5 Weeks (m)

5 weeks。 (m)

pairing: idol!jung wooyoung x fem-stylist!reader genre: idol universe, strangers to lovers, colleagues to lovers, smut (age gap, unspecified range, reader is older) word count: 12.3k summary: in which freelancing stylist gigs puts you between a rock and a hard place.

the rock being “never slept with a client before and not looking to start now,” and the hard place being a younger than you and much too daring for his own good, jung wooyoung.

a/n: a gift for a friend. you’re welcome and fly high, S ♡ also i wrote half of this with post 2nd vaccine dose brain fog so erm we moved.

→ smut warnings under the cut

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warnings: unprotected sex(i literally write nothing else unless asked otherwise), feral chan, oral(f receiving), breeding kink cuz im gross, slight impreg kink for the same reason, overstimulation, mind breaking (kinda mutal), slapping(once and chan receives it), desperate overall kinda sex, squirting, mention of the title daddy once, few pet names, lots of filth pretty much, reader refers to him as ‘chris’ in speech

summary: schedule has been crazy and chan hasn’t been able to see you as much as he’d like to. it’s starting to get to him. all that changes when he decides to leave practice early and finds you in the dorm parading around in just his t-shirt.

chan x female reader

word count: 6.3k (i got carried away)

Chan was exhausted. For more reasons than one. Schedules were rolling into one another with no real sign of stopping. Practices seemed to last longer than usual, dragging to a point where he could feel every second ticking by. His internal thought was wracked with melodies, lyrics, and rhythms bouncing off the walls of his skull leaving him with no semblance of peace. To complete the myriad of his stress masterpiece, he was missing you. 

It was nearing three weeks of minimal contact with you and he was beginning to feel guilty in addition to everything else he was feeling. Every moment he had a chance to glance at his phone, it would be ripped from him just as quickly—the text that he was typing dying at his fingertips. 

You understood what you were agreeing to when you decided to not only let Chan into your life but to let him in as your partner. You didn’t mind these long stretches of time where you didn’t get to see him. In fact, you almost preferred it. Allowing you to really indulge in the time you got to spend with him with nary an interruption. No matter how many times you reminded him of this, it still ate away at his emotions. Making him feel like this was yet another area in his life where he felt his promises were not being fulfilled, ultimately making him feel less than.

You had flown out to Seoul in an attempt to surprise him and hopefully pick up his spirits, but with all the craziness of upcoming schedules you, unfortunately, came at a time where you didn’t get to see him as often as you thought. You understood though. Not holding it against him. Chan also more than appreciated being able to nestle up to your body when he finally trucked into the dorms early in the morning finding it easier to sleep with you near him. He felt an unspoken comfort with you around that he needed more than he realized.

With a five hour dance practice finally wrapping up, Chan moved in silence. Grabbing his belongings he came to the conclusion that he needed a bit of a break. A moment to decompress from everything. Letting out a sigh he turned back around to the boys informing them of his next moves.

“So…I was going to go to the studio after we were finished here, but I think I need a break honestly. It’s all a little bit too much right now.”

Everyone went a bit silent, feeling the tense energy radiating off of him. Felix took the opportunity to offer a hand recognizing that Chan was in a funk, in a feeble attempt to ask if he was okay.

“You sure you’re good, man? Like you don’t need anything from us?”

Not wanting to pry too much knowing how his emotions could fire up from nowhere, he was trying his best to keep it open ended.

“Yeah. I just prolly need to sleep or something.”

“Okay. If anything we’re here for you. And I’m sure Y/N will be more than willing to help you with anything you need.”

He knew Felix meant well, but it just struck a nerve in him that ultimately made him feel worse. Feeling like even when he was supposed to enjoy spending time with you, you were always snubbed to “taking care” of him when it should’ve been the other way around. Sighing, Chan closed his eyes and nodded.

“Yeah–alright, I’ll see you guys back at the dorm later.”

With quiet goodbyes, Chan left the practice room and walked towards the exit of the JYP building where someone would be waiting to take the boys home when needed. No questions were asked as he looked at the driver silently signaling that he was in need of being taken back to the dorms. The ride back was even more silent. Every self deprecating and stressful thought ran through his mind like a traumatic PowerPoint stuck on a loop. The buildings passing by were just distant figures in his vision no matter how close they actually were.

The car finally came to a stop and Chan lowly thanked the driver before getting out of the car and walking towards the entrance of the dorms. He didn’t realize he took the stairs until he was already halfway up to the floor he was supposed to be on. Laughing through his nose he shook his head.

“I can’t even pay attention to where I’m going, my gosh.”

Reaching the floor he was supposed to be on, he opened the door and walked down the hallway to the dorm. Approaching the front door, he could hear music playing inside and a small smile designed his face, wondering what it was you were doing on the other side. Opening the door, he entered and kicked his shoes off immediately. The confines of his shoes adding to his irritation unknowingly. He dropped his bag at the front door as well, not wanting to be bothered with dragging it to his bedroom.

Turning the corner he was acquainted with you in your own little world dancing to the music playing from a speaker that was perched on the island of the kitchen. His smile slowly faded into something a little more lustful when your figure moved from behind the island, showing that you were wearing nothing but one of his shirts and some underwear. He walked up to you and slipped his hands around your torso, his hands connecting over your tummy.

It startled you, to say the least, but only for a quick second before you settled into his touch recognizing it was him.

“Chris! You scared the shit outta me. What are you doing home so early? Where are the rest of the boys?”

Chan just hummed not answering you right away, swaying you against him. You rested your hands on top of his and tried to turn your head to see him resting his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t get the look at him that you wanted, so you tried to move to turn around and look at him, but Chan just held your body tighter and closer to him. 

“Don’t move, I’ll tell you in a second.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling concerned with how his mannerisms were. Before if you could ask if he was okay he inhaled to speak.

“Just…really tired. Schedules and all that and I also kinda feel like a bad boyfriend.”

Hearing that, you just couldn’t stay in the position he was trying so desperately to keep you in. You turned around and cupped his face to bring it up to face your own. As quickly as you turned around, he dropped his head not ready to face you. You moved your head to look at him but he was refusing.

“Chris…where’s all this coming from? How are you being a bad boyfriend?”

He sighed, taking another long silence before he spoke.

“Ch-”

“-I’m never around. And, you came to see me and you can’t see me because I’m literally never here. And when you do see me I feel like, you feel like you just have to take care of me and I can’t help but feel like an ass for that.”

“Chris, c’mon. You know I’d never feel that way.”

“See! Like that. I know what you're gonna say next and it just doesn’t make it any better because I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

Dropping your hands you dropped your head as well, having a hunch where you could tell where this was going.

“Chris, I knew what I was getting into from jump when I said yes to being yours. And it’s my fault for not telling you I was gonna come out here. You had so much going on that you didn’t mention it and that’s okay! I’m not upset about any of that let alone upset with you. Stop beating yourself up.”

He stepped away, running his hand through his hair.

“You’re missing the point.”

You furrowed your brow and grabbed your phone off the counter to lower the volume of the music. 

“What point am I missing exactly?”

“That you deserve better than me and I need to do better and you-”

“-Hold on, stop right there because you’re already off track.”

“No! You’re not hearing me Y/N.”

The last thing you expected was for him to get loud. You knew Chan didn’t regulate his emotions as he should, but you didn’t think he would take them out on you. You pressed your lips together and slowly it formed into a frown. You knew he didn’t mean it but nonetheless, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Chan was standing with his hand over his eyes, seemingly even more stressed than when he came in and you couldn’t help but feel guilty. 

“I’m gonna just, give you a moment and let this kinda settle because I know how you can get.”

You turned to walk out of the kitchen and began to walk towards his bedroom to wait for him. But before you could even make it out of the kitchen, Chan’s hand wrapped around your wrist, halting you in your tracks. His breath was heavy like he was trying to calm a panic attack and his eyes were blown.

“Don’t. Don’t walk away right now. Please.”

“Chris, the last thing I want right now is to add to your stress so I think it’s-”

“Y/N!, No it’s not what’s best right now! I need you and you’re trying to walk away from me. What aren’t you getting from that.”

Now you were looking at him as if he was mad. You had never seen him act out in such a way and especially with you. It left you confused and moreover concerned for him. But now you were on track with getting annoyed. He was leaving you with little explanation expecting you to just understand verbatim what he needed without telling you. Any time you tried to speak he cut you off and was actively creating more conflict. 

“Chris. I don’t want us to do this right now.”

You tried to step away again but your body ended up pressed against the counter. Chan’s body pressed so closely into yours it was almost like he was trying to become one with you. His brows furrowed and he dropped his head again, his breathing picking up once more.

“I. Need. You.”

You were unsure of where to step. He was unhinging himself by the second. Leaving you stuck in a hard place on what to do next. He was getting closer to you, pushing himself closer.

“Chris, I don’t know what you need from me unless you tell–why are you hard right now?”

He was almost grinding into you now. His head dipped into your neck again except now there was a different feeling attached to it. He dragged his nose up your neck landing underneath your ear. Biting lightly at your earlobe, his hands moved to your hips gripping at your flesh trying to bring you even closer.

“You smell so good, baby.”

Your breathing began to quicken in response to this change of behavior. Your body reacting a lot more quickly than your brain would allow you to comprehend.

“Wearing just my shirt, what if it wasn’t me that came home early, huh?”

Chan backed up so he could stare at you, trying to read just your expression.

“I-I, you guys have normally been home really late so I just didn’t expect anyone to be here.”

“You just wanna show yourself off to them?”

“Nono not at all I just-”

Before you had the chance to explain your case, Chan’s large hands trailed down to your ass, squeezing at the fat. A small moan choked out of you surprised at the action.

“You don’t understand how much I need you, do you?”

Panting, anticipation running through your veins, you looked up into his eyes.

“Why don’t you show me?”

Any control he had left in him, completely dissipated in just five words. Everything that was too hard for him to verbalize no longer had the capacity to stress him out. Your consent finding the perfect way to let him express himself without something to dwell on. His mouth landed on yours, a certain kind of anguish running through the kiss. His hands were all over you. Trying to grab at every inch he could.

You kissed him back with equal intensity. The irritation you previously felt was soon gone as he stopped trying to haphazardly explain his needs to you. He lifted you up onto the counter, placing himself between your legs. Rolling his hips into yours, you could feel his need attempting to break through the cotton of his shorts which sent a heartbeat straight to your core. You could feel him smirk against you as he felt you clench against him, your underwear providing you with little decency to hide. 

“Oh, seems like somebody is a little needy too.”

“Chris, I…”

You didn’t know what came over you but you felt that what you were about to offer would solve what he was feeling at such an overwhelming capacity. You rolled your hips against him, desperate for some type of friction. Looking at him you made sure that he could see the sincerity in your eyes. 

“Use me. Whatever it is that you’re feeling right now, take it out on me. We’ll talk about it later.”

Chan pulled away from you and the Chan you’d become accustomed to made a quick visit, searching your eyes for any hesitation. When he couldn’t find any he spoke wanting every form of confirmation.

“Are you sure? Once I let go I don’t think I can hold back.”

You nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than to have him ruin you in whatever way he was imagining. 

“I can take it.”

Verifying your words, Chan picked you up and carried you to his room. Laying you on his bed he hovered over you gazing down at your body. 

“You have, no idea what you do to me, do you?”

Licking your lips you found his eyes

“I’m sure you can show me better than you can tell me, baby.”

His sexual appetite was ravenous and it was more than he could handle. Chan felt as if he was gonna bust at his seams and staring at your body in his shirt made him feel all the more manic. He moved his body down toward the foot of the bed and stared up at you from the apex of your legs. Your scent dripping through the fabric of your underwear. 

“Look at you. Already soaking through your panties for me.”

You whined out, slightly embarrassed by his observation. He had barely done anything and yet everything he did made you feel so enticed and bound to him. 

He brought his hands up to the lining of your underwear and slowly dragged them down your legs, letting them hit the floor. He kissed up your legs ending his travels at the fat of your thighs. Sucking small hickies into your tender skin. 

You moaned out, the sensation of the hickey in that area making you clench a little tighter than you had before. Chan chuckled and noticed the way your body was already beginning to squirm under his touch. Bringing his face closer to your heat, he finally licked a fat stripe up your lips. Your walls clenching uncontrollably at the wanted touch. 

Chan moved his tongue in a way that had you on the brink of orgasm faster than you ever had before. He bounced back between sucking lightly on your clit and circling his tongue around it to break up the intensity. He could tell by the way your breathing changed that you were approaching your climax. Wanting to see you fall apart underneath him, he brought his hand up to tease at your entrance. Prodding just the tip of his fingers inside. 

Your hand made way to his curls. Scrunching at his hair in an attempt to ground yourself from your impending euphoria. He moaned against your pussy, the extra stimulation causing you to clench around nothing yet again. Chan’s fingers finally found their way inside your soaking hole and a loud moan escaped your throat. Unable to control the reaction of how it felt.

Chan moved his fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing at that special little spongy spot inside of you. 

“C’mon baby, cum for me. I can feel you’re almost there.”

His fingers began moving a little faster to be in tandem with his tongue. The double stimulation had you soaring over your inhibitions and you came around his fingers. Squeezing around him uncontrollably. It felt so undeniably good. It had been so long since you two had a moment to have this and he was relishing in it. 

Watching you fall apart in front of him, he wanted nothing more than to see it again. On the come down of your high, his tongue began moving around your clit again. 

“Shit, shit, Chris!” 

He lapped at your arousal, your juices coating his chin. 

“C’mon Y/N, baby. One more. For me?” 

Your back arched from the bed, his tongue sending you tunneling into your pleasure. 

“Fuck, Chris, I’m cumming! 

All he did was moan into you, the vibrations sending you into your second orgasm. The overstimulation hitting you a little harder than usual. When Chan lifted his head up, you watched a bead of wetness fall from his chin. 

“I’m going to make you do that, every fuckin time now. So fuckin sexy.”

You were almost too fucked out to comprehend what he was talking about until you felt a coolness stick to your inner thigh. Your eyes widened in horror. Coming to terms that you just squirted on his face. Panting, you finally found the breath to say something.  

“Holy shit. I did not just do that.” 

“Sure did. Kinda wanna see if I can make you do it again.”

Chan smiled as he dragged his finger up your folds, causing your body to jolt at the stimulation of his finger running across your clit. Your body was covered in goosebumps.  Anticipating his next move. Trying to sit up, you wanted to return the favor, but Chan bound your wrists in his hands pinning you back down to the bed. 

“Nuh uh babygirl. As much as I wanna watch your lips wrap around my cock, I won’t make it.” 

Chan crawled back up to you so you could be face to face with him. 

“And as much as I love you in my clothes…I wanna see all of you while I make you mine. Over and over again. 

His hands pawed up your body and removed you from his shirt. His head came down to leave a trail of kisses starting from your stomach and ending their journey at your nipples. Sucking at your supple flesh, he kneaded your other breast in his hand. You moaned out, back arching slightly as you rubbed your head into the pillow beneath you. You felt so small beneath him. His energy was massive and brooding. He was domineering but still, when you looked into his eyes you could see the softness swirling somewhere beneath it all. 

Your hands found their way back into his hair, gripping at his locks as you rolled your hips up into his painfully hard cock. With each roll, you could feel his cock twitching behind the cotton of his pants. 

“Take it off, baby. For me.”

Your hand trailed down to his pants rubbing over the fabric to play with his cock. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he wiggled out of his pants and threw his shirt somewhere in the room. His hands roamed up your sides again, making you feel smaller than you were. He was eating you alive with just his eyes. Devouring you in every way fathomable before even thinking of entering you. 

He kissed you, with a yearning you hadn’t felt from him before. It was rough yet gentle. Giving and taking all in the same breath. He was grabbing at you like he couldn’t get close enough to you. His hands traveled down to your hips and lifted your lower body up just a bit before worming his way in between your legs.

You moved your hand to stroke his cock earning a loud groan to expel from his throat. He hissed as you played with the head, thumbing over his painfully sensitive slit. Taking his hand to wrap around your wrist, he brought your hands up to your head pinning you to the bed again. He took the tip of his cock and rubbed it back and forth between your folds, teasing you. He wanted you to whine out for him. So he could hear that you needed him just as much as he needed you. 

“Chris, please. Don’t tease me like this.” 

He halted his movements, a smirk spreading across his face.

“I thought you said I could do whatever I wanted. Use you, is how I think you put it.”

An airy laugh left him as you whined out against him, trying to get a tiny moment of friction just to satisfy the ache you were feeling. 

“Use me then, don’t tease me. I need you. I need you inside of me. Want you to ruin me.”

Your voice trailed into something softer as you began to hear yourself and felt a little flustered from it all. You were so desperate for him and he didn’t even have to ask. You were feeding his current ego sending even more blood rushing to his cock. 

“Didn’t even have to ask you to beg. You need me that bad?”

“Yes! Yes, I need you that bad. Please, please stop teasing me and just fuck me already.”

He chuckled. Almost sinister.

“You want me to fuck you, yeah?”

Pushing his tip into your entrance, your breathing picked up and squeezed around him. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna squeeze me out clenching that hard.”

“Please, Chris. It’s been so long.”

Your eyes were pleading. Your body was suddenly hyper aware of how long it had been since you two had been intimate with each other. Your neediness was becoming unbearable. You needed him and he was having too much fun making you squirm. You tried to push yourself onto him further, which prompted Chan to grab your hips and keep you still. 

“Don’t even try it.”

Before you got the chance to respond, Chan sheathed himself fully inside you. The thickness of his cock filling you up deliciously. It had been so long since he was inside you, it feel like he got bigger. His cock was so hard and was filling you up so well. 

“Fuck, you feel so much bigger, baby. Fill me up so well.”

Chan’s head dropped into your neck, rolling his cock in and out of you agonizingly slow. You could feel each ridge of his dick and his groans were so close to your ear that your body just shivered and clenched around me. 

“Chris, fuck. Please move faster. I can’t take this.”

His eyes blew wide as he looked down at you. An animalistic gaze glossing over his pupils. His breath, heavy and his hands squeezing at your body. 

“Want me to move faster, huh? Want me to fuck you dumb is that what you want?”

“Fuck, yes! Please. Please use me however you want fuck. I just need you to m~ah!

Thus began the beating of your precious little cunt at his mercy. He was drilling into you and he brought his hands under your lower back angling your body to hit every spot possible. His pace was erratic and his skin was beginning to become sticky. His tip barreling at your cervix with each thrust, your back was arched so far away from the bed.

Moans were in tandem with each other, being the only real communication now. Bring your body to become friendly with the bed beneath you again, your hands planted themselves into Chan’s back dragging down his skin, needed something to cling on to keep you grounded. 

It felt so good and with the inconsistency of his thrusts, you could tell he was getting close. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Cum with me. I need you to cum with me.” 

You squeezed around him, his words bringing you closer to your peak than you thought.

“'m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make you mine~fuck!”

He picked up the speed and within a blink, you felt his warm seed spread inside of you. You convulsed around him, the feeling of his cum inside of you sending you over your edge. 

“Fuckin shit Y/N. Fuck that felt so good.”

He was panting and so were you, but you needed more. You brought yourself up to your elbows and then moved yourself up enough to be able to turn the both of you over so that you were on top now. His eyes became a little wide, trying to understand what it was you were doing. 

“Y/N, baby you gotta give me a little bit o-”

You cut him off as you sank down on his cock, beginning to overstimulate him.

“I need more of you, Chris. I need so much of you, fuck!”

 You rode him like you never had before. You were beyond desperate, chasing your fourth release of the night. His cock was hitting all new angles and made you feel even more full than you did moments prior. You were overstimulating him and his moans were doing nothing but stirring you on. As you bounced on him, the mixture of both of your arousals was dripping down his cock and pooling near his pelvis. 

His moans were getting louder and louder, letting you know that he was getting close. For a moment you felt the power roles shift. And for just that moment you wanted to relish in it. Running your hand down his chest, you ran over his nipple before bringing your hand up to rest on his collarbone deciding your next move. 

“Aww, look at you being taken care of. Bet you like this don’t you?”

Chan looked up and groaned at you, not really indulging in what you were saying as the mind fucked atmosphere shared between the two of you was beginning to cloud his mind. You don’t know where it came from, but as quick as the idea came, it went. You brought your hand back into the air, only to have it land across his cheek the sound sending shock waves to your previous confidence. 

“I asked you a question.”

Chan smiled with his tongue in his cheek, amused by your little number. 

“You think you’re cute don’t you?”

Submissive nature found its way back into you, the demeanor Chan was radiating sent you back to its familiar nature. 

“I asked you a question Y/N…what’s the matter?” You panicked internally, knowing you just fucked up royally and that you were about to get your ass handed to you. His hands grabbed at the fat of your thighs, crippling any dominance that was lingering in you. His eyes were near black, his pupils dilated so far that the color of his iris was something only your memory could provide. 

“You’re brave, I’ll give you that. And I won’t lie, I liked it. But I think you need a bit of a reminder of who’s in charge.”

 In an instant, Chan had taken your body and flipped you on your hands and knees. He was rougher than he had been all night. Carnality his only motive. He grabbed your hips again to position you how he wanted. He was stalking behind you and every breath he took landed back on your neck, sending shivers down your skin. Impatient and anxious of what he was planning next. 

His large hand trailed down your back until he laced it in your hair gripping at the root to control your body to his liking. You moved with him, finding yourself being pressed against his chest. Chan rested his chin on your shoulder and nibbled at your earlobe, the sensation causing you to push back into him and feel his cock standing on edge again. 

“I’m going to fuck you now in a way that will ruin you for anybody else. Understand?”

Not putting any faith in your voice, you nodded as best you could with Chan’s grip on your hair.

“Y/N…words.”

“Yes, yes I understand.”

You pushed your hips down again trying to feel something. Surprisingly Chan reciprocated, thrusting his cock between your thighs, slightly grazing in between your folds. You whined out needing him to be inside of you again.

“Chris, please fuck me.”

“Okay princess, but only because you said please.”

His tone was condescending and it sent a new kind of excitement rushing to your core. Chan let go of his tight grip on your hair and let you fall forward back onto the bed. He lined himself up with your entrance not wasting any time with teasing which you were silently thanking him for.

He always filled you up so nicely. No matter how many times you had him, the feeling of him sliding in and bottoming out always felt as good as the first time. You were too gone to care about how you sounded, your moans overpowering his as he fully slipped himself into you. 

The pace he was setting was unrelenting and feral. Pounding himself so that your cunt would mold perfectly to the shape of him. His hand found itself in your hair again but instead of pulling you up he was smushing your face into the sheets beneath you. 

“Who’s pussy is this, huh?”

You whimpered and squeezed around him, not prepared for him to start talking. Displeased with your silence he asked again, punctuating each word with a thrust that was harder than the last. 

“Answer. Me. Who’s. Pussy. Is. This?”

You screamed out, the stimulation becoming almost too much. 

“Fuck! It’s yours! It’s your pussy, Chris.”

Tears were beginning to well in your eyes and fall across your nose, melting into the bed sheets. Without warning, Chan pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back. The lack of his cock inside of you pulled whines out of you. Your tears fell a little more rapidly as you were so close to another orgasm and it was just stolen from you. Chan moved the hair from your face and stared down at you. He reentered you and your back arched, any stimulation bring you so close to your edge. An arrogant smile decorated his mouth as he saw your tear stains and wet lashes. 

“Aww, is it too much for your little pussy, baby? Need me to stop?”

“Nonono. N-need your c-cock. Please, daddy. Please.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me”

A rigid pace attacked your flowery cunt, overstimulating you immediately. Chan’s thumb found your delicate clit and started to rub soft circles. You moaned out loudly, your throat feeling hoarse from all the damage you were inflicting on it. You grabbed at the sheets, Chan’s back, anything you could to keep you on the bed. It was too much. It felt too good. 

“Look at my pretty baby. Can’t even take all of me anymore. Crying all over my cock. Gonna cum soon baby?”

You nodded and whimpered out a small yes trying to focus on every sensation that was ripping through you at this moment.

“Where do you want me, baby?”

You opened your eyes, staring at him showing how desperate you really were.

“I-inside. Inside me.”

Chan groaned out and picked up the pace of his thrusts. The thought of him cumming inside of you always bringing him right to the precipice of ecstasy. 

“Yeah, want me to fill you up till you can’t take any more of me? Till I’m spilling out of you.”

You clenched around him so hard you were almost pushing him out of you. His words amplified everything you were feeling.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

Chan was beginning to feel the mind fog of sex again and he was saying anything that came to mind. Unlocking doors for you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Want me to fill you up and make you a fuckin mommy, huh?”

Your eyes blew wide before they rolled back immersing you completely in the pleasure you were feeling. 

“Chris, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum again! Fill me up again. Wanna feel all of you~ah!”

“Fuck Y/N. Take it. Take it all.”

Chan’s hand came up to your throat pressing on the pressure points just enough to bring you to the brink of your arousal. With one more roll of his thumb, you were squeezing and gushing around him. 

“Fucking shit! Chris!”

His name became a mantra. Something that reminded you that this was real and not a dream. You were really being demolished like this by him. Both of your moans echoed off the walls of his bedroom, making a cacophony of sounds for anyone on the outside to catch. Chan’s thrusts almost transformed into scoops as he blew his seed inside your velvet walls one last time. Making sure that none of it had the chance to escape.

With nothing but heavy breathing and sweat being shared between you two, Chan’s body collapsed onto yours, his head nestling into your neck. Finding the strength to get off of you, he pulled out of you as well. Looking down at your swollen pussy, his cum was leaking out a bit, to which he took two of his fingers to push it back inside of you.

Your body jerked. Completely overstimulated. You shuddered and squeezed around his fingers before he took them out completely.

“Sorry.”

An airy chuckle followed his words as he laid down next to you. Popping back up as he had a thought.

“Wait, lemme go grab something.”

You were too fucked out to respond and honestly were still trying to catch your breath. You closed your eyes, a small smile spreading across your face. Your eyes opened again when you felt Chan’s hand on your leg trying to move them to open a bit more. You saw he had a warm, wet cloth in his hand and opened your legs the rest of the way so he could clean you up. You grimaced at the feeling, still sensitive from all the damage just bestowed on you.

Chan looked up as he heard a small hiss come from you, a small frown starting to take shape on his own face. Finishing the preliminary cleanup, he tossed the rag towards the hamper in his room and he laid back next to you.

“Was I too much? I’m so sorry if it was”

You slowly turned your head, trying to silently let Chan know to not start rambling. You spoke before he could again, in hopes to calm his worries before more could arise. 

“Chris, if it was ever too much I would’ve told you. Think that was the best sex we’ve had in a long time.”

“Really? You’re okay?”

“Look, if that’s what being stressed does to you, by all means, use me whenever because god damn. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that before.”

“Okay, as long as you’re okay then I’m alright.”

You turned over to face him and draw shapes onto his chest. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I love how we normally are. But that here and there…” 

You trailed off, whistling to end your sentence instead of using words. Chan smiled lightly, moving his hand down to find yours and lace your fingers with his.

“And what was that about making me a mommy?” It was so easy to tease him now, seeing that Chan was starting to relax. Instantly his ears went red and he tried to cover his face.

“Gosh, don’t repeat it back to me.” 

“You’re the one that said it!” 

You both laughed letting the topic fade into the air not wanting to push much further.

“I mean, one day I’d like to.”

You smiled as you looked up at him.

“That would be nice. Not now obviously, but sometime in the future.”

Silence fell over you. You knew he was holding back verbally about how he was feeling and you wanted to make sure that he was alright in full. You squeezed his hand to grab his focus.

“You ready to talk about everything? Or are you still on edge about it?”

He sighed, knowing that there was no way you were gonna let him get away without speaking about his feelings. Even when he thought he could, you always found a way to pull it out of him. 

“Yeah…yeah, I guess I should talk about it.”

You thought for a moment.

“Why don’t we run a bath and you can tell me everything while we’re in there. We’ll clean up and have a therapy session all in one.”

You pointed at your head as if you just discovered the most mind-blowing idea. Chan chuckled as he nodded along. 

“Sounds like a good idea.”

You both got up from the bed and began to gather what you would need after getting out the bath. Before you even choose a set of clothes to put on you heard a voice echo through the dorm that you recognized as Changbin’s.

“Whenever you guys are done fucking, we’re thinking of going to get dinner.”

You both looked at each other, horror and embarrassment filling your faces. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You closed it and then opened it again, finding your words.

“I hope they didn’t hear all that.”

Chan raised his hands in defeat.

“Let’s just not think or ask about it.”

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FAN-BOY AT HIGH part one.

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SUMMARY. left alone in the band’s shared apartment with the youngest member; jungkook finds himself listening to the adamant voice at the back of his mind, eventually giving in to his desires — entirely forgetting that y/n, the primal cause of his cravings, was still within the walls of the house.

PAIRING. jungkook x youngest 8th member!y/n.

GENRE. smut (porn with plot), angst if you really squint, fluff n’ genuine romantic feelings thorough the series.

WARNINGS. male masturbation, non-con touching (it’s normal? this is normal w the reader/bts it’s very consensual and ok even if she was asleep, but i thought a warning was needed), creepy-ish behaviour, two year age gap (younger reader), hints of exhibition + voyeurism + somno kinks.

WORDS. 1.9k

AUTHORS NOTE. this is now a series within the eighth member universe. it’s kind of experimenting with my writing, since this got deleted the first time with 3k+ words (never saving my drafts in tumblr again), so i apologise for how short it is as a re-write. i’ll be making a part 2 to this so it’ll hopefully be better 🫶🏽

some of y’all can tell i like writing from male povs 😭

also english is not my first language so please excuse how messy this might look!

The apartment was left to be eerily quite, everyone had left for their own troubling reasons and at that leaving the two youngest members alone in the middle of the night. You had dozed off in your bedroom after watching a movie alone, mind too occupied and heart stuttering nervously to spend the rest of the day interacting with Jungkook.

It was odd, how your relationship with him had a rise in its tension so suddenly. There was always a fleeting hint of attraction between the two of you, it was as clear as day to the fans and to whoever had met the both of you in the same room. However, lately, when you’d catch him stare at you from a distance, his eye lids heavy and fists clenched, you’d thought to spend some of your time alone — in no mood to watch as rumours rise.

It wasn’t the first you’ve done this, because you weren’t stupid. When you’d catch their attention slip onto you for longer than it should be, you would immediately step back, despite the excessive beating of your heart and the rising crimson to your cheeks suggesting other wise.

So as your eyes rested shut, your chest rising with soft puffs, the older member took that as an opportunity to sneak into your room. Jungkook’s palm laid on the side of your neck, fingers threading against the strings of your coiling hair. He tilted his head, lashes fluttering as his eyes wandered to the rest of your body covered by Yoongi’s sweatshirt, that had engulfed your figure so sweetly it had his heart throbbing endlessly.

His left hand was stroking your naked thigh, rising further beneath the smooth material, his thumb going past it and fumbling with the fabric of your underwear resting on your hips. He pulled the elastic material before releasing it, the smacking sound of the cloth against your skin had his eyes rolling backwards, and a content sigh fleeing his mouth.

With a glance at you stirring again, your soft breathing was enough confirmation for Jungkook to depart from your bedroom to his own, careful as to not disturb your sleep. Clenching his fists to the sides of his shirt to prevent his thumbs from passing the pillows of your bottom lips, picturing your drool dripping around and coating his fingers. He felt his cock twitch at the sensual thought his brain conjured.

Pouting at the barrier between him and you as he sat in his desk chair, he started to palm himself through his grey sweatpants.

Jungkook, despite having his eyes dart to the curves of your body multiple times throughout the years — since debut to be precise — had never done anything about his arising issues; the thought always having his mind erupt into a frenzy of humiliation.

And it's at times such as this, that Jungkook doesn't think he's let himself grow from the way he’s behaved in the past.

For years he's had people believe that he had matured from the timid persona that was glued onto him, endlessly peaking from his shoulder; through the various times his eyes would shy away at the sight of any woman, the woman being you.

You had joined Bangtan with only a two-year age gap in comparison with Jungkook, and while that should've had his racing heart come to its steadying senses, the fact that you were as energetic and enthusiastic as you were did not help either, especially as he had continued growing up; it had his fingers twitching with sweat, face flushed and dick rising at every soft caress you'd give his arm.

One would think that the Jeon Jungkook was a smitten virgin with how easily he tenses at a brush of your fingers along his scalp.

It was only when he'd seen how close you'd gotten with his hyungs — sharing beds and frequent neck kisses — did the flustered boy control his crazed hormones and look you properly in the eyes, giving you the same delicate pecks they had given you, and managed to steal you at any moment he possibly could, he is the selfish maknae after all and old habits happen to die hard.

Which is why, despite himself walking coolly with his head held up high in various award shows, he still struggles to control his breathing as he gently gripped his bulge through the cotton material, a small moan escaping his plumped lips, where a tender smirk was displayed upon them.

He wholeheartedly acknowledged that he was no longer his older self, and continuously prided himself for it; however, he quickly managed to catch quicker restraint of his heavy breathing and licked his dry lips, and as he cupped himself through the swell tenting his sweatpants that held a wet patch on the centre, he knew that he'd quickly lost all his dignity as he thought of his next moves — ones he caught Namjoon doing once before.

It was no secret that the leader was a pervert in all ways to come, and though Jungkook was no prude, by all means, he was the one that held the most humility in contrast to the rest of his members, and so if two days ago he'd seen what he'd been doing at the moment; he would gouge his eyes out.

Jungkook always held a sense of shame whenever he'd fist his cock with the thought of you heavy on his mind, but that's where it ended. He would hide in the bathroom, sink on, and cum with his emotions running wild, thankful that you're nowhere near him at the moment. Even though he full-on knew that you sometimes held up a promiscuous act to further leave all of them flustered, the sense of remorse had never abandoned him, perhaps until this moment.

So he understood his consequences were going to be quite hefty on his mind and that he was going to regret his next moves, but as he typed up your name on youtube, pressing on the one fancam that had you showing the most skin to his liking; his fingers started fiddling with the strings of his pants and the last thing that was on his mind was your sleeping figure in the room next to his.

Jungkook swayed his hips on his chair so that his sweatpants fell right above his knees, and hastily gripped the base of his cock after applying a thin layer of lube along the skin before placing it beside his keyboard and spreading the solution along with the mixture of his precum that was atop the tip.

The video of you dancing was revealed on his screen, your body moving fluidly to the beat of the music, short satin skirt threatening to rise further across your smooth legs as jin and hobi roamed behind you for the choreo. You looked breathtaking.

He spread his legs further, movements restricted by the chair's arm rest and the elastic of his sweats, he then finally focused and set his eyes on your form as he raises his hand along the veins of his pulsating dick, fingers trying to mimic the softness of your own, attempting to relax their gliding motion.

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief once he relaxed into his own touch, eyes closed with pleasure for a moment while he set his mind into a lewd image of you. You were naked, as far as he can let himself imagine, knees red and rubbing on the carpeted floor as you stared up at him with wide knowing eyes and pouted lips painting his flesh.

The pad of his thumb was moving in slow circles on the slit, slightly pressing on it and adding a small amount of pressure, watching his tip further transform into a darker crimson colour, another row of precum oozing out and blanketing his thumb.

He moved sluggishly once more and gulped when he ogled at your body on the screen. You found yourself on your knees on the stage, thighs spreading and chest rising as you stared into the camera with a subtle smile. He remembers dance practice being absolute hell that day because of you.

Sweatpants that hung low on your hips — showing off the tattoo on your lower back — and a crop top so short that each heavy breath you took managed to show your breasts covered by a sweaty layer of cloth from your bra.

It was even worse that they all had skin-to-skin contact with you at the time, each part of the dance consisted of you wrapped around them in overly alluring mannerisms that had them throbbing achingly the whole day.

And it was an example of one amongst many, not that he found himself complaining often.

Jungkook comprehended an image where your hands replaced his own, picturing that the fluid leaking out of him were your flushed lips leaving kisses along his cock.

At that, his hands were now sliding up and down his reddening cock in a sloppy manner, other arm placed under his right leg, that was slightly lifted and being placed on the arm rest, as he cupped his balls, massaging the soft exterior. His eyes were hooded, mind in a place of content and euphoria as he visualized that the liquidity of your hips shown on screen was above his own, waist moving skilfully atop his cock — hearing your moans amid his mind while he tried to stifle his own.

The friction caused between the palm of his hands and his hard genital caused Jungkook to let out an unexpected loud cry in the midst of the quiet house, completely forgetting that you had been dozing off in the room beside his own.

Jungkook felt a sudden sweet sting wrap around his cock, a trickling round of exhilaration rising within every inch below him, and as he experienced the start of the eruption stem within him, a knock on the door halted his movements, hands loosening on his shaft as your sweet callings voiced through the hallways.

"Kookie? Are you okay? Why is your door locked, you sounded in pain," you gnawed on your bottom lip, a habit of yours that you slip into when you're worried, and Jungkook can imagine it from behind the door, another whimper leaving his mouth as he stood up and dragged his sweatpants on. The wool material from inside being lightly rough to the touch.

Your brows raised, hands slowly leaving the door handle as you caught up of Jungkook's doings. A sigh left your lips, "i'll...i'll just go back to bed. If you need anything i’m in my bedroom.” With another squeeze of your eyes, you left the hallways to go downstairs.

Jungkook swallowed the lump pasted in his throat, sweat coated hands slipping from the door knob when he heard the hesitancy in your tone. He unlocked the door before pushing the it open with his knees, wiping his palms on the fabric of his pants before following you and reaching the door of your bedroom — knowing if he hadn’t talked to you now, you wouldn’t utter anything to him.

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HELLO I'm back on my horny agenda bestie<3 Christopher. Fucking. Bang. that's it. jk I found THIS on twt and my brain immediately malfunctioned. AND THE WAY THAT IT'S ACTUALLY CHAN oml just imagine riding him while he's all stressed from songwriting. letting you totally spoil him and do all the work until his brain is just 😵‍💫😵‍💫. I need in my life ugh

you caught me on a sub chan day so. i hope this is all you wanted it to be l o l

SMUT BELOW THE CUT - MINORS DNI

the problem with a small apartment is that you can hear everything.

so when you hear a thud against the wall of chan’s home office, it didn’t take long to connect the dots. he had a deadline, he had been in their for hours. you’re honestly surprised you didn’t hear an “outburst” earlier.

sock clad feet padded against the hardwood, the soft noise drowned out by the heavy bass coming from the room. when your fingers touched the door knob, it was vibrating, no doubt from the volume of the music. not wanting to scare him by slipping in unannounced, you knocked on the door. “channie?”

a frustrated “huh?” was grunted over the music, and you took that as an okay to entered. what you saw made your heart sink; chan in his favorite black hoodie, elbows propped up on the table and his head hanging in his sweater paws. you saw his shoulders shake a bit, dark curls out of control from him constantly running his fingers through them. he was reaching a breaking point.

you grabbed the back of his chair, gently rolling him out from the desk. “my love.” you softly whisper, watching as his arms dropped and let his head hang sadly. moving between the desk and him, you slipped into his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders. chan immediately melts under your touch, heavy head burying itself on your shoulders. you pet down the curls, trying to get them under control. “when’s the last time you took a break?”

he sighed, and you knew you weren’t going to like his answer. “i haven’t.”

you hum, not wanting to scold him when he’s this fragile. “baby you can’t go nonstop like this. it’s not good. you’ll burn out.”

chan rolls his head on your shoulder so he can look up at you. his large eyes scream exhausted, eyebrows furrowed sadly. “but i have to get this done. work needs-“

“work can wait.” your hands move to his face, cupping it to hold it upright. “your sanity is more important.”

you’re right - he knows it, even if he hates hearing it. “‘m just really frustrated, and stressed. nothing sounds…right.”

while having a hard time believing it, you understood. he’s been living in this rhythm today, obsessively tweaking the track and the lyrics to the point where it seems like nothing he does is working. he needs to step back from it, needs to take mental break.

“do you want me to listen to the track? or do you want me to try to help?”

his hands rest on your waist, twirling your top in his hands. “just need a distraction.” he whispers, eyes fixated on your lips.

there’s no need to ask what he wants. it’s obvious from his stare to the semi he’s sporting under his cotton shorts. still, it wouldn’t be fair of you to take advantage of him in this state, so you ask for clarification. “what kind of distraction? do you want to take a walk? do you need a snack? or do you want me to take care of my baby boy?”

he whimpers, nuzzling into the hands still holding his face. “need you.” grinding up, you’re now aware of how hard he’s gotten just in the passing seconds.

and you’re always ready to take care of him.

it escalates slowly. starting with sweet kisses, letting his lazily taste you while you rub him outside of his shorts. then it moves to shedding hoodies and shirts, bare chests pressed together and chan swears that feeling your skin against his is all the stress relief he needs. soon, bottoms are shed, and his head is rolled back against the desk chair as you slowly sink onto his length.

you sit still for a moment, eyes shut with a smile on your face as you adjust to his girth. his nails are digging into your hips, bottom lip pulled in as he savors the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him. your eyes flutter open, taking in the sight before you. chan always looks so handsome, but like this, he’s so ethereal. so pretty and delicate, needing to love and be loved by you.

“i love you.” you whisper, lifting your hips up before slowly sinking back down. chan whimpers, moans high pitched and borderline whiny as you set the pace. leaning forward, you kiss his jaw, praises spilling from your lips. “you look so pretty like this, honey. my sweet, pillow prince, always letting me take care of him.”

he nods, releasing his bottom lip. “love you.” when he lifts his head, you can see his eyes watering just a bit. “i love you so much-“

you shush him, placing a peck to his lips as you pick up the tempo slowly. “i know.” he chases your lips, begging for another kiss, and there’s nothing you want more than to indulge him in all his wants. it’s not long before you feel his cock twitching, his breaths increasing as he reaches the edge. “baby boy need to cum?”

he can barely speak, nodding aggressively as a string of incoherent begs fall from his lips. and that’s the last thing you want - for him to beg for something he’s always allowed to have.

“fill me up, channie. show me how good i made you feel.”

i am…broken.