✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: idol Min Yoongi x choreo female Reader
✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Idol!au, situationship, angst, smut, coworkers (pretend to be shocked pls), love triangle
✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Across sleepless cities on tour, you and Yoongi cling to each other in an unspoken arrangement neither of you knows how to end, until someone new makes you wonder if you should.
✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Hi! New fic, yup. Warnings to be included within each chapter. Verrryy excited with this one esp cause it’s been cooking for a while. I think it’s gonna be angsty, and sexy, and yummy. Written for @glossdebut for winning a little contest I ran last year.
preview // part one // part two
INTRO UNDER THE CUT
You’re part of BTS’ BTS.
Bangtan Tour Sluts.
It’s a term one of the make-up unnies coined half-jokingly, after realizing the truth: you’re a group of women who’ve practically dedicated your lives to seven men who are not even your family.
You’re a sorority of girls who go on tour with the group, taking on multiple hats, making sure every tour stop goes as best as possible.
You willingly do every beck and call of theirs because you actually like them. They are nice and you want to see them succeed. And even if they’re not being nice (oh the stories you could tell!), you still do everything for them. Like good girls. Like sluts.
Maybe that’s just what devotion looks like in this business.
Yours started with Hoseok.
Back before you had a name that anyone could recognize, you were just another girl on YouTube flexing dance moves in her tiny apartment. Somehow, he saw one of your clips, a clean cover of Dope, and sent your link to their performance director.
You got the email weeks later, went in for an audition, and the rest is history.
Then came the rehearsals. The late nights. The endless counts of eight. You were still so broke in those early days that you couldn’t even afford a cab after a late night practice, so you’d wait at the bus stop outside the studio, hoodie soaked through, sneakers squishing from the rain.
One night, Jin pulled up beside the curb and offered you a ride. You remember Yoongi was in the passenger seat. Wordless for the most part, but he blasted the heater so you wouldn't get cold. You thanked Jin profusely as he dropped you off.
He shrugged and said, “Good thing Yoongi saw you.”
You still remember the heat sinking back into your bones.
It added up over time.
Jimin once wrapped your ankle when you landed wrong after some crazy choreo you were trying to hit. Even crazier, Namjoon paid for your eomma’s emergency medical bills, because you were still struggling then.
They noticed you beyond your work. Not all at once, but steadily, gradually, eventually. And maybe that’s all it takes. You’d follow them anywhere after that.
So you do.
The thing is, some of the Bangtan Tour Sluts do become that over time.
You once overheard a manager say: stupid idols date fans; smart idols date other idols. Or each other.
The boys are fine shyt. But after living together for years, the latter feels… borderline incestuous.
They’ve tried dating other idols too, but it’s chaos. Too many schedules to align, too many eyes watching, security doubling the second they want to meet up even in a different city for a simple fuck.
It’s easier this way. Closer. Quieter.
You don’t even blame them for it. This arrangement. The girls are hot as hell.
There’s Angel from Wardrobe who’s become Taehyung’s emotional support buddy. She’s on-call to dress him and undress him, whenever the situation calls for it.
Jungkook’s got a couple in his roster. Bina from glam and Tiff, also from glam. It could be problematic, sure, but so far they’re having fun.
Somehow, even if you highly considered becoming Seokjin’s...
summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, gang related activity, and murder; five things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.
warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni.
pairings: gang leader!yoongi × f.reader.
word count: 6k
chapter playlist: sdl - agust d, gosh she looks so pretty - nato kitch
– masterlist directory
The thought of staying in bed all day wasn't a wish; it was a desperate necessity, thanks to the pounding headache that seemed determined to split your skull. Calling off work was impossible though—you couldn't risk the lost wages, especially with Mr. Kim ready to dock your pay at any given chance. Curled under the covers, your fingers traced your lips, a gesture that immediately triggered the one memory your mind refused to erase; the kiss. Not just a kiss, but a full-blown makeout session with Yoongi.
Sure, every decision made last night was fueled by booze, but as the effects wore off, the regret was suspiciously absent. In fact, Jungkook’s two-day ghosting made your choices feel almost justified. You grabbed your phone, your eyes scanning immediately for his name, only to be met with zero notifications. A frustrated sigh escaped as you hurled the device back onto the wood of the nightstand.
His radio silence was genuinely baffling. While you admittedly hadn't taken his rejection well, two days of absolutely no contact was excessive. Was he waiting for you to reach out? He should know by now—thanks to your longtime history—that you don't offer apologies when you've done no wrong. Why should you grovel? He was the one who rejected you, not the other way around.
Agreeing with Mina was painful, yet undeniable. Three months trapped in dating limbo—no title, no intimacy—and the question loomed so heavily: What the hell was he waiting for? The feeling that he still saw you only as his best friend felt increasingly real. It fed the deeper fear that his feelings were born from pity, surfacing when you were at your lowest point, spiraling into drinking and partying as you awaited the inevitable expulsion from college due to your parents' death.
The sudden loss sent your world spinning, triggering a steep, uncontrolled decline in every aspect of your life; for months, it was solely the constant support of Jungkook and Mina that prevented you from sinking entirely beneath the waves of a deep depression. That fragile lifeline now feels strained, making you dread the possibility that maybe Jungkook’s sympathy has reached its limit. You didn’t blame him. You’d be tired of your desperation too.
Rolling onto your back, you fix your gaze on the ceiling, finding no escape as your increasingly chaotic thoughts become unbearable; your heart felt like a sinking stone, and all you could manage was another rattling sigh to release the crushing pressure.
The thought was frustrating, but persistent; maybe it was time to bite the bullet, call him, and finally put your wounded ego aside. Even though his rejection had cut deep, your outburst had been unnecessarily angry. Perhaps if you could just swallow your pride and apologize, he might be willing to finally offer a full explanation of his side of things.
You stretched out your arm to retrieve your phone from the nightstand again, but as you unlocked the device, a sudden, abrupt knock on your front door startled you into a frozen silence. Quickly, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position on your mattress, your attention fixed on the living room, waiting to see if there would be a follow-up knock. Not a minute later a second rap confirmed the visitor.
Your mind immediately leaped to the possibility that it was Jungkook. The sound was notably too tame and controlled—certainly not Mina’s usual frantic banging, and you were sure she would have already resorted to calling your phone, yelling at you to open up.
Your blanket was tossed aside as you eagerly sprang out of bed, your feet pounding toward the front door. You didn't waste time with the peephole, throwing the door open with a joyful smile, certain who you would see. "Jungkook–" You stopped dead. The boyish, bunny grin you expected was replaced by Yoongi’s face instead. "Y-Yoongi?"
A smirk crossed the raven's face as he saw you, then he simply moved around you, gliding into your apartment without a word of your approval. “So this is your humble abode, huh?” He took his time looking around, evaluating every corner of your small space. “Cute.” He commented. You closed the door, narrowing your eyes at him for the rude entrance. “What the hell are you doing here?” you demanded.
“I was in the neighborhood. Thought I might come visit.”
It was an obvious lie. What business did he have in your neighborhood anyway? Annoyed by his presence, you crossed your arms. "How did you even find my apartment?" you asked, though the certainty of how made the question feel pointless.
"Asking questions you already know the answer to, sweetheart?" He raised a mocking brow. "You answered the door pretty quickly. Were you expecting someone else?" He gestured toward the counter, where Jungkook's bouquet stood, its blossoms beginning to wilt and fade.
"Don’t worry about it." You moved swiftly around the counter, seized the flowers, and with a press of the foot pedal, discarded them into the trash can."Now, tell me what you're really doing here.” You slammed the empty vase onto the counter. “And spare me the 'I was in the neighborhood' excuse." you pressed, urging the raven to reveal his true purpose. The embarrassment from last night was a hot sting, his kiss still fresh in your mind. It was clear how dumb you had been to believe that simply keeping your promise to attend his kickback would be the last you saw of him.
Yoongi held his smirk, clearly entertained by your annoyed attitude. "Is this any way to talk to the guy who just had his tongue down your throat last night?" he taunted, his tongue grazing his bottom lip as his gaze dropped to your sleepwear; an oversized black t-shirt with Deftones' Around The Fur album cover on it. It was Jungkook's shirt.
"Yoongi," you warned, glaring disapprovingly at the raven.
He chuckled, throwing his hands up in surrender.
"Fine, fine." He finally got to the point. "The Daegu fair is in town, and we're going." He offered no room to decline.
"Um, are you crazy?" you asked. The raven gave you a look that instantly made you retract the question. You knew the answer. "Scratch that-l know you are," you amended. "I can't just go to the fair with you. I have work, remember?”
The raven simply nodded. “Yeah, but you’re not going.”
You let out a short scoff. “I think my boss would disagree with you on that. I can’t miss a shift; I need the money if I wanna keep paying for my luxurious apartment,” you stated, dripping sarcasm into the word ‘luxurious’.
Yoongi replied with a dismissive shrug. “Don’t stress about that, princess. I’ll deal with your boss after the fact,” he assured you.
You subconsciously pull your bottom lip between your teeth. While you were secretly delighted to skip work due to your headache, you weren't exactly keen on replacing it with hanging out with Yoongi. Both options sounded equally headache-inducing, but if you had to pick the lesser of two evils, it was definitely not having to work for 8 hours straight at Makoto right now. Even if Yoongi vexed you.
You did enjoy going to the Daegu fair in your teenage years with Jungkook and Mina. The attendance would at least give you a nostalgic feeling. “Fine,” you conceded. “But I need to change first.”
“By all means, sweetheart. I’ll just wait out here—unless you need help changing.” He grinned wider, plopping down on your couch, his arms spread across the headrest. “Only in your wildest dreams,” you retorted, grimacing as you rolled your eyes.
“Sweetheart, my wildest dreams involve a lot more than just helping you change.”
You don't even bother responding to the raven's perversion, simply spinning around to head for your bedroom. You slammed the sliding door shut before letting out an exasperated, shuddering sigh. Did you really just agree to go out with Yoongi again? Last night's fiasco was a disaster; you couldn't imagine what today would be like. It seemed like anything that involved Yoongi always turned to shit for you. Your lunch date with Mina, the attack during your delivery in Gongdan, that ridiculous "kickback”. Could a simple thing like the fair possibly go wrong too?
Deciding not to dwell on it, you moved to your wardrobe, pulling open the doors and pushing clothes aside to find something to wear. Should you once again tone down your look, as you did last night? It didn't seem like the tracksuit had deterred the raven's unwanted gaze or touches regardless, nor had it kept his brother or Taehyung away. You definitely didn't want to look like you were going for a jog at the fair.
You finally grabbed a yellow mini sundress. It was summer, and unlike last night, it would be significantly warmer in the afternoon. You slipped out of Jungkook's t-shirt and into the dress. At least it didn't show any cleavage, you acknowledged, certain that if it did, you wouldn't be able to avoid his wandering eyes.
You walk into your bathroom, switching on the light. You look in the mirror, examining yourself. You don't bother with makeup or any extra work—it's Yoongi, for god's sake. You don't want to give him any ideas by going the extra mile. The dress is enough. You head back into your bedroom, grabbing your phone off the nightstand and shoving it into your purse.
As you exited the bedroom, you stopped short. Yoongi was no longer on the couch; he was standing, holding the framed photograph that belonged next to the TV. Hearing the sliding door, he glanced back at you. "These your parents?" he asked, referring to the people in the picture. You strode over, yanking the frame from his grasp. "Yeah," you simply said, setting it back on the stand.
Talking about your parents was a sore spot for you, the thought of them too sad. "You look a lot like your mom," he observed abruptly, and the comment caught you off guard. You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat. "Uh... t-thanks..."
“You ready to go?” The raven gave you a once-over, his pleased look confirming he liked the dress. You simply nodded. “Let’s get this over with,” you said, heavy with dread. Stepping out of your apartment, you reached for your key to lock up. The sound of a neighboring door opening made you and Yoongi turn, bringing you face-to-face with Hoseok. Hoseok froze instantly when he saw the raven. “Yoongi…” he trailed off, his entire body stiffening.
“Hoseok.” he replies, his voice stale and bitter. The two don't speak, just stare each other down. Hoseok's gaze was fearful, while Yoongi's was cold, his dark eyes piercing the man. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You felt the hatred radiating off both men. “Yoongi… we should go.” You gently tug on the sleeve of the raven’s black jacket, needing to escape this rivalry. Yoongi nods. “Alright.” He agrees immediately, giving in to you. “See ya ‘round, Hobi.”
You and the raven-haired man walk down the hall, leaving Hoseok where he stood. You spare a final glance, just in time to see the brunet exhale a long, shaking breath. Yoongi's presence alone made him quake. What deep history was between these two? Yoongi had said Hoseok was once like a brother, his right hand man before Joon, until Hoseok tried to get him sent to prison. But why did Hoseok turn on him, and what did Yoongi do to incite that level of fear? Yoongi had only hinted that he didn’t let the betrayal go unpunished.
Making it outside, your eyes were immediately drawn to a new car Yoongi was driving. A sleek, red sports car with the roof down. It was pure luxury, a world away from the car you used to drive—an old, hand-me-down Nissan sedan that had been your father’s until it permanently broke down, leaving you without the means to get it fixed.
“Something wrong with your old car?” you asked, looking back at him.
He offered a subtle shake of his head. “Nah, I just wanted to ride in style today.” A smirk played on his lips as he rounded the car and held the passenger door open for you. Once you were seated, the raven-haired man shut the door with a soft click. He then slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled away, heading for Buk-gu, the usual location of the fair. The ride was an estimated thirty-four minutes. That felt like a short car ride with someone you'd actually want to be with—but an agonizingly long trip you desperately wanted over while sitting beside Yoongi.
You let the silence hang heavy between you and the raven-haired man, simply allowing the wind to rush past your face. Yoongi stole a look at you—your arm propped against the door, your hand resting beneath your chin as you gazed at the passing surroundings. "Can I ask you something?" He finally breaks the silence. You simply waited for him to get on with it, locking eyes with him instead of replying.
"How come you're still a virgin?"
You immediately furrowed your brows. "Excuse me?"
"How come you've never fucked?" He repeated the question, making it sound even more vile. “You’re dating someone, right? So how come he’s never fucked you?”
With a disgusted scoff, you shot him a glare. Of all the conversation starters he could have chosen, why was your virginity the topic? "We are not having this conversation. It's none of your business." You snapped, once again looking away from him, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. The raven-haired man didn't stop, though. “You don’t wanna feel a hard dick going in and out of that wet, tight, little pussy—”
“I will tuck and roll out of this car right now if you don’t shut the fuck up!” You cut him short, your hand hovering over the door handle, ready to bolt.
He chuckled at your frantic reaction, but to your relief, he stopped talking. “God, you’re such a pig,” you murmured under your breath.
"I think deep down you like that about me though," he said, throwing you a look, his grin conceited.
"I think deep down you're delusional. If you want a girl obsessed with you and your perversions, maybe you should work things out with Sana." You sneered.
The raven quirked a brow. "There's nothing to 'work out' with Sana. We never had anything. I fucked her once and she thought we were gonna be together. I guess that's what good dick does." He smirked. “If you say so.” You rolled your eyes and reached for the radio, turning it on. You didn't bother searching for a station, just let the first thing that played drown out the rest of the silence.
“Somebody does love, but I’m thinking ‘bout you. Somebody does love.”
You were surprised to find you actually liked the song that was playing, and you began to sing the lyrics quietly yourself, staring back out into the passing scenery. Yoongi gazed over at you. “You like this song?” he asked, amusement flickering across his face.
“Maybe I do,” You shot him a look. “Got a problem with it?”
“Not at all, sweetheart.” He reached over and cranked up the volume on the radio, the base vibrating off of your seat.
“Somebody does love, but I'm thinking 'bout you, you oh, I'm thinking 'bout you.”
Not at all what you were expecting, the raven begins to rap the lyrics, word for word, completely catching you off guard. “Oh? You like this song?” You echoed his question, a small smile tugging at your lips to see him flow so effortlessly to a song about love. You were half expecting him to melt, considering he was the devil and all. What would he know about love? According to Sana he doesn’t do feelings, or relationships.
“Never said I didn’t,” he laughed. “I’m just intrigued that you like it too. Plus, I’ve been told before that I look like the rapper in this song.”
You stared at him briefly, before shaking your head. “I’m not seeing the resemblance.” you stated, bursting his bubble. Yoongi merely shrugged. “True. I look better.” He flashed his addicting gummy smile your way. You bit the inside of your cheek, turning away to hide your own grin.
It amazed you how utterly self-absorbed Yoongi could be, but you expected as much. There was no denying he was handsome; he had probably never been turned down by a woman in his life. Perhaps that’s exactly why he was so attracted to you.
You acknowledged his attractiveness, but you refused to give into his bad boy lifestyle and oozing charm like most girls did. Despite your intoxication clouding your judgment last night, you had no intention of giving him further satisfaction. But this was exactly the game Yoongi enjoyed. Who could resist a woman who played hard to get? He intended to shatter that resistance today.
The two of you continued to sing along to the song, with you handling the chorus and Yoongi delivering the rap verses. You enjoyed this version of Yoongi, it was far more tolerable than the pervert who insisted on probing your sex life. This shared moment made the rest of the car ride more bearable– just slightly though.
Yoongi found a parking spot quickly, a feat considering the lot was packed—it seemed the entire population of Daegu was here. Families, couples, and friends streamed toward the fair entrance. You and Yoongi opened your doors in sync and stepped out. You gazed ahead at the fairgrounds, a slight smile touching your lips. You hadn't been to the Daegu fair since high school, and the sight instantly triggered a wave of memories.
You and the raven-haired man approached the fair, heading for the entrance booth where wristbands were sold. The line stretched far back, and you predicted you’d be waiting for at least an hour. You immediately doubted you had the patience—or mental capacity—to stand in that queue for so long.
As if reading your mind, the raven didn't hesitate—he cut the line and darted directly to the booth. You heard the sound of disapproving voices ripple as you passed, followed by someone shouting, “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” The voice was quickly shushed by their companion. “That’s the Daegu Devil. Don’t let him hear you.”
The crowd immediately fell silent, now letting you both pass by without a single complaint. You reached the front booth, where a couple quickly stepped back to let you in. You looked back at the young pair, offering a word of thanks—even though you knew they probably didn't want to hear it. You didn’t blame them; you wouldn’t want some lady who just cut the line with an infamous delinquent speaking to you either.
Yoongi pulled a wad of cash, bound together by a rubber band, from his pocket. Stunned, you watched him count it; the enormous stack easily surpassed any of your bi-weekly earnings. He ripped away the band, and peeled off the necessary amount needed for the wristbands before handing it to the booth employee. The transaction was swift; the employee instantly returned two wristbands, which the raven took.
You both stepped out of line, making way for the couple you had cut in front of. Yoongi handed you your wristband. “Have you ever been here before?” he asked, his eyes briefly meeting yours as he fastened his own wristband. You nodded. “When I was in high school. Feels like such a lifetime ago.”
Stepping into the fairgrounds with the raven, you were greeted by a wave of smells— from the sweet scent of Hotteok to the fried aroma of So-tteok-so-tteok. It really refreshed your memory, and with that memory came the thought of Jungkook; you wished you could be attending the fair with him and not Yoongi right now.
“Have you ever been here?” you asked him, trying to keep the conversation going as you both walked through the fairgrounds. The raven nodded. “I used to come here with Joon and Hoseok.” The bitterness in his voice when he said Hoseok's name was unmistakable.
“Wow, so you and Hoseok used to be really close back then…”
“Yeah. We grew up together,” His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, annoyance etched on his features. “I met Joon in juvie, and when he got out we just all became close.”
It wasn't surprising he met Joon in juvie. Nam-Joon’s abrasive nature suggested he'd likely been in and out of trouble his entire life. “We used to come to the fair to sell, never to play games. So, this is a first time for me not being here for business.” He admitted.
“I’m surprised Hoseok used to be a drug dealer. I wouldn’t have pegged him as that type at all.”
Hoseok was always just the goofy neighbor across the hall. He was sweet and funny. When you first moved in, he had been kind enough to help you move boxes since Jungkook was at work and Mina proved useless. “That’s because he wasn’t the type,” the raven ran his fingers through his hair. “Hoseok was always too nice, too scared. He was never meant for this life. He proved that well.”
Yoongi’s jaw clenched, then slowly unclenched. The raven was skilled at hiding human emotion, but you could tell that deep down, the fallout with Hoseok genuinely hurt him. They were childhood friends, and you knew firsthand how much it stung to lose a childhood best friend. Of course, your break with Jungkook in high school wasn't as severe, and you certainly weren't terrified of him or calling him the devil.
You needed to change the topic. Scanning the gaming booths for something to play, you pointed toward the one labeled ‘Hoop Shoot’. “Hey, let’s play that,” you suggested to the raven. Yoongi looked at the booth, raising a brow before meeting your gaze. "Basketball? Do you even know how to play, sweetheart?" he smirked.
"Maybe I do. Do you?" you countered, squinting.
Now both his eyebrows rose. "Are you kidding me? I'II destroy you at basketball, princess. I've never lost a game"
You shrugged, walking backward toward the booth while meeting the raven's eyes. “Then put your money where your mouth is.”
The raven smiled, following you over. The carnie at the booth grinned as you approached, launching into his spiel. “Welcome over, folks! Shoot all eight balls into the hoop and win a prize!” He swept his arm around, showing off all the cute stuffies. You had already spotted the one you wanted; a My Melody plush wearing a pink bear suit. “If you miss one, then you’re out immediately.” The carnie states.
"Go first," the raven said, stepping aside to let you take your turn. "I promise not to laugh if you suck," he remarked, crossing his arms. You playfully flipped him off, and he responded with a laugh.
The carnie set the balls on the counter. "Good luck!" he said. You grabbed your first ball, took a step back, and settled into a shooter's stance.
"Nice form," Yoongi complimented. "Oh, and your stance is good too," he added, biting his bottom lip.
You glared at him. “Don’t try to distract me just because you know you’re gonna lose.”
Yoongi instantly put his hands up, staying silent while you took your first shot.
You returned to your stance, shooting the ball toward the hoop. The ball circled the rim, and just as you thought it would drop, it fell to the ground. "Damn it!" You stomped, biting the inside of your cheek in frustration.
"Aw, good try." The carnie said.
Yoongi walked over. "Better luck next time, dollface." He gently patted your back before moving you to the side.
The carnie reset the balls for Yoongi. The raven grabbed his first ball, took a step back, and the carnie repeated, "Good luck!"
"I don't need luck," Yoongi countered.
'What a cocky little shit’, you thought.
He got into his stance, raising his arms and shooting the ball toward the basket. Unlike your attempt, Yoongi's made it in with a swish. "Ooooh!" He smiled, clapping his hands. "Seven to go," he said, glancing at you.
He grabbed his second ball, shot again, and scored. The raven looked over at you once again, wiggling his brows and holding up six fingers. You couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips.
As Yoongi grabbed the third ball and continued to play, you couldn’t help but watch him—not his technique, but him. His happy, childish grin humanized him. You were seeing a side he seemed to hide to maintain his image, but right now he was truly himself, and it was crazy to admit, but you were attracted to it.
As your eyes examined the raven, it wasn’t just his playful spirit that was attracting you—when you truly looked at him, he was incredibly alluring. His shoulder-length dark hair was tucked behind one ear, showing off his double pierced hoops. He wore a black jacket over a white shirt, a heavy Cuban link chain around his neck, and dark jeans with a chain attached to the belt loops. But it was his scent that lured you in the most; a sharp, citrusy smell.
Yoongi shot his last ball, making the winning hoop.
The carnie rang a bell, yelling "Winner!" You snapped out of your trance, watching the raven dust off his shoulders as though the challenge was nothing. "Pick a prize, any prize," the carnie offered.
Yoongi scanned the shelf. "That pink one right there," he requested. The carnie retrieved the exact My Melody plush you'd wanted and handed it to Yoongi.
"Here," he said, holding it out. You looked up from the plush to meet his eyes. "I saw you looking at it, so I won it for you"
Smiling, you accepted the plush. "Thank you..."
Yoongi smirked. "No problem," he said, tucking his hands in his jacket pockets. "You suck at basketball, though," he playfully remarked, taking a step back. “Like, you’re really awful.”
"Screw you.” You rolled your eyes.
"Please do." His tongue ran over his bottom lip.
"Don't be gross," you said, gently pushing his chest.
He laughed. "C'mon, I got a sweet tooth for cotton candy," he added, showing his gummy smile. The raven turns on his heels, walking ahead to go find the cotton candy stand.
You stood back for a moment, looking down at the plush in your hands. Your stomach started to churn—not with nausea, but with that fluttery feeling you’d only ever experienced with Jungkook. Now, it was Yoongi; The bad, drug-dealing, gangster Yoongi—who was giving you butterflies.
You must’ve been out of your mind.
“You comin’ or what?” He asks, noticing you weren’t behind him. You look up, nodding quickly. “Sorry, coming!” You run after him.
"So, I'll admit, you're pretty good at basketball," you informed the raven, plucking off a piece of the blueberry cotton candy you shared. "Did you play in high school?" You asked, popping the piece into your mouth.
Yoongi nodded, picking a piece off for himself. "I did for a bit my freshman year, but I dropped out of school later on."
"You never thought of trying to pursue a career out of it?"
Yoongi scrunched his eyebrows. "What famous NBA players do you know that are five-eight, sweetheart?"
You couldn't answer that because, truth be told, you knew nothing about the NBA in the slightest. "'I’ll answer that question for you; none," he said, chewing the candy.
You shrugged. "You could be the first short basketball player to ever play in the NBA.” You stated.
Yoongi laughed, shaking his head. "I appreciate your faith in my basketball skills, princess. Sometimes me and Joon ball."
"Is he any good?"
"No," The raven laughed. "He's worse than you." He remarked, taking a large bite of the cotton candy. You squinted and grabbed his hand, using it to smash the sweet fluff straight into his face. The surprise made him drop the rest of the candy.You covered your mouth, stifling a laugh. Blue pieces of cotton stuck to his face as he picked them off. "You better start running."
You heeded his warning, pressing your plushy against your chest as you made a break for it. You zipped past people, running to who knew where. It didn't take long for the raven to be on your tail; you could hear the clanking of the chain on his pants. "Excuse me, sorry!" you laughed as you brushed by, ignoring the glares from families you past by.
You didn't make it too far before Yoongi's arms wrapped around you, stopping your run. You screeched in surprise, failing to twist out of his grasp. "You think you're funny, huh?" he said, his hands gripping your waist as he flipped you around to face him. You were both a laughing mess. "You have a little something right here," you teased, and then subconsciously raised your hand to pick off the sticky blue candy.
As you did this, you realized how close and personal you and Yoongi were. His hands were still on your waist, one of yours held the plush, and the other now rested on his chest. You were lost in his eyes-his usually dark, cold eyes now didn't seem so dark.
Yoongi inched closer, his lips almost touching yours before you quickly turned your head, faking a cough. You stepped back from his hold, searching desperately for an escape from the awkward moment.
You turned to the Ferris wheel, pointing toward it. “Hope you’re not afraid of heights,” you said, forcing an uncomfortable laugh. You quickly scrambled toward the ride, your back to him, mentally cursing yourself. What were you thinking? You were about to kiss him again? There was no doubt; you had completely lost your mind.
You approached the carnie, and she smiled. "One or two?" She asked. You wanted to say one just to avoid the raven, but you said two, unwilling to make the avoidance obvious. The carnie let you both pass to pick a seat. You chose a yellow cart, strapping yourself in; Yoongi did the same. The carnie closed the bar, secured it, and after a few others boarded, the ride finally started, lifting you into the air.
Yoongi didn't say anything the whole time, which was surprising, considering how much he usually talks.
You looked over to see him staring off into space, his lips caught between his teeth. His gears were turning like crazy, and you knew because yours were, too. Any other time, you would have loved a silent Yoongi, but right now, you wished he would talk to ease the tension.
"Can I ask you something?" You finally broke the silence.
Yoongi looked over at you. "No, I'm not still a virgin," he said bluntly.
You rolled your eyes. "Seriously. Can I ask you a question?" You repeated. He nodded, awaiting your question.
"Is this how you pictured your life?"
The raven tilted his head, confusion etched on his face. You elaborated; "What you do for a living, what people say you've done. Did you ever picture this for yourself?"
The question was deep for Yoongi, one no woman had ever asked him before. "Of course it's not," he answered. "No kid grows up and says, 'I wanna be a criminal when I grow up’. It's just the cards I was dealt. My parents died when I was young, I went into survival mode. I had to fend for myself at eleven."
"You didn't have any support from friends or other family?"
Yoongi scoffed. "I don't have other family members. All I have is Jongup, and I think you've seen for yourself that our relationship is strained," he said. "As for friends, I mean, I had Hobi and Joon in my corner. But friends can only do so much. It didn't change that I still felt alone and in survival mode,"
That was a sentiment you understood well. When your parents died, of course you had Mina and Jungkook, but their support never erased the pain of your loss. Even now, the subject was touchy. Your parents had essentially financed your entire life, and their passing left you entirely on your own. While you inherited a small sum, it wasn't nearly enough for college tuition. You used the money instead to secure your apartment, then scrambled for work, eventually landing at Makoto, where you now make minimum wage and can’t even afford a car.
"When I started this shit, I never imagined how far along it would get," he confessed. "I was just a kid wanting a fast way to make money, but when I touched my first stack, I needed more. I wanna be one of the greats, like Pablo Escobar. Imagine it—the first Korean drug lord." He smirked.
It amazed you how passionate he was about being a drug dealer; to you, it sounded like pure greed and a dangerous game to play. Pablo Escobar was literally gunned down by police. Did Yoongi really want that fate?
"How about you?" he continued. "Is this how you pictured yours?"
You shook your head. “Not at all. I pictured myself in healthcare like my mom. I went to college for it—a short-lived experience because my parents died and they were paying my tuition. After their deaths, I was kicked out for failure to pay. I kind of went down a black hole after that,” you sighed. “I’m watching everyone close to me excel–real careers, nice apartments, cars…then there’s me; working in a ramen shop, living in an iffy apartment, and taking the bus everywhere.”
You were surprised at yourself for spilling your guts out to Yoongi; you barely expressed these feelings to Jungkook or Mina. Perhaps it was because you always knew they couldn't relate; Jungkook had his tattooing career, and Mina was a nurse. Yoongi, however, understood your struggle because he'd lived it. The only difference was that he channeled that experience into something—albeit destructive—that at least allowed him to afford his luxuries.
"You deserve better, " Yoongi said, and your eyes met his. "Someone with a soul as beautiful as yours should have everything this world has to offer."
There it is again; the flutters. Your cheeks began to heat up, and you quickly looked away from the raven. You heard him let out a small laugh at your visible fluster.
‘I didn’t think it was possible,’ You thought. ‘For my heart to beat this fast for a man other than my first love...’
Yoongi's car pulled up to your apartment. "I had a good time.” The raven said, looking over at you. You nodded, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "I did too–surprisingly." You admitted.
You meant it. At the start, you hadn't wanted to be anywhere near him, but by the end, you had learned a lot more about Yoongi and seen a gentler side. "See, I'm not as bad as the conspiracy theorists make me out to be." He smirked.
You laughed. "I guess not. I'll see you around." You reached for the door handle, but he stopped you. "How about tomorrow night?" he asked. You raised a brow. "Eager, are we?"
"Guess I just can't get enough of seeing your face," he replied.
You looked down at your Melody plush, hiding your fluster once again. "Um, what do you have in mind?" you asked quickly, trying to move the conversation along.
"I'm having another kickback."
You shot your head up, ready to protest, given how the last one ended, but the raven was already ahead of you. "It's not gonna be like last time. This time it's genuinely just gonna be me, Joon, a few of my guys, and whatever girl Joon's fucking for the day. It'll be tame."
You sighed, thinking it over for a moment. "Fine. I'II be there."
The raven grinned, nodding his head. "That's what I like to hear. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
"After I'm off work. I'm not going anywhere smelling like ramen."
"Why? It's a good smell on you," he joked.
You glared at him. "Screw you."
"Please do," he replied with a drawn-out moan.
You rolled your eyes, pulled open the door, and stepped out of the car. "See you tomorrow, perv," you retorted, shutting the door with a soft click. You walk up the stairs to your apartment building, digging in your purse for your key as you enter. As you approach near your door, you see a shaggy-haired man placing flowers in front of your doorstep.
“Jungkook?”
He spun around to face you, a smile forming his lips as his eyes fell on you. “You always seem to catch me at the wrong time.” The brunet says.
❝i’m a fucking criminal, princess. did you forget that?❞
summary: rough sex, blood money, drugs, gang related activity, and murder; five things you never predicted to experience in your simple life. not until you opened your mouth and caught his attention.
pairings: gang leader!yoongi x f!reader.
warnings: smut, gunplay, drugs, drug addiction, dark!yoongi, drug lord!yoongi, strong language, gang violence, blood and gore, murder, manipulation, possessive/obsessive behavior, abuse, cheating, angst, fluff, dubcon, implied noncon (not from yoongi but within his gang with his knowledge), 18+, minors dni.
authors note: hello??? why does suga never give me a break? he snapped on haegeum. giving me toxic gang member vibes. this is gonna be a dark, heavily graphic fic. i warn you, if you don’t like anything mentioned in the warnings then this isn’t for you. this story is purely fictional and for your enjoyment, i do not condone gang violence, affiliation or any of the fucked up shit yoongi will do in this story. comment below if you want to be added to the taglist.
Skz/ Dom!Bang Chan x Sub!afab reader - Explicit Sexual Content, MDNI!
✨Masterlist ✨
Word Count: 5,257
Tags: Dom/Sub dynamics, penatrative sex, degradation, unprotected sex, teasing, overstimulation, breath play (mild), oral sex ( f & m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (reader), breeding??, creampie, established relationship, after care.
(Sorry if I missed any tags)
Notes: This is my first ever Skz AU, and I'm nervous but excited to share. Please be nice! Also, i posted this from my phone, so I'm sorry if the formatting is odd or anything. I'm kinda new to posting on here.
This is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect or portray any of the members in real life!
I do not own the picture attached, credit to the owner. (Found on pinterest)
You woke up in a panic as your eyes searched for the glowing numbers on your alarm clock. As your vision became less blurry, you realized that it was still Sunday and you didn't sleep in and nearly miss work. Thank goodness. You've been trying to get rest whenever you could as of late. Your job was draining you beyond belief, and you had very little things that could help you relax, especially since Chan was always busy with work. You laid still for a while, staring up at the ceiling and pondering the possibilities… What could you do? How could you relax?
Without coming to a full thought you decide to pull yourself out of bed. Your naked feet felt cold against the hardwood and Goosebumps covered your naked legs. Chan always kept the air conditioner at 63 degrees and if you ever changed it he'd lose his mind. You pulled your feet lazily across the floor and let out a big yawn and stretch, stumbling a bit as you became lightheaded. Once you were steady you continued on your mindless journey to Chan's studio. The door was closed as always and you could hear a beat blaring from the speakers. Chan didn't like to be interrupted while he was mixing and told you to only knock if it were an emergency. You stood at the door mulling over your thoughts trying to think of the exact reason that you were going to knock on the door but nothing came to mind.
Fuck it.
You lifted your hand to knock but swiftly stopped once you heard the music on the other side stop. You took a step back with furrowed brows as you figured he was probably editing a section of the track. To your surprise the door swung open and your fiance towered over you as he took in the sight before him. You stood there clad in one of his t- shirts and pink lace panties as you stared up at him.
"I had a feeling you were out here. What're you doing? Eavesdropping? " a grin pulled at the corners of his mouth as he took a step forward to lace his strong arm around your waist and pull you into him.
"I wanted to see you but I heard you mixing so I just kinda… stood here. " Your sleepy brain spilled the truth immediately since you didn't feel the need to hide from him.
"You're always welcome into the studio, love." Your arms snaked around his waist as you hugged him sinking into his toned torso. " Well, I know I told you I don't like being interrupted but still, I always want to see my baby."
"I just woke up and I just… I don't know what to do with myself. It's only six o'clock and I'm just bored." With a sigh you loosen your grip around his waist.
"Hm, how about this, I'll finish mixing this song and then we can do something. Maybe order some take out? Play a board game? Whatever you'd like." Your big eyes glance up to him looking down at you with a sweet smile.
"How long until you're done?"
"Uh, give me thirty minutes, okay?" With another long sigh you let go of your fiancé completely.
"Okay." With a mumbled 'thank you' leaving his lips he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before letting you go and watching you as you slowly stalked back into your shared bedroom. You figure that you'll just spend the next thirty minutes scrolling through your phone looking at TikTok or something while you wait for Chan to finish up. That was until you accidentally pressed the Tumblr app on your phone and your old Stay account lit up your screen.
Oh
You had forgotten about your account, ever since the world blessed you with actually meeting, dating and now being engaged to your bias you didn't see any use for it. Of course you were still a fan but you see the boys as your ordinary friends now instead of world famous idols. Even with this logic fresh in your mind your finger began to scroll and you ended up getting lost in what used to be your world.
It's been two hours and Chan is still mixing. Usually this would bother you but you were too immersed in your virtual world to care. You were going back into your likes and reading all of the disgustingly sexy fan fictions that you liked three years ago. Some about Felix and Hyunjin but most of them about your fiancé.
You sat straight up when you came across the one. That one fan fiction that you used to go back to every time you needed that sweet release. Everytime you wanted to pretend that your fingers were Chan's, long before you knew what it actually felt like. Your excited fingers quickly pressed 'Keep Reading' as your eyes scanned the screen and arousal pools at your core. You read for what felt like hours but was probably only fifteen minutes. God did you love this fic. It was your dream till this day to get fucked like that by Chan. Rough and unrelenting. Forceful and Primal. You knew he was capable of doing it but only if you asked and God knows that you were way too shy to do that. In your day dreamy haze you decided to send the fan fiction to yourself so that you could have easy access to it instead of scrolling all the way down your likes every time you wanted to read it. You hit share and then sent it to yourself on messenger. It took a matter of seconds to pass and for you to come out of your daydream to realize that you were thinking of Chan so much that you sent it to him. Your heart dropped into your ass and you swear that your brown skin turned bright red with embarrassment. What do you do? How do you come back from this?
You weren't thinking straight, I mean how could you? You just sent your fiance a smutty fanfiction about him. You weren't thinking, you couldn't, you felt dizzy with the pressure that was building up in your head. You thought that maybe you could stop him from seeing it. You opened messenger and tried to unsend it but it only gave you the option to unsend for yourself. It was then when your worst nightmare came true. Chan's small profile picture on the side dropped down to the message indicating that he had seen it. Your heart stopped or at least you think it did. What were you supposed to tell him? Yes, he knew you were a fan when he got with you but you felt like exposing him to your fangirl world would make him look at you like just that, a fan.
You decided to wait. You weren't even worried about being bored anymore because your imagination had been keeping you very very entertained not to mention on edge. You kept wondering if Chan read the fanfiction or if he just looked at it and laughed before starting to work again. Did he love you any less for sending him fan made work? Or maybe he loves you less for even looking at it. Either way you were pretty sure that you were doomed.
"Alright, I know that, that was way more than thirty minutes and I'm so fucking sorry about that. I just wanted the track to be perfect." You jump at the sound of Chan's voice as he makes his way over to you on the bed and sits down pulling your legs into his lap. "We could still order take out, you must be starving."
He smiles over at you and you know that you must look like a deer caught in headlights with how big your eyes are, yet he says nothing. His smile is unwavering and you can't fathom why. Didn't he see what you sent him? Isn't he disgusted?
"So…? Thai or maybe Italian? We haven't had that in awhile." Chan pulls out his phone and starts scrolling through uber eats mindlessly. "Chicken?"
You decide to take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. If he doesn't say anything about it than fuck it neither will you. Forcing a smile onto your face you try to scoot closer to him and get comfortable. He swiftly welcomes you into his arms and pulls you into his lap so that you can browse together.
"Chicken sounds good but now you got me wanting Italian." You add with a playful forced smile.
"Italian it is, mama." You freeze for a second staring over at your fiancé as he picks an Italian restaurant to order from. He never calls you that, why would he call you that? Are you overreacting? Maybe he just wanted to try something new.
"Do you want your usual?" He asks looking up at you and catching your confused gaze. "Are you alright? "
"Yeah… I'm, uh, fine." No. You were not fine. That was a big fat lie. You were confused but mostly turned on by the new term of endearment. You slowly pressed your thighs together as you heard it echo through your head. The fan fics you read earlier weren't helping either, you were already hot and bothered as it is then he goes and calls you that?
"So, your usual?" You nod your head yes and continue to let your mind race.
"Alright, it'll be here in 25 minutes. Do you wanna watch a movie or something while we wait?" You shrug mindlessly, staring past Chan's face. "Hey, are you alright? You seem off, baby."
Straightening up and looking down at him you smile and try your best to get out of your head, and that nearly works before Chan puts his hand on the back of your neck rubbing his finger along the soft sensitive skin on the side of your neck. "I'm okay" you choke out as the feeling of his big hand on your neck sends chills down your spine.
"Alright, well I'm here if you want to talk, mama." There he goes again. You press your thighs together quickly before getting up off of his lap.
"Let's watch TV, yeah?" Chan smiles over at you as he quickly and nonchalantly scans your entire body taking in your bare legs and lace covered core.
"Sounds good, baby."
The food came and went quickly since the two of you were hungrier than you realized. You watched various random television shows and finished the end of a movie that Chan swears used to be his favorite. The two of you decided to pack it in maybe fifteen minutes ago. You've already showered and changed into a more comfortable cotton pair of red panties and another one of your fiance's shirts. You slid into bed and stared up at the ceiling as you waited on Chan to finish up his shower. You had pretty much forgotten about today's fuck up since he hadn't brought it up to you. It also helped to distract yourself with TV and food but there was still a lingering feeling deep in your chest. Something was off, you just didn't know what. You had noticed that he was extra attentive while the two of you spent time together. He made continuous eye contact that you couldn't seem to keep up with and his hand kept finding its way to the back of your neck. Not to mention that damned name he kept calling you.
The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat up to ask Chan how his shower was but instantly went dry at the mouth when you took in the sight in front of you. His dark hair was wet, some strands sticking to his forehead. He was shirtless with nothing but Grey sweatpants on and bare feet.
Holy fuck
You couldn't help but to stare, how could you do anything else with a man like that in front of you. The three years that you've spent together should have prepared you to see him like this. Hell, you've seen all of this man and probably know him better than he knows himself but there was something about the way that he looked right now that just threw you off. It almost felt familiar to you, you just couldn't put a finger on it.
"Do you work tomorrow, baby?" He asked as he looked over at you from under the towel he was using to dry his hair.
"Uh, yeah I do." You could barely get that sentence out as your eyes locked with his. There was a particular gleam in his eye that you didn't quite recognize but you knew he was up to something.
"Hm, I better make this quick then. It would be irresponsible of me to keep you up all night." He throws the towel he was using over to the hamper and starts to slowly stalk over to the bed. "Don't you think so, mama?"
Your brain went to mush instantly as you took in his dark tone and even darker eyes. It was at this moment that you were sure he read it. Everything clicked for you now. The name, the touches, even his outfit, it all came from that one fanfiction.
He crawled onto the bed and over to you slowly like a lion hunting its prey. In an instant he was on top of you. Looking down at you with his burning brown eyes. You couldn't help but to look away and over to the side but that was no use. You felt as his hand slowly snaked up your body and his thumb and pointer finger rested on your chin turning your head to face him.
"What is it? Is my little kitty shy?" You pushed your thighs together involuntarily. "It's just me baby, don't worry, I'm going to take such good care of you. "
"Chan I-" He lifted his finger to stop you from talking.
"What's my name baby?" His tone was dark and demanding as he stared down at you. Dropping down to his forearm next to your head he moved in to whisper into your ear. "I want you to call me by my name when I ruin you."
You were breathless and paralyzed. You racked your brain for the right answer even though you knew exactly what it was. You've called him by his name before so why should this be any different? Why was this so different?
"Chris - Christopher." A dark chuckle left his lips as he lifted himself up to look into your eyes again.
"That's my girl." Turning your head to the side with one finger he wasted no time littering kisses and love bites all over the exposed skin milking small moans from your lips as you desperately pressed your thighs together. "So you want me to break you, huh? "
You freeze as you realize that he's reciting lines from the very fanfiction that you accidentally sent him.
"You want me to fuck you senseless, mama?" He lightly bites at your collarbone before licking up your neck and planting a kiss behind your ear.
"I can do that." His right hand snakes down your body, his nails digging in lightly as he makes his way to your clothed heat. "Oh, baby"
He harshly but slowly rubs on your clothed core taking in the wetness seeping through your panties.
"You're fucking soaked." His eyes burn into yours as he rubs you over your underwear. You try your best to maintain eye contact but you can't help but to let your eyelids flutter shut every time he caresses your clit. "Eyes on me, mama"
You force your eyes open and look up at Chris as he rubs tight circles around your clit using your arousal as lube against your panties. "Let me hear you."
It wasn't until then that you realized that you had been holding your breath. With a shaky sigh you let out a moan and then you just can't stop. The moans just kept falling from your lips and the sound only encouraged Chris to do more. Before you know it he's moved your panties to the side and is tracing lines up and down your slick cunt. He barely touches your clit as he tries to build you up as high as he can. The higher he can get you the harder the crash will be.
"You want to see what you do to me, Jagi?" You frantically nod in response earning a smile from Chris. He pulls his hand away from your core painfully slowly and sits up on his knees straddling you. In one swift motion he dips his sweatpants down and lets his thick cock free from its restraint. You've seen it a million times but right now it feels new. "Look at how hard you've got Daddy's dick."
A moan fell from your lips at the sound of his filthy words. He was always good at dirty talk but this was different. He was playing out a written fantasy right now and your pussy just couldn't take it.
"Chris, please." He looked down at you with furrowed brows as you begged.
"Please what, mama?" He asked as he began pumping his length slowly, teasingly.
"Fuck" you moaned at the sound and the sight in front of you. "Fuck me, please." A chuckle fell from his lips as he watched you squirm under him.
"You're so needy, baby." You groaned at him in frustration. Was he really going to tease you? He was already basically acting out a fanfiction right in front of you. Did he have to add the teasing? You rolled your eyes at him instinctively. You found yourself doing that a lot and usually he thought it was cute but today was different. You watched as his free hand dipped down and grabbed your face and he stared down at you silently for what felt like hours but were merely seconds.
"Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me?" He got off of you while keeping a firm grip on your face. "Someone needs to be put in their place.
Without another word he roughly guided you over to his exposed length and tapped the head of his cock on your red lips. "Open your mouth and suck this dick."
You were taken aback to say the least. Chan was the type of guy who was more of a soft dom and didn't demand you to do much, especially not in such a dark domineering tone. You couldn't stop yourself even if you tried. It's like a button was pressed and your mouth was open, your tongue out and ready to taste your fiancé. He smiled down at you and slowly slid his cock into your mouth filling you up to the hilt. His head fell back in euphoria and he hissed a curse into the air.
You bobbed your head slowly at first trying to get him used to the sensation of your mouth around him but clearly he had other plans.
"Come on, you can do better than that." Both of his hands found their way into your curly hair and gripped the root making sure to not pull too hard. He began guiding you and moving your head faster and faster each time you came up from the hilt. It wasn't long before you began to gag around him with every stroke, your eyes watering from the choking.
"Fuck, Mamas, that mouth is filthy." You looked up at him with your big watering eyes as he looked down at you with his dark ones. You wanted to make him feel good but right now his rough nature was making you weak for him. Could it be possible that you feel better than he does right now? Having your mouth be used for his pleasure could be the very thing that drives you over the edge.
He continued to guide your head up and down his shaft until he suddenly stopped. Pushing your head down to swallow him completely. He forced you to stay in place temporarily, cutting off your air supply and making you gag and choke around him.
"Be good, slut, take it." Your eyes began to water, tears flowing down your cheeks. He pulled you up off of him, completely freeing his cock from your mouth. You gasped as he watched you intently paying attention to your body language.
"What's your color?" You had almost forgotten about the Stoplight system that Chris put in place as safe words for you. You were too focused on your pleasure and his to remember much else.
"Green" He smiles down at you before taking one hand out of your hair and grabbing the back of your neck.
"Good" He sinks his cock back into your throat as he holds you down once again cutting off your air supply " You're such a good hole"
His moans and growls are what keep you going as you gag around him. He pulls you off once again before pushing you back onto the bed. You gasp at the sudden change as he grabs your ankles and pulls your ass to the edge of the bed. Wrapping your legs around him he leans down to finally kiss your wet lips. The kiss was passionate and rough like it was meant to mark you. This was the kiss of a man who wanted you to know who you belong to. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip asking for access that you gladly granted. His tongue explored your mouth. He tasted of sweet spearmint and the smell of his pheromones filled your nostrils. You hadn't even realized that you began grinding your clothed core on his exposed cock until he bit your lip with a hiss warning you to stop, but you couldn't. You needed him, you were desperate to feel him. If anything his warning only made you grind harder and faster against him. The feeling of his cockhead grinding against your clit was euphoric and you only wanted more as time went on.
"Naughty little toy." Chris growled as he broke the kiss. "If it's my dick that you want then that's what you're gonna get."
Grabbing the back of your thighs Chris swiftly picked you up and turned you both around so that you were against the wall. Your legs tightened around him as you squealed. You've done this position once or twice but it's been so long.
"I'm going to make you fall apart on my cock, mama." He buried himself into the crook of your neck being much rougher this time. He bites at the skin leaving marks that you're sure you'll have to cover up in the morning. He growled into your ear making you moan as you tried your best to grind against him. The both of you were growing impatient but you knew you couldn't move until Chris did.
Finally, he moves your panties to the side and teases your entrance with his cock. "Please, Chris, I need you so badly baby. Ruin me, please." A groan leaves his lips as he looks into your pleading eyes.
"You sound so pathetic, baby. You want to be fucked?" He slips his cock into you faster than he usually does but slow enough to allow you to adjust. "Here you go, kitty."
You cry out instantly moaning his name like your life depended on it. He bounced you on his cock picking up the pace with every stroke. He growled curse words in your ear every time you took him all the way, your walls tightening at the sensation.
"Shit, baby, you're so tight around me." Your head fell back against the wall in pure bliss. "Tell me you like it, let me hear you."
"You feel so fucking good Chris. You fuck me so good." Your praise only made him pick up the pace, turning your moans into gaspy screams.
"Fuck, oh my god, Chris… yes, please, yes. " Words mindlessly fell from your mouth as he pounded into you. Sweat dripping from his forehead as he fucked you senseless just as he promised.
"That's it, take it baby." His cock was hitting just the right spot and he stretched you out perfectly. The fact that this position felt so new to you didn't help to contain the arousal brimming over and spilling from your pussy. You felt a knot in your stomach and your toes started to burn as you got closer and closer to your release. That's when he said the magic words.
"Don't you dare fucking cum." The words came out as a breathy growl. It wasn't a demand this time, it was a threat. You whined as you tried your best to contain your growing orgasm but it just kept creeping up on you.
"Please, let me cum, Please Daddy I'm so close." He groaned at you calling him daddy, something he loved but would never admit to anyone else.
"Don't you dare." He growled again, making you whine. You tried, you really did but you just couldn't contain it. Your pussy clenched around him sucking him in like a vacuum and that's when he knew. " Y/N, don't you fucking cum"
That's all he had to say to throw you over the edge. The way he said your name with that darkness lingering on his tongue sent a shock straight to your clit. You couldn't stop it, you tried so hard but you couldn't stop. Your legs shook around him as your orgasm came crashing down. He didn't stop fucking you he only picked up the pace once he realized that you had cum. His thrusts were shorter and harder, he was punishing you.
"Oh, you've done it now." He fucked into you like he hadn't had sex in years. He'd gone feral for you and all you could do was cry out as your sensitive cunt got abused by his cock. To add fuel to the fire he snaked one of his hands in between the two of you to rub your sensitive clit as he pounded into you throwing you into an overstimulation spiral.
"Chris I- I can't take it." Tears welled up in your eyes as he made you feel so painfully good. It was so much but somehow you found yourself wanting more.
"Find a way to." Was all he said as he continued to abuse your aching cunt. "You should've listened."
His strokes were getting sloppier and his moans were getting louder as he felt you clench around him desperately. The knot in your core building up again.
"I'm going to fill you up so good." He moaned into your ear as his orgasm creeped up his spine. "Fuck, yes, I'm cumming baby. "
Just like that you felt Chan's warm sticky cum coat your walls. The same walls that were now sore and desperate for release again.
"Yes, thank you, daddy. Thank you." He fucked his cum into with a few more pumps before turning and laying you back onto the bed. You both panted, trying your best to catch your breath. You were in a daze, a happy cum drunk daze. You couldn't believe that he actually did what was in that fanfiction but God you were grateful.
"So, you want to be a disobedient whore, huh?" Your eyes shoot open as your fiancé's dark tone catches your attention. "You needed to cum, right?"
You slowly shake your head yes and a knowing smile is painted on Chan's face. "Then here." His hand pops against your pussy spanking it as his cum drips from your wet hole.
"Cum again." Chris drops to his knees teasingly slow and pulls you closer to him by your thighs.
"Chris I- .. Fuck." Before you can finish your sentence his tongue runs a hot stripe up your cunt. He groans as he tastes both you and himself in the mixture of arousal. "Oh my gosh"
He continues to lick and taste you wrapping his lips around your swollen and sensitive clit. His tongue flicks at the nub with slow and firm pressure keeping up his rhythm as he circles your clit. You turn into a hip bucking mess at the amount of pleasure you are feeling right now. It's so much but you want more. Your hands find a home in Chris' wet hair as you start to grind into his mouth. He hums his approval in response as he moves his head back and forth to give you more friction, the perfect formula. You feel your orgasm creep up your legs and it's moving faster and stronger than any one you've ever had before. Your vision goes dark and the grip you have on Chris' hair tightens as you scream for him.
"Fuck, Chris, I'm cumming." Your high washes over you like a storm. Your body shaking against his mouth as he continues to fuck you with his tongue helping you ride out your orgasm. High pitched moans leave your lips and you struggle against his tongue as it continues to taste you. Your vision starts to go white when he finally lets go of his hold over you.
"Such a greedy slut." Chris chuckles as you try your best to catch your breath.
"Are you alright? " He asks as he pulls up his sweatpants and plops down next to you pulling you into his arms. "Take it slow, in and out, baby. "
"I- I'm fine" you finally get out in a breathy reply.
"Good, you were amazing, Jagi" He pulls you into a tight hug and you turn to put your leg over his body as you finally find a comfortable breathing rhythm.
"You were better." Chris smiles down at you with knowing eyes.
"Well, you have your little fan fiction to thank for that. I would've never been that rough with you otherwise. I didn't realize that you like being bossed around so much. " A blush creeps up on your cheeks as you hide your face at the mention of the fanfiction. You had almost forgotten about it.
"I'm so embarrassed. I never meant to send you that."
"Hey, don't be embarrassed." He lifts your chin so that your eyes meet his. "I'm glad you accidentally sent it to me. I want to please you in every way that I can and if you want it a little rougher in the bedroom that's fine. I can do that for you. I'm happy to please you, Y/N"
"Did you enjoy it too?" Chris laughs with a wide smile and nods his head.
"Hell yeah I did. You felt amazing and I really liked topping you like that."
"Good" You say with a blush.
"Okay, well, it's one in the morning so we need to get some sleep but first I know you've gotta be thirsty."
"Yeah, my throat is pretty dry."
"Great, I'll get us some water before round two." With a smile Chris jumps up out of bed and jogs out of the room and down to the kitchen leaving you yelling behind him.
"What do you mean round two?!" You plop your head down on the bed and sigh with a smile. "This fan fiction has created a monster
summary: you and your husband share a slow, late-night dance in the kitchen while the kids are asleep
pairing: dad!lee know x mom!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1548 words
a/n: hii my puddings~ I'm so sorry for being inactive, things have been tough lately... I wrote this soft husband lino fic for a little comfort, and I hope you guys enjoy ♡
Dad!SKZ Masterlist
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The Kids: Eldest Son (Mingi - 8 years old), Middle Daughter (Minjung - 5 years old), Youngest Son (Minhyuk - 3 years old)
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It was a Friday night, and you were glad the hectic week was finally over. Tomorrow you could actually sleep in because your husband would be home, which meant he’d handle the kids in the morning and then crawl back into bed to cuddle you until noon.
Giddy at the thought, you began your nightly mission of putting the kids to sleep. It always ended the same way. First, you’d put your eldest son, Mingi, to bed while Minho handled Minjung and Minhyuk’s tooth-brushing chaos down the hall.
Mingi was eight so he claimed he didn’t need bedtime routines anymore, yet every night you still found him asleep in the most inconvenient position possible — today he was sprawled diagonally with half his blanket on the floor. His desk lamp was still on, lighting the comic book resting face-down beside his pillow.
You padded across the room and picked the book up, slid a bookmark between the pages, and set it neatly on his desk. Then you switched off the light and pulled the blanket back over him.
He stirred slightly. “Mommy…”
“Goodnight baby,” you whispered, smoothing his hair.
His fingers brushed your wrist before he settled again. “Goodnight.”
You left his door slightly open and moved down the hall.
Minho was already there, gently herding Minjung and Minhyuk toward their shared room. He caught your eye and winked.
You winked back and stepped forward, slipping your hands under Minhyuk’s little arms and taking Minjung’s hand.
“I got it, jagiya,” you said, guiding the two of them toward their room.
Minho leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I’ll wash the dishes.”
“I’ll join you in a minute,” you replied with a smile, still holding Minhyuk in your arms as Minjung waddled beside you.
“Take your time,” he said knowingly, because he knew you never actually did.
Inside the room, Minjung climbed onto her bed immediately, arranging her blanket and clutching her Leebit plushie. You carefully set Minhyuk down in his toddler bed, tucking him in and smoothing his blanket.
You kissed Minhyuk’s forehead first. “Goodnight, little bear.”
Then you went to Minjung, making sure her blanket was just right and gave her a quick kiss on the temple.
“Goodnight, my star.”
“Night, mommy,” Minjung smiled sleepily.
You turned off the main light, leaving the soft star projector glowing across the ceiling, and quietly stepped out.
You checked on Mingi once more, this time he was sprawled sideways across his bed like a fallen starfish. You chuckled, then you glanced back at Minjung and Minhyuk’s shared room again, they were both asleep, breathing evenly, tucked safely under their blankets.
The house was finally quiet. You stood in the hallway for a moment, listening to the silence you’d worked so hard to earn. Satisfied, you finally made your way downstairs to your husband.
Minho was almost finished drying the last stack of plates when you walked into the kitchen.
The sink was finally empty, the counters wiped, and he stood there in the soft kitchen light, sleeves pushed up, carefully placing the final plate into the cabinet.
You stepped behind him slowly and snaked your arms around his waist, your cheek resting against his back as you gently swayed him side to side.
He stilled for half a second then relaxed immediately.
“You took forever,” he murmured, not turning around.
You chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“You always check them three extra times,” he said quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Someone has to do quality control,” you replied, nuzzling lightly against his back.
His hands rested over yours. “Everything pass?”
You hummed. “Needs improvement.”
“Oh?” His voice dipped, amused. “Where exactly?”
You squeezed him lightly. “Their sleeping position, it’s like a starfish style… just like their daddy.”
He gasped, mock-offended. “I do not sleep like a starfish!”
You laughed softly, pressing your chest against his back. “I love it though… even when you hog all the blankets.”
He finally turned in your arms, one brow raised. “You’re flirting with me in my own kitchen?”
“Your kitchen?” you scoffed softly. “I cooked.”
“I supervised.”
“You stole carrots while supervising.”
He grinned, unashamed. “Quality testing.”
You nudged his chest. “You’re lucky I like you.”
He leaned a little closer. “Just like?”
You pretended to think.
He poked your cheek. “Yah! Careful.”
You laughed quietly, and his hand found your waist, thumb absentmindedly tracing small circles.
For a moment neither of you moved, you were just standing there in the warm light, the faint hum of the refrigerator the only sound left in the house.
“I’m parched,” you said softly, slipping past him and bumping him lightly as you reached for a glass, the playful tension lingering between you.
You were pouring water in your glass as he reached past you to the small speaker sitting beside the fruit bowl and tapped his phone. A familiar soft guitar intro filled the kitchen, Still the One by Shania Twain playing softly from his phone.
You paused mid-sip.
“Seriously?” you said, already smiling.
Minho shrugged, a little sheepish but pretending not to be. “It came on the radio earlier in the car. Reminded me of our dating days.”
“This is our song, Min,” you said softly, letting the warmth of the moment sink in.
He nodded and held out his hand. “Come here, jagiya.”
You looked down at his palm — long fingers, a faint scar across one knuckle from the time he’d struggled putting Minhyuk’s car seat — and slid yours gently into his.
He pulled you gently toward him until your feet bumped his. The kitchen floor was cool under your bare soles. His hand slid to your waist, warm and steady, thumb rubbing absent circles like he always did.
Neither of you spoke when the vocals began.
You rested your forehead lightly against his shoulder. He swayed once, awkward at first, then found a slow rhythm.
You’d danced together plenty over the years. Weddings, birthdays, once in a parking lot when it started raining and he refused to run inside. But this was different. It was so incredibly soft and intimate, it was just the refrigerator humming, the curtains shifting in the late night air, and the weight of his hand at your back.
“You’re shorter at night,” he murmured into your hair.
“You’re taller because you’re slouching less.”
“I don’t slouch.”
“You definitely slouch.”
He nudged your foot with his. “I carry three children daily. That’s called structural damage.”
You huffed softly, then sighed contently. His arm tightened just a little. Tiredness clung to both of you, but not unpleasantly. More like the quiet after a long day well spent.
Your fingers hooked into the back of his hoodie.
“Remember when Mingi wouldn’t sleep unless you sang to him?” You recalled fondly.
“He still won’t sometimes.”
“No, now he pretends he doesn’t need it but stands in the doorway of his younger siblings’ room when you sing to them.”
Minho chuckled under his breath. The vibration traveled straight through your cheek where it rested against him.
“He thinks I don’t notice.”
The song continued playing softly in the background and when it reached the line “looks like we made it,” Minho’s thumb slowed on your waist.
“Feels strange sometimes,” he said quietly. “We were just… us. And now there are three whole people walking around because of us.”
You leaned back enough to look at him.
In the dim light, his expression was softer than he ever let anyone else see. The sharpness he carried outside — the teasing confidence, the easy sarcasm — was gone. Just warmth and the faint tiredness under his eyes.
“You’re a good dad,” you said.
He immediately grimaced. “Don’t say it like that. Sounds official.”
“It’s true.”
He looked away toward the sink, suddenly shy. “You’re a good mom.”
“That sounded even more official.”
You both snickered. Then he spun you slowly and pulled you back in, and you let out a surprised yelp.
“Lee Minho!” You playfully scolded him.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, his forehead brushing yours.
“I love you too,” you replied, leaning in and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
The song reached the chorus, the house fell into silence again and you could hear the kitchen clock ticking and somewhere a car passed outside.
Minjung made a tiny sleepy sound through the wall making both of you freeze then almost instantly it was silent again.
Minho exhaled quietly.
“Crisis averted.”
You laughed softly into his hoodie.
He pressed his lips to the top of your head. “Hey,” he said after a moment.
“Mm?”
“You know… when we’re old…”
You looked at him curiously.
“…we’ll probably still be awake after them. Even when they’re adults. I don’t think that part stops.”
You imagined it — grown children visiting, lights off again, this same kitchen older but unchanged in feeling.
“Then you’ll still make me dance?” you asked.
He pulled back just enough to look at you.
“I’ll complain about my knees first,” he said. “But yeah.”
You squeezed his hand. For a moment, you just stood there, swaying to nothing.
Pairing: Poly!OT8SKZ x Fem!Reader
Universe: Omegaverse/soulmate AU
summary: After spending most of your life searching for your mates you discover that they all found eachother first
Series info
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven (coming soon!)
Christmas came under lights too clean to be trusted. Neon bled into sweat, bass rattled bone, and bodies pressed close enough to forget names. He danced because standing still invited thinking. Hands slid over his shoulders, down his back, familiar as muscle memory. Fake snow hissed out of vents and died before it hit the floor. Later, the night folded into heat and perfume and limbs that didn’t ask questions. He slept because it was offered. Woke alone. That felt right.
By the time the noise faded, wood and dust took its place. The bar was scarred, the mirror worse. His palms ached from a day of wrestling stubborn ground, coaxing death out of dirt that had no care. A paper wreath sagged over the bar, cuttings shedding onto the counter. He drank slowly, letting the liquor settle like a stone. Outside, the field slept under frost. Inside, men laughed too loudly. Christmas didn’t dress itself up here. It just showed up and waited to be endured.
Smoke hung thick enough to chew. Cards snapped down, money followed. The room glittered — cheap jewelry, sharp smiles, dresses cut to invite trouble. Luck leaned his way, and he didn’t push it off. Each win earned him cheers, weight on his knee, fingers tracing his jaw like he was something gold. A horn mangled a carol in the corner. He laughed and spent the night hard, because tomorrow could take care of itself. Christmas was just another excuse to feel full.
Then there was ash. Quiet. Gray drifting down like snow that forgot how to be kind. He stood in a field burned past use, a bottle loose in his hand. The world smelled empty. A weight touched his shoulders, steady and familiar. He didn’t turn at first. When he did, there was no one. Just ash and silence. James took another swig and let Christmas go.
