but there's so much damn sexual tension between the three of you that things suddenly turn SPICY mid argument.

Paring: Switch!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Smut

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A/n: Omg, I finally finished writing! I hope this is what you were asking for. I really tried my best to write it as clearly as possible.

In the dimly lit room, the shadows danced across the walls like ethereal lovers, their soft caresses blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. The air was thick with anticipation, the heavy silence of three people caught in a web of unspoken desires. Y/n hated it. Hated the way his roommates Jisung and Chris looked at him, hated the way they whispered to each other when they thought he was asleep, hated the way they made him feel so damn uncomfortable. He couldn't help but listen to them fuck, couldn't help but hear Chris's muffled cries and moans from Jisung that seemed to echo through the walls of their tiny apartment. But tonight was different. Tonight, something was going to give.

The argument had started innocently enough, over the usual things: dirty dishes in the sink, unemptied trash cans, the occasional forgotten rent payment. But as the words flew back and forth between them, the tension in the air grew thicker, more palpable with every syllable. And then, suddenly, it shifted. Like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky, the sexual tension exploded into the room, filling the air with the heady scent of desire and the promise of something more.

Jisung leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. "You like hearing it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You like hearing us together." Chris, always the braver of the two, nodded in agreement, his hands moving restlessly on Y/n's shoulders.

"No, I don't!" Y/n snapped, trying to pull away from their touch. "I hate it! I hate you both!" But even as he spoke, he could feel his heart racing, his pussy getting wetter in his panties. The tension between them was unbearable, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Jisung rose to his feet, his movements fluid and confident. He took a step closer, his chest almost brushing against Y/n's. "We can prove it," he whispered. "We can show you what you've been hearing every night." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Y/n's hand and dragged him across the room, into his bedroom. Chris followed close behind, his expression a mix of determination and desire.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from a small lamp on the bedside table. Jisung closed the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Jisung and Chris took off their clothes then they both took off Y/n's. Jisung led Y/n over to the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress so that he was lying on his back. Then he turned to face Chris, who was watching them with hungry eyes.

"Show him," Jisung breathed, his voice low and commanding. "Show him what he hears." Chris nodded, moving forward to stand between Y/n's spread legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "You like hearing this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

As if in answer, Y/n arched his back, letting out a soft moan. The feel of Chris's hardness pressed against his entrance was almost too much to bear. He wanted it, needed it, despite himself. And then, with a single thrust, Chris was inside him, filling the empty space between their bodies. Y/n cried out, his hips bucking against Chris's, meeting his movements with a fierce hunger.

Behind them, Jisung positioned himself between Chris's legs, leaning forward to kiss his neck. His fingers dug into the firm muscle of Chris's ass as he began to thrust, matching the pace of their hips. The feeling of being so completely surrounded by them, of being taken in every possible way, was overwhelming.

As Y/n lay there, pinned beneath the weight of their bodies, he could feel the pressure building inside him, coiling tight in his core. He arched his back, meeting the rhythm of their movements, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. The sounds of their bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing through his head like a siren song.

Jisung's thrusts behind him were fierce and unyielding, each one driving deeper into Chris's ass. The friction caused his cock to throb, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his balls. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Chris's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. Chris let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking wildly against Y/n's.

Y/n closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting his body. He tried to focus on breathing, on keeping himself from losing control. But it was no use. The heat between them, the taste of sweat and skin, the sounds of their bodies colliding together, it all combined into a cacophony of desire that was impossible to ignore.

As Chris's movements grew more frantic, Y/n knew that he was close. He reached down, grasping at the headboard of the bed, using it to steady himself as he felt the familiar tightening in his core. "I'm going to come," he gasped, his voice ragged with need. "Oh god, I'm going to…"

Jisung's thrusts behind Chris became more urgent, his hips slamming into Chris's ass in perfect rhythm with Y/n's movements. He groaned, his breath hot against Chris's neck. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's own pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of being so fully stretched and used sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel himself on the brink, about to lose control completely. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped, arching his back as he felt the first spasms of release wash over him.

Chris moaned, his body tensing as he felt Y/n's orgasm spill over him. His own climax followed close behind, his hips bucking wildly as he came, filling Y/n with his seed. The sensation of being so completely claimed by them was overwhelming, and for a moment, Y/n couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was lost in the haze of pleasure, their sweat cooling on his skin, their weight pressing him into the mattress.

Behind them, Jisung let out a hoarse cry as he felt his release, his hips thrusting one final time before collapsing forward, panting heavily against Chris's back. The weight of their bodies pressed Y/n into the mattress, and he reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly used and claimed. He could feel the warmth of their sweat mingling together, the roughness of their skin against his own, the rhythmic movement of their breath as they struggled to catch their breath.

Chris's arms wrapped tightly around Y/n, holding him close as their hearts raced in unison. The afterglow of their shared passion filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Y/n closed his eyes, reveling in the intimacy of the moment, the connection he felt to both of them. He could feel the dampness between his legs, the evidence of their passion still pulsing within him.

Jisung slowly withdrew from Chris's body, his cock slipping free with a wet, sloppy sound. He leaned over, kissing Chris's neck, his lips lingering there for a moment before trailing down to his chest. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this forever."

Y/n turned his head, pressing a kiss to Jisung's lips. "Me too," he whispered, before glancing back at Chris. "And you know we could. We could stay like this all night."

Chris smiled, his eyes drifting closed as he felt the weight of their combined exhaustion settling over him. "I don't know if I could move right now," he murmured, arching his back slightly as Y/n's hand traced lazy circles over his chest.

Y/n smiled, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to Chris's lips. "Well, we're all here together, so we've got plenty of time to rest," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We can just lie here and enjoy each other's company for a while."

Yoo I was wondering if you could write a fic with a FtM reader with a poly relationship with Felix and Changbin. It could be purely fluff but if you want it could lead to smut :> Of course take your time with writing it.

JUST THE WAY U R

Paring: Felix x Changbin x FTM reader

Genre: Slight angst, Fluff

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A/n: Sorry for the delay, I wanted to write this as best as possible.

M/n, a member of the famous K-pop group Stray Kids, was curled up in the fetal position on his bed, clutching his lower abdomen in agony. His usually bright eyes were bloodshot from the pain, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. He hated this. He hated the way it hurt, the way it made him feel weak, the way it made him feel like a freak. No one knew about this, not even his two boyfriends, Felix and Changbin. They loved him, he knew they did, but they didn't know the secret he had been carrying around for years.

M/n was a female-to-male transgender, and he had gotten top surgery. It was supposed to make him feel more comfortable in his own skin, but it hadn't helped with the periods. They still came, still made him feel like shit, still reminded him of the life he had left behind. And now, as he lay there in pain, he couldn't help but wish that he could just get rid of them altogether.

His two boyfriends, Felix and Changbin, were both in the next room, talking in hushed tones. They had noticed something was wrong and had come to check on him. They were so sweet, so caring, but they didn't know the truth. They didn't know about his past. And he wasn't sure if he was ready to tell them yet.

M/n's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of their voices growing louder. They were coming into his room, concern etched on their faces. "Love, what's wrong?" Felix asked, kneeling beside the bed. Changbin moved to sit behind M/n, resting his hands on his shoulders.

M/n took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for their reactions. "I-I got my period," he stammered. "It hurts really bad." There, he'd said it. The words were out in the open now. He braced himself for their judgment, for them to tell him that they didn't want to be with him anymore.

But instead, Felix and Changbin's faces softened. They exchanged a look before turning back to M/n. "Oh, love," Felix breathed, reaching out to gently stroke his hair. "I'm so sorry. That must hurt so much." Changbin nodded in agreement, his expression full of sympathy. "We're here for you, no matter what."

M/n felt a lump form in his throat. He didn't expect them to react this way. They didn't seem disgusted or angry or disappointed. They just looked worried and concerned. A tiny, hopeful part of him began to wonder if maybe they could still love him, even with this secret.

"Here," Felix said, carefully taking M/n's hand and pressing something warm and soft into it. "It's a heating pad. It should help with the cramps." He reached over and placed another object on the bedside table. "And I brought you your favorite food and drink. You should eat something, love. It'll make you feel better."

M/n looked up at Felix, his eyes brimming with tears. "Thank you," he whispered. "You don't have to take care of me."

Felix smiled gently. "Yes, we do. We love you, and we want to make you feel better. Now, why don't you eat something, and I'll help you with the heating pad?"

M/n couldn't help but smile back, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Okay," he said, taking the food and drink from Felix. As he ate, the warmth from the heating pad began to seep into his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally be comfortable.

Felix and Changbin continued to hover over him, making sure he was okay and offering words of encouragement. They told him that it was normal for trans men to still get periods, and that they would always love him no matter what. M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe this wasn't the end, maybe they could still have a future together.

As the pain began to subside, M/n found himself growing more and more aware of the affection they were showing him. The way they looked at him with such love and understanding, the way they touched him so gently, it was all so overwhelmingly sweet. He couldn't help but feel grateful to have them in his life.

The afternoon passed slowly, with the three of them curled up on the bed, watching movies and sharing bites of food. It felt so nice to just be together, to not have to hide any part of himself from them. M/n couldn't help but marvel at how comfortable he felt with Felix and Changbin. They were the only ones who truly understood what he was going through, and they never once made him feel ashamed or alone.

A top! Jeongin x bot! Male reader. The male reader seduces jeongin by wearing tight boxers and thigh-high socks. The reader wanted to ride him with Jeongin wearing pants while he rode his dick. The reader also loves Jeongin to stay shirtless while humping or riding on him.

Thigh Highs

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Paring: top! Jeongin x bot! Male reader

Genre: smut

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A/n: Requests are open

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"Hey, Jeongin, you're home early," M/n called out from the bedroom, hearing the front door shut. Jeongin, his ginger hair a bit messier than usual, poked his head in with a tired smile.

"Yeah, had a bit of a break in the schedule today," he replied, tossing his bag onto the floor. "How's your day been?"

M/n stepped into the room wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxers blue and white striped thigh-high socks that hugged his thighs. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he approached Jeongin, who couldn't help but let his gaze wander over M/n's body. "It's been okay," M/n said, his voice a low purr. "But it's about to get a whole lot better."

Jeongin felt his heart race as M/n closed the distance between them. He reached out, his hand brushing against M/n's bare chest, feeling the heat and the firm muscles beneath the smooth skin. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

M/n took Jeongin's hand and led him to the bed, pushing him gently down onto the soft mattress. "I was thinking," he said, a sly smile playing on his lips, "about how much I love watching you move." He climbed onto the bed, straddling Jeongin's waist. "But I think it's your turn to watch me this time."

Jeongin's eyes widened as M/n began to slowly roll his hips, the fabric of his pants tightening around his growing erection. The sight of M/n's body moving in such a sensual way made him feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. "I want to ride you," M/n whispered, his voice barely audible. "But I want you to keep your pants on."

The request took Jeongin by surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He liked the idea of M/n being in control, and the added challenge of keeping his own pants on only made the situation more thrilling. He took of his shirt, laid back, his arms folded behind his head, watching as M/n reached down to pull his boxers aside, freeing his hard cock. M/n's hand wrapped around it, stroking gently as he positioned himself over Jeongin's crotch.

M/n's eyes never left Jeongin's as he lowered himself down, feeling the warmth and pressure of Jeongin's erection against his own. Jeongin bit his lip, his eyes hooded with lust as M/n began to grind their hips together. The friction through Jeongin's clothes was driving him wild, and he knew that M/n was feeling it too, judging by the way he was panting and his pupils had dilated.

M/n leaned forward, his hands planted on either side of Jeongin's head, and began to move in earnest. His muscles flexed with each movement, the tight fabric of his socks and boxers accentuating every line and curve of his body. Jeongin reached up, his hands sliding along M/n's thighs, feeling the power and control in his legs as he rocked back and forth. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of want and need that was only growing stronger with each passing moment.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of flesh against fabric that was punctuated by M/n's breathy moans. Jeongin could feel the heat building in his own pants, the pressure of his erection against the zipper becoming almost unbearable. He watched as M/n's face contorted with pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent cry.

M/n's movements grew more urgent, his hips snapping down with increasing force. Jeongin could feel the precum leaking through his own pants, making the fabric stick to his skin. He reached down, fumbling with the button and zipper, eager to free himself and feel M/n's bare skin against his own.

"Not yet," M/n breathed, his eyes snapping open to meet Jeongin's. "Let me enjoy this for a bit longer."

Jeongin nodded, his own need momentarily overridden by the desire to give M/n what he wanted. He watched as M/n leaned back, his hand still working his cock in time with their rhythm. The sight was almost too much to handle, but he forced himself to stay still, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly.

M/n's hips rolled in a way that sent waves of pleasure through both of them, the friction from the boxers and pants creating a delicious tension. Jeongin could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. He reached up to trace the line of M/n's jaw, his thumb brushing against the soft skin of his cheek.

"You're so beautiful," Jeongin murmured, his voice thick with lust.

M/n's cheeks flushed at the compliment, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his climax. He leaned down, capturing Jeongin's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together as their hips continued to grind. Jeongin could taste the sweetness of M/n's mouth, feel the tremble of his body as he grew closer and closer to the edge.

Their kiss broke, and M/n let out a guttural moan as he came, his cock pulsing in his hand, spurts of cum landing on Jeongin's bare stomach. Jeongin watched, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch, as M/n's body shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

"Your turn," M/n panted, moving off of Jeongin's hips and sliding down his body. He took Jeongin's cock in his mouth, the fabric of his boxers still in the way, creating a barrier that only served to heighten the sensation. Jeongin's hips bucked upwards instinctively, his hands finding M/n's hair and gripping it tightly.

M/n teased him through the fabric, licking and sucking, feeling the heat and the pulse of Jeongin's erection against his tongue. Jeongin's breathing grew ragged, his body straining against the restraint of his own pants. "M/n," he moaned, his voice a desperate plea.

M/n sat back up, a wicked smile on his face as he looked down at Jeongin. "You know what you have to do," he said, his voice low and commanding. Jeongin nodded, his eyes never leaving M/n's as he quickly shed his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick and hard, pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

M/n straddled Jeongin once more, this time facing away from him. He leaned back, pressing his ass against Jeongin's cock, feeling the tip slide along his crack. Jeongin's hands came up to grip M/n's hips, guiding him into position. With a slow, deliberate movement, M/n lowered himself down, feeling the head of Jeongin's cock breach his entrance.

The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made M/n gasp. He took a deep breath, bracing himself as he continued to sink down, taking Jeongin inch by inch. Jeongin's eyes were on M/n's ass, watching as it swallowed him whole, the fabric of his boxers stretching tightly over his balls. He couldn't believe how tight M/n felt, even after all the times they'd been together.

Once M/n was fully seated, he paused, giving Jeongin a moment to adjust to the feeling. Jeongin's grip on his hips tightened, his nails digging into the flesh. "Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

M/n leaned back slightly, his hands on Jeongin's chest for balance. He began to rock back and forth, setting a slow, deliberate pace. The feeling of Jeongin's cock sliding in and out of him was exquisite, the friction of the fabric against his ass only adding to the sensation. He could feel Jeongin's muscles tense and release with each of his movements, the way his abs flexed and his chest heaved with every breath.

"F-fuck me," M/n whispered, his voice a mix of need and challenge. "Har-der."

Jeongin's eyes narrowed, the fire in his gaze burning hotter as he complied. He pushed up into M/n, his hips moving with more force. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a raw and primal symphony that echoed off the walls. The headboard of the bed began to thump rhythmically against the wall, a steady beat that matched the racing of their hearts.

M/n's breath hitched as Jeongin's cock hit that perfect spot inside him, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. He leaned back further, arching his back, giving Jeongin deeper access. The feel of Jeongin's bare skin against his own was electric, the heat of their bodies melding together in a way that made M/n feel like they were one.

Jeongin's hands moved from M/n's hips to his waist, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above the band of his boxers. He could feel M/n's muscles clench and release around him, the tight grip of his ass driving him wild. He began to piston his hips upwards, meeting M/n's movements with his own, the pace of their lovemaking increasing with each passing moment.

M/n's moans grew louder, his body moving in perfect sync with Jeongin's. He reached down to stroke his own cock, the sensation of being filled and pleasured at the same time overwhelming. His hand was a blur, his strokes matching the rhythm of Jeongin's thrusts. The room was a whirlwind of sensation: the feel of the cool air against his flushed skin, the scent of their combined arousal, the sound of their breaths mingling in the quiet of the afternoon.

As the intensity grew, M/n's movements grew more erratic. He could feel his orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in his stomach. "Fuck, Jeongin, I'm gonna-" he gasped, his voice cut off by a loud moan as he came, his body shaking with the force of his release. Jeongin's grip on him tightened, his thrusts growing more urgent as he felt M/n's hole clench around his cock.

The sight of M/n's climax pushed Jeongin over the edge. He buried his face in the pillow beside M/n's, his hips bucking up as he filled M/n with his cum. His body was a taut bow, every muscle straining as he emptied himself into his lover. He groaned into the pillow, the sound muffled but no less intense.

M/n felt the hot spurts of Jeongin's release, his inner walls pulsing around the thick cock inside him. He collapsed forward, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. Jeongin's arms wrapped around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath.

"That was… incredible," Jeongin panted, his voice muffled by the pillow.

M/n chuckled, his body still shaking with the aftermath of pleasure. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice filled with satisfaction. He leaned back into Jeongin's embrace, feeling the sticky warmth of their combined releases between them.

Jeongin kissed the back of M/n's neck, his breath hot against the damp skin. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. M/n shivered at the contact, his body still sensitive from the intense climax. He turned his head to the side, capturing Jeongin's lips in a lazy kiss that spoke of contentment and love.

Are you still taking request right now? I loved reading the half sisters one. So, I'm hoping if you can write another G!P! Yeji x Fem Reader.

Like both of the reader's group and ITZY have been friends, everyone is aware of Yeji's feelings for the reader—who's oblivious—but they are getting impatient when she'll make a move so they decided to use Chaeryeong to make her jealous while they are drinking. She's drunk and jealous then she made her move, owning the reader in her room.

Jealous Girl

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Paring: Top!G!P!Yeji x Bttm!Reader

Genre: smut

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A/n: Requests are open

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In the bustling heart of Seoul, Yeji navigated the crowded streets with a quiet determination. Her brown hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, showcasing sharp, piercing eyes that could cut through the dense urban sprawl. Despite the sound of the city, Yeji remained unfazed, her gaze focused on the horizon where the neon lights danced with the setting sun. She was known for her unshakeable poise and talent, which earned her a place in the popular K-pop girl group, ITZY. But tonight, Yeji's thoughts weren't on the next chart-topping hit or the flash of paparazzi cameras. They were on someone else entirely—Y/n, her best friend and fellow idol from another group.

Yeji and Y/n had been inseparable since their early trainee days, sharing laughter, tears, and secrets that only the closest of friends could understand. They had seen each other at their best and their worst, through the glitz and glamour of the industry, and the darker moments that lurked behind the scenes. The bond between them was unbreakable, or so Yeji thought. But lately, Yeji had been harboring a secret that even she hadn't fully come to terms with—a fierce, all-consuming love for Y/n that she didn't know how to express. It was a love that made her heart race and her palms sweat every time they were close, a love that was as much a part of her as the beat of her favorite songs.

The air grew thick with anticipation as Yeji approached the sleek, modern building that housed ITZY's dorm. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nerves. Tonight, the plan was simple—a casual gathering with their closest friends to unwind and catch up. But Yeji had something else in mind. For too long, she had watched Y/n from the sidelines, her feelings a silent crescendo threatening to burst forth. Her bandmates had noticed the tension, the way Yeji's eyes would follow Y/n, the way she would light up when their hands brushed together. They had decided it was time for a little nudge in the right direction.

As Yeji entered the dorm, she found the others already there, chattering and laughing. The room was alive with the scent of freshly applied makeup and the sweetness of bubble tea. Chaeryeong, one of Yeji's members, winked at her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. They had all agreed to help Yeji tonight, to orchestrate a situation that would force the issue out into the open. The stage was set, the lights dimmed, and the music was playing just right—it was showtime.

Yeji took a deep breath and searched the room for Y/n. She found her lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone with a gentle smile playing on her lips. Yeji's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, the girl who had unwittingly become the muse for so many of her late-night thoughts. Tonight, she was going to lay her cards on the table and hope that Y/n felt the same way. But first, she needed a little liquid courage. Grabbing a bottle of soju from the counter, she poured herself a shot and knocked it back, the fiery liquid burning a path down her throat and into her belly. The room grew louder as the alcohol began to take effect, loosening the knots of anxiety that had been twisting inside her.

The game of spicy truth or dare began, a playful banter filling the air as the group took turns revealing their most intimate secrets and performing outrageous dares. Yeji watched as Y/n's cheeks flushed with every risque question, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She was so beautiful, so untouchable, and Yeji's desire grew with every shared glance. Chaeryeong, ever the mastermind, suggested a twist to the game—each truth would have to be more daring than the last, each dare more intimate. The room buzzed with excitement and the occasional squeal of embarrassment.

As the night progressed, the drinks flowed freely, and the atmosphere grew hotter. The tension between Yeji and Y/n was palpable, their friends' glances darting between them like a tennis match. Chaeryeong, noticing Yeji's growing frustration, decided it was time to up the ante. She leaned in close to Y/n, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle and blush. Then she turned to the group with a mischievous grin.

"Truth or dare, Chaeryeong?" Yuna, another one of Yeji's member's, asked, her voice teasing.

"Dare," Chaeryeong replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I dare you to kiss the person she thinks is the most attractive in the room," Yuna announced.

The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Chaeryeong. Chaeryeong's gaze searched the room, a playful smirk on her lips as she feigned indecision.Chaeryeong's eyes finally locked onto Y/n, and Yeji felt a jolt of jealousy shoot through her. She had to do something before it was too late. Chaeryeong sauntered over to Y/n, who looked surprised but not displeased. As their lips met, Yeji felt her heart drop to the floor, a cold, hard knot forming in her stomach.

The kiss was chaste, but the implication was clear—Chaeryeong had chosen Y/n to make Yeji jealous. And it was working. Yeji's hand tightened around her bottle of soju, the cool glass offering little comfort. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to make a move, or she would lose Y/n to the fog of oblivion forever.

With a newfound determination, Yeji stumbled over to the couch, her legs feeling like jelly. She plopped down next to Y/n, the cushions groaning under her weight. The room spun slightly, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the warmth of Y/n's body so close to hers. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she could feel the heat radiating from the other girl's skin.

"Hey," Yeji slurred, her voice thick with nerves and alcohol. "I've got something to tell you in private."

Y/n looked at her, the surprise in her eyes fading into concern. She took Yeji's hand and gently led her into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. The music and laughter grew muffled, leaving only the sound of their hearts beating in the quiet space. Yeji's eyes searched Y/n's face, looking for any clue that she had noticed the tension. But Y/n's expression remained open, her curiosity piqued but oblivious to the storm raging within Yeji.

"What's up?" Y/n asked, her voice soft and soothing. Yeji pinned her behind the door, the room spinning a little more than she'd anticipated. She looked into Y/n's eyes, searching for the words that had been trapped in her heart for so long. But the alcohol had other plans. Instead of a confession, she leaned in, capturing Y/n's mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss.

Y/n stiffened for a moment, shocked by the sudden turn of events. But Yeji's urgency was infectious, and she felt her own body responding, her heart racing and her breath hitching. Yeji's hands roamed over her body, clumsy but earnest, and Y/n found herself kissing back, curiosity giving way to passion. They stumbled towards the bed, the haze of their intoxication mixing with the electricity that had always hummed between them.

Their kisses grew deeper, Yeji's tongue exploring the softness of Y/n's mouth as her hands found the hem of her shirt. She tugged it up, her eyes dark with desire as she revealed Y/n's smooth, bare stomach. Yeji's own shirt was already gone, discarded in the heat of the moment. Their bare skin touched, sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Y/n's mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift in their friendship. But the warmth of Yeji's touch and the way she was looking at her made it impossible to resist.

Yeji's hand slid down to the waistband of Y/n's pants, and she paused, her breath hot against Y/n's neck. "Is this okay?" she murmured, her voice thick with need. Y/n nodded, her pulse pounding in her ears. She had never felt this way before, but she didn't want it to stop. Yeji's fingers deftly unbuttoned the pants, sliding them down to reveal Y/n's panties. The sight of her best friend's bare skin made Yeji's head spin, but she was too far gone to care.

They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and fabric. Yeji's hand slipped under the fabric of Y/n's underwear, her fingertips grazing the soft mound of her sex. Y/n gasped, her body responding to the unfamiliar sensation. Yeji's eyes widened, and she whispered an apology, but Y/n's hand shot out to cover hers, urging her to continue. The room was a whirlwind of sensation—the coolness of the sheets, the heat of their bodies, the scent of sweet perfume mingling with the faint tang of sweat.

Y/n's breath grew shallow as Yeji's touch grew bolder. Yeji's thumb circled her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her core. She had never been touched like this before, never felt this way with anyone, not even herself. Yeji's kisses grew more insistent, her other hand cupping Y/n's breast, her thumb flicking the hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Y/n arched into the touch, her body begging for more.

But Yeji had a surprise in store for Y/n. As she slid her hand away from Y/n's panties, she whispered, "I need you to sit pretty." She reached down and unbuckled her own pants, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. She pushed them down, revealing a fully erect penis that stood proudly between her legs.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock, but the surprise was quickly replaced with curiosity and arousal. She had never seen anything like it before, but it was Yeji, and she trusted her implicitly. Y/n bit her lip, watching as Yeji stroked her length, the veins pulsing under her touch. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the occasional giggle as Yeji's drunkenness made her movements slightly awkward.

Yeji leaned back, her eyes never leaving Y/n's face as she pulled down her boxers, revealing her true self. The sight of her best friend's cock made Y/n's head spin, but she found herself leaning closer, her body drawn to it like a magnet. Yeji positioned herself between Y/n's legs, her cock nudging against the wetness of her pussy. Y/n felt a thrill run through her, a mix of excitement and fear as she realized what was about to happen.

"You're so beautiful," Yeji murmured, her voice thick with lust. She kissed Y/n again, deep and slow, as she lined herself up. With one hand, she guided her cock to Y/n's entrance, the tip brushing against the slick folds. Y/n's breath hitched as Yeji pushed in, the sensation foreign but not unwelcome. Yeji's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of pain or discomfort. But all she saw was want.

Yeji's movements were gentle at first, her hips rocking slowly as she pushed deeper into Y/n's tight embrace. Y/n's nails dug into the bed, her body adjusting to the new sensation. Yeji's cock filled her up in a way she hadn't anticipated. The initial shock gave way to pleasure, and she found herself moaning into Yeji's mouth, her body moving in time with hers.

Yeji took her time, savoring every moment of their union. She had dreamed of this for so long, and now it was happening. She felt Y/n's walls tighten around her, the wetness of her pussy making it easier to slide in and out. The sounds of their bodies slapping together were muffled by the kisses they shared, the room spinning with desire and the scent of their arousal. Yeji's hand found its way to Y/n's clit again, her thumb rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles as she picked up the pace.

"Your'e mine okay? No one else's," Yeji growled possessively, her movements becoming more urgent as she claimed Y/n with every thrust.

"M' yours Ye-ah~ji, always," Y/n moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as Yeji's thumb worked its magic. Yeji's grip on her hip tightened, her strokes growing faster and deeper. Y/n's body responded in kind, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her moans growing louder. The room was a symphony of their passion, the only music the slap of skin and the wet, needy sounds of their lovemaking.

Yeji felt a pressure building within her, a coil of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She didn't know if it was the alcohol or the sheer intensity of the moment, but she had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. She broke the kiss, panting heavily as she watched Y/n's face contort in ecstasy. The sight was too much, and she felt herself on the brink of release.

"I'm gonna come," Yeji warned, her voice hoarse. "Gonna take all my cum, like a good girl."

Y/n nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. Yeji could see the desire in them, the want, the need. It was all she needed to let go. With a final, powerful thrust, Yeji came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Y/n squirted around her, her body pulsing in rhythm with Yeji's release. The two of them lay there, panting and trembling, their hearts racing in unison.

Yeji pulled out, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she watched the evidence of their love spill out of Y/n. She collapsed beside her, both of them sweaty and disheveled. They lay in silence for a moment, the only sound their ragged breaths. Then, Y/n spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeji… that was amazing" Y/n said, still trying to catch her. breath. Her voice was filled with wonder and a hint of disbelief at the intense intimacy they had just shared. Yeji rolled onto her side, her hand tracing lazy patterns on Y/n's stomach. She felt a warmth spread through her, a warmth that was not just from the alcohol.

"You liked it?" Yeji asked, her voice tinged with hope and insecurity. Y/n nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the exertion. She reached out to cup Yeji's face, pulling her in for a gentle kiss. "I liked it a lot," she murmured, her eyes shining sincerely.

Double The Trouble

Paring: Angel!Yongbok x Bottom!Male reader x Devil!Felix

Genre: smut

Summary: The Angel and Devil on your shoulders decide to show you what's the best option for spending your night.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I've wanted to write this fic for a while, but it took me ages to find the picture of the two Felixes.

As M/n stood in front of his bed, lost in thought about whether he should jerk off or use one of his toys, he suddenly felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if two opposing forces were now somehow present on his bed, just a few feet away. Curious, he glanced over and saw two figures lying side by side on his bed. One was a blonde-haired man with a soft, gentle expression; the other was a dark-haired man with a more intense, brooding demeanor. The blonde-haired man, named Yongbok, seemed to be trying to stop the dark-haired man, Felix, from doing something. But Felix, with his piercing eyes and confident grin, appeared to be having none of it. "Use us," Felix purred, gesturing towards himself and his twin brother. "You know you want to."

With a shiver of anticipation, M/n climbed onto the bed and straddled the twin brothers. He reached out, gripping their T-shirts in his fists as he lowered his weight onto their chests. Their muscles flexed beneath his skin, and he could feel the heat emanating from their bodies. "Felix, please," Yongbok whimpered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of M/n's heart. "Let him decide for himself."

But Felix's only response was a wicked grin as he raised his hips, pressing his erection against M/n's entrance. "Oh, he's decided, brother," Felix growled, his voice low and threatening. "He's decided that he wants us both." And with that, he thrust his hips forward, pushing himself deep inside of M/n.

M/n cried out, arching his back as the thick length of Felix's cock stretched him, filling him completely. He gripped the bed sheets tightly, feeling the pain and pleasure mingle into something primal and overwhelming. Yongbok watched helplessly from the side, his own erection straining against his pants.

Felix began to thrust roughly, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he pumped his cock in and out of him. M/n cried out, the sensation too much to bear as he felt himself begin to lose control. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the need to release the tension and pleasure that Felix was creating.

Yongbok, watching from the side, felt a mixture of envy and longing as he watched his brother take control of M/n. He wanted to be the one to make him feel that way, to claim him and show him the pleasure that only an angel could bring. But for now, he could only watch as Felix continued to take M/n to the brink of ecstasy.

Felix's thrusts grew wilder, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he drove deeper and faster. M/n's cries of pleasure were intermingled with gasps of air as he struggled to keep up with the intense sensations coursing through his body. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down his spine, pooling between their bodies.

Yongbok, watching from the side, could no longer contain himself. He reached out, gently grasping M/n's cock and beginning to stroke it in time with Felix's thrusts. The sensation of having two of his favorite people touching him at once was overwhelming, and he felt himself growing closer to the edge.

Felix, sensing Yongbok's touch, growled low in his throat, "You're just jealous, brother." He thrust deeper, forcing M/n to moan in pleasure as he felt both their hands moving on him. "But I'll share." He thrust harder, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he pumped his cock in and out of him.

M/n, overwhelmed by the sensations, arched his back and cried out, "Yes, please!" His body tensed, and he felt the familiar tightening in his gut as he neared his release. He gripped the sheets tighter, his nails digging into the fabric as he tried to hold on.

Felix, sensing the impending climax, picked up the pace even more, his thrusts becoming frantic and unrelenting. He growled, "That's it, my pretty boy. Let it all out." His hips slammed against M/n's ass, his cock filling M/n to the brink.

Yongbok, feeling the tension building in M/n's body, increased the pace of his strokes, his fingers moving faster and firmer against M/n's skin. He leaned in, pressing their lips together as he thrust his tongue into M/n's mouth, tasting the sweetness of their shared desire.

M/n, overwhelmed by the sensations, arched his back further, his hips bucking against Felix's thrusts. He moaned into Yongbok's kiss, feeling the pressure building inside him, the need to release the tension and pleasure that Felix and Yongbok had created.

Felix's grip on M/n's hips tightened, his thrusts growing even wilder as he felt M/n's body tensing beneath him. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of desire and need. Yongbok's fingers moved faster on M/n's cock, his touch rough and demanding as he stroked him in time with Felix's thrusts.

M/n felt himself on the brink of release, his whole body trembling with anticipation. He moaned into Yongbok's kiss, his hips bucking against Felix's relentless thrusts. His vision blurred as the sensations built up inside him, and he felt the first wave of release wash over him. He cried out, arching his back as he came, his seed spilling onto the bed sheets and his own hand.

Felix, sensing the change in M/n's body, thrust harder, his hips slamming against M/n's ass as he felt the tightening around his cock. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, and came as well, his hot seed spilling inside M/n as he laid down on the bed underneath him.

Yongbok, still hard from watching Felix fuck M/n, crawled up on the bed and pick M/n up from his brother's lap, and positioned himself between M/n's spread legs. He lined his cock up with M/n's opening, the head teasing the puckered hole as he looked down at M/n's face. "F-fuck, yer still s' t-tight, dammit!" he murmured, before thrusting forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

M/n cried out, arching his back as Yongbok filled him once again. The sensation of being so full was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He reached down between his legs, still coated in their cum, and rubbed it over his swollen cock. He moaned, feeling the tingle of arousal return as he stroked himself.

As Yongbok's pace increased, so did the wetness between M/n's legs. He reached down, his fingers coated in their combined juices, and massaged his swollen cock. The feeling was exquisite, and he could feel himself growing closer to the edge.

Felix, who had rolled onto his side to watch them, propped himself up on one elbow. He smiled, admiring the sight of Yongbok thrusting into M/n. "You look so fucking good like that M/n," he murmured.

M/n moaned, the sound filling the room as he felt Yongbok's thrusts growing deeper and faster. He arched his back, pressing his hips up to meet each thrust. The sensation of being so full of cum and cock was overwhelmingly pleasurable. He reached down between his legs, still coated in their combined juices, and stroked his swollen cock.

As he neared the edge, he glanced over at Felix, who was watching them intently. Seeing the desire in his eyes, he felt a surge of power and need. He reached out, hooking his leg around Yongbok's waist, and drew him closer. "Fuck me harder," he gasped, feeling the pressure building inside him.

Yongbok obeyed, thrusting deeper and faster, his hips slapping against M/n's ass as he pounded into him. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a primal symphony of desire and need. M/n's fingers dug into the sheets, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he felt himself on the brink of release. He could feel Felix's gaze burning into him, and it only served to fuel the fire within.

As Yongbok continued to thrust, M/n arched his back, his body tense and ready to explode. With a guttural cry, he came, his hot cum spurting onto the sheets beneath him. His vision blurred, his entire being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. He felt Yongbok's cock twitch inside him, and then he was coming as well, filling M/n's ass with his seed.

Their bodies still joined, they collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Felix crawled up beside them, his eyes shining with satisfaction as he ran his hand over M/n's sweat-slickened skin. "You were so fucking hot like that, M/n," he murmured, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Yongbok propped himself up on one elbow to look down at M/n. "You're incredible," he breathed, tracing a finger along the other man's jawline. "I can't get enough of you." He leaned in, their lips brushing together in a chaste kiss.