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Finding My Pack Masterlist

Alpha!OT7 & Omega!Reader

Genre: Fated Mates, Omegaverse, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Series Warnings: Omega Abuse (Not By OT7), Fated Mates/Soulmates, Scent Sympathy, Sunshine!FMC, Knotting, Smut, MMMMMMMF, MMMF, MMF, MF, Breeding Kink, Cursing, Dom!OT7, Sub!Reader

This book can be found on Patreon. A chapter is released every Sunday!

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13.

Chapter 14.

Chapter 15.

Chapter 16.

Chapter 17.

Chapter 18.

Chapter 19.

Chapter 20.

Chapter 21.

Chapter 22.

Chapter 23.

Chapter 24.

Chapter 25.

Chapter 26.

Chapter 27.

Chapter 28.

Chapter 29.

Chapter 30.

Chapter 31.

Chapter 32.

Pack Appreciation Day (Thanksgiving Special)

Chapter 33.

Chapter 34.

Chapter 35.

Chapter 36.

Merry Maker Day (Christmas Special)

Chapter 37.

Chapter 38.

Chapter 39.

Chapter 40.

Chapter 41.

Chapter 42.

Chapter 43.

Chapter 44.

Chapter 45.

Chapter 46.

Chapter 47.

Chapter 48.

Chapter 49.

Chapter 50.

Chapter 51.

Chapter 52.

Chapter 53.

Chapter 54.

Chapter 55.

Chapter 56

Chapter 57 / Epilogue 1

Chapter 58 / Epilogue 2 / Happy Father’s Day Special

Chapter 59 / Epilogue 3.

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A Lions Pride

Mafia Leader!Jimin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Dark Romance, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Series Warnings: Death (On Page), Blood (On Page), Excessive Cursing, Excessive Alcohol Intake, Smoking (Cigarettes and Cigars), MCD, Dark Romance, Dom!Jimin, Sub!Kitten, Guns, Knives, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Anti-Heroes

A/N: This book is dark. I mean, it is a mafia book but it is going to test everything you know about Jimin and Kitten. Jimin is NOT a good man, we know this. We know what he does for a living. Some things Jimin or Kitten will do will have no remorse and once we understand this, we can truly enjoy their journey. Good luck, squad~ Enjoy the ride~!

Chapter Warnings: Car Chase, Possessive!Jimin, Daddy!Kink, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Hair Leash, Fellatio, Deep Throating, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie

Chapter 1. 

Your body clock is not working properly. You should have already been up by now, waiting for the alarm to go off so you can get out of bed. But this morning, you're roused by the loud screeching of your alarm with a wince.

Tilting your body towards the noise, your hand raises only to slam down on the device with a sharp thud.

Your eyes open blearily only to take in the paintings you've acquired over your years of marriage.

"Easy, kitten," your husband grumbles, wrapping his arm around you and burying his face into your neck.

"I have to get up," you whisper, clearing your throat of sleep.

"No," Jimin breathes defiantly, curling his hand around your waist, "Stay. I'll get the cubs to school."

"It's Wednesday, it's your day to rest."

Jimin lifts his head lazily, one eye opening to take you in as the sun begins to rise and highlight your bedroom in beautiful colors.

"You're five months pregnant, you should rest."

"Don't tell me what to do," you whisper, booping his nose and throwing the covers off of your body.

Running a hand through his hair, he grabs your pillow as you rise only to pull it towards himself.

Even after all these years together, you're still the most beautiful woman your husband has ever had the pleasure of knowing. He is the luckiest son of a bitch and he'll be damned if you don't know it.

"Kitten, have I ever told you how hot you are?"

You hum gently, feigning confusion. Standing tall, you stretch out your limbs which are achy and dull with pregnancy pains.

"Not enough," you chirp playfully, grabbing your robe.

"You're very hot, baby," your husband breathes into the pillow below his face.

"You're pretty hot, too, daddy," you quip, heading to the bathroom.

Your husband groans long and low, lifting his head as you shut the door. "Don't get me excited when you're leaving!"

"Hawon," you breathe, blinking at your nine year old daughter as she steals one of Hana's pieces of toast.

"What? She's not gonna eat it," she mumbles, with a full mouth.

"What did we say about talking with your mouth full?" Jimin inquires, making himself known as he waltzes around the breakfast bar.

He kisses your temple, grabbing his coffee cup. "Thank you, Chae."

The sweet maid simply nods, going back to cleaning the oven.

"Talking with your mouth full makes you choke to death," Minseok announces, looking up from his Nintendo Switch.

"Who told you that?!" your husband cries, choking on his coffee.

"Uncle Yoongi!" Hana cheers, grabbing her orange juice.

You can only roll your eyes, nudging your husband with a scoff.

Raising children in a family of gun runners and murders isn't as easy as one might think.

"I'll talk to him," he promises, taking a sip of his coffee and sighing.

"Mom?" Hana asks, swinging her legs sweetly.

"Hmm," you hum, wiping Sejeong's messy mouth as he grabs handfuls of scrambled eggs.

"Why are you having a stinky boy and not a girl?" your youngest daughter breathes.

"Girls are stinky! Not us! You smell!" Minseok retorts, pointing his finger at his little sister.

"Do we point at people? Is that nice?" you ask your son as Jimin grabs his little hand.

Your husband bites down on his index finger gingerly, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Girls are still stinky," Seok huffs, folding his arms.

Mornings are always filled with this sort of family banter and Jimin loves it, if he's being honest. There's something so satisfying about seeing his family grow and interact and love one another. For years he never expected to be able to have something like this and now the head Lion finally has it all.

Running his hand over your pregnant belly, he sets down his coffee.

"Daddy?" Hawon chirps, grabbing her glass of milk and looking up from her book.

"Hmm, princess?" he breathes, looking over at her.

"Can I have twenty dollars?"

"For what?" he asks, pushing some hair back behind her ear.

"There's this new book at the school fair today about the reference and identification of the most significant amphibians, reptiles and mammals. I'd like to read it."

You can only smirk at her wide eyes, how excited she gets about reading. You were never studious and neither was Jimin, so you constantly question where this big brained daughter came from late at night during your pillow talks.

"Nerd," Minseok breathes, burying his face back in his game.

"You're a nerd," Hawon mumbles, holding out her hand and smiling widely.

Jimin kisses the top of her head and opens up one of the multitude of hiding spots of money only to produce a twenty dollar bill for his daughter.

"Can I have twenty?" Hana beams, holding out her own small hand.

Your husband chuckles deeply, the sound soothing your soul.

"What does my six year old girl need?"

"...Ice cream?"

Snorting softly, you pass Sejeong his sippy cup as he wobbles pleasantly within his high chair.

"I'll buy you ice cream later, I promise," her father whispers, kissing her forehead.

Turning your head to the clock, you stand up straight. "Alright, let's go. School time."

"Uuuugh," Minseok groans, jumping off the bar stool and slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Hey, mister," Jimin breathes, putting a hand on his son's shoulder, "it's too early for an attitude. If the school calls me again today, I'm taking your Switch away. Understood?"

"Mkay," Seok murmurs, pouting at you.

"Come on," you breathe, handing the bib over to Jimin and kissing his temple.

"Be careful driving. Take care of my little man in there," he whispers, running a hand over your stomach, "I love you. Love you kids!"

Your children mumble their love as they leave your large penthouse apartment and you give him a quick kiss on the lips before following after them.

"Jeong, when you get older you're gonna be a good boy, right?" your husband asks your smallest baby, getting down to his height and sipping his coffee.

The baby sputters his tongue and lips almost as if answering the question perfectly and Chae laughs, grabbing some bowls off of the breakfast bar.

Jimin narrows his eyes at his son and pinches his chubby cheek sweetly.

There's something about your days being so regimented that it brings you peace. Albeit, they can be a little boring but after your years of excitement -- boring is welcome.

You like hearing about Hawon's day and how she secretly whispers to you about a boy she likes in her class so Jimin doesn't hear. You like hearing about Minseok's adventures in pissing off Ms. Choi even though you'll have to chide him for it later. And you enjoy hearing about Hana's day as she tells you new words she learned and childish but fun science experiments.

But there are some days, like now, that the Vixen is pulled out of you by force.

Jimin wanted his kids to go to an esteemed, rich private school where a bunch of other mafia families drop their kids off for the day. He wants them to have a good education and understand that at the end of the day you need to work hard for your money like you both have.

After dropping them off, you round the corner to head to Hyunah's new restaurant when a brawl catches your eye.

Busan streets can be dangerous but they shouldn't be dangerous at eight o'clock in the morning. And you would have driven right by if a very, very familiar brand on some of the boy's necks weren't showing.

Slowing the Escalade down, your hand makes a fist and you punch the glove box open wordlessly. Grabbing your gun, you aim it at the window as it slowly lowers.

"You fucking pussy! Don't you dare ever touch my girl, you understand me?!"

Oh good, they aren't fighting about guns.

Whistling sharply, you stop your car in front of the eight men.

They angle their heads low to look in and when the four Lions spot you, they stand up straighter.

One of them catches your eye immediately and you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Who the fuck are you pointing a gun at, bitch? You b--" the man is cut off as the Lions tackle him to the ground.

"Oh," you breathe, looking down at your nails.

Shutting off your car, you climb out with a sigh.

The streets are quiet this morning and you count your stars that no ordinary person is passing by this old run down street at the moment. They might see something unfortunate that could scar them for life.

Rounding the car hood, you click your teeth softly.

"My little Lions, it's too early for this. You're gonna make me late for brunch," you hiss, smacking the Lion you know the closest upside the head.

"Noona, I'm so sorry," he whines, rubbing the back of his head as he cringes.

"Hoonie," you sigh, twirling your gun around your finger.

You watch with bored eyes as the men continue to fight and when one of them looks over at you, Sanghoon shields your body with his own.

"Who are you imbeciles anyway?" you inquire, motioning your hand for Hoon to stop all this nonsense.

"They're under Oh Byung, they're Hyenas and one of them touched my fucking girl like she was a piece of meat!" one of your Lion's hisses, being tugged away from the fray.

You look over your boys with a sigh, they're beaten bloody with split lips and black eyes but the Hyenas look even worse and you can deal with that.

Holding your gun up, you tilt your head.

It's only when a police car passes by that the Hyenas know who they're dealing with. They begin to smile at your audaciousness, hearing the siren as you hold your gun up in broad daylight but they begin to wither when you tilt your head slowly to the cop car.

"Hands up!" one of the police officer's screams, jumping out of the car.

You hold your hands up and flash them the tattoo on your wrist.

"Oh! Mrs. Park, good morning! These men troubling you?"

Twirling your finger, your Lions show their brands to the cops and they step behind you as you look down at your nails once more.

"Yes, they are. I'm late for brunch now because of these stupid morons. I'm pregnant, hungry and tired," you breathe, passing Sanghoon your gun.

He sheathes it under his belt and you sigh loudly once more.

"Do you want us to take them in?" the officer asks.

You look them over, they seem drunk and strung out and it wouldn't be in your best interest to get into a turf war with Oh Byung who you've never even met before.

"No," you surmise, heading back to your car.

"But, Madam! They touched my g--"

The Lion stops themself when you simply tilt your head. "If you have a concern about it, you can bring it up to my husband at the meeting tomorrow. You can ask for vengeance then. I, however, as I have said countless times already, am late for brunch. Do you expect me to have to stand here on some random filthy street while you exact your revenge and I'll have to clean it up for you by having to parley with Oh Byung?"

The sharpness of your voice makes the Lions wince and the Hyenas stare down at you in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Madam. I'll bring up the matter tomorrow evening. I apologize."

You hum in agreement, rounding the car.

"Officers, good morning. Sanghoon, get your fucking ass in this car before I kill you myself," you hiss, opening the door and climbing in.

"Yes, noona," he whispers, rushing over to the passenger side and slapping a Hyena on the cheek in passing.

Peeling away from the curb, you watch in the rear view mirror as the police begin to split up both of the groups and you roll your eyes with a sigh.

"You're better than that, Hoonie," you chide the flower boy.

With a whine, he leans over to put his hand on your growing bump. "I didn't even do anything, noona. It wasn't my fault."

Most of the Lions know just how much you adore this younger man, since you've raised him from just a mere pickpocket to the brute he is now. Everyone knows he's your favorite.

"You're supposed to be keeping them in line, not letting them fight in the middle of the street on a random Wednesday morning! C'mon, Hoonie, you need to be smarter than that!"

With a sigh, he nods and pulls away from you. "I'm sorry, noona. I'll be better."

"Yeah, you better be."

Stepping into the restaurant, you nod your head to the hostess and she smiles at you widely.

"Mrs. Park, good morning! Hyunah is waiting for you in the private room!"

You hum in agreement, taking off in the direction without a word.

As you walk, you don't feel the familiar presence of the man you just picked up off the street and when you turn around to look at him, you roll your eyes.

"Sanghoon!"

There the handsome man stands, leaning against the hostess podium with a toothpick between his teeth. His smirk is broad and handsome as he flirts with the girl. He looks over at you quickly, watching how your eyebrow raises and your hands come crashing down on your hips.

"Call me," he quips to the hostess, jogging to be by your side.

"I am gonna shoot you," you hiss at him, turning on your heel.

"Come on, noona. She was pretty hot," he breathes, pushing the room door open.

"You think everyone is hot," you scoff, smiling at Hyunah and taking off your sunglasses.

"Little Lion causing big trouble?" your friend teases, leaning over the table to kiss your cheek.

"Clearly. Morning, gorgeous," Yoongi breathes, kissing your temple and smacking Sanghoon upside the head.

"Ow!" Hoon whines, falling into his chair beside you and folding his arms.

Yoongi pulls out your chair for you and when you sit down, he stands behind you like always.

It's a weird dynamic Hyunah and him have now as their years go on. You expect him to always be by her side but that's never the case. He's always behind you, he's always been your confidante and your right hand man. You would have expected things to change but they never do.

Lighting a cigarette, your older friend leans back in her chair.

"Can you eat? Are you sick with this one?" she asks, ashing her cigarette.

"This baby is very good so far," you reply, throwing the word at her.

She hums in agreement, pouring herself a glass of sangria.

"What do you want to drink?" Yoongi inquires over your shoulder.

"Sparkling water," you reply.

"Hoon," your right hand man calls, leaving the room.

You watch them both leave and you quip an eyebrow to Hyunah as she sips her drink.

"Lioness…" she begins, crossing her legs, "promise me something."

Her voice is low with sorrow and you sigh.

"What'd you read in your tea leaves this time?" you jeer, folding your arms.

She doesn't smile, she doesn't take your words lightly like you expect her to. She just exists in the same space and it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Promise me you will always take care of Yoongi and the Lees. Can you do that for me?"

The tip of your tongue runs over your bottom lip and you pull the petal into your mouth to peel some skin off. She's deadly serious and it courses concern through your bones.

"Hyunah… What're you talki-"

"I said," she hisses, venomously, leaning forward, "promise me that you will look after my fucking family."

"You know I will. You know I promise," you breathe, confused.

She gives a small sigh of relief then. "I knew you would, I just needed to hear it."

"Care to tell me what's going on?" you inquire, watching the doors open up once more.

"No. I do not," she mumbles, pulling from her cigarette.

You watch the smoke shroud her face like some sort of ethereal veil and you clear your throat when Yoongi puts the water in front of you.

"Where's Sanghoon?" you mumble, grabbing the water.

"Hitting on the hostess," your friend replies.

You watch his eyes flicker over to his wife as he sits down and you can see an animosity in his irises that makes you want to shudder.

This man for the past nine years has loved his wife so completely and so confidently that this random flit of anger has you seemingly confused.

It wasn't like this last week or even four days ago when you last saw them.

Four days ago, Yoongi was all over Hyunah at one of your meetings and now he doesn't even seem to want to look at her.

"Let's order," the head of the Lees breathes, burning out her cigarette.

Yoongi wafts the smoke away from your face and when Hyunah gets up to leave the room, you search his eyes for understanding.

"Don't," he warns you softly, coursing his rough hands over his face.

"Yoon-"

"I said don't," he hisses, smacking the table roughly.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you put your hand to your stomach and he swallows thickly as his eyes follow your hand. "Just leave it alone. Please, Y/N, for me. Just leave it."

"I'm just confused," you whisper, leaning towards him.

He gives a short, full laugh only to roll his eyes moments later. "Yeah, you're not the only fucking one."

"You can talk to me, Yoongi. You know that don't you?"

He takes a short breath between his teeth, running a hand over the back of your head. "I know. But there's nothing to talk about, okay? Hyunah is just being Hyunah and while it hurts me to say it… She has to handle her own problems. She doesn't want to talk to me."

You cringe softly at his pained voice and you can only sip your water as the Vixen who brought you up in the world reenters the room. She watches her husband pull away from you and clearing her throat, she sits back down.

"I ordered you porridge, you're too skinny with this baby," she breathes, grabbing her linen napkin and draping it over her lap.

"Thank you," you reply kindly, folding your arms.

You wouldn't be the woman you are if you didn't try to get to the bottom of this. And knowing yourself, you will get answers whether they like it or not.

"Noona, I have a gun run," Hoon breathes, looking down at his Rolex.

"Then go," you muse, stepping out of the restaurant with Yoongi by your side.

Sanghoon gives an expedient nod, kissing your cheek goodbye and taking off immediately.

"That kid walks around like he owns this fucking city," your friend huffs, watching the Lion walk away.

"Oh, leave him alone," you laugh, shoving his shoulder.

"That's exactly why he acts that way. Because he knows how much you love him and how cute you think he is," Yoongi chides, opening the car door for you.

"He is cute," you agree, "I raised him."

The gun runner rolls his eyes, rounding the car and when he climbs in beside you, you simply blink at him.

"I said, don't start. Why are you starting?" he hisses, narrowing his eyes at you.

"I didn't say anything," you mutter, holding a hand up as you start the car.

"I can see it in your little Vixen face. 'What's wrong with her, Yoongi?' 'Why are you acting like this, Yoongs?' 'Please tell me!' Stop," the Lion grunts, folding his arms.

"Well if you can see it then answer," you breathe, pulling away from the curb.

"Y/N!" Yoongi yells, slapping his hand against the dashboard, "I told you already, she won't fucking talk to me about it! God, when you're pregnant, you're so fucking nosy. Shit!"

Stepping on the brakes, you watch him brace himself against the dash and you widen your eyes at him.

Grabbing the collar of his suit jacket, you pull him to you with hardened eyes.

"You don't take an attitude with me, Min Yoongi. It's not my fault that your wife is being silent. Don't you dare be this way to me. Do you understand?!"

The gun runner sighs, closing his eyes and pushing your hand off of him gently. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm stressed out and I shouldn't take it out on you. You're just trying to help."

"If you need to take your anger out somewhere, you call Jina for one of the Golden Cage girls. You don't ever talk to me like that!"

"Fierce Vixen," he mumbles, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes.

The drive is silent for a while longer before Yoongi pulls out his gun and begins to clean it beside you.

When the Lion's are fucked up in the brain, when they're trying to work things out, they clean their guns. It's something they've picked up from Jimin after all these years.

"How many blocks have we driven?" Yoongi inquires, looking up from his lap.

"Uhhh, fifteen or so? Why?" you ask in return, tilting your head towards him.

"Make a left," he whispers, reassembling his gun with fast fingers.

You do as told, looking through the mirror behind you.

When a car turns the corner with you, you swallow thickly.

"Make a right," he breathes, pulling out the gun cartridge and counting the bullets.

Once again, you do as told and the car follows you.

"We have a tail," he announces, pulling out the burner phone.

Cracking your neck, you keep your eyes on the road as he calls someone.

There hasn't been anything like this to happen to your family yet in Busan and in a way it finally feels like you're being welcomed to the big city. No matter how fucked up it sounds.

"Park."

Your husband's voice is soothing and commanding on the other end of the line. Any nerves you would have begun to feel simply slink back into the recesses of your mind.

"Min," your friend announces, cocking his gun. "I'm with Y/N. We have a tail."

You can hear Jimin take a sharp breath between his teeth and you glance at the rear view mirror once more.

"They're gaining," you mutter, pressing your foot down on the gas pedal.

"Yoongi, you better look after my wife and baby, do you fucking hear me?!" Jimin yells.

You can hear the anxiousness in his voice and you find yourself smirking as the head Lion crawls out of his den at a steady pace.

"I hear you," Yoongi replies, putting the phone down on your lap.

"Kitten," your husband calls to you.

"I'm here," you promise, turning a sharp corner and bracing yourself.

"Kitten, are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you?"

"I'm a big girl now, Chim. I can handle a little car chase."

"Watch our baby boy," he pleads and you can just picture him staring out the window and running his fingers through his thick black locks.

Narrowing your eyes at the license plate, you take another sharp turn.

52 -- 5087

You relay the numbers and Yoongi nods dutifully as he puts them in his phone.

"Watch the fucking--" Yoongi screams, looking up from his phone.

"Kitten?!" Jimin yells nervously.

"God! Relax!" you yell back, turning the car away from oncoming traffic.

"Baby, please, be careful!" your husband whines loudly.

"You're acting like pussies! Holy shit!" you laugh, turning down a dirt road and stepping hard on the breaks.

"She always acts so fucking tough when she's pregnant like the baby is her shield or some shit!" Yoongi curses, shoving open the door and aiming his gun at the oncoming car.

"He better watch his fucking mouth," you hear your husband scoff.

Grabbing the phone off your lap, you also grab your gun and climb out of the car.

Holding the phone to your ear, you aim at the SUV.

"Jimin, earlier this morning some Lions were fighting with Hyenas. They might be trying to scare us or try to exact revenge," you calmly tell your husband.

"And let me guess," your husband hisses, "your favorite little boy was amongst them!"

Once the SUV stops and the doors swing open, Yoongi fires a warning shot high into the air.

"You step out of that car, I'm gonna put a fucking bullet in your goddamn skull! Do you hear me?!" your right hand man screams at the top of his lungs.

"Tell me where you are," Jimin pleads.

"Oh, baby," you coo softly, "don't worry about us, we'll be home soon. Can you ask Mirae to make me ginger tea?"

"Kitten, please. Tell me where you are and I'll kill these fuckers myself."

You ignore your husband, aiming your gun when a head pops up from the driver's side door.

Yoongi fires one more shot and the head ducks.

"You Lions are stepping on territory that don't belong to you!"

Yoongi chuckles, leaning against the car and closing one eye.

"We own all of Busan now! You go run and tell your boss that if he wants to act big then he can do it at a parley! You shoot either one of us, your whole family is gonna fucking die! Think carefully!"

You hum in amusement, climbing back into the car and brushing off your dress.

"See, I told you I'll be home soon," you tell your husband.

"Back the fuck up! Or I will shoot you where you stand!" you hear your friend scream.

You lean over the middle console and shove his door open for him as you begin to slowly back the Escalade out of the dirt road.

Yoong climbs back into the car, lowering his window and angling his body out of it. Holding up his gun, he flicks his hand and when the SUV starts to back out, he begins to laugh.

"I wish someone would give me a fucking reason to shoot them! Lord knows I could do with some stress relief right now!" he screams at the top of his lungs.

"What the fuck is wrong with him?" Jimin inquires, curiously.

"See you when I get home?" you ask happily, pulling out of the dirt road and shooting one of the van's wheels with a wide smile.

"I'll be waiting, kitten. You know I would wait a million years for you," your husband breathes.

"I love you," you smile, driving back towards the apartment complex.

"I love you, too, baby. See you soon."

"You guys are gross," Yoongi murmurs, beginning to take apart his gun once again.

"You love it," you tease, putting your sunglasses on.

Stepping into your house, you smile at Mirae.

"Good morning, Madam."

"Morning, Mirae. Hi, baby," you coo, kissing Sejeong's forehead as the maid sets him down.

"Watch the baby," Jimin calls from the hallway and you turn to him with a smirk.

"Ginger tea is in the office for you, Madam."

"Thanks, Mirae," you breathe, looking over the apartment.

In truth, this apartment could rival the large estate you once lived in. No longer are there warm wooden walls to surround you but instead marble and granite meet your eyes. Jimin did right by his family, of course, as he always does. He renovated the top floor, ripping out the walls and doors until the whole place was one large home. All of your children have their own rooms and there's plenty more to spare which Jimin swears he'll fill them up over the next few years but you have no opinion on that matter. Your shared bedroom is way larger than your previous one and it has all the comforts you could ask for.

Peeling off his crisp black dress shirt, your husband tosses it carelessly over his shoulder, hooking it with his index finger. Walking down the large, sunlit hallway, your fingers brush over his hard abs as you pass him.

"Mirae, why don't you take Sejeong to your apartment for a while, hmm?" your husband breathes, following after you.

When you open up the office door, you watch Lion hop off of the desk like he knows he's going to get in trouble.

"Naughty boy," you hiss to him as he scurries out into the hallway.

Before you can even get to the desk, your husband is wrapping his arms around you.

"Are you okay, kitten? You're always so bold when you have boys inside you. You need to be careful," Jimin whispers, cupping your cheek with a soft hand.

"We're just fine," you promise, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

When you pull away, his fingers reach up to the nape of your neck and he twirls your hair around his fingers to keep you from moving. "If I remember correctly, you teased me this morning. You know how I feel about that, baby girl."

You whine softly, drifting your nails over the large tattoo that now covers his stomach and side, it's an homage to his family. Every cub he's had, you, his brother's, your names are scrawled across his skin for life.

"Who do you belong to, kitten?"

"You, daddy. Always," you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His free hand roams over your backside until he grabs at the skirt of your dress.

"This is expensive," you warn him, pull away.

He chases after your lips with a sly smirk, tugging you closer with the hand on your neck. "And who bought you this pretty dress?"

"You did," you reply, reaching down for his Versace belt.

Your fingers slowly tug at the leather until it hits the floor with a loud thud.

"And if daddy wants to rip this dress up, he'll just buy you a new one," your husband whispers against your lips.

Letting go of your neck, he grabs the bottom of your dress and the sound of ripping fabric echoes through your ears until you're scantily clad in just a bra and thong.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," Jimin groans wantonly.

When you jump up, he catches you easily, his hands settle beneath the globes of your ass and he presses you against the wall to open the office door.

"Watch the baby," he mumbles, biting his bottom lip as you suckle the thin skin of his neck.

His strides are quick and confident towards the bedroom and when you reach the solace of your room, he pulls you back to kiss him.

The tip of his tongue traces over your lower lip and when you open your mouth for him with a feeble whine, he groans long and low before you.

"Fuck," he curses, setting you down on the bed.

His fingers trail over your skin, producing goosebumps and you whine his name softly.

He kisses over your stomach, eyes on yours all the while as he makes his descent. When a gentle flutter makes itself known beneath his lips, he smirks.

"I know, mommy is impatient," he whispers to his son, tugging your thong until it's mere string.

"Daddy, please," you cry, spreading your legs.

If it's one thing that could never change between the both of you, it's just how easy it is to get you begging and panting with want for your husband.

"Oh? The tease wants to act like a little cum slut now, hmm?" your husband quips, spreading your lower lips with his fingers.

He finds himself groaning at the mess between your legs, shiny and slick with want for his large cock.

"Goddamn, kitten. You're fucking soaked," he hisses, slapping your pussy with the palm of his hand.

Your body writhes at the jolt of painful pleasure and the head Lion takes it upon himself to quell your pain. His pink, plush lips kiss at your throbbing clit, fingertips digging into your fleshy thighs.

"Daddy, please!" you beg once more.

"Mm mm," he denies you, sucking your throbbing bud into his mouth.

"I want your cock," you whine, taking your bra off.

"That's very clear, baby girl. Your pussy is a fucking mess. Daddy has to clean it up now since you're such a little cum whore," he murmurs, suckling your lips and licking a flat stripe over your weeping sex.

Your body sags into the bed, fingers carding through your husband's black locks of hair.

"God, this pregnant pussy tastes so fucking good," Jimin sighs happily.

It almost sounds like he wants to fucking cry. God, how he adores you.

"Fuck, kitten, I love you so much," he whispers against you, entering two fingers into your sodden core.

You sob loudly at the feeling, spreading your legs wider for more.

"I love you too!" you gasp, closing your eyes.

Curling his fingers to the soft patch of nerves inside of you, he diligently flicks the tip of his tongue to your clit.

"Oh my God!" he whispers against you, putting his free hand to your belly.

"Daddy!" you blubber, gyrating your hips for more.

"That's it, baby girl. Cum on daddy's fingers. Show me how much you love it," he coos, kissing up your body and replacing his tongue with his thumb.

He rubs fast circles, minding your stomach as his lips part around your puffy, dark nipple.

"Goddamn, you're ready to make milk already," he hisses, suckling softly on your sensitized skin.

Your fingers grip his hair harder and your cries are becoming stunted and small.

The invisible band within you is tightening and your husband knows it all too well as you clench around him rhythmically.

"Cum on my fingers, kitten. Good girl," your husband praises, rubbing tighter and faster circles to your nub.

There is nothing better than having you alone in this big bed, the only woman he could ask for, his soulmate.

"Right there!" you gasp, seeing stars paint your eyelids as he keeps his fingers taut to the nerves inside of you.

"Give it to me," Jimin orders, moving his hand so fast inside of you that you choke on a moan. He suckles at your nipple harder, leaving your belly to pinch and roll your other forsaken nipple between his fingers.

"Yes, yes, yes, daddy," you chant, feeling the invisible band within you break.

"That's my good girl," he whispers softly, fucking you through the orgasm and moving his fingers out of the way for you to squirt onto the bed.

He groans at the amount of wetness that squirts from you and when you open your hazy, love drunk eyes, you find your husband smiling down at you.

"Hi, there," he whispers, kissing you languidly.

You can feel how hard his cock is as it rests against your thigh in the confines of his suit pants.

Tugging him closer by his belt loop, you flip him onto his back with a simple shove.

"Mmm, kitten," he groans, tucking a hand beneath his head to watch you.

Your fingers are cool and confident as you undo his pants and when you kiss down his chest, he sighs content.

"Fuck, your lips feel so good," your husband murmurs, letting his free hand lazily caress over your hard nipples.

When you whine at the feeling, the sound goes straight to his cock and it twitches, begging for mercy. His plush bottom lip tucks between his pearly white teeth and he sighs loudly when you free his hard cock from the confines of his pants.

"Kitten, be a good girl for me," he coos, grabbing your hair with his fist and making a makeshift ponytail.

"Yes, daddy," you preen softly, kissing down his long length.

"Sexy little tease," he hisses, tugging on your hair gently.

Swirling your tongue around the head of his cock, his jaw tightens. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his chest puffs up with pleasure.

"Oh, kitten, fuck. Take it deep," he moans, tapping your throat.

Doing as told, you swallow around him until your nose nestles against his pubic bone and the sharp breath he takes between his teeth tells you just how good it feels for him.

"God, look at you, baby!" your husband whines, leaning up on his elbow to palm one of your breasts in hand, "you look so beautiful stuffed full with my cock and baby."

You hum in agreement, bobbing your head and getting sloppy on his cock.

His thick thigh muscles become terse and strained as pleasure shoots through him. His hips thrust on their own and he coos sweetly when fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks.

Brushing his thumbs against your cheeks, he moans your name loudly.

"Kitten! Fuck! Oh my God, you're gonna make be cum, baby girl!"

He tugs harder on your hair, eyes squeezing shut. Just when he's right about to cum, when you can feel his cock throbbing and thickening on your tongue, he groans. "Off, pull off, I wanna cum inside you, baby."

You hum in agreement, rubbing your thighs together for any friction you can receive.

"C'mere, kitten," Jimin whispers, sitting up against the headboard.

You whimper for him, spreading your legs over his own. His fingertips drift over your inner thighs and he sighs softly at how dripping wet you are.

"Watch my boy," he murmurs against your lips, positioning the head of his cock to your entrance.

You sit down on him slowly, moaning at the stretch.

"So fucking tight," your husband gasps, putting his hands on your hips, "your pussy is so wet, shit."

"Daddy," you gasp, curling your arms around his neck needily.

"I got you, baby. Take everything from me," Jimin whispers, kissing you passionately.

Your hips lift only to crash back down at a rhythmic pace. The head Lion's hands glide over your skin, tongue running over yours and swallowing your pleasurable cries.

There was no one in the world he could ever adore more than you and still to this very day he feels like the luckiest man in the universe.

Pulling him closer, he steadies you when his stomach smacks into yours.

"Easy, kitten," he breathes, cupping your face.

"Your cock feels so good, daddy! I love how big it is," you whine, throwing your head back.

His legs find purchase beneath yours and he thrusts his hips to meet you with every chance he gets. "Yeah? You love my big cock? You want to cum on it? Hmm? Wanna make your pregnant cunt cream all over me?"

You nod incessantly, mouth dropping open to give a silent scream.

"That's my good girl. Daddy loves your pregnant pussy, baby. Feels so fucking good," he groans, burying his face into your neck to suckle at your sensitive skin.

He feels it then, the rhythmic clenching around him that he knows so well.

"Right there, baby? You like it right there?" he taunts, grabbing your hips and fucking up into you faster.

Your nails dig into his shoulders and your eyes squeeze shut. "J-Jimin!"

"Oh my God!" he cries, laying you down on your back and thrusting into you with everything he has.

His plush lips suckle roughly at your nipple and he scoffs loudly as pleasure flows through him.

"Fuck, daddy! I'm go-gonna--"

"I know, kitten. Fuck, I feel it, it feels so good. Give it to me, baby girl. Please," he begs, putting your ankles over his shoulders.

His hand comes to settle at the apex of your thighs and he rubs sweet, unforgiving circles until your back is arching off the mattress.

"Just like that, baby. You're gonna make me cum. Your pregnant pussy is so tight for me," Jimin coos, kissing you roughly.

You cry out into his mouth as your second orgasm racks through you and with a groan, he flips you over.

Cupping your belly, he knocks your knees open wider until your head is hanging between your shoulders.

"Jesus Christ, you're so amazing, kitten," he praises, kissing over your shoulder.

"D-Daddy, your cock is so fucking big," you sob, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Yeah, I fucking bet it is. You love daddy's cock in your slutty little hole, don't you?"

You can only screech a million affirmations as he spanks the globes of your ass, burnishing his handprint into your skin.

"Y/N," he moans loudly when you begin to buck back against him.

"Cum inside me, daddy. Please fill me up. I want to drip with you," you beg, tugging his hand from your belly to your breast.

Burying his face into your neck, he pinches and rolls your nipple once more until his thighs begin to quake.

"I want you to walk around this fucking house with my cum running down your legs and my baby on display. Do you hear me, kitten?"

You nod incessantly, gasping when the head of his cock nestles against your soft cervix folds.

"Kitten!" he whines loudly, furrowing his eyebrows.

He gives sloppy, slow thrusts as his cum paints your velvet walls. Sighing loudly, he wraps his arms around you. Falling to your side, he kisses over the back of your neck.

"I missed you, kitten," your husband mumbles into your ear.

"This morning has been way too eventful for me," you breathe, closing your eyes.

"I have a lot of fucking questions for you," Jimin replies, rolling you onto your back and kissing your pregnant bump.

Rolling off of the bed, your husband grabs his briefs. You slip on his dress shirt, covering your breasts when the chill of the room finally seeps into your bones.

Pouring himself a glass of whisky, the head Lion fixes the waistband of his briefs. When he turns back to you, the smile that spreads on his face makes you raise an eyebrow.

"What?" you mumble, looking down at the shirt.

"Stand for me, baby," he coos, above the lip of his glass.

You do as he asks, walking over to him as he holds out a hand. Setting down his glass, he curls his arms around you as he faces the mirror.

"Look at you," he whispers, kissing your temple.

One hand falls below your belly and the other fixes his shirt to cover your breasts.

"God, I'm the luckiest man in the world," your husband chuckles, kissing the shell of your ear and swaying with you.

"You're gonna make yourself excited again if you continue on like this," you giggle.

Peering at your thighs as you begin to cream with his cum, he smiles wider. "You're right about that, baby girl. My cum looks so good on you, fuck."

Turning you around, he picks up his whisky glass once more. "Please explain to me what happened this morning, kitten."

You can only sigh, pulling him along with you to the bathroom.

He leans against the door frame, crossing his muscular legs and folding one arm beneath the other. Taking a sip of his whisky, he watches with loving eyes as you turn on the bathtub.

"Don't make the water too hot, my little man can't handle it," he reminds you, watching you strip off his shirt.

"After I dropped the kids off this morning, I saw some Lions fighting with a family I've never seen before. Hyenas."

"Who's the head of the Hyena family?" Jimin inquires, helping you into the tub and sitting down on the bench beside it.

"Oh Byung, I want Namjoon to look into them. They're also who tailed me and Yoongi earlier."

"Yeah, good idea, baby. We'll have Joon look into them… Also what the fuck is up with Yoongi? He's acting…-"

"Oh my God! I know!" you gasp, widening your eyes at your husband, "This morning was so fucking weird! When I had brunch with Hyunah… It seemed like they were on bad terms."

Jimin sips his whisky, furrowing his eyebrows at your words.

"Hyunah and Yoongi on bad terms? That doesn't sound right."

"I know! And she asked me to always look after Yoongi and the Lees like…like something bad was happening," you bleat, running warm water over your goosebumped skin.

"Did you press her about it? Did she say anything?"

You give your husband an incredulous look to which he simply hums in agreement.

"What about Yoongs, then?"

"He told me to 'mind my fucking business and don't start'," you recount, flashing your husband air quotes along with his words.

"I'll fucking shoot him in the neck… how dare he get snippy with you," Jimin hisses, setting down his glass.

"I mean don't get me wrong, we fight too and I get that but when he looked at Hyunah it was like… he fucking hated her. And I'm not just saying it to be dramatic, he really looked vicious and…and hurt."

The head Lion sniffs softly, staring at your belly as he lets your words process through his brain.

"I was only joking with her when I asked her what she saw in her tea leaves but she got so mad at me… like she saw red or something for even bringing it up."

"Huh," he breathes, tilting his head confused.

"I don't know. It seems like something to keep in mind and maybe even something to worry about if it doesn't get fixed," you bleat, grabbing the soap.

"Yeah, well, I don't want you worrying about anything. You just focus on making my baby boy big and strong. We'll deal with it if it comes down to it."

You give him a nod, laying back in the tub and sighing softly.

"I'm gonna go pick the kids up from school, you get ready for the meeting later, okay?"

"Okay," you promise, closing your eyes.

"I love you, kitten."

"I love you, too, Chim."

Setting your gun down on the table, you sit down in your large chair and when Joon enters, you toss your phone into the soundproof box like always.

"Hey, Y/N," he chirps, kissing your temple and taking his usual seat.

"She fucking ripped my hair out!" Taehyung curses, stepping into the large apartment that's now your meeting area and combing his fingers through his hair to see a very apparent bald spot through the mirrored walls.

"And why did she do that, hyung?" Guk chuckles, widening his eyes happily at the sight of you.

"Hi, noona!" he squeals happily, rushing over and planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

He runs a hand over your bump as he takes his seat beside you and you look incredulously at Tae who stomps his foot on the ground.

"Hyejin ripped my hair out because I taught Hyungwon what a 'pussy' is."

You can only snort, rolling your eyes at his antics.

"Hey, Y/N," he mumbles, sullenly, falling into his chair with a whine.

"You're the pussy," your brother-in-law laughs, stepping around the multitude of chairs to kiss your forehead. "Oh! Y/N! Jisuk made you and the baby a present if you wanna come over and grab it soon."

"Aw!" you pout sweetly, nodding to Jin, "I'll come over later to see it! How's my little Jungwoon?"

"He finally can eat scrambled eggs, you were right, he just needed a little more force to get solid foods down."

Winking at him, you watch the apartment door open once more.

This family has been getting bigger and bigger and you're so pleased to see everyone doing well.

"Uhm, noona?" Jeongguk whispers as Hoseok enters.

You lean over to him as he pushes his sunglasses up into his hair.

"Yunjin has been having a really bad rash down there and Vixen was wondering if any of your girls ever had that…" he mumbles into your ear.

Pulling away, you pinch his cheek sweetly. "Oh yeah, that might happen. You might have to put more powder on after her baths or change her diaper more so she doesn't sit in the wetness. Try some baby powder at first and then put some ointment on for a few days. If it doesn't get better, then take her to the doctor."

"Okay," he promises, nodding strictly and pulling out his phone to text his wife.

"Guk, come on," Hoseok says, kissing the top of your head and tossing his own phone into the box.

"Sorry, one minute," the youngest promises.

"Leave him alone, it's a serious concern," you breathe, looking down at your nails.

"Thanks, noona," he smiles, wrinkling his nose and tossing the phone into the box.

Yoongi and Jimin step into the space together and you watch your husband rolls his eyes.

Uh oh. What happened there?

"Guns," he breathes, pulling his gun from behind his back and placing it on the large marble table beside you.

He plants a chaste kiss on your lips and you reply in kind.

"Yoongi… phone," Joon says, grabbing the box.

Your right hand man sighs loudly and he throws the phone in with a grunt.

Drifting his fingers over the gnarled scar on his cheek, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

"Hyung, c'mon… you know noona is pregnant," Guk complains, wafting the smoke away from you.

"Did you knock her up? Is that your baby? Why are you so worried about what I'm doing? Worry about yourself, you hear me?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," your husband breathes, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What'd you just say?" the youngest asks clipped through his teeth, quick to defend your honor.

"I said mind your fucking business, Jeon Jeongguk before I fucking make you," the older man seethes, pressing both hands to the table and leaning forward.

You watch the smoke lazily rise, his scarred eye squinting to block out the toxic fumes and you only cross your arms at the sight.

"Burn out the cigarette!" your husband orders, grabbing his gun, "you know you don't smoke around my wife when she's pregnant."

"Well then I might as well quit smoking forever! She's always knocked up!"

You take a sharp breath between your teeth at how wrong he is to say those words and you flinch when your husband kicks his chair back with fury.

"Y'know, you're acting like me when I was a fucking head case," Guk spits, narrowing his eyes, "I almost lost my life because of it."

You watch the youngest lift his shirt to show his gnarled, large scar and thinking about that day at his warehouse makes your skin clammy and your stomach roll.

"Burn. Out. The. Cigarette," Taehyung hisses to his left, practically pleading with his oldest friend to do as he's told.

"Fuck!" Yoongi yells, throwing the cigarette on the floor and stomping on it repeatedly. "You happy now?! You bunch of hypocritical fucks!"

"What's up, man? Is it Hyunah?" Joon inquires softly, spinning his wedding ring around on his finger.

"Do you see my fucking wife at this goddamn table?! Do you see that woman anywhere near me?! Don't ask me stupid goddamn questions!" your right hand man screams at the top of his lungs.

Calmly, you stand up.

"Yoongi," you breathe, rounding the table.

"No, Y/N, just fucking stop," he sighs, burying his face in his hands.

"Easy, kitten," your husband says, cautiously.

"Yoongi, you can talk to us," you promise, leaning against the back of Namjoon's chair.

Your friend kicks back his own chair and he grabs your shoulders roughly. His eyes are pained and frantic, looking down at you with gritted teeth.

You sigh softly when everyone's guns cock loudly.

"I don't want to talk about it. Why can't you just leave it alone?! I have my own problems with my wife. Just like Hoseok. Just like Taehyung. Or Guk or Joon or everyone else! What do you want me to say?! That my wife is acting out of order? That she makes me sleep in a different fucking bed?! That she suddenly turned on me four days ago and she won't tell me what's wrong?! Is that what you fucking want from me?!" he cries loudly, slamming his fist down onto the table until you envelop him into a hug.

He buries his face into your neck and he hugs you so tightly that it makes you flinch. Namjoon puts his hand to your back to keep you upright as your right hand man sobs loudly.

Swallowing thickly, you run your hand over his back.

Jimin uncocks his gun and he motions his hand for the others to do so as well. Turning his back to everyone, he tilts his head.

Hyunah would never just act like this for no reason, she's so fucking strong. Hell, she had a personal hand in making you as strong as you are.

"Get off," Yoongi breathes, clearing his throat and pulling away.

You cup his face, wiping his now reddened cheek before stepping back and rounding the table to your seat once more.

Sitting down once more, you tilt your head to Jimin as he pours himself a glass of liquor.

When he turns back around, he kisses your forehead sweetly.

"Namjoon, I want you to look into Oh Byung. I want everything on him that you can possibly find," your husband announces, sitting down beside you and placing his hand on your belly.

Your friend simply nods, making a mental note of it. "You got it."

"Yoongi, I'm also sorry that you're going through the shit right now but Y/N has always been by your side, don't you dare ever speak to my wife like that again. I'll put a bullet between your eyes."

Your right hand man nods, staring down at the marble table with narrowed eyes.

"Any other agendas for this meeting?" you inquire, crossing your legs and looking down at your nails.

The Lion's voices begin to drone in and out of your ears and you can only feel your husband's thumb brushing loving strokes over your stomach.

Moving to Busan to get away from all the painful ties to life seemed all too easy and as you and Jimin sit side by side, you can practically hear each other's thoughts screaming at one another.

Yet another problem arises.

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A Kingdom of Lies Preview

Tales are told to the young so they may tell their children. When those children are old enough to sire their own little ones, they pass those stories on, no matter how many facts get skewed during centuries of retelling.

Bards sing of tales that have one word of truth within the whole hymn. Epic tales of monster slaying, of princesses fucking lords and knights that saved them from stone towers, and never a word of truth is spoken.

The only tales that are true are ones written in blood and ink. Ones that are retold word for word in books bound with leather, on paper so old that oil from fingers will disintegrate that which the word sits on to mere dust.

And sometimes people will go to great lengths to make sure the true word is destroyed. 

The fire of Brakenlothridge burned for many days, it took many lives and it left the library, the continent's largest library in all but ashes.

When the embers died and the ruins were rummaged through there was one burnt, mangled page that managed to survive. One page that held the history of the continent that would be sung about in bard songs and tales passed on through generations.

In the year of Alder, fifteen thousand years since the meshing of dimes, the continent was vast and held aloft by kings and by men. Promethia, Lythantry, Idozerain, Drathania, Lorcathwyn, Undrella, and Rathynim were still cast aside under the banner of faerie filth. 

Fae were not men, they did not understand the hearts and the blood of those that fought under banners and sigil. Fae did not burn with love or with yearning. They could never understand what men had to do, what they had to sacrifice. 

The stigma, you see, was that the fae did not deserve the continent of Aer. They did not have to find their way after the meshing of dimes. They were not dropped into this world. They already owned it. They already had conquered all there was to conquer.

They had unnaturally long lives and so they could never appreciate that which was handed to them. So the humans, who did not covet the kindness of the fae king Althymer, rose up against him. 

The fae were a war-less people. They did not know fighting or war. They knew peace and believed in the land and in the power they were given by the gods since the world was born from the Mother's tears.

But no power, no magic could stop thousands of men with steel and swords and love for bloodshed. 

King Tryon rose from the ashes of battle and appointed his closest warriors and lords to titles no one had yet held and promised their lineage to carry on the spoils of a bloody war where one side did not fight back.

King Tryon with eyes of black and hair of fair blonde sired King Regia with eyes of black and hair of light brown. King Regia lived for almost a hundred years, sired seventy two known bastards and only one truly noble son who claimed his throne, King Alder.

King Alder was known as Alder the Terrible. He fought as much as he fucked, he drank as much as he ate, he spent coin as far and wide as he could see. 

He fucked whores from brothels while a rebellion grew under his very nose.

Through three generations of kings, King Althymer of the fae never died. Some say the fae live as long as the world does, some say they live for thousands of years until they find a love so pure and so untainted that they give their soul back to the Mother in thanks. 

King Althymer from behind his own barrier made of mist and darkness, one he created to keep the humans out, sired seven sons. 

Some say he created them with dark magic from the goddess Detyr. Some say human women birthed them, hence the reason their ears did not have the delicately fine points. Some say they were born from the earth and once they fulfill their purpose they will crumble like dust and sand. Some say the seven riders were born of Alder, all bastards, and the king of the fae gave them a gift.

Those seven sons of Aer rode across the continent with fae, witches, magic filled vikings. They struck hard and true, never forgetting how the humans and kings slaughtered their fae brethren. 

The battle, better known as the Battle of the Light and Dark, raged for many days. Some say ten nights passed, some say twenty. But the outcome was the same.

The seven sons stood upon Lyrican Rock, amidst all the gore and blood, the bodily fluids and they claimed the continent. They claimed it for the fae king and they claimed it for themselves. 

Once the battle was won, King Althymer wanted nothing to do with the world. He wanted no part of this reign or the next after seeing what was taken from him. So he kept the Veil up, keeping his lands hidden from the outside.

The seven sons took their place upon Lyrican Rock, crafting the greatest castle ever seen by men and fae alike. They split their duty and their land into seven equal parts with the castle sitting dead center of the continent. 

The seven kings of Light and Dark reign true with the gift of long life from King Althymer. They reign righteous and steadfast and hold peace in the land of Aer. 

At least that is what the found text of Brakenlothridge had said.

But sometimes even paper printed in leather tomes lie.

Now beginning on Patreon

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Okay, hi, it's been a while!

I have been missing in action, this is so true lmao.

First let's get start with the basics. Now that AYS is over a new story must take its place and as the publishing books goes, the next book coming out is A Lions Pride then followed by Finding My Pack. If you are impatient to read FMP then head on over to Patreon, there's like, 60+ chapters to entertain you.

Tomorrow the new book on Patreon begins A Kingdom of Lies which is an OT7 magical, mysterious fae book that revolves around the boys as the Seven Deadly Sins.

Now that being said, I have a husband, a full time job, a bunny and two bird I look after, of course I'm going to go MIA sometimes.

Thank you for reading <3

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 25 (Final).

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

"Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at.

It matters that you don't just give up," Guk mutters to himself, quoting Stephen Hawking as his fingers fly across the keys of his computer.

As he enters the final letters, he simply sighs. Leaning back in his chair, he picks up his glass of wine. His eyes skim the sixty four chapters he's ardently written over the course of the year and his heart beats erratically knowing that all his work, all his thoughts are now written down for forever.

His fingers comb through his hair, lips parting for the rim of his glass when a gentle cry breaks him out of his reverie.

Jeongguk's eyes flit to the clock on the lower right of his computer and he's up in a flash.

Cracking his knuckles, he exits his office. His mouth opens widely to yawn loudly while his nails itch at his bare chest. His feet pad down the newly carpeted hallway of the mansion and he finally stops at the doorway of the open room down the hallway.

"What's the matter, bud?" he gasps playfully, stepping into the nursery.

His face immediately breaks out into a smile at the sight of his son and when his child does the same, putting two small fingers into his tiny mouth, your husband chuckles.

"C'mere, c'mere," Jeongguk coos, lifting your one year old with ease.

He holds him close, pressing his lips atop his child's head and his eyes flutter shut at the peace he feels.

When you gave birth, when you brought this little man into the world… his whole universe rocked off its axis. His whole perception of reality shifted and warped into something that could only be described as perfection.

"Did you have a nice nap? Should we go find momma?" your husband inquires sweetly, angling his head to look at the baby who buries his face into his neck sleepily.

"Mkay, let's go," Guk croons softly.

The father of your child has appreciated the alone time you've been giving him lately but now that his final philosophy paper is finished, he realizes just how much he's missed you. "What do you think she's doing? Hmm? Maybe she's in her office?"

He continues down the long hallway, the expensive beige carpet muffling his footsteps every inch of the way.

"Ba ba ba ba," his son gurgles aimlessly, laying his heavy head against his shoulder.

"Mhm, I thought the same thing," Guk whispers with a laugh.

Peeking into your office, he's surprised to not see you there. You're usually cramming to get work in on these quiet Fridays.

Raising an eyebrow your husband leans over the second floor balcony to find your new furnished living room without you in it. You decided after a while that you needed to get more child friendly furniture, especially now that your baby boy now knows how to crawl around. All of the artistic furniture had too many sharp edges to keep a kid around.

Guk turns his head when he hears clattering from the walk-in closet and he immediately sets off with a smile at the thought of seeing you.

When he enters the room, he simply blinks at the sight before him.

"What're you doin', baby girl?" he inquires, watching as you pack the diaper bag with intent.

Turning to him with a wide smile, you put your hands on your hips. "Did you finish? Is it done?"

"My thesis? Yeah, I just finished it. Why?" he replies curiously.

"Oh good!" you beam, slinging the diaper bag over your shoulder, "Let's go!"

"Where are we going?!" your husband asks, laughing aloud when you grab his hand and pull him out of the closet.

"We're going to celebrate!" you whisper happily, kissing him softly.

His free hand cups the back of your head gently and he pulls away just far enough to raise a brow.

"Where?" he whispers back conspiratorially.

"It's a surprise! C'mon!" you whine, tugging his shirt.

Your husband looks you over in a flash, mouth dropping open at the sight before him. "You're wearing sneakers, what have you done with my girl?"

"Okay, these are Louboutin sneakers. So I'm still fashionable and… anyway, mind your business and let's go," you retort, booping his nose cutely.

"Your son is in his diaper, can I put some clothes on him before you make us go climb a mountain or something?" he mumbles, heading back towards the nursery.

"I'm just so excited!" you whine, stomping your feet.

"Excited for what?! Explain!" he calls back to you as he enters your son's room.

"No!" you call to him, trudging down the hallway.

When you finally get to the nursery, you watch from the doorway as your husband mumbles to his son aloud. "What's wrong with mommy? Why's she being all weird, huh? What's your little sister doing to this woman?"

Rolling your eyes, you put your hand on your hip as you lean against the doorframe.

"You look good in black, buddy. Just like daddy," the father of your child whispers approvingly.

When he tilts his head to you, a smirk plastered to his face, you can only giggle at the sheer handsomeness of him.

"It might not be a girl, y'know," you breathe, watching him lift your son back up.

"I can dream and besides I'm the luckiest guy in the universe, I'd only get luckier if I have a princess on the way," he coos, closing the distance between you both to kiss your forehead.

When you smile up at him, he snorts softly.

"Okay come on!" you cheer, going to leave the room.

You're fully stopped when your husband curls his arm around your waist and you look up at him with a pout. "What now?!"

"Gimme this, you don't carry heavy things this early in pregnancy," he mumbles, peeling the bag off your shoulder.

"Guk, you're being ridiculous," you sigh, folding your arms.

"Thank you, it's a trait of mine. Now, come on, didn't you say you have a surprise for me?" he beams, slinging the bag over his own shoulder.

Opening your mouth to retort, you stop yourself only to roll your eyes as he kisses your temple.

To be with this man for all this time already, to know that you still have forever to go with him… It's a magical feeling. It's almost a full year since you've given birth, gotten married, bought a summer house on one of the great lakes, and gotten pregnant once again. To be with this man, now sitting beside you eating a protein bar like he's been starved of food his whole life, you do find yourself counting your blessings.

Jeongguk is an amazing husband, an amazing father and quite a wonderful physicist.

He has all this time to be juggling all these things, sometimes you wonder if you're lacking on anything.

He's always so busy these days and he keeps up with everything anyway. It's truly incredible.

Your husband takes your hand over the middle console, intertwining his fingers with yours sweetly. His head lolls back to the rest behind him and he tilts his head to your son in the backseat with a smirk.

"He likes the planets, maybe Seb will be an astronomer," he whispers, lifting your hand to press his lips to the thin skin on the back.

"That'd be impressive," you reply with a giggle, keeping your eyes on the road.

Suddenly, your husband snaps his fingers and you look sharply to your right at the noise.

"I know where we're going! What're you up to, Mrs. Jeon?"

You giggle sweetly, simply raising your shoulders feigning aloofness. "I guess you'll have to see when we get there?"

"Have I told you that I love you today?" he inquires, combing your hair back behind your ear.

"Yeah, like once or twice," you whisper, turning the steering wheel.

"Once or twice?! That's not nearly enough! I love you, sweetheart," he coos, leaning his temple against the headrest.

"I love you too," you breathe sweetly, pulling up to the zoo parking lot.

"I knew it! Oh man, Sebastian is gonna love to see his friends!" Guk chuckles, beaming a great big smile at you.

You thought the zoo would be apt for celebration, especially since this is the first place that your shell began to crack with your now husband.

You remember the fit you went into, you remember how he chased you down with a golf cart… This place is the first place where you began to develop feelings and you smile at the simple thought.

How lucky your life has become since that day…

Leaning over the middle console, your husband drifts his hand across your stomach. He gives you a soft, passionate kiss that blossoms flowers within the deepest recesses of your heart.

When you finally pull away, Guk's coffee irises are alight with happiness and peace. The only thing that makes him look away is your son's excited babbling as he looks out the window.

The warm fatherly smile Guk gives makes you chuckle and he shakes his head sweetly as if he's still astounded by the wonderful choices he's made to get here.

"Let's go enjoy our celebration!" he beams to Sebastian, opening up his door.

As you climb out of the car, your eyes find your friends almost immediately. Your husband has noticed them yet, too consumed by grabbing the carriage and making sure your son is alright.

You give the boys you're now attached to the hip with smiles and a wave.

"How's my nephew?!" Jimin yells, crossing the parking lot to be with you both.

"Oh shit! You scared me! What're you doing here?!" Jeongguk laughs loudly, strapping Seb in before giving Jimin and Taehyung big hugs.

"Y/N told us we're here to celebrate!" Tae beams, leaning over and kissing your cheek as a hello.

Even now sometimes you're astounded by how amazingly close you both have gotten. You can remember how much he didn't like you at first, how jaded he was with you around. Now, everything has changed.

"What do you think?" Tae inquires, spreading his arms wide for you to take in his clothes.

"You look super handsome as always, did Rika send you this?" you inquire, smoothing your hands over his new Chanel shirt.

He nods happily, beaming at you with positively bright energy.

"You look amazing!" you announce, locking the car.

"Ba ba ba ba ba!" Sebastian squeals loudly, lifting his feet with his hands.

"God, my nephew is so cute!" Jimin whines, hooking his arm around Guk's shoulders.

Your husband smirks, looking over at you with sweet eyes. "How'd you know I was gonna finish my thesis today?"

"I know you better than you know yourself," you reply.

"That's true, yeah," your two best friend's chirp at the same time.

With a giggle, you tuck your arm beneath your husband as you all set off.

"Oh man, Seb is excited," Guk whispers with a laugh as your son flails around in his stroller.

"I can't believe you wore sneakers! Where are your elbow length gloves too? Are you okay?" Jimin inquires as you all finally sit down.

"She doesn't like to wear the gloves too often when she's pregnant, it makes her skin itchy for some reason," your husband comments offhandedly, passing you your food.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!" both of your friends yelp at the same time with wide eyes.

You look over at Guk with a wry smirk and he freezes in place. "W-Well we weren't telling anyone just yet because it's really early on a-"

"Oh my God! Congratulations! I love you guys! This is amazing!" Taehyung gasps, dropping his utensils to hug you tightly.

"I'm only five weeks so it's still early on!" you reply, hugging him back.

"Still, it's amazing!" Jimin whispers, kissing your cheek.

When you look over at Guk, watching how diligently he takes care of his son, your fist tucks beneath your chin. He's such a loving father, he's so wonderful and perfect… You are so lucky.

"Y'know… first time we came to this zoo I had to chase her down in a fucking golf cart," Jeongguk announces, wiping Sebastian's chin with the bib.

"Seems about right," Chim guffaws, folding his arms.

"I knew immediately from that day on that my life would never be the same. Now here we are married with Seb, another baby on the way, I'm a damn physicist now, you guys are getting married in July… It's all worked out exactly the way it should have."

You smile widely, watching as the doors of the VIP lounge open up. Sebastian has become so fond of the fennec foxes at this zoo, there's one in particular that takes to him so well and you can only laugh when he pushes Guk's hand out of the way to squeal at the sight.

You are so fucking lucky to be here especially with these people. You're so lucky that you got to have your black, hardened heart reform into an actual working one.

Guk kisses your temple as you watch Sebastian crawl around with the foxes and your heart sings at the peace it feels.

There are three things in this world you are absolutely certain of.

Anyone can change.

You can find love in the simplest of situations.

You are the luckiest girl in the world to have ever found your soulmate out of the situation you were first presented with.

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 24.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Daddy Kink, Praise, Milk Drinking, Cunnilingus, Riding, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie

"And you wanna be on call when he's here for his interview?"

This is the third time Tony has asked this, almost as if he can't wrap his head around why Guk would want this.

Looking up from his dissertation, your fiance simply rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I'll stay muted. I just want to understand why I'm his reference. We didn't end off on good terms."

It's been weeks since Jeongguk gaves Tony the go ahead to bring Jasper in, but it seems that your ex has been putting it off. Maybe he's been working on his marriage or maybe he's been trying out different escort places, the father of your son has no idea.

Entering the bedroom, you gingerly sit down on the bed. Your hands stretch out behind you, leaning back to take some of the heavy baby weight away.

Jeongguk abandons his laptop, scooching over towards you to wrap his arms around you.

You're almost ready to give birth, it's taken Jasper so long to man up and agree to the interview.

Exhaling softly through your mouth, you lean your head back on Guk's shoulder. He rubs softly circles to your bare belly, planting gentle kisses along your neck which comfort you completely.

"Alright, big dog. Whatever you say. Call me back in like two hours, he should be here by then."

Your fiance smiles victoriously, nodding along with every word his former college mate breathes. "Perfect, I'll talk to you later, Tony."

Once the phone call is over, you turn towards him. "Can I listen too later?"

"Of course you can," he breathes, continuing his kisses down your neck to your clothed chest.

Your eyes flutter shut, accepting his advances immediately. Who knew that your pregnancy hormones would make you so horny and ready for the father of your child?

He looks up at you for permission as his fingers hook under the fabric of your sports bra but your eyes are shut blissfully, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

"Good girl," he coos, lifting the fabric up to expose your swollen breasts.

His breath is warm against your cool skin, your puffy, dark nipples already turning into stiff peaks out of sheer excitement for what's to come.

"I feel like your water's going to break with how much we've been fucking lately," Guk jeers, kissing over the prominent veins in your chest.

"He still has weeks," you murmur, leaning back on your hands once more.

Your fiance's hands course over your huge belly, parting his lips to suckle at your peaked nipple. When you gasp softly, his eyebrows notch tighter and he suckles rougher with the hopes to hear whines pour forth from your lips.

"Daddy," you croon, letting your head loll back happily.

Your milk coats his taste buds and he runs a hand over his hardening cock to keep it at bay.

Your hormones have been making your body hot these days and Guk is all too pleased to have you walking around the house in nothing but panties and bra.

His free hand dips between your luscious thighs, tugging the seat of your underwear to the side and he groans against your breast at your immediate wetness.

"Jesus Christ," he groans, switching to your forsaken breast.

"Fuck," you whine, dipping your hand down his boxers to wrap your hand around his long length.

"Oh, sweetheart," he whispers reverently, pressing his forehead to your clavicle to watch you stroke him softly.

This is all a bit more challenging for you now, but you try your best to not make it look so awkward and difficult.

"That's it," Guk hisses as your thumb swirls around the head of his cock, dispersing his precum.

"I-I wanna be on top," you breathe, as he kisses down your belly.

"Noted," he whispers, tugging off your underwear.

His tattooed arms bulge and ripple with perfectly cut muscles as he snakes them around your already parted thighs. With your belly being so big, you can't see him but you can feel his hot breath against you and you're losing all your senses to the pleasure you want to feel.

You lay back against the mountain of soft pillows behind you, taking off your bra so you're completely nude.

"God, your pussy is so swollen. Fuck," Jeongguk chirps, parting your lower lips.

He tentatively licks at your clit, adoring how your thighs quiver in response.

"Oh my God," you whimper, spreading your legs wider.

Your hands cup your belly almost immediately, something about the action is so protective and so motherly that it makes Guk's cock throb.

"Good girl," he praises, attaching his lips back to you.

He suckles softly, flicking the tip of his tongue to your swollen nub and you moan loudly in relief, starting to gyrate your hips for more.

He adores this, the way your pussy clenches and drips with your arousal making a mess of his face.

"Tastes so fuckin' good," he hums, suckling roughly enough to get your toes to curl.

"Fuck!" you cry out, closing your eyes.

He slowly enters two fingers inside of you, scissoring your tight hole open and you can almost certainly feel your lungs stop working.

He's diligent and fast, knowing your body so intimately that this is child's play to him.

His fingers gently curl to the spongy patch of nerves inside of you, lifting his head. He kisses over your bump adoringly, watching how relaxed your face is before he begins to curl his fingers quickly.

The loud moan you give, the way you softly blubber in ecstasy has him smirking immediately.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Right there!" you sob, moving your hips for more.

He kisses over your inner thigh, his free hand roughly rubbing circles to your clit with the pad of his thumb. "Feels good, baby?"

You can't even nod your head, you're so lost in this paradise of pleasure. Your limbs are heavy with adoration, your mind is swimming with lust.

"D-Daddy!" you beg, cupping your belly rougher.

"Mhm, I know, sweetheart," he coos, feeling your muscles begin to throb around his digits, "Let go for me."

The pleasure is building up so quickly and you can do nothing else but bring a hand up to your breast to twist and pluck your nipple until you're crying for release.

You let out a single soft moan as your body reaches euphoria, your whole weight sags into the large, comfy bed and you can faintly feel your mouth drying out at the sheer intensity of your orgasm.

"That's it," Guk hisses, kissing up your belly once more.

With a whimper, you open your eyes only to be met with him climbing over you.

"Still wanna ride me?" he inquires, kissing your lips softly.

You numbly and slowly nod, accepting his help to get up. When he lays down, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he looks up at you reverently, you can't even remember what it was like to be so dead inside.

"I love you," he breathes, running his hands over your thighs as they part over him.

"I love you too," you avow, coursing your hand over his stubbled cheek.

He smirks softly, immediately helping you with strong arms to get comfortable.

"You okay?" he murmurs, raising an eyebrow as you lean your hands back to his turgid thighs.

You simply nod happily, lifting your hips.

Gripping the base of his cock, he waits patiently for you, trying to make you as comfy as possible.

He groans deeply when you begin to sit down on his length, eyes rolling back at how warm and wet you are around him.

"Goddamn," he grinds out, running his hands over your big belly.

You adjust around him, taking your time to lean back just enough so that you can move just a little easier. You never would have expected to be so hindered by your stomach, but you're becoming more and more comfortable with it as your time of pregnancy comes to an end.

When you lift your hips, your fiance opens his mouth in ecstasy.

"Easy, baby, be careful," Guk whispers, placing a hand on your hip.

You start at a slow pace, lifting yourself up and down just fast enough to keep him moaning. The way your belly and breasts move with every action has Jeongguk almost teetering on the edge every moment. You're so fucking sexy like this, so fucking motherly, he adores this.

You can only quicken your pace when his cock throbs deep within you, practically begging for more and he sighs happily at the feeling. His hands reach up for your breasts, thumbs swiping over your dribbling nipples.

"Fuck, just like that, sweetheart. Oh goddamn," he curses, pinching at your sensitive nipples.

When you whimper sweetly, mouth opening up for more, he can only furrow his eyebrows.

"Can you… hold up my belly?" you ask softly, almost tired already from the heavy weight.

He doesn't even blink, pressing his hands to your bump to help you. When you sigh content, he lifts his hips to meet you with every movement.

"Oh!" you gasp, eyes alight with pleasure.

"I got you, sweetheart," he breathes, fucking up into you with a quickness.

Your hips roll with each breath, the velvet muscles of your cunt coaxing and begging for him to cum inside you.

"Fuck, look at you. You're so beautiful. You feel so good around me, holy shit!" Jeongguk praises as your hands press down onto his chest.

"Yes, yes," you squeak, "right there!"

Your legs go rigid, body freezing in place as the head of his cock taps against your g-spot with each stroke.

"Yeah? Right here?" he coos, fucking up into you faster, "Right there, baby? You're gonna cum, I feel it."

"Daddy!" you cry, nails scratching down his rippled torso.

"I'm gonna cum too, baby. Your pregnant pussy is so fucking tight. Cum with me."

He groans loudly as you move your hips once more, faster and faster until your fingers are quivering against his skin.

There's a moment of pure silence, just the sounds of your wetness echoing throughout the bedroom as you both focus on one another. Until the father of your child lets out a loud, booming groan as his cock begins to throb wildly within you.

"Oh God," he seethes through his teeth, throwing his head back.

You whimper softly, letting the warmth of his cum send you over the edge until you orgasming for your second time today.

He holds your belly up still, watching you go through your throes of pleasure.

When you finally come down from your high, he smirks handsomely up at you.

"I love you," he breathes, running his hands lovingly over your arms.

"I love you too," you avow, slowly laying down beside him to cuddle.

His lips drift softly over your hairline, hugging you close to him. "He's almost here."

You look down at your bare belly, pressing closer to your fiance with a sigh. "Just three more weeks."

"My dissertation will be done just in time for the little man's birth."

"I'm happy you're doing what you love," you whisper, tracing your fingers over his chest.

"And it's only possible because of you, baby girl. I'll never forget that and I'm always grateful," Guk replies, looking up at the ceiling and smiling.

"I'm so curious to know what's going on with Jasper and Adi. Hopefully he's dumb enough to tell your old boss everything," you hiss, covering your body with the blanket.

"He seems dumb enough to say everything, I'm looking forward too it."

Sitting down in the rose garden with your tea, Guk hooks his arm around your shoulder. The telephone rings loudly, sending your heart fluttering with curious intentions.

Hawking jumps up beside you on the outdoor couch, placing his head in your lap and burying his face against your stomach.

Sipping your green tea, you stare out at the nicely arranged flowers. Your fiance immediately mutes the phone call, grabbing a strawberry from the plate of fruit before him.

"Hey! Jasper, right?"

You sit up straighter, putting your fist beneath your chin curiously.

"Yeah, nice to meet you!"

You know that voice, it's the fake professional voice he used to give when he was trying to make himself seem more likable. Rolling your eyes, you curl both of your hands around your cup.

"Fucking douchebag asshole," Guk hisses, leaning back against the couch.

He's not over the wedding and it seems that your fiance can hold a grudge for quite a while.

"We usually hold these interviews for everyone, I hope you understand why I've asked for one."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Of course. I completely understand!"

"Well take a seat and we'll get started."

You can hear some shuffling but nothing else other than that. For a moment the silence begins to nag at you, the empty thoughts in your brain are suddenly consumed by how black and dark your heart was not too long ago. You sit closer to the father of your child, almost immediately needing him like a comfort blanket but then a voice cuts through your thoughts.

"I did see on your application here that you wrote down Jeongguk Jeon, who was one of our best employees before he left to be with his kid and fiance. So I was immediately intrigued to have a meeting with you."

"Oh! Yeah! Jeongguk, he's a great friend!"

Both you and the father of your child choke on your drinks, turning to look at each other with wide eyes.

"Lying sack of shit, " you muse, setting down your cup to fold your arms.

"Oh… Is that right?"

Tony knows how much Guk despises him, he announced it countless times earlier today before he got the okay from Tony to be on the phone.

"Yeah! I used to go out with his fiance. I actually gave her the idea for her wine business. She was kind enough to step away from our relationship when I fell in love with our mutual friend Adi."

Your snort is so loud that it echoes throughout the garden. Throwing your head back, you roll your eyes.

"What a delusional liar," you chirp, looking down at your nails and shaking your head.

"I'm gonna kill this son of a bitch," Guk hisses through clenched teeth, cracking his knuckles loudly.

"He's totally not worth it," you scoff, taking to petting Hawking.

"Oh wow, so you must have stocks in the company then. Or you're a shareholder, of course."

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow, waiting for the answer.

"Well… No. Not exactly. It was an idea free of charge… so…"

"Right, right, of course. You said just a moment ago that you're with a woman named Adi? Yes?"

"My wife… ex-wife, soon. She thinks we're patching it up but that isn't likely."

You take a sharp breath through your teeth, sitting up so fast that it makes Hawking jump.

"Oh, is that so? I'm sorry to hear that. I can only imagine how difficult that must be."

"Nah, that's alright. She wasn't the wife I thought she would be. She never did a fucking thing at home and she wouldn't even put out which is why I'm trying to hire an escort from here so I can get at least some action."

"He didn't even give the marriage a chance, it hasn't even been a full year!" you scoff, looking over at Guk.

Your fiance simply shrugs, popping a grape into his mouth. "He's just a vile fucking creature. That's all."

"I see. So sex is important to you. I'll have to tailor your lookbook accordingly then."

"Some women only put out while you're dating, y'know. All Adi did was bitch and whine that she was tired. I need a girl that's going to do what I want with no questions asked."

"R…ight, I understand what you're saying but I do hope you know that this is an escort agency. This isn't a prostitution hotline. We cater to upscale people and events. Not… just random fucks in the back of the Walmart parking lot."

The father of your child laughs loudly, burying his face into your neck.

"Well it seemed like Y/N picked up Guk because he was attractive and she paid him to get her pregnant and married. Is that not what you people do?"

"EXCUSE ME?!" you boom with a laugh.

"This fucking-"

When Jeongguk goes to grab the phone, you simply put his arm down with the shake of your head. "He's a sorry little man. Just let him get told off by Tony."

"What?! No way! Jeongguk's fiance was never even a client here! They fell in love on their own. She didn't need money helping her. Unlike you, dude. Who clearly is a shitty fucking person."

"Wh-"

"Application denied. Get the fuck out!"

Guk picks up the phone then, unmuting himself.

"You're a fucking waste of space, Jasper. No wonder Adi won't put out for you. You're a fucking disaster. You're such a horrendous person that it pushes away all the good things you could ever have in life. It's almost fucking embarrassing," your fiance seethes through his teeth.

You chuckle softly, lifting your teacup to your lips as you look out at the rose bushes.

When your ex-boyfriend goes to retort, the father of your child simply hangs up the phone.

"Nothing that I learned from that call helped his fucking case," Jeongguk hisses, slamming the phone down onto the garden table.

"Well," you muse, grabbing a slice of apple with a sigh, "we did learn that he's a fucking snake and everything is working out as it should. I wouldn't be here with you if he wasn't as terrible as he is."

The father of your child simply gives a disbelieving chuckle and with the shake of his head, he wraps his arms around you. "I am a lucky son of a bitch."

Sometimes you still find it hard to look deeply into his eyes. Sometimes you still feel the pain and the heartache you know he went through when you left him alone. But he reassures you day by day. You're just as lucky as him. Probably more so. He changed you from being a broken, blackhearted, soulless thing into a woman deserving of love and deserving of family.

And you are the luckiest person just by even knowing him.

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 23.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: TEA

To step on campus again feels like stepping into a past reality that Guk isn't so sure he's comfortable with.

The month that Joon was supposed to be gone turned into two and Jeongguk found a niceness in having a regular schedule… until he ended up coming back, of course.

The annoyance of seeing the blonde man started to creep up once again once he came back. Joon seemed like he was coping well until he wasn't. His personality and his actions reverted right back to how he was before he went on vacation. You attested it to Namjoon breaking up with his vacation fling but Jeongguk couldn't forgive him for acting in such a way.

So when you bought him a car and you told him to enroll once more to Stanford, he was relieved in a way. But now as he steps onto the green for his first classes of the semester, he's having scary flashbacks to when he was last here.

Leaning against one of the big trees, he takes a deep calming breath. The last time he was here, it was a distressing mess.

Moving out of his dorm room, saying goodbye to all of the girls that used to pay him… it hurts his soul to think about.

Guk is excited for his classes though, to think about experiencing learning his favorite things once more without having the struggle of escorting excites him.

Taking a deep breath and looking over to the science building, he can only smile to himself. "Okay, let's go."

The walk isn't long, it's nice to take in the fresh fall air as the wind whips around him soothingly. The sounds of excited college students talking all around him fills him with determination.

"Excuse me?"

His head turns slowly, having to look down at the girl who has tapped his shoulder.

He gives her a small friendly smile, unsure what he can do to help her or why she's called him but she seems incredibly confident in her pink and white houndstooth dress. There's something elite about her in a way, maybe it's her confident smile or maybe it's how she crosses her arms.

"Do you need help finding your building?" she inquires.

There's a heavy bit of flirting on her end, smoothness curling off of her tongue to no avail. Just behind her are two other girls, people that the father of your child assumes are something of a posse for this girl.

"Oh no, thanks. I got it," he breathes, once again giving a smile to be off.

When he goes to turn around, she stops him by pressing her perfectly manicured hand to his bicep. "That was my way of asking you if you wanted to hang out."

He hums knowingly, fixing his shoulder bag. "Oh, I know. I'm just not interested. Thanks though."

"Excuse me?" she grumbles, blinking at his words.

College will forever and always be the same, Guk guesses.

"Have a good day," your fiance says curtly, taking off towards the science building.

"Are you kidding me?!" she gasps, laughing aloud.

"I'm married," he calls back to her, not even turning around.

"Girl, you didn't see him in the tabloids? His fiance is like mega rich or something," one of the posse guffaws, earning a smile on the father of your child's face.

Some things never change. Only people do.

Jeongguk has missed this so much. The satisfaction of learning his favorite subject is simply awe-inspiring. As soon as he sat down in his first lecture of the day, he realized just how much he needed this. He needs to learn, he needs to use his brain and more than anything he needs to have like minds around him.

How could he ever have gone so long without using his mind like this? How could he ever have been an escort when his calling is physics? And the only reason he could do all this is you.

He has been getting weird looks all day, not because he's new (he doesn't think so anyway) but because both him and yourself have been slapped over news articles for the past two months.

Once he started working at your company, once you started really showing off his baby, the media began to eat it up. He can still remember tabloid headlines now, the quick witted words stuck in his brain like gum on a shoe.

The Queen Of Wine Wraps Her Vines Around The Perfect Man.

Self Made Millionaire Grabs Handsome Man As Prize For Her Own.

Aloof Millionaire Finally Finds It In Her Heart To Settle Down.

Wine Owner Comes Down From Her Tower, Pregnant And Barefoot For The World To See.

You seemed to only mind that they were talking about Guk without his permission but he didn't care. He has you and his son, he has happiness and love, who is he to care?

Putting his laptop back into his shoulder bag, he takes a look around the lecture hall he sat in so many years ago. Everything is the same, the wall paint, the large podium, the projector screen with the thinnest crack in it -- everything.

His professor is not the same but he finds comfort in that. He wouldn't want his old professor to see him once again and be weary of his dedication to learning.

As the rest of the students depart, his professor calls his name without looking away from his binder. "Jeongguk Jeon?"

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he tilts his head. "Yes, Professor Haleford?"

He descends the long set of stairs, minding a few other students who give him curious glances on their way out.

When the room is empty, Haleford looks up. "I see here that you've taken this class previously for a year before dropping out, not just of physics but the whole college."

Guk chuckles awkwardly, running his hand over the back of his neck. So much for comfort and no awkwardness.

"Yeah, I…I couldn't afford it back then. But now that I can, I want to dedicate myself to this subject and everything it has to offer. This is my passion," your fiance breathes, looking down at his shoes.

"Interesting. Y'know, the professor before me, Professor Albastone, he wasn't so much of a forward thinker. He had his ways about him and his strict thinking, always wanting to be the next Hawking, but y'know… this is theoretical physics! You can't be set in your ways, your mind has to always be expanding! You have to always keep your mind open!"

Jeongguk nods, immediately entranced by the man's words and yet confused on what else there is to say.

"I did end up coming across the mandatory papers Albastone made you all right during your first term. And I remembered your name almost immediately because your paper got me thinking. The words you wrote, the theories of why sand is so fluid, why certain elements transform into sound, already known structures and yet sand is a mass unlike others, got me thinking. And to be quite honest, I like that. I like your outlook and your ability to question even the most simple of things. It takes an expansive mind to do so."

Widening his eyes, the father of your child smiles. This professor is complimenting him when he himself proved that quantum geometry is sound and concrete.

"Oh," Guk breathes airily, "Wow! Thank you so much."

Haleford gives him a small smile, nodding to himself almost as if he's determining something right then and there.

"I look forward to working and learning with you, Jeongguk."

"Yes! Me as well, Professor! Thank you!"

They shake hands, Guk's being maybe just the slightest bit too sweaty and over excited but his face is beaming with a large smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow, maybe sure you bring that brain with you. Hmm?" Haleford grins, grabbing his briefcase.

Your fiance nods enthusiastically, reaching for the strap of his shoulder bag and looking around the lecture hall once more.

As the door slams shut and as he sighs brightly, his phone begins to ring. The vibrating in his pocket is endless and he raises an eyebrow. You're probably on your way home from work by now. Hopefully you're alright.

When he pulls out his cell, At Your Service is easily readable and he simply blinks at it. Maybe Jimin or Taehyung are calling to ask him how his first class of the year went?

"Hello?" he answers, making his way out of the room.

"Big dog!"

Guk tilts his head confused, eyebrows pinching at the voice.

"Hey Tony? How can I help you?"

Why on Earth would Tony be calling him?

"Hey dude! I just have a quick question for you, if that's cool. I know you're all shacked up with your pregnant mama bear and what not."

Guk immediately cringes at his words, face scrunching up like he has just smelt the worst shit of all time.

"Uh," he breathes awkwardly, "Yeah, sure. What do you want -- What do you need? Sorry."

The laugh his former boss and college mate gives signifies he has absolutely no idea what kind of person he is and in a way Jeongguk finds that hilarious.

Rolling his eyes, he exits the science building.

"So, you know that we do questionnaires and wait lists to become a client for At Your Service, right?"

"Yeah, sure. That's why we were always so reputable," Guk agrees, heading to his car.

"Right! Exactly! Oh man! I fuckin' miss you, dude… Anyway, a lot of the time, rich cronies will often add in a reference client that they know to help quicken the process. As you know, Applehyme only got in as fast as she did because she had Ada Steinberg's reference."

Your fiance nods, placing the phone between his shoulder and ear to dig through his bag to find his car keys. "Uh huh."

"So I was going through the applications this morning and I found one that has your name as a reference!"

Guk immediately stops moving, blinking at Tony's words curiously. "What?!"

"I know, right?! I was like, 'Damn, I'm never gonna get away from this handsome kid!' So that's why I'm calling, for your reference."

"Hold on," Guk breathes, opening up the driver's side door and throwing his shoulder bag onto the seat beside him. He puts the phone on speaker and leans back into his seat, folding his arms.

Who the fuck would use him as a reference? He doesn't even know anybody!

"Okay. Sorry, I was getting in my car."

"Niiiiice, big dog! What're you driving these days?"

Oh God, please… not small talk with Tony. Anything but this.

"A Ferrari F60 America," he mumbles, turning on the engine.

"Oh damn! Pregnant mama bear has some coin! You lucky son of a bitch!"

"I am lucky, yes… Who was the person who put me down as a reference?" Guk asks, taking a sip of his water.

"Oh! Right! Some kid named Jasper… Hyde?"

The words make the water come flying out of his mouth at high speed and he coughs loudly, throwing his head back.

"It's weird too. The guy works for Albion Motors, it's not like he's a businessman or anything. He has no assets and nothing to get in but your name."

Your fiance still continues to cough, wiping at his dashboard with a weak hand.

"O-Oh my God!" he croaks out, lowering his window for fresh air.

"So… Should I process his form?"

Guk takes in a large breath of air before settling. "I gotta tell Y/-- Hold off, I have to speak to someone about it first. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Yeah, no problem, dude. It's not like I'm going anywhere. And neither is he."

"Great! I gotta get on the road, Tony. I'll call you back."

"No problem, big dog. We'll talk tomorrow. Take it easy. Say hi to the pregnant mama bear for me."

When the line goes dead, Jeongguk starts to voraciously laugh aloud, eyes practically watering as he replays the conversation in his mind.

"I gotta get home," he chuckles, putting on his seatbelt.

As soon as your fiance opens up the front door to the mansion, Hawking is there to greet him with big paws and an open excited mouth.

"Hey, buddy!" he hisses softly, the sound getting swallowed by the opera music in the background.

The scent of chicken and spices sings through the air, alerting him of your cooking and he simply smiles at the thought.

Pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen, probably burning something.

He sets down his shoulder bag on the entryway table and sets out towards the kitchen with his Great Dane in tow.

When he sees you, leaning over the pot curiously with your face practically shoved into the hot metal, he smirks. Leaning against the wall, he folds his arms to take in this moment.

You have your hand wrapped protectively over your seven month bump and you're in a black one shoulder dress that screams expensive.

Goddamn. He's lucky as fuck.

"Hey beautiful," he calls out, hoping not to scare you.

You still screech, grabbing the metal spoon beside you as a weapon and he simply snorts at the sight.

"Very menacing," he teases, striding over and planting a gentle kiss to your lips.

You giggle softly, setting down the spoon and leaning back against the counter so he can rub your belly like always.

"How's my boy?" he inquires, looking down into the large pot. "Jesus Christ, what the hell are you trying to make? A bomb?"

You guffaw, folding your arms. "Chicken Cacciatore. Your son would probably like it."

"Doubt it," he murmurs, pulling the pot off the flame and into the sink, "I told you I was going to cook for you when I got home."

"Well, I wanted to surprise you on your first day of classes!"

"That's very sweet of you, baby. And I appreciate the gesture but let me take care of things like this. You worry about my boy. Go sit down, your ankles must be swollen," he orders, kissing your temple and grabbing a side towel to sling over his shoulder.

"Fine," you grumble, making your way around the open marble kitchen to sit at the bar in front of him.

Guk opens the fridge, expertly grabbing ingredients without hesitation.

"How was your first day?" you inquire happily, rubbing your belly in soothing motions.

Once Guk grabs the sharp kitchen knife, he widens his eyes and slams it down. "You're never gonna believe what happened!"

You tilt your head curiously, leaning forward on your elbows already enthralled by his words. "Tell me, tell me!"

"Well, one, I'm brilliant. So Professor Haleford immediately recognized it. He read one of my previous reports on why sand flows through objects like water. He said I have a very expansive mind."

You remember his excitement all those months ago before you got together. You can remember how inquisitive and bright he looked, so you simply nod. "You are brilliant."

He leans across the bar to sweetly boop your nose before going back to his story.

"Then… When I was leaving… I got a call," he hisses, grabbing one of the onions and slamming it down onto the cutting board.

You're hanging onto his every word, the pauses for dramatic effect making you lean closer and closer.

"From who?!" you gasp, putting your fist beneath your chin.

"Tony," he breathes, widening his eyes.

"That asshole from the escort agency?" you ask, tilting your head.

"Yes! The asshole from the agency… he said hi, by the way," he replies, grabbing the knife.

"Hello, asshole," you murmur, leaning closer, "What did he want?"

"At the agency, people need to have applications to become a member. And most of the clients that get in have references from other people. Like your application had Namjoon as a reference, remember?"

You nod once more, back into the enthralling mood like a fly to shit.

"So Tony calls me and tells me that I'm somebody's reference on their application!"

"What?!" you hiss, seeming confused.

"I know! I felt the same way! I was like who the fuck is using me as a reference?! I don't even know anybody!"

When he suddenly slams down the knife again, you widen your eyes curiously.

"Guess who it fucking was," he hisses, looking up at you.

"Uhhh," you breathe, looking around the kitchen and trying to pull a guess out of your ass in hope that you're right.

Guk simply smiles, watching how badly you want to get this right but he knows that it's a long shot for you to guess this. You don't even think about him anymore.

"I-I don't know," you reply sullenly.

"Do you wanna know? Do you want me to tell you?" Guk chuckles, cursing his hand over your cheek.

"Yes! Tell me! I'm literally dying to know!" you whine, stomping your feet against the bottom of the bar stool.

"You're never gonna believe it," he guffaws, waiting an extra moment for dramatic value, "Jasper Hyde."

"WHAT?!" you yell, widening your eyes.

"Mhm," he replies sassily, grabbing the knife again.

"Oh my God, why would he want that? Adi is whore. She'd let him piss on her chest if that's what he wanted."

Your fiance breaks out into a loud laugh, steadying himself on the marble countertop.

"So what did you say?"

"Nothing," he breathes, chopping up the onion.

"Why not?!" you inquire, now placing both closed fists beneath your chin.

"Because, one, I wanted to tell you first. And, two, I am going over the choice."

"There are choices?" you ask, watching his majestic knife work.

"Oh yeah. I'm still not over what he said about you at his wedding. It's like one of those things that I think about right before I go to sleep at night. I always think, 'Damn, I should have punched him in the fucking mouth for even talking about you like that.' Rumination is a pain in my fucking ass sometimes. So I'm thinking about telling Tony to let Jasper in."

You hum in agreement, watching him scrape the onion into a new pot.

"The first escorting gig a client goes to gets photographed, y'know. It didn't happen to us because you ended up not being my client. But someone follows you on your first 'date' as a precaution so that the escort is safe. So if I could get pictures of Jasper and whichever escort he chooses. That'd be premium content right there."

"Diabolical," you chirp, earning his eyes on you.

The wicked smile he gives you makes you snort and you simply lay your head down on the cool marble beneath you.

"Man, I really turned you inside out. That's some shit I would do," you announce with a laugh.

"First I think I'll have Tony call him for an interview. I wanna know what's going on in their little sad marriage."

"Man, we are so fucking nosy," you hiss, looking at your nails.

Jeongguk simply shrugs, grabbing a bell pepper. "It's called research, baby. I'm a college student again. I have to do my due diligence and see my expansive mind's theories to the very best of my ability."

You simply laugh, shaking your head at his ridiculousness.

But then again, you're incredibly curious yourself.

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At Your Service will be finishing up this week. There will be a chapter today at 12:05, Wednesday and Friday for the full completion of the book!

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Finding My Pack Masterlist

Alpha!OT7 & Omega!Reader

Genre: Fated Mates, Omegaverse, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Series Warnings: Omega Abuse (Not By OT7), Fated Mates/Soulmates, Scent Sympathy, Sunshine!FMC, Knotting, Smut, MMMMMMMF, MMMF, MMF, MF, Breeding Kink, Cursing, Dom!OT7, Sub!Reader

This book can be found on Patreon. A chapter is released every Sunday!

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Keep reading

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The masterlist has been updated! Head on over to Patreon so as not to miss the Finding My Pack journey!

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Finding My Pack Masterlist

Alpha!OT7 & Omega!Reader

Genre: Fated Mates, Omegaverse, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Series Warnings: Omega Abuse (Not By OT7), Fated Mates/Soulmates, Scent Sympathy, Sunshine!FMC, Knotting, Smut, MMMMMMMF, MMMF, MMF, MF, Breeding Kink, Cursing, Dom!OT7, Sub!Reader

This book can be found on Patreon. A chapter is released every Sunday!

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

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While the master list is not yet updated (ìt will be updated on Sunday). Finding My Pack is almost over! Currently there are two epilogues out and there will be eight epilogues in total, 7 for the alphas and 1 for our adorable omega!

Remember, it will be a year or two before FMP will be on Tumblr so don't miss out if you really want to read it!

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When It Rains, It Pours (M)

Roommate!Namjoon x Reader

WordCount: 4.6k

Genre: PWP, Smut, Fluff, Roommates to Lovers!

Warnings: Soft Dom!Namjoon, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praise, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Joon Tiddie Worship (You Just Gotta), Huge Cock!Namjoon, Face Fucking, Spanking, Cum Swallowing, Unprotected Sex, Choking, Possessive!Namjoon, Degradation, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie

A/N: A really big thanks to my women @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​ for hyping me up as per usual and reading through it! The loves of my life! I hope you guys enjoy it! 

Summer showers are usually delightful. There’s something incredible about sitting on your balcony with your roommate as you both sip wine and listen to the rain patter against the streets and your apartment building. You love the smell of the rain, the dark overcast that seems to highlight your roommates handsome features. And, above all you love the coziness that sets deep into your bones. 

You should have been home two hours ago, listening to the rain with your braniac of a roommate and yet, you had gotten stuck at work for what felt like the fortieth time just this month. 

You didn’t bring an umbrella to work, expecting to have been home before the rain began to barrage the Earth. 

You didn’t bring a jacket because it was hotter than Hades outside and the humidity was eating you alive. 

So here you are, drenched and disappointed that you missed out on a beautiful evening on the balcony.

Thunder crashes loudly, lightning highlighting the apartment door as it gets kicked open. Namjoon jumps loudly at the noise as the door knob slams into the wall. 

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck!?” he yells, putting his hand over his heart. 

You glower at him as you enter the apartment, hair in tendrils as small droplets of water plop onto the white ground beneath you.

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Sanative

Husband!Jeongguk x Pregnant Wife!Reader

WordCount: 19.8k

Genre: Angst, Healing, Smut, Marriage!AU

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Small Amounts of Food

Warnings: Heart Breaking Thoughts, Angst, Healing, Emotional, Praise, Fingering, Begging, Daddy Kink, Thigh Riding, Fellatio, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Throat Fucking, Glazed Donut!OC, Cunnilingus, Degradation, Somewhat Dom!Guk, Sub!OC, Squirting, Rough Pregnant Sex, Finger Sucking, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie

A/N: Soooooo this is a fic I’ve been working on since February, FEBRUARY! And it’s finally done. I’m really so so so proud of this fic. I worked super hard on it. It’s a fic about love and healing, coming back to a loved one after something shakes their relationship to the core. It’s uplifting and comforting and it makes my heart warm. I hope you guys enjoy it! Really huge thank you to @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​ for sticking with me and reading every little change I’ve made to it!

Silence – the absence of sound is sometimes deafening.

In silence, true silence, other sounds tend to bleed in like a gentle hum.

In Jeon Jeongguk’s silence everything is always louder – the clock ticking away seconds, the sound of his own heart beating catastrophically slow, the sound of gentle breathing across the room.

It drives him insane.

It drives him up the wall.

He’s been so used to sitting in silence that everything just sounds so fucking loud.

The way nails are currently scratching against the rich fabric of the arm chair across from him.

The sound of a bus honking in the distance.

It all resounds through his skull.

“-Guk. Jeongguk?”

Taking a sharp breath, he looks up at the nail scratching culprit.

“Yes, Dr. Kim,” he breathes, loosening his tie.

“Namjoon, please. Do you-Do you want to talk about your progress this week?” Kim Namjoon inquires, looking down at his clipboard.

Guk tilts his head, watching Namjoon’s fingers card through the multitude of sheets.

What has he written down?

“There’s been no progress this week.” he replies, looking down at his lap.

Dr. Kim nods astutely. “Well it takes time for people to come back to themselves… as well as others after what your wife went through. It’s only natural.”

The only thing that Jeongguk thinks is how unnatural life is at the moment.

“Are you experiencing anger?”

Yes.

“Experiencing grief or loss for what your life used to be?”

Oh, yes.

“Are you trying to be strong for her when you can barely stand on your own?”

Fuck, yes.

“No.” Jeongguk states, looking up at the therapist.

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Sanative

Husband!Jeongguk x Pregnant Wife!Reader

WordCount: 19.8k

Genre: Angst, Healing, Smut, Marriage!AU

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Small Amounts of Food

Warnings: Heart Breaking Thoughts, Angst, Healing, Emotional, Praise, Fingering, Begging, Daddy Kink, Thigh Riding, Fellatio, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Throat Fucking, Glazed Donut!OC, Cunnilingus, Degradation, Somewhat Dom!Guk, Sub!OC, Squirting, Rough Pregnant Sex, Finger Sucking, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie

A/N: Soooooo this is a fic I’ve been working on since February, FEBRUARY! And it’s finally done. I’m really so so so proud of this fic. I worked super hard on it. It’s a fic about love and healing, coming back to a loved one after something shakes their relationship to the core. It’s uplifting and comforting and it makes my heart warm. I hope you guys enjoy it! Really huge thank you to @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​ for sticking with me and reading every little change I’ve made to it!

Silence – the absence of sound is sometimes deafening.

In silence, true silence, other sounds tend to bleed in like a gentle hum.

In Jeon Jeongguk’s silence everything is always louder – the clock ticking away seconds, the sound of his own heart beating catastrophically slow, the sound of gentle breathing across the room.

It drives him insane.

It drives him up the wall.

He’s been so used to sitting in silence that everything just sounds so fucking loud.

The way nails are currently scratching against the rich fabric of the arm chair across from him.

The sound of a bus honking in the distance.

It all resounds through his skull.

“-Guk. Jeongguk?”

Taking a sharp breath, he looks up at the nail scratching culprit.

“Yes, Dr. Kim,” he breathes, loosening his tie.

“Namjoon, please. Do you-Do you want to talk about your progress this week?” Kim Namjoon inquires, looking down at his clipboard.

Guk tilts his head, watching Namjoon’s fingers card through the multitude of sheets.

What has he written down?

“There’s been no progress this week.” he replies, looking down at his lap.

Dr. Kim nods astutely. “Well it takes time for people to come back to themselves… as well as others after what your wife went through. It’s only natural.”

The only thing that Jeongguk thinks is how unnatural life is at the moment.

“Are you experiencing anger?”

Yes.

“Experiencing grief or loss for what your life used to be?”

Oh, yes.

“Are you trying to be strong for her when you can barely stand on your own?”

Fuck, yes.

“No.” Jeongguk states, looking up at the therapist.

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Salute (M)

Seokjin x Wife!Reader

Request:  Can i request a oneshot of husband seokjin coming back from military and seeing his wife with their newborn daughter which was a surprise to him and some smut.

Do you do requests? If you do, i would like to have a military husband oneshot, it can be any member, in the hyung line, it’s up to you, whenever you can write. Have a great day amd stay safe.🤗

WordCount: 3.8k

Genre: Teeny Bit of Angst, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Fellatio, Cum Swallowing, Unprotected Sex (We Know What To Do, Don’t We Readers?)

A/N: I LOVE HUSBAND JIN

The spring air is refreshing today, the gentle breeze blowing in Hannam makes Seokjin stop short as he takes a deep breath in through his nose. His hand brushes at his one inch tall hair before sighing. 

He was finally home after two years. Finally, able to get back to his normal life and back to you. He promised you that you would get married before he went into the military and he kept his promise. 

He rarely got time to come home due to the branch of the military he chose. Everyone told Seokjin to become a conscripted police officer because it would be easy, but Jin was the oldest of his group – he was mature and wanted to set a good example for the boys and his fans. So he joined The Homeland Defense Branch, and it took him away for a long time. He rarely saw you, his wife who he loved so dearly and his members who he loved just as much. 

Seokjin fixes his uniform, sighing. His eyes stare at your apartment building, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. 

“Okay.” he whispers, walking towards the building.

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Is the punctuation horrible? Yup.

Is the writing mediocre from when I first began writing? Sure.

BUT IDGAF CAUSE SEOKJIN IS HOME, BABY! LET'S GOOOOOOO!

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 22.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

The drive over to your job was incredibly silent, just a few clearing of throats and the sound of quiet opera bled through the car like some type of disease.

You want to tell Guk, 'I can take care of you, don't go through all of this if you're not happy with it,' but he'd be upset to hear you say such a thing.

You've already told him countless times to stay home but he's so incredibly adamant about it that you feel like a broken record.

Every inch closer your car made toward the job, made Guk's hands clench harder and harder.

It's like every emotion he had building up inside of him for Namjoon is suddenly going to come pouring out in a display of strength.

"We can have lunch together later," you offer, pulling into the building's garage.

"I thought that was a given," your fiance breathes, tilting his head to look at you.

You simply tilt your head and nod. "Y-Yeah, I guess."

You're not good at this whole reassurance thing. You never even reassured yourself over the years.

Jeongguk fixes his tie and when you park the car and shut the engine off, he can see now just how fast and wild his knee is bouncing.

You noticed this throughout the ride over too but you haven't mentioned it for fear of making him more nervous.

"Alrighty, c'mon," you coo, opening your door and grabbing your purse.

Taking a deep breath, your fiance steps out of the car as well. He uses the blacked out window of the car beside yours to slick back the sides of his hair before turning to you.

"Ready?" you smile, fixing your dress.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he replies, rounding the car and curling an arm around your waist.

He doesn't wanna be that guy that constantly bitches about stuff. He can't be that guy. There really is nothing to complain about in his life right now and if he did then that would just be selfish.

Stepping onto the elevator, you press the button for the top floor. You step in front of him, fixing his tie in silence. The father of your child simply sighs, kissing your forehead sweetly.

As the doors finally go to close, an arm juts out, catching the sliding doors and forcing them to open again. When you turn around to see who it is, you find yourself smiling.

"Morning, Joon," you announce.

"Hey, gorgeous," he breathes, finally looking up from his phone to see Guk towering behind you with widening eyes.

You clear your throat awkwardly, you're used to those words after all these years. You're used to the half assed flirting attempts but Jeongguk Jeon is not.

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck, giving Guk a polite smile as the doors finally slam shut.

You can practically feel heat radiating off of your fiance's body behind you and he curls his arm around your stomach, planting his hand on your belly.

Oh, the silence in the elevator is creepy.

The simple muzak that flits over the speakers does not bring you comforting solace like it usually does. Instead, it makes your heart beat harder, it makes your blood pound faster through your veins as you feel Jeongguk clench harder onto you.

You tilt your head to look up at him but it's the wrong choice. His eyes are narrowed and animalistic in the blonde man's direction.

When he opens his mouth to speak, Joon speaks first.

"Excited for your first day of work, Guk?" the blonde man inquires, pulling out a folder and skimming through it, "It's like mommy and me, huh? Finally getting out into the big world."

Oh, no.

Namjoon feels hurt.

You've seen this only once before, when Jack Sypruse got the contract for one of the main vineyards that produce grapes for your wines over him. When this man is hurt, his tongue is like a silver dagger. He's ready and willing to say anything and everything to make himself feel better.

But Jeongguk isn't a professional, he's not about to take shit. Especially when he built himself up all morning with a ball of hatred and uneasiness in his heart.

"Watch your fucking mouth," Guk warns, gently guiding you behind his body.

His frame is muscled and large before you, shielding you from anything you might end up seeing.

"You should be grateful. You wouldn't be here in this elevator if it wasn't for me," Joon announces, slamming the folder shut.

Guk gives a short laugh, one devoid of any real humor. "Grateful, huh? Maybe you're just bitter."

Your eyes dart over to the LED pad which continuously rises in number as you head to the top floor.

You pray for no scuffle in the elevator, you pray for no blood that your employees will see.

"Bitter?!" Namjoon guffaws, "Bitter about what?!"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe that I put my baby inside the woman you've been in love with for y-"

"Watch your mouth!" Joon hollers, taking a step forward.

"Make me, buddy," Guk whispers, stepping up as well.

You whine uncomfortably, rocking from one foot to the other as the counter finally stops.

The elevator dings and you turn your head sharply to your fiance.

"Wow, we're at work!" you cheer, grabbing Guk's wrist.

When the doors spring open, you swallow thickly and when you pull him there's no response.

Wedging your foot in the door, you turn back to see their stare off.

"We're at work," you remind them in a gentle song like whisper through your teeth.

"I am grateful you brought me back to her. But don't say it like you gave up something. She was never yours to have. If she was, she would have taken any of your advances over the last seven years. But she didn't. So…" your fiance shrugs, pulling his wrist away from you just to intertwine your fingers, "Don't be a prick, Namjoon. It doesn't suit you."

You open your mouth to speak but the blonde man simply chuckles bitterly. "You don't know me well enough to know what suits me, escort."

"Gukkie, please," you beg softly, looking up at him with pleading, doe-like eyes.

He glances at you quickly before sighing. "C'mon, sweetheart."

Your fiance wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you out of the elevator with him leaving Namjoon alone.

"He's a fucking asshole," Guk mumbles, shaking his head.

"Joon is just being sensitive," you offer, allowing your employees to step out of your way.

You do realize how they look at you these days. You're showing now, your belly rounding out at the now five month mark. It's surely a shock to them, the dead inside, snappy boss has suddenly become this calm, pregnant woman. But love changes people all the time.

"I don't give a fuck what he's being, I will knock him th-" Guk stops himself when he sees your big eyes, alerting him of how loud he's becoming.

You simply sigh, pushing the glass door to your office open.

"I'm not working with him," Guk announces as he pushes the door closed.

Setting your purse down on your desk, you gingerly slide your satin gloves off your arms. Your eyes slowly rise to meet his and you bite your bottom lip already knowing how miserable he feels.

Your fiance barrels towards the sitting chairs, throwing himself down in one with a huff.

"I told you not to come to work," you sigh, sitting down in your own chair.

Guk looks up from the floor, watching how you cup your belly as you turn on your computer.

He's being a little bitch right now. He can't be stressing out the mother of his child like this… He knows better.

"I'll go apologize," he whispers, combing his fingers through his hair.

Your eyes soften further at the inner battle you can see the father of your child going through right now.

He's prideful and you should not be the person that takes that away from him.

"You'll be under my guidance today then," you breathe, folding your arms.

"You have a lot on your plate, baby. I'm sorry," Guk apologizes, running his hands over the knees of his suit pants.

"I would rather you be content during your day than being upset. Besides, Joon was rude for no reason," you reason, leaning back in your chair.

"I'm your personal assistant, so you just tell me what to do and I'm on it!" your fiance beams, turning his head to the doors of your office when they open.

Joon enters with a stack of folders in hand and a sour look on his face. He ignores the father of your child all together, striding right towards your desk without a word.

"Here's last week's sales reports and the quota for next month that has to be met before the fourth quarter," the blonde man breathes, placing the files on your desk.

"Thank you Joonie," you whisper, not looking away from your computer screen.

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Jeongguk roll his eyes in turn and you try your hardest to not cringe.

"Do you want me to make you some tea?" Joon inquires, sitting on the edge of your desk.

"Oh no, I'm oka-"

"I'm her assistant, I'll make it. Just tell me where, baby girl," your fiance cuts you off.

Here we go. Another pissing contest.

"Do you even know how she takes her tea?" Joon guffaws, finally turning to look at your man.

Guk smiles then, a fierce, bitter smile curls over his lips and you narrow your eyes at your screen hoping that you fade into the background between the both of them. "Depends on what tea. If it's black tea then with milk and sugar. If it's green tea then with sugar and lemon. If it's chamomile then just milk. I could go on. I'm going to marry this woman, unlike you, I should know how she takes her drinks."

"I should have never bought you that fucking drin-"

"What'd you think would happen if you didn't? You'd become this grand hero that marries my woman and adopts my fucking kid as your own? Man up, dude. You acting pissy with me is not going to fucking help you."

"Y/N! Are you gonna let him talk to me like this?!" Namjoon gasps, turning to you with wide eyes.

"Guk, the kitchen is to your left down the hallway. Five doors down," you simply say, grabbing the top folder off the pile.

"What kind of tea do you want, sweetheart?" Jeongguk asks, standing up.

"Black tea, please. Dec-"

"Decaffeinated. I'm on it, baby," he says, giving you a wink and taking his leave.

When the glass door finally swings shut, you slam the folder closed with a huff. Your eyes shoot straight up to the blonde man's and you narrow them sharply. "Why are you acting like an asshole, Namjoon Kim?!"

"Me?! I'm acting like an asshole?! Are you kidding me?!" he grinds out through his teeth, standing up tall.

"You have been picking on him since the second you stepped foot in that elevator! He hasn't done anything wrong and you're treating him like some kind of disease or something! Stop it!" you counter, folding your arms.

"Oh my God, Y/N, please. I can see how annoyed he was to even be here as soon as I saw you both," Joon shakes his head.

"He was already gearing himself to get shit on. Which I didn't think would happen but here we are! You need to come to terms with what's going on because it seems like you're going to be relentless with him until you do so," you simply state, standing up and turning to the large windows of your office.

"What?! I have come to terms with it! It's his shitty attitude that's causing me to act like this!"

This is not healthy. You can hear the pain and anger in his voice, almost as if it's making all of his organs tremble. He's not ready to be here. You never loved someone for years with no solution. You've never had the big heart like Joon does.

You can't imagine his pain and you can't imagine how painful it must be for him to see this.

"Go home," you breathe, looking down at the city below you.

"What?" Joon hisses, sticking his neck out to hear you.

"Go work from home for a while. I can't deal with this stress right now," you repeat, turning to look at him.

"Y/N… Don't be like that--"

"This pregnancy is really not that easy for me and you and Guk fighting is stressing me out. Please, for me, just go work from home until you feel better about the situation," you ask politely, putting your hand to your heart.

"You have got to be kidding me," the blonde man guffaws, tugging at the neck of his tie.

"You have been a trusted person in my life for quite a long time but now I think you need some time to work things out on your own. It might not be immediate but--"

"I'm the fucking Vice President! I need to be here!"

"Then I will go home and stay at home with Guk still as my assistant. Take your pick. It's no skin off my ass," you retort, feeling your pregnancy hormones now swirling a sick, angry ball within the pit of your stomach.

He stays silent for a while, taking off his glasses to clean them diligently.

The air in the room is now chilly, causing goosebumps to adorn your skin entirely.

Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, he gives an almost bitter smirk as he shakes his head. "It hurts me."

As simple and bland as his words are, you know exactly what he means.

All of this, every single thing since you've gotten with Jeongguk has hurt him. Even needing him and holding onto him when you were apart with the father of your child hurt.

"I know. And I'm sorry you feel that way," you apologize, turning back to the window.

"I…I love you," he whispers softly, folding his arms.

You sigh softly, shutting your eyes at how sorrowful his words sound. You don't know how to reply. Do you apologize for his love? Do you simply shrug off his emotions and how you feel?

"I know you don't feel the same way. And I fucking know that I am not the guy for you. But it still hurts. You weren't mine to have, you never have been but I always felt that way," Namjoon breathes, shaking his head.

Then there's silence again.

You finally go to speak as he does.

"Joo-"

"I'm gonna take a vacation and go to Maui. Will you approve that for me? I have three months of vacation. I'm gonna go to Hawaii for a month and heal myself," he blurts out, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

You run your hands over your face, turning around to him. Striding over to your desk, you gingerly sit down.

"Yes, I'll approve it," you say finitely, grabbing your folders.

"I'll fill out the form at home," he breathes, rounding the desk to hug you.

When you look up at him the glass door to your office opens with your fiance holding a porcelain teacup.

"You good, baby?" Guk inquires, crossing the long floor to meet your desk.

"Yes," you promise, giving Joon a small smile.

He returns it, even though it's pained and lost, without another word he leaves and you close your eyes once more.

"What just happened?" Guk inquires, sitting back down on the opposite side of your desk.

"Something that was going to happen regardless of whether I wanted it to or not," you mumble, opening up one of the folders at random.

"What?" the father of your child asks confused, crossing his legs.

"Joon is taking a vacation," you announce, not looking up from the countless words and numbers on the page before you.

"Why?" Jeongguk breathes, tilting his head to look out the glass doors.

"Because he needs to work out his feelings. Away from work and away from you. He needs to come back and be professional. Just like you will have to be now that he's gone," you voice throughout your large office.

When you lift your head to look at him, his handsome smile and the tilt of his head sends shivers down your spine.

"Yes, ma'am. I will be as diligent as ever," Jeongguk promises.

As you go to pick up your teacup, you watch as Namjoon slings on his long, woolen peacoat. He steps into the elevator and your eyes meet as he lifts his head. Bringing the teacup up to your lips, you nod your head to him and he does the same with an emotionless face.

It'll take time, but you'll get there. All the pieces will fall into place.

[untaemedqueen]

Finding My Pack Masterlist

Alpha!OT7 & Omega!Reader

Genre: Fated Mates, Omegaverse, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Series Warnings: Omega Abuse (Not By OT7), Fated Mates/Soulmates, Scent Sympathy, Sunshine!FMC, Knotting, Smut, MMMMMMMF, MMMF, MMF, MF, Breeding Kink, Cursing, Dom!OT7, Sub!Reader

This book can be found on Patreon. A chapter is released every Sunday!

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

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[untaemedqueen]

Chapter 55 is up now on Patreon! The journey really is almost over, just a few more chapters to go :')

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