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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

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

Chapter 21.

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

Warnings For This Chapter: Pregnant Sex, Dom!Jeongguk, Begging, Praise, Daddy Kink, Creampie

With your head pressed against your fiance's shoulder, he drifts his thumb over the recently acquired sonogram picture.

"He's gonna be a force to be reckoned with," Jeongguk muses, beginning to smile at the small black and white photo.

There's been something lingering in the air today. Guk can only recognize it as pure joy.

It's pure absolute joy and serenity as it bleeds through the thick flower bushes of your spacious garden.

"Do you think that… that I'm gonna be a good dad?" the father of your child inquires.

You simply lift your head, drifting your hand over his handsome face. "You're perfect. So yes, I think you'll be a good dad. You're scary perfect."

Guk can only smirk at your words. "Scary perfect?"

You lean back on the comfortable lounge chair, allowing the sun to dance over your skin. The rays warm you completely, soaking your bones in the wonderous heat.

"I've never met a man that made me completely change within days of meeting him," you sigh, closing your eyes to bask in the sun's glow.

"You never met the right man, " he counters, laying back beside you.

Guk turns his head to you, watching how serene you look. He's known so many women in his life and none of them can measure up to you -- ever.

God, you're a vision to him.

Even these days when he talks to Jimin and Tae, the father of your child can see how much he himself has changed. He was a hollow shell for quite a long time, made up of handsome looks and dastardly charm. He himself was someone he wouldn't want to meet and now he's changed too. He's become so much more than what he expected to be.

"I love you," he breathes, turning onto his side and staring at you.

"I love you too," you reply earnestly, peeking one eye open and surveying him.

He smiles wider, reaching over and caging you against him with his tattooed arm. His muscles bulge and ripple, veins protruding with little to no effort and you simply sigh at how completely lucky you are.

"I don't wanna go to work tomorrow," he breathes, burying his face in your neck.

He kisses down your skin softly, nipping at all of the right places that get you to squirm for him.

"Should have thought about that before accepting the job," you tease, letting him mold your body closer to his.

His fingers tug at the hem of your tank top and before you know it he's sweetly cupping your breast.

"I just don't want to stay home and do nothing," he scoffs, angling himself to be situated behind you.

The tips of his fingers pluck and tease at your hardening bud and your mind instantly becomes fogged with lust.

"Mhm," you whimper, pushing your backside to meet his groin.

"You're not even listening to me," he muses, kissing over your shoulder.

"Yes I am," you reply mindlessly, gripping his shorts and tugging them down.

Guk simply raises an eyebrow, watching how your hand roams for his hardening cock. A playfully smirk creeps onto his features and he moves his hips closer for you to grasp him.

He hisses softly through his teeth when you finally touch him, eyes fluttering closed at your eagerness.

"Then what did I say?" he mumbles into your ear, parting his lips just enough to catch the lobe between his teeth.

You can hear your heart racing in your ears and nothing that has been said can be recollected in your memory.

He nips at your earlobe harsher, adoring the stunted whine you give. "What did I say, baby girl?"

"Something about work or… whatever," you gasp, pushing your underwear to the side.

Jeongguk grips your breast harder, watching with avid eyes as you skillfully back up to his cock.

"Your breasts are so heavy, goddamn," he groans, letting his head rest against the comfy cushion of the chaise lounge.

Your thumb spreads the slick precum he beads around the head of his cock and he simply shudders at the feeling.

You continue to back up until he begins to stretch you, defiling your pregnant cunt with his thick cock.

"Fuuuuck," your fiance groans, opening his lust-lidded eyes to look down at where you two are joined.

You stop when he's fully inside of you, the head nestling softly against your cervix.

"Take this shit off," Guk begs, tugging at your top.

While you get to work to free yourself of the fabric confines, his strong hand grips at your underwear and he tears them off in a quick show of strength.

You whimper softly, adoring how his lips continue to dance over your skin.

"C'mere," he hisses, cupping your stomach lovingly.

He pulls out slowly, groaning at how tight and warm you are around him before thrusting back in roughly.

A choked groan leaves your lips, hands gripping for anything to situate yourself but he doesn't give you time.

"Fuck, this pussy feels so goddamn good!" Guk whimpers, starting a smooth, relentless pace.

You grab at his arm that coddles your belly, head tilting back to press against his chest.

"I got you, baby. I'm right here," he coos, lifting your leg to have better access.

His fingers dig into your flesh, practically massaging the skin with clenching motions.

"Who do you belong to?" he inquires, letting his free hand beneath you tease your nipple.

"You, daddy. You own me," you sob, pushing your hips back to meet every thrust.

"That's fuckin' right I do, baby," Guk whispers in your ear.

The chaise lounge quivers beneath you both as the father of your child picks up speed. The pleasure is so profound and so amazing that it punches the air from your lungs. You gasp and whine in stunted sobs as he continues to wreck you, making you a dumb mess on his hard cock.

"Daddy, please! More!" you whine.

He can hear the neediness in your voice, he can hear how sweetly and earnestly you need this.

Pulling out of you, he lays you on your back. As he sits up, he strips himself of his shirt, letting all of the ink he's acquired over the years be on show. Planting one foot on the ground and one knee beside your thigh, he enters you once more.

Your chest heaves, back arching needily.

With each thrust, Guk is seemingly hypnotized by how your breasts jiggle. They're so swollen and ready to produce milk for his son that his mind is going into overdrive.

"Shit," he hisses, cupping your tits with gentle hands.

Bending down, his lips suckle softly at the sensitized skin.

Your hips lift up for more and your fiance simply moans at how tight you are around him.

When he switches to your other nipple, he can feel the slow build up of your cunt muscles begging for release and he fucks you harder in turn.

"Oh my god! Daddy, yes! Right there!" you cry out, throwing your head back.

"Yeah?" Jeongguk goads breathlessly, moving one of his hands down to the apex of your thighs, "Right here, baby? You like daddy's cock fucking you like this?"

The gentle breeze that enraptures you, the way your voice echoes throughout the mansion's garden seems to shroud you in this fantasy that you're more than happy to stay in.

"Right there! Yes!" you sob, grabbing onto his arms tightly.

The bubble within you is raring to burst and you cry out his name as well as a multitude of expletives.

"Give it to me, sweetheart. You know I love to watch you cum," he coos, sitting back up.

Guk's hand grips the top of the lounge chair, letting the stability give him more confident power to fuck you seven ways to hell.

And without so much as another plea, you fall undone before him. He hisses at how tight you get, relishing in how you cry out his name.

"God!" he gasps, bending down to kiss you.

His lips are passionate and sweet against yours, opening slightly to let out a groan as his cum fills you with warmth.

"I love you," he whispers against your lips.

Your fingers drift through his dark hair, a satiated smile curling onto your lips. "I love you too."

He sighs softly, pulling out of you just to lay back down at your side and enter you again with his semi-hard cock.

"I don't wanna go to work tomorrow," he grumbles childishly.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to. Only if you want to. Besides, it's just a little something to do until you get back to Stanford."

Guk picks up his shirt, draping it over your chest as the breeze becomes chillier.

"You think I should go back?" he inquires, pushing some hair back behind your ear.

"I think you should do what makes you happy. Theoretical physics makes you happy," you reply, drifting your fingertips over his chest.

"You make me happy," he murmurs sweetly, laying his head down on the pillow as you do so.

"I'm not theoretical. I'm right here," you whisper.

"Thank God for that," he groans, wrapping his arms around you.

When the alarm goes off for work, Guk is completely unexcited. You on the other hand are already used to getting up at this time. Your body clock, even while you're pregnant, still works just the same.

"Work time," you chirp, pressing a kiss to Guk's temple.

He groans loudly in disagreement, pouting up in your direction even with his eyes still glued shut.

"You don't have to come," you remind him, getting out of your large bed.

Hawking jumps up to be the handsome man's cuddling partner and you simply smirk at the sight. He wraps his arms around the large dog, accepting the sweet, excited licks.

"Dude, your breath. Goddamn," he wheezes, rolling out of the bed until he's on the floor.

You simply snort, getting ready to take on the day as you enter your bathroom.

It isn't a minute later before your fiance enters with sleepy eyes and a wild bed head.

"Can I spend the day with you?" he begs sweetly, putting some toothpaste on his brush.

"Probably not because I have my own office," you reply sweetly, combing your hair out.

"So? Move my stuff into your office," Guk garbles, brushing his teeth.

"Namjoon has to teach you your job first," you try to reason.

Jeongguk simply rolls his eyes. "I'm answering the phone, not saving lives. I know how to answer a phone."

"I know, baby," you reply, running a hand over his bare arm.

You don't know how well this is going to work out but since Guk wanted to try it there's no reason to say no. In fact, you find it nice that he wants to work with you. But you do know that At Your Service was completely different from your job. Guk didn't have anyone to answer to except his clients and he was never told what to do by superiors because that's not how the job worked.

He wants to be close to you and that's great! But it also leaves a lot of things up in the air.

For one, he does not want to work under Namjoon. He said, 'I would rather roll around in pig shit.' Which isn't the best way to start off.

While he is still appreciative that Joon helped the two of you get back together, something inside of him will still never let go of the fact that the tall blonde man loved you for years.

"You should just chain me up to the bed with my cock out and make me wait for you to get home," he suggests cheekily, wrapping his arms around you.

There's a sudden sweet stare off through the large illuminated mirror before you and he breaks first with a dancing smile that makes the corners of his eyes scrunch up cutely.

"Y'know, I can be a good assistant without Namjoon telling me how to do it," he suggests, brushing his hair.

"Guk," you breathe, looking over at him.

"I'm just playing, baby. I'll take it on the chin. I know work is different and you're very professional," he announces, simmering down.

"I don't want you to be miserable," you simply state, turning on the bath.

"I'm never miserable when I'm with you, baby girl," he answers, stepping out of his briefs.

"Well good!" you cheer, stepping into the bathtub.

"But I will be miserable if Namjoon starts some shit," Guk whispers audibly, stepping in as well.

You simply blink at him before going under the bath water and closing your eyes.

Today is going to be… really fun.

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Chapter 20 has been published!

At Your Service Masterlist

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

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

Series Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Unexpected Pregnancy, Almost InstaLove, Instalust

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

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

Chapter 20.

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

Warnings For This Chapter: Revelations

There's a long pause just seemingly waiting in the wind this afternoon as Jeongguk puts on his dress shirt.

The recent wedding events clarified just how in love he is with you. He's protective and emotionally charged with anything and everything that has to do with you. Standing up to the people that tore you down only solidified how far he would go to make you comfortable.

He would have beat Jasper into the lower rings of hell for even looking at you wrong.

He almost did.

So now as he gets ready for his trip to the office he's worked for for years, he isn't afraid to think that this will take a burdensome load off of his shoulders.

"Almost ready?" you inquire, peeking into the walk in closet.

"Yeah, I'm good to go," he breathes, grabbing his watch and turning toward you.

A smile creeps over his handsome face, watching how you lean against the door frame with both of your arms crossed curiously.

"What?" you ask, lifting your hand to brush off any crumbs that might be on your face.

Your boyfriend strides over, taking your hand as it inches upward and bends down to press his forehead against yours.

"You're beautiful and I love you," Guk whispers, closing his eyes.

"I love you too," you reply, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"That's all I need," he murmurs, pressing his chin to the top of your head and sighing happily.

Stepping into At Your Service, Guk is hit with the overwhelmingly familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine. It brings back nostalgia in waves and he can almost remember the exact day he began working here.

He was wearing these grey slacks that were way too big for him and a cardigan that was pimply and knitted weirdly. He didn't know anyone and all he knew was that fucking was making him a lot of money already. Now years later, strolling past the front desk with a black striped dress shirt that has three buttons open and fitted black dress pants that accentuate his thick thighs, he's come a long way.

"Lydia," he greets pleasantly.

She gives him a polite nod, not really looking up from her magazine.

She was always the only receptionist that had dignity about her.

"Hey," she murmurs, grabbing her sparkling water.

He continues down the long hallways, sometimes casually peeking into one of the clear office rooms where a random woman or two is meeting their next date or hook up.

Now that Guk thinks about it… this is all so impersonal.

'Hey, how are you doing?'

'I'm doing fine, thanks. And you?'

'I'm great. Wanna bang?'

It's astounding.

He consciously chooses to take the path that would keep him away from Jimin and Taehyung. He doesn't feel like hearing Tae's mouth and he's not in the mood to listen to Chjm ramble on today.

He just wants to get in here, say his peace and go home with you to cuddle and fornicate until he's spent under silk sheets.

The father of your child nods to a few of his other coworkers that aren't in meetings, taking in their fresh faced looks.

He's been here such a long time that some of these faces he doesn't even remember.

Finally, he comes to the two cloudy glass double doors that he's been seeking and he knocks gently but firmly in hopes that he's heard.

"Yeah? Come in."

With the order, he gently pushes in the door.

He hasn't seen the inside of this office for years. It's changed a lot since Guk has been here.

Rounding the desk is the man Jeon Jeongguk has known since his college days. He's decked out in a three piece suit, his blonde hair slicked back just enough where it doesn't look greasy and he has this air about him that bleeds money and begs for people to fuck with him.

"Tony," Guk greets professionally, extending his hand.

"Oh stop that shit!" Tony laughs, he grabs Guk's forearm with a friendly smile and the father of your child does the same, giving a big smile back.

"Sit down, dude! Please!" Tony fawns, waltzing over to the drinks caddy he's had time to put in since his parent's were the owners.

Your fiance does as told, looking around the professional office shortly before turning back to the man he's known for years.

He watches him pour two big glasses of whisky before striding over to the glass desk and sliding it across.

"So what's up, my man? You look really good these days! I've seen your numbers, I knew you would be perfect for this even back in our good ol' college days!"

Guk doesn't want to take a trip down memory lane. He doesn't need the reminder.

"I wanted to come in and talk with you because-"

"Is it the old cronies we're sending you out to? Cause they request you, dude. I get it, the old bags aren't the kind of eye candy you want to be having to go out and meet but they do have cash," Tony interrupts, lifting his glass with a wink.

"Oh. No. I don't care about that, some of them were really nice. I'm just here to tell-"

"That's good! As long as the cash is flowing then daddy's happy!"

Guk forgot just how annoying Tony can be and right now it's coming back in waves. In college, he's not sure anyone the blonde man was talking to could ever get their point of view across -- ever.

The father of your child chuckles awkwardly, taking a sip of his whisky to quell the frizzled nerves that are starting to sprout up.

"So what can I do for you, big dog? How can I help one of my star money makers? Cause that's what you are. A star," Tony chuckles, clapping his hands loudly and rubbing them together in some sort of bizarre, seemingly gross manner.

"I just need to tell you that I'm q-"

"Do you want a raise? Is that it? Because I can get you a raise! It might make poorer women look over you in the look book but I can do that for you!"

Guk sighs softly, shaking his head at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Holy shit, the escort feels like his head is going to explode.

How can one person be so infuriating? Jesus Christ.

"I am quitting!" Jeongguk enunciates, holding up his hand and pressing his index and thumb together.

The look on Tony's face is like he just got shot. His perfectly handsome features twist and change into pure shock and horror at the words. His mouth drops open and he blinks several times for it to sink in.

"What?" Tony hisses, standing up. He begins to pace behind his large desk chair, propping his hand beneath his chin, "Big dog, you're my star quarterback here! You're my team captain! You can't quit, dude! You've worked here for years! Look, man, if it's the money I can get you more money! I can get you hotter clients that want to bone. I can-"

Now it's Jeongguk's turn to interrupt and it's written all over his face how good that feels.

"I'm getting married and I have a baby on the way, I don't want to be an escort anymore," he simply states, finishing off his whisky with a cringe.

Tony stops pacing to turn around. "Oh, man. That's crazy. It's crazy cool, though! I mean… congratulations that's super sick but… I'm just surprised I'm losing you like this!"

Guk simply shrugs, fixing his watch. "It's gonna give me peace of mind and ultimately make me happier so I have to do it for myself."

The blonde man nods, holding up a finger before digging into the desk. "Here! Take this!"

He holds out a couple of thousand dollars and Guk tilts his head. "Tony, no. I'm not taking your m-"

"Oh, come on! It's a wedding and baby gift! I've known you for like a million years! Take the damn money, big dog! You deserve it!" Tony insists, shaking his hand.

Guk sucks an unsure breath between his teeth, grabbing the money. "Thank you, it's very kind of you."

"Yeah, I'm a giver," the blonde man agrees, sitting back down at his desk, "Y'know Applehyme is gonna be crushed."

Guk laughs then, rolling his eyes at the prospect of the older woman. "I think she'll be just fine."

Tony chuckles, folding his arms. "It was a pleasure to have you work for me, man. Really. You're dope."

The father of your child blinks. "Yeah… you too… man."

The boss smiles widely, winking at him. "Go on. Go have a real life then."

"Thanks," Guk mumbles, putting the money in his pocket.

As he goes to leave, his attention is called back to Tony as he grabs the door handle.

"Yo, Guk?!"

He turns his attention as he opens the door, tilting his head.

"Is your girl hot?"

The father of your child snorts softly, catching himself as he goes to roll his eyes. "Super hotm very gorgeous."

"Niiiiice, big dog. Very nice!"

As Guk leaves the office, he feels as if he's stepped out of a frat boy alternate universe and he can only shake his head at the past encounter.

That man has not changed for a single damn second. That's crazy.

He begins his brisk walk back to the car where you wait for him and he goes over the meeting once more and all that's transpired.

He never once remembered Tony like that and now that he has he can't stop thinking about it.

It's really astounding how people stay stuck in their ways for years on end. He wonders if the blonde man has ever gotten married, he wasn't paying attention to a wedding band but he doesn't seem like the type to settle. Although, Guk could be wrong and he's a super loyal guy to his woman.

Tony is kind of an enigma.

As Guk climbs back into the car, he greets you with a gentle kiss before sliding his hand over your stomach.

"How did it go?" you inquire, pushing some of his hair back.

"It was like a blast from the past. Wasn't terrible, though," he announces, kissing your temple.

"Well, that's good!" you cheer happily, giving him a smile.

"You would never interrupt me when I'm talking, right, baby girl?" he asks, putting on his seatbelt.

"No, that's rude," you breathe, starting the car up.

"Yeah… it is," he murmurs, lacing your fingers together.

It isn't everyday you get to go out to a lovely fancy dinner with the father of your child. Nor is it normal for his two best friends to show up either.

This feels good though, it feels healthy and you like that.

From the moment you stepped out of your closet, Guk cannot keep his hands off of you. Your dress is incredibly short, incredibly revealing showing off all the swollen, wonderful body parts that are growing because of his baby and the dress is tight enough around your stomach to make you seem probably more pregnant than you are.

He's obviously very happy with the choice of clothing and you're very proud that he is.

The private room that shelters you while you eat in this luxurious restaurant gives him enough courage to constantly have his hand dipping between your thighs as he talks to his two friends.

You were surprised Taehyung showed up and so was Guk to be honest. Maybe Tae is getting over the pain of having him taken away. You can only hope.

"I'm happy to see you," Guk tells the handsome man, leaning back in his chair with his glass of scotch close to his face.

God, everything he does is just so attractive. How does anyone in the world stand a chance when Jeon Jeongguk exists?

"Yeah I didn't know if I should come. I was an asshole lately," Tae bleats, combing his fingers through his hair.

Jimin just folds his arms, shrugging at you with a toothpick snuggly between his plush lips.

Guk tilts his head and sips his scotch unsure of what to say other than agreeing. "What's so wrong with me being happy, Tae? Everyone makes mistakes. You're not above it all. You know that."

"No, I know!" Taehyung agrees quickly, watching how your fiance angles himself closer to you to drift his hand over your stomach, "I was just feeling bitter."

"Why?"

The question is so simple and you and Jimin almost choke on your own spit at the word. Jimin hastily guzzles water while you find it apt to shove a piece of buttered bread into your mouth.

Guk doesn't seem to notice, taking his friend's thoughts and feelings as the most important thing right now.

The handsome man across the table from him simply shakes his head. "I just… I can't tell you. I don't want to ruin our friendship even more then--"

"You didn't ruin our friendship! Don't say that! I invited you here tonight, didn't I? Please… Tae… C'mon," Guk practically begs, wanting so eagerly to understand what's been going on.

Sure, it's one thing to be protective and defensive of your friend but to be that vicious about it? It's concerning.

Taehyung sighs heavily, picking up his expensive brandy and guzzling it for liquid courage of some kind.

He shakes his head, seeming like he's having some deep inner conflict.

You decide to just look down at your lap, tracing the outline of your stomach that seems to peek out in this tight dress.

Jimin guzzles his own drink, closing his eyes at the thoughts swimming through his mind.

"Tae?"

"Just hold on!" he snaps, running his now sweaty palms over his suit pants.

Jeongguk widens his eyes, taking a sip of his scotch wordlessly.

"I just… am very protective of you. I…" the handsome man stops himself before starting again, "Jimin and I have been a thing and we were wondering if you wanted to be a thing with us but then you started dating and I got upset."

You nod to yourself for a moment, happy that the truth has come out and that it can stay that way but then there's silence.

There's silence for a long time.

An incredibly long time.

You don't have the courage to look up at the rest of the people at the table so you just sit patiently and wait for someone to say something.

"What do you mean 'a thing'?" Jeongguk inquires finally.

His voice is very hollow and short, not judgemental but inquisitive.

"A relationship thing. We fuck… often," Jimin clarifies and when the youngest's eyes snap to his, he makes himself smaller in his chair.

"How long?" Jeongguk asks, folding his arms.

"Three, almost four years," Tae murmurs, staring down at his plate.

"FOUR YEARS," Guk booms.

You look up quickly to see the sparkling water within your glass quaking at the force of his voice.

Taehyung and Jimin both flinch in kind, staring down.

Guk runs his hands over his face, taking a deep breath to steady the betrayal and nerves within him.

When he stands, your eyes follow him. He stalks towards the private room double doors, the muscles in his back are tense.

He grips the door handle for a moment before collecting himself and turning around.

"Listen to me," he calls to his best friends, they both turn to him with weary eyes and he sighs at the sight, "I'm not mad you're in a relationship. I'm happy about that. If you guys are happy then that's great. You know I don't judge, I've done stuff with guys before understanding it wasn't for me. But I'm fucking pissed that you hid this from me for four years! And I understand if it's something you're not ready to tell the world yet. I understand that. But I still feel betrayed and hurt. Period."

He leaves the room in a single second and you shift awkwardly in your chair.

Taehyung goes to stand but Jimin simply plants a hand on his chest. "He's not ours to look after anymore. Y/N is his choice."

The handsome man diagonally from you looks over at you and the wicked gaze you expect to get doesn't happen. He nods understandingly, grabbing Guk's drink and chugging it all with a flinch.

You slowly stand up and make your way out of the room, looking for Guk through the now busy, loud restaurant. You check in certain little alcoves but ultimately step outside only to find him sitting on one of the benches near the front door. His head is down between his knees and his hands are in his hair.

The night air is brisk and chilly, sending goosebumps shooting up over your skin. When you approach, Guk looks up.

"You're gonna catch a cold, baby! What're you doing out here!" he hisses, pulling off his suit jacket and standing up in a flash.

He wraps the jacket around you, running his hands over your arms to transfer some semblance of warmth. You simply hug him tightly and he sighs loudly above you.

Jeongguk buries his face in your hair, eyes fluttering shut. You can feel his heart hammering inside his chest but you stay silent.

"Fuck," he curses, hugging you tighter.

"They're happy," you whisper in his ear and he solemnly nods, pressing his face into your sweet smelling neck.

"Good. They deserve to be, it's just going to take me a minute to wrap my brain around it," Guk replies, taking a large calming breath.

The truth is out now and there's nowhere to go from here but up.

#at your service #ays #chapter 20 #chap 20 #jeon jeongguk #jeongguk x reader #jeongguk #jeongguk fic

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Pornstar!Yoongi x Fan Fiction Writer!Reader

Genre: Strangers To Lovers!AU, Smut, Fluff

WordCount: 24k

Warnings: Masturbation, Fingering, Big Dick!Yoongi, Slight Dom!Yoongi, Degradation (Slut, Cum Slut), Spanking, Sex Against A Wall, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Phone Sex, Edging, Pussy Slapping, Daddy Kink, Hair Pulling, Cock Slapping, Cum Swallowing, Love Making, Marking, Body Worship, Cunnilingus, Face Fucking, Multiple Orgasms, Possessive!Yoongi, Forced Orgasm, Doggy Style, Impreg Kink

A/N: Again the biggest shout outs to my crew @ppersonna, @ladyartemesia, @xjoonchildx who are constantly rooting for this fic to come out. I love my ladies so much!!!!!!!

There are three things which Yoongi was certain of. One, he was a big star in his field of work. Two, he had a huge cock, one to rival many of the largest names in his industry. Three, he can only find pleasure these days in written word.

He has seen so many bodies in his career. So many different women and men that he cared very little for the human form. Now, written word where he could just simply envision a woman of his choosing doing what is described in twelve font Ariel Black ink. That is where he finds his pleasure.

He found himself after a long day on set, looking for mental relief. People make fun of his job, but it’s incredibly taxing on one’s spirit. He tried for years and years to be not only the best porn star in his field, but the most talked about. He succeeded after not too long, one utterly embarrassing title called ‘Little Cat, Bowl of Milk’ skyrocketed his success and had people coming back time and time again to his profile on all the major porn sites. He began to realize that success was eating at his bones. He so often found himself not being able to cum as he fucked his co-star half way to Sunday.

It wasn’t about being the greatest anymore, or having the biggest cock in the industry. It was about actually being able to cum without the prop team having to strap a tube on the underside of his cock and pump out this incredibly realistic looking paste that actually looks like jizz. It was practically degrading. And yet, Yoongi only found himself orgasming through reading.

It was a random happenstance as he was scrolling online. Just looking at a few different blogs on Tumblr before finding a link in their biography stating 'Masterlist’. Finding himself intrigued he clicked on the link, the girl with the pen name Nevermore had countless series of books. She was great at writing, truly understanding her character’s complexity and portraying it in such a way that had Yoongi constantly on the edge of his seat. But above all, the sex scenes she wrote were so erotic; so completely entrancing that he began to lose himself in her stories. He had never cum harder than before he read the words she so ardently wrote.

Jumping onto his couch, his feet find their place on the arm as his hand rests beneath his head. “I wonder what’s up with Kyla and Bjorn today.” He whispers to himself before sipping his beer. Every day of the week waits with bated breath to be Sunday. Nevermore publishes every Sunday at 8 o'clock and Yoongi never misses it. He will even stop a late filming just to read her new chapter.

Stopping by her blog fills him with a sense of renewal. He first checks her updated page before anything else. She seemed to have an almost poetic soul within her, as if her fingers poured out earnest sentences with cryptic and riddled meaning. It’s her latest post that catches his attention, first and foremost, before he can even click on the book’s masterlist. He sips his beer as he peruses the post.

Coming Tuesday - Take One.

Pornstar!Min Yoongi x Reader

Author’s Note: I usually research heavily for smut to make it seem the most realistic as possible. I looked into porn to get a sense of what pornstars go through day to day and came across Min Yoongi. Eajsidicjeisoc HE’S UNBELIEVABLE! So the next book will be a fan fiction based on him. And believe me when I say I’M A FAN.

Beer goes flying out of his mouth. Sitting up quickly, his eyes widened at the text.

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Not really an ask: but I just started the series the Bird Cage and it has me in a chokehold. My god is it sooo good. The (Y/!N) is just so likable. 😭 every character just means the world to me. Thank you for sharing it with us :)

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

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

Chapter 19.

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

There's a silence that creeps over the mansion as the morning sun begins to bleed its large rays through the tall windows. It feels somewhat dreadful in some ways. The sun is not bright nor is it hot, it's hazy and hidden behind thin wispy clouds that seem to threaten rain at any given moment.

As Guk sips his coffee, he leans against the large glass doorway watching mist and fog creep over the perfectly kept garden without so much as a loud sigh.

You've been up for hours before him. You tossed and turned all night keeping him away for hours on end. But he can't blame you, he can't be mad at you. He can only imagine the stress of just even thinking about seeing the two people again.

When you told him the story, laid up in bed cuddling to his side, he felt viciously angry at the thought of someone even hurting you in this way. No wonder you were so damaged and lost, they scarred you.

He's known sadness before with Chloe, he's known betrayal and losing one self because of their significant other but it just seems so much worse because it's you.

Putting a hand up to his tie, he knows now just how grateful he should be that he's shaped you into a different person.

Without you, his life would still be stagnant and maybe just the tiniest bit worthless.

Since he knows you're a nervous wreck today, he's giving you some space until you're ready to go.

It's out of respect for you in all honesty.

You haven't made a peep either, slowly going through the motions of taking today's events and registering them into your brain.

When you descend the marble stairs, your heels clicking loudly to let your boyfriend know where you are, he turns to you.

A wide smile creeps onto his face at the sight of you, your black gown is regal and graceful. The see through lace that covers your back, practically hides your tense muscles and within a mere moment Guk is walking over to you.

His arms circle around your waist and he waits patiently until you look up at him. He gives you a pleasant smile, coursing a thumb over your cheek.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Guk asks softly.

You can only shrug, nervously fixing the long black satin gloves that reach up to your elbows.

"You look beautiful," he breathes, laying his other hand on your slowly growing womb.

"I do?" you inquire, your voice riddled with childishness.

"Absolutely you do. I'm the luckiest man in the universe," he whispers, kissing your forehead.

"At least it's a gloomy day for them, maybe it'll rain," you hiss, letting the vengeance curdle through your veins like venom.

The father of your child simply smirks then, knowing just how gorgeously vicious and strong his child will be when it's born.

"Let's go make them rue the day," he whispers conspiratorially.

You start to smile then, knowing that your comfort blanket wouldn't be leaving your side for even a moment.

The nervousness and childishness you feel only triples as Guk pulls up to the Arctic Club Hotel.

You weren't invited to the ceremony but that's perfectly fine with you, you wouldn't want to sit there for hours staring at them as they smile and laugh with each other.

There's something deep inside of you letting you know that the events that happened all those years ago, the betrayal and heart attack that you experienced don't matter anymore.

You're way happier now than you ever were with Jasper. You now know what happiness is and in a way you're grateful for everything because it means that you've overcome a huge gash within you.

Pulling up in front of the nice hotel, Guk fixes his hair through the mirror. His hand runs flat along the side of his head as he slicks back his hair and he fixes the one small piece that falls from his forehead.

In all of your swirling thoughts this morning, you missed out on seeing just how well he put himself together for today.

Now as you look him over, he looks dastardly handsome. The tip of his tongue slowly licks over his lip ring and he tilts his head to you when he feels your eyes boring a hole into his temple.

"What?" he murmurs happily, leaning over the console to give you a gentle kiss to your lips.

You shake your head sweetly, kissing him back.

"C'mon let's get this over with so I can get you home for cuddles," he sighs, opening his door.

When he rounds the car and opens up your door, he casually tosses the keys to your Bugatti to a valet.

You can already feel eyes on you as you take his hand and emerge from the passenger side. You know as well as Guk that no one that is arriving has as much money as you and it's apparent as they stare.

"Watch the paint!" Guk calls to the valet, tucking your arm beneath his.

You steel yourself, sighing softly at the prospect of it all. But at least your boyfriend is with you, he gives you a level of comfort you've never known before.

Stepping into the ballroom, you and the father of your child look around at all of the tables that have been gaudily made up in bright yellows and whites.

It screams mundane taste and you simply notch an eyebrow at the center pieces of fake diamonds and iris flowers. It's a lot to look at and you can't help but peer over at Guk who also seems lost in the choices made by the bride and groom.

When you find your name card, you're surprised to see that you and your plus one are to be sat at the wedding table.

"Gifts?" one of the attendants inquires as you show the card to Guk.

You didn't get a gift, you didn't care to but now that you're being put on the spot you simply dig into your designer clutch and pull out a fresh hundred dollar bill with a shrug.

The man blinks at you, taking the bill with the tilt of his head.

"How… unconventional," he breathes, turning back around to the table of presents.

"Should be grateful they're getting money and not spit," your boyfriend murmurs, putting his hand on your lower back.

You simply snort at his words, letting your eyes glaze over the crowded ballroom before they find their targets.

Simply nodding in their direction, Guk follows the line you draw to them.

In all honesty, he's disappointed. Jasper is not quite attractive enough to lose sleep over and Adi is not nearly as gorgeous as you are.

He hums in confusion, tilting his head at the sight before him.

Adi's wedding dress is so revealing that you have to try and imagine what she'd look like with clothes on.

"Wow, very impressive," Jeongguk breathes, walking you over to the table and pulling out a chair for you.

You give a simple smile to Jasper's mother, who you remember as being very kind all those years ago. Adi's mother too was very kind, since you were always together in your earlier years.

"Y/N?!" you hear as Guk sits down beside you fixing his cufflinks.

Demurely turning your head, you give Adi a polite smile. Your hair finds its way beneath your chin and Guk can only do what he wants as he curls an arm around your shoulders.

She's rushing over to you now and something in the back of your mind prays that she trips but that's just the devil in you.

She's tugging Jasper along, which he seems to hate because if he's not in charge then he's not alright with it from what you can remember.

The father of your child picks up a toothpick, slowly sliding it between his lips and teeth and it makes Adi simply stop before you.

Should have waited seven or so years to try and steal this boyfriend. It would have been an upgrade.

When she's done eye fucking your man, she smiles brightly at you.

"I'm so happy you made it!" she squeals, rounding the table to hug you.

Is she serious?

You give her another smile, allowing her to wrap her arms around you. But when she's not greeted with a warm welcome, she seems to shrink before you.

"Hello, Addison," you breathe, looking down at your nails.

You feel the vengeful spirit within you once more, swirling and gnashing at your heart and soul.

When the parents get up to mingle with others, leaving only you and your boyfriend with the married couple, you simply tilt your head.

Guk told you over and over again in the car on your way here how much more powerful you are than these people. You're smarter and more well off, you're happy and healthy, you're pregnant and glowing, you're a million times better then them and you better think it.

"Who's this?" Adi beams, sitting down beside you.

"Jeongguk Jeon, Y/N's fiance," Guk announces, coursing a thumb over your shoulder.

To hear him even say the word, fills your lungs with fresh air.

Jasper simply takes a seat on the opposite side of Guk, grabbing a bottle of beer from the chilled tub atop the table.

"You look different," he comments, pulling out his keys to open up the bottle.

"Healthy," Adi adds, looking you up and down.

You find yourself slowly losing your will at this moment. Now they're going to be attacking relentlessly. They're going to pry and say nasty things with the sweetest tone. You don't know how to build up your wall again, you don't know how to steel yourself--

"Healthy is right. She should look so healthy when she's pregnant," Guk breathes, coursing a hand over your stomach.

Adi's smile simply begins to falter. Guk will not be letting you get backed into a corner, not today.

"I heard you were making money these days," Jasper announces, slamming down his now empty beer bottle.

"Yeah, I run a wine business," you state, pulling off your gloves.

Guk simply takes them, draping them over his lap kindly. "Don't be so modest, sweetheart. She runs a multimillion dollar company."

Adi begins to rap her nails against the table, waiting patiently for Jasper to have a good comeback but he simply stares at you.

You're not the girl you once were, in most aspects you found yourself to be ruined but now you would say differently. You certainly hardened yourself from the elements, you certainly closed yourself off but the right person made you change.

"So like… you're doing really well for yourself," Adi breathes, brushing her hair off her shoulders to show off her very exposed cleavage.

Guk gets the feeling that they only invited you to make fun of you and it makes his blood boil. His hand clamps down harder onto your shoulder and the toothpick between his teeth snaps as his jaw flexes angrily.

"She's doing amazingly well. You guys should see the mansion, we just redecorated it," the father of your child hisses, combing some hair back behind your ear.

You simply mold yourself into his embrace, needing the warmth and strength he exudes as the onslaught begins.

"That's so interesting, I assumed you would be alright but not this well off, you never really had that sort of… gumption to go out and be a go getter," Jasper says, looking down at his newly acquired wedding band.

You look over at him, suddenly intent on baring your teeth like a wild animal. You don't know what the fuck you even saw in him all those years ago. He's trash and a waste of space.

"Y'know sometimes all it takes is seeing one's boyfriend fuck your best friend to realize that nothing matters and only making money matters," you deadpan, looking down at your nails, "I'm actually really grateful that you did. Imagine if you never fucked Adi and ruined everything, then I might still be stuck with your dumbass and have to hear every boring little tantrum Adi breathes every five fucking seconds. I probably wouldn't have made my business which nets me over ten million dollars a year and I'd never have met Jeongguk who gave me the amazing gift of his child. So I'm really grateful to you both. For being two incredibly despicable human beings, you've given me a second wind. And while I'm sure you're both still living in Jasper's one bedroom apartment, at least I have a mansion I can call home thanks to you guys."

Guk snorts softly, lowering his head to purse his lips.

"Money made you a fucking bitch, huh?" Jasper seethes through his teeth.

Your boyfriend is lifting his head in a matter of seconds, eyes going wide with a fury. "Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to the mother of my child."

You sigh, looking over at Adi whose eyes are red rimmed like she wants to cry. She was always like this, it's a childish trait of hers and it makes you want to sigh happily.

You're so better off without these two fucks.

"Well, I feel as if we've worn out our welcome Gukkie. Don't you?" you inquire to your man, crossing your legs demurely.

He still hasn't taken his eyes off of Jasper. He's in the mood to beat him down now.

"Whatever you say, baby," Gukkie replies.

You give them both a smile, standing up with grace. Digging into your clutch, you pull out another crisp hundred dollar bill. "Congratulations."

Guk stands up behind you, letting his muscles bulge through his suit jacket.

"Pussy bitch," he seethes through his teeth to your ex-boyfriend.

You simply let the bill fly towards the table, sighing softly when it hits the ground. "Whoops."

As you walk away, Jeongguk joins you. His arm curls around your waist and he presses a kiss to your temple sweetly.

"That wasn't so bad," you breathe, going up to the gift table and taking back your hundred dollar bill.

"Speak for yourself, sweetheart. I almost beat the shit out of him," the father of your child hisses, turning his head back to the married couple.

"We'll just have a better wedding and invite them," you suggest, starting towards the ballroom doors.

"Mhm," he mumbles, pushing open the door for you.

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

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

Chapter 18.

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

A long, disgruntled groan is the first thing to grace the father of your child's ears this morning. It stirs him awake, practically feeling your whine of annoyance shoot through him like wildfire.

With a groan himself, he courses his hand over his face groggily. The bed beside him is cold and empty. The bedroom is even emptier, just the television screen illuminating sharp colors reminding your boyfriend that he fell asleep last night before he could shut it off.

"Sweetheart?" he calls out, sitting up against the headboard with heavy, sleep laden limbs.

You hum back in acknowledgment, the annoyance clear in your tone.

You've had an attitude the past couple of days and Guk knows it's because you're nervous about going to the wedding tomorrow. Your muscles have been tense and your hormones are playing around with your anxiety.

Not even the late night massages he gives you can fix all of your stress.

Jeongguk waits a minute, tilting his head towards the doorway and when your or his dog doesn't appear, he frowns.

"Baby," he calls again, raising an eyebrow curiously.

Finally, he hears the sound of your feet gently padding towards the room and he looks expectantly at the doorway with a small smile.

You pop your head in, eyes alight with sad anger that he can't seem to place.

"What's the matter?" he inquires softly, trying to hold back a yawn that scratches at his throat.

"Nothing fits," you whisper softly, looking down at your perfectly polished toes.

"C'mere," your boyfriend beckons, opening his arms widely for you.

You step into your shared bedroom, adoring a blood red cocktail dress that stuns the father of your child silent.

"Ah- Wh- You look amazing," he breathes, cupping your face when you get close enough.

"Yeah, right!" you guffaw, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest as you climb in the bed.

"What do you mean it doesn't fit, you look beautiful," he murmurs in your ear, drifting his fingers over your back where fabric is lacking.

"I look all… puffy and bloated," you reply, closing your eyes.

"You're pregnant, that's what happens," Guk tries to reason.

When you lift your head giving him a sour look, he quickly swallows.

It's too early to be incurring your hormonal wrath. He's gonna play it safe and just say every right thing he should

"Well, we don't have to go tomorrow if you don't want to," your boyfriend suggests, combing hair back behind your ear.

"How could you even say that?!" you whine, folding your arms as you sit up.

Guk blinks up at you, realizing that nothing he's going to say will actually matter at this moment. So, taking a note from how his father used to treat his mother, he runs his hands over your arms in a soothing motion looking up at you with soft eyes. "What do you want then, baby?"

"To not be fat and to go there and show those two fucks that I'm way better off without them," you hiss, knitting your eyebrows together.

"You're not fat and you are better off without them," Guk breathes, combing his fingers through his hair.

As he lays there before you, curling his muscular arms upwards with his chiseled chest and stomach on display, suddenly your irritation seems to be dwindling away. There's a boyish charm to him now that his usually styled hair is down in his eyes.

When he notices how you stare down at him, his tongue runs slowly over his lower lip, stopping to play with his lip ring. He chuckles softly, watching your face slowly settle into something different altogether.

Releasing the tendrils of his hair, he cups your backside. With the rise of an eyebrow, he tilts his head. "What's going on in that pretty mind?"

"Eat my pussy," you whine, laying back.

He can only guffaw at your choice of words.

"Aren't you just full of eloquent words this morning," Guk chuckles, crawling over you.

"It'll make me feel better," you whine, roaming your fingers over his inked chest.

"Whatever you want, baby," he whispers, kissing down the thin skin of your neck.

Sitting in the garden of your incredibly large home, you watch as Guk runs around with Hawking trying to give him as much exercise as possible.

Jimin sits beside you, nursing a glass of wine as you both continue to watch the little show.

You're surprised you found such a fast friendship with this man. For someone who seemed incredibly judgy to begin with he really isn't like that. It seems that Taehyung is the one that has a profound effect on him.

The pretty boy didn't accompany his best friend today when he arrived and you suspect it has something to do with the angry words from the other day.

You didn't tell Guk but you heard everything. You know that Tae doesn't like you. You know he has a hard time accepting you and what happened and for once, you understand.

You wouldn't like yourself either if you were in his shoes, sometimes you're surprised that Jimin likes you as much as he does.

With a loud, thought breaking sigh, the pretty escort catches your attention.

When you turn to him, he's already looking at you.

"What're you thinking about? Your eyebrows are all knit together," Chim inquires, pressing his thumb to the space between your brows and wiggling your muscles free.

You continue to watch Guk, seeing him laugh and smile with his puppy with child-like happiness.

"I'm thinking about the other day, when Taehyung was here," you announce, leaning back into your comfy chair.

"Oh God," the escort beside you breathes, turning away from you almost out of embarrassment.

There's silence for a moment. You are seemingly still, watching the father of your child with little care and Jimin is simply lost in thought at what he should say next.

"You heard then? You heard the little fight?"

"The mansion echoes when it's mostly silent," you reply, combing your hands through your hair.

The pretty boy beside you finishes his glass of wine with one quick gulp and you tilt your head at his sudden nervousness.

"What's the matter?" you ask softly, turning your body to look at him.

"I'm sorry you had to hear Tae talking like that… he's…" he finds himself lost for words.

"He loves Guk," you announce, looking back over at your boyfriend.

"Well… Not really… Sort of… I-" Jimin stammers, running his now sweating hands over the knees of his pants.

With your eyes not focused on him, the escort beside you finds it easier to speak. There's something about the determination and sternness in your eyes that sometimes shakes him to his core.

"Me and Tae…," he begins softly, practically whispering in hopes that his words don't get carried away by the gentle wind, "have been in a relationship for a few years already and… we both find Guk handsome and were going to ask him if he wanted to be a part of our relationship before you but then y'know he fell in love and I'm really happy for him but Tae still maybe feels sour about it."

"I see," you mumble, turning back to the pretty boy.

He gives you an embarrassed smile, refilling his cup headily.

Now that you think about it, it makes perfect sense.

"You guys are cute together," you whisper, drifting your fingers over your stomach.

"Thanks," he murmurs into his glass.

When Jeongguk smiles over at you, seemingly done with the exercise, you can only return it happily.

"Please don't tell him," Chim begs, pulling on your hand, "we aren't ready to share it with many people yet."

His eyes are huge and wide with worry and something inside of you stirs with sadness.

"Don't worry Chim, that's not my secret to tell," you promise, gently putting your hand over his.

Taking a deep, calming breath, he nods gratefully.

"Dinner time for my babies, c'mon," Guk coos, caressing your cheek as he passes you by into the house.

Laying back in your large bathtub, your arms lazily steady themselves on the chilly marble on either side of you and you stare off through the window on your right.

To be able to relax your aching body is incredibly welcome but your heart still hammers voraciously at the thought of tomorrow's encounter.

While you no longer have that dark pit within you that practically pleaded for revenge, you still can feel where it grew and how easily it would take over you.

You were so bitter and vicious for so long that it just always seemed like you were that way forever. But now that it's gone, you find yourself lost sometimes when you really think about it.

It's almost as if you're building your personality up again from the beginning.

Who are you?

What do you want?

What are you like?

All you know is Guk is making you the person you always should have been.

As soon as you think of him, he appears with a glass of red wine in hand.

"Hey, sweetheart," he whispers, stripping off his clothes to join you in the tub.

He sighs gratefully at the perfectly warm water and you can only smile at his handsome face

"What?" he chuckles, spreading his legs wider when you decide to cross the distance and cuddle up against him.

You shake your head softly, pressing your cheek into his dry chest and he sips his glass of wine like this interaction is one that always happens.

Something about Guk that you admire is his acceptance of things. You haven't cuddled much in your large bathtub before but he makes it seem like you've been doing it for years. He doesn't need to go out of his way to make things comfortable -- they just are.

"I wanted to talk to you," he murmurs, coasting his fingertips over your bare back

Lifting your face, you can see confusion brewing deep within his coffee irises and you sit up accordingly to give him your undivided attention.

"I wanted to talk to you about… about my job," Jeongguk breathes, looking down at you with a soft smile.

You can only nod, not really sure where he's going with this.

"I don't…" he begins, stopping himself to coarse a wet hand over his face, "... feel comfortable bringing a baby into the world with the job I have."

His words lay thick on the air, swirling around the marble bathroom before gently falling onto the large bubbles in your bath.

"Okay," you reply, tilting your head to hear more.

"I think I should quit and try to find something else. I'm not very… good at other stuff if it doesn't include theoretical physics but I can try to find something."

You can see now that he's thought about this. Although his words aren't fully strung together confidently, he knows what he wants to do.

As your significant other, as the father of your child, you respect him a great deal more than any other and you begin to think about this as well.

There's no animosity within your thoughts, you only want to find the perfect solution.

You don't care if he would continue to be an escort but he certainly does care and that's all that matters.

"Do you want to finish your degree?" you inquire softly and he sighs deeply at the thought.

"I don't have the money or the time. You're pregnant now. You and the baby come first, you know that," he replies, combing his hair back.

"Money isn't an issue. It's our money. How far off were you from graduating?"

"A year," he announces, chugging his wife like water.

You tilt your head softly and your boyfriend only shakes his head as if to get rid of the thought.

"I couldn't possibly do it right now. I'm not ready to take on all of that and the baby. Plus we're gonna get married… it would be a lot."

"You could be a stay at home dad," you suggest, knowing he'll simply roll his eyes at the thought.

Which he does.

When you giggle, he smiles wider. Guk curls an arm around your waist, tugging you close to him playfully.

"Or you could work at the wine company."

"Would Namjoon be the boss of me?" the father of your child asks, cupping the warm water and draping it over your chilly skin.

"Probably," you whisper, closing your eyes.

Your boyfriend scrunches up his face, already displeased with the thought.

"Well, let me just think about it. For now I just know I want to quit being an escort," Guk breathes.

You can only nod understandingly, laying back to let the warm water cover your body.

No matter what Jeongguk wants to do, you're behind him one hundred percent.

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At Your Service masterlist has been updated! Enjoy!

At Your Service Masterlist

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

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

Series Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Unexpected Pregnancy, Almost InstaLove, Instalust

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The Finding My Pack Masterlist has now been updated! You can find all of the chapters so far over on Patreon! Enjoy~!

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

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

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

Chapter 17.

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

Warnings For This Chapter: Breast Play, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Love Making, Pregnant Sex, Jeongguk Being Fuckin' Filthy, Praise, Begging, Creampie // Taehyung Acting Up As Per Usual

Jeongguk was only without you for a month but during that time he forgot what it was like to lay in bed with you.

He forgot how you cuddled close to him in the chilly mornings, burying your face into his chest with childlike stubbornness. He forgot how you almost always softly whinged when he kissed the top of your head to wake you up. And he almost forgot how beautiful and incredible it feels to have your limbs tangle with his in the wee hours of daybreak.

Now that he's moved into your mansion, now that he has all of his belongings here, he finds himself appreciating the mornings even more.

You're not as sick as you were when you first found out you were pregnant but you're still exhausted all the same. Nothing wakes you up anymore, your hormones make you lay in bed like a lump on a log until his child deems it acceptable to rouse awake.

Curling his hand around your flat stomach, his lips drift softly over your shoulder.

To know he's bringing a life into this world with the woman he adores more than anything makes him constantly euphoric day in and day out.

It's funny to think that in just two weeks he'll be accompanying you to the wedding he was hired to go to so long ago. It's almost as if everything is coming full circle.

Drifting his lips to your hair, his eyes squeeze shut. There's such peace here at this moment. There's a serenity that cannot be matched and he's simply basking in its wonder.

This mansion you explicitly used to shelter yourself from the outside world is a newly defined place that you'll be raising a little life. All of the meaningless emptiness of the grand estate will have child-like giggles and babbling.

Tracing his thumb over your swollen womb, your once again boyfriend thinks of all the possibilities within this home.

Your whinge alerts him that you're waking up and it brings a soft smile to his pierced lips.

When Hawking hears that noise, he jumps onto the bed with curious excitement and your boyfriend lifts his head with wide eyes as a warning. His dog, now your dog as well, is so big and goofy that he has no spacial awareness. And if something happens to you or the baby, Guk will never forgive himself.

"Mornin'," you murmur to the Great Dane who doesn't heed his owner's cautious look.

Burrowing his face into your breasts, you cringe visibly and Guk is sitting up in an instant.

"Come on, dude," he hisses, pushing the dog's face softly away from you.

"It's okay, he doesn't understand," you reply sweetly, kissing the top of Hawking's head.

Everything about you lately has been swelling and aching, it's uncomfortable to be sure.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," your boyfriend whispers.

"It's okay, really," you promise, turning towards him.

Jeongguk lays himself back down, giving you a smile that is devastatingly handsome. He's so in love, he's so excited to become a parent with you that it's readily apparent on his features.

"How're my babies?" he coos, combing some hair back behind your ear.

"Tired," you breathe, which makes him nod in turn, "hungry, achy, crampy, emotional. I could go on."

He chuckles then, the sound making your bones almost jello-like.

You haven't been up to wearing your nightgowns to bed lately, the fabric that goes over your breasts is too restricting. So when your boyfriend looks you over in full, he can't help the way that his tongue slowly licks over his bottom lip.

The darkened veins around your swollen tits makes him almost frenzied with wanting but he's been respectful since you took him back.

Cupping your chest with his large, warm hands, he kneads the swollen skin very softly with his fingers.

Your whine lets him know how much you adore it and suddenly he's disregarding his huge dog beside you to crawl over you.

He rests his backside on the balls of his feet working to soothe your aches and pains immediately. Your skin is hot under his hands, almost as if you have a fever just on your chest.

You groan softly, letting your head loll back at the simple relief.

"You're so beautiful, I love you so much," Guk avows.

"We love you too," you whisper through clenched teeth.

To say you've gotten used to being pregnant is an understatement. It took you a few days, surely, you were frightened and scared beyond all belief at first but your boyfriend has ingrained in you just how much he adores this and you and his baby. So, it didn't take you so long to come to terms that you're growing a life inside you.

Bending down, Guk presses soft kisses to your areola. When you gasp loudly, making Hawking jump with fright beside you, your boyfriend finds his cock stirring.

"Feels good, baby?" he hisses, wrapping his lips around your puffy, dark nipple.

He suckles gently, suddenly forgetting the need to calm your aches and pains. His hand toys with the stiffening peak, rolling it ever so slowly between his thumb and index finger.

"Daddy, God!" you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

"Mhm," he groans against your skin soothingly, flicking the tip of his tongue to your bud.

His free hand trails lazily over your side, stopping shortly to graze along your swollen womb before continuing on it's long path but before he can even get there you're yelping out like you're about to orgasm.

His eyebrows furrow and he suckles harder against you, pinching and rolling just that much more fervently and when his hand reaches the apex of your thighs, you scream his name with heady pleasure.

Your arousal squirts out of you and coats his hand, body trembling with satisfaction and he lifts his head with a curiously triumphant smile.

"Cumming just by your tits? That's new," he breathes, stroking at his cock.

Your juices make his long, hard cock slick and he positions himself at your entrance with a raised eyebrow.

"Can you handle this right now, baby?" he inquires softly, drifting his hand over your cheek.

With a whinge, your hands coast up his heavily inked arms. You stare up at him with heavily sated eyes that seem to twinkle with the need for more.

"Give it to me," you beg softly.

That's all he needs to hear.

Entering you slowly, his mouth drops open at the sheer warmth and wetness. Your cunt is like a fucking siphon around him and he lets out a strangled groan at the feeling.

His elbows purchase themselves over your shoulders and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you adjust to the intrusion of his thick cock.

"Your pussy feels so different," Guk whines against your lips, "feels so fucking good."

You hook your hand around the back of his head, needing him so close to you.

"I love you," you whisper, looking up at him with soft, needy eyes that makes his cock throb within you.

"I love you too," he promises, pulling out almost all the way before slowly thrusting back inside.

This isn't a rough fuck, this isn't a quick thing that horny lovers do. He sets a slow, deep pace that makes your loins quiver. He's making love to you. He's showering you with every ounce of passion that he can to show you how grateful he is that you're with child.

"Oh fuck!" you squeak out, feeling his lips trail from your lips to your jaw and downward.

He suckles at your nipples once again, adoring how your legs butterfly open for more. Your arousal is messy and abundant, earning the most pornographic noises as he fucks you diligently.

"You're so fucking incredible," Guk hisses, licking at your nipple until your back is bowing off the bed.

He takes this opportunity to curl his arm around you, pulling you closer to him as his strokes begin to quicken.

"O-Oh! Daddy!" you blubber out, combing your fingers through his hair.

"That's it, sweetheart. Good girl," he praises, suckling at your sensitive flesh harder.

Your nails scratch at his skin, leaning pretty red lines he'll surely be tracing with his fingers later in the day.

"I can't wait till your bigger, till I can set you on your knees and fuck you from behind like an animal. I'm gonna hold your belly so tightly while you throw it back to me like a little slut. Your swollen pretty tits are gonna leak milk everywhere, begging to mother my baby. Fuck," he hisses, fucking into you harder.

He doesn't know where those hopes and dreams came from but he's pretty sure they've been laying thick on his mind since the minute he got you into bed the first time.

His irises burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He believes what he's saying, he wants you to do every vile and nasty thing with your pregnant body that he can and it only brings you closer to the edge.

There's a bubble growing and growing within your loins, it's expanding at a rapid pace and when he sits up and flips you over like you weigh nothing, the explicit show of strength makes you almost want to fall off the precipice then.

His chest lays over your back, hand cupping your small, swollen womb. His lips tug at your earlobe and you can only cry out in a semblance of babbles as he begins to fuck you stupid.

"I'm gonna worship you and this pregnant belly until my last fucking day. I want you to walk around this mansion stark naked with your big stomach in your hands and my cum running down your fucking thighs," he hisses, nibbling at your skin softly.

There's a demon within him now, some sort of incredibly aroused being that you can't help but want to bend your will to.

"Y-Yes, daddy! Please!"

"Yeah?" your boyfriend coos sweetly, "you want that? You want me to fuck your little pregnant cunt everyday? You want to drip with me everywhere you go? You want to hold your belly for me while you suck my cock or take it deep inside you?"

You nod incessantly, sobbing as his hand hooks around to the apex of your thighs. He rubs short, quick circles to your swollen clit, groaning at how tight you're getting around him.

You like this too apparently, you love the imagery, much like him.

"Fuck, throw it back to me, baby," he hisses, lifting himself off of your back.

His free hand slowly coasts over your spine while the other continues it's diligent work between your legs.

With every stroke he gives, you meet it and he moans loudly at the feeling. His head lolls back at the euphoria of it all and when he hooks his hand around your waist to pull you back even faster, you can't help the bubble within you as it's about to explode.

"Fuck, I feel it. That's my girl! Let go," Jeongguk praises, spreading your legs wider with his knees.

With a loud whimper, your body lets go. Your orgasm feels like shards of ice upon your body and you can barely register the slew of curses your boyfriend strings together behind you.

"Oh holy fucking shit," he whines, fucking you harder and faster until his thrusts become stunted and shorter.

With a deeply bassed groan, he spills his seed inside of you.

"My God," he sighs softly, pulling out slowly and laying down beside you.

He opens his arms and smiles as you immediately coddle to him, laying your face down on his chest.

"I love you," he whispers, running his hand over your womb.

"I love you too," you murmur, deeply sated.

As you begin to draw random shapes onto his chiseled chest, he stares down at you with adoration slowly creeping into his bones.

You, the mother of his baby, how deeply he fucking loves you.

"One, two, three," Guk counts, groaning loudly as he and his two best friends begin to set up gym equipment in the basement he didn't even know you owned.

You're giving him free reign within this mansion now. You're really starting to come to terms with sharing your life with him.

"Still don't like it," Tae murmurs, looking around the pristine basement.

"Oh my God, give it a rest!" Jimin hisses, setting down the rowing equipment.

Jeongguk has gotten used to ignoring the pretty boy lately. Nothing ever seems good enough for him anymore.

"She fucking lied to him! She withheld that she was fucking pregnant!"

Guk turns away from the both of them, grabbing his water.

"She was confused! She was scared! Christ, imagine you were a girl and you got pregnant so soon! How would you feel?!" Chim gripes back, folding his arms.

"I am not her!" Taehyung hisses, his voice slowly getting louder and louder with each word, "if she was fucking smart, she would have told him from the fuckin beginni-"

Jeongguk sighs loudly, spinning around and pressing his forearm against his best friend's chest until he backs him up into the wall. His eyes are wide with anger and ferocity.

"You are raising your voice in the mother of my baby's house. You're talking shit when she's right fucking upstairs. She was scared and nervous! Don't you think for a fucking second that I won't kick your ass where you stand just because we're friends! I'm sick of your shitty attitude, dude. I'm spending the rest of my life with this woman! Have some goddamn respect. If you wanna bitch and complain you can take it outside this fucking house and away from me! I'm sick of it."

Jimin puts his hand delicately on your boyfriend's arm, watching it shake with anger and fury.

"I said it's enough," Guk hisses finitely, letting Taehyung go.

The pretty boy fixes his shirt immediately after being let go, rolling his eyes at the sudden flair of anger.

"Y'know," the father of your child grunts, grabbing a beer from the new mini fridge beneath the bar you've only just installed yesterday, "Tae, you're one of the biggest fucking hypocrites I know. If you had one ounce of understanding in your body, you'd see just how fucked up you've been. You always complain about Y/N, about others and how if you were that person how differently you'd do things. Well guess what? You're not them. So shut the fuck up. I'm goddamn tired of you acting like you're the king of the universe and you never do any wrong. It's annoying."

Jimin clears his throat softly, nudging the pretty boy who simply huffs out and folds his arms.

"So you don't like it when I speak my mind? We're friends. Isn't that what friends do? Listen?" Taehyung counters, sitting down on the rowing equipment.

Guk snorts into the beer can as he takes a sip. He shakes his head softly, knowing that nothing he says will get through to his older friend no matter how much he tries. "Just keep your comments about my girl to yourself from now on. Or you'll regret it."

"Guk-" Jimin begins only to be cut off by the pretty boy.

"Oh yeah? And how will I regret it?"

"You'll lose the chance to ever see my baby grow up. I'm going to be a father, I have to make decisions that are right for me and my family."

Tae simply freezes, tilting his head to the youngest's threat. "That's vile."

"You're being vile towards my-"

"Gukkie?"

Your boyfriend's head snaps up and he's standing in an instant to greet you as you descend down the basement stairs.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmurs, walking over to you and placing both of his hands on your side.

"Are you okay?" you inquire, running your hands softly over his inked bare chest.

"Yeah! We're fine down here. What's wrong?" he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"I heard yelling," you whisper, looking up at him with doe-like, sweet eyes.

Just the sight kills him and he doesn't know how Taehyung could ever say anything bad about you.

"Oh, no, baby don't worry. We're alright down here. The boys are gonna leave soon and then I'm gonna make dinner for us," he coos softly, coursing a sweet hand over your cheek.

"Don't rush on my account. I'm just gonna go relax in the garden for a bit."

"How do you feel? Should you be laying down?" Guk asks sweetly, already forgetting the other two men in the room.

"I don't feel sick so I want to walk around for a while," you answer him, looking over at Jimin and Taehyung to give them a soft smile.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you're feeling alright," your boyfriend breathes, smiling down at you with his pearly whites.

You kiss his cheek softly before beginning your ascent back upstairs and he turns to his two friends.

"Thank you for helping me set up the gym, you're both more than welcome to come over and use it if you keep the mother of my baby's name out of your fucking mouths."

"I didn't say anything!" Jimin gasps, widening his eyes.

"Good, don't," Guk hisses, folding his arms.

Taehyung simply shakes his head, standing up off of the bench and rolling his eyes.

"What's your problem now?!" Chim groans, lolling his head back.

"Nothing," Tae replies, heading up the stairs and out of sight.

Your boyfriend simply holds up his hands, shaking his head. "He's really sensitive for someone that bitches about others constantly."

Jimin can only hum in agreement, chasing after the pretty boy with a sigh.

If there's one thing that Guk will do, he'll fight for you time and time again without any care for others.

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

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

Chapter 16.

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

Namjoon isn't much of a talker the escort realized as they drove silently through the streets. The only semblance of sound was the old fifties music in the background that somehow fit the blonde haired man to a T.

The silence did however give Guk time to think. He realized after the first few minutes in the car that Joon was basically a steel vault that couldn't be pried open for anything. He's loyal to you. And while your ex can respect that, he still finds it irritating.

What must you be hiding?

What is going on?

How did you do a complete one eighty on him like this? He clearly hasn't done anything wrong. Unless loving you is the worst sin of man.

It didn't take long for the car to pull up to your community gates and as he slid down behind the front two seats of the car, his heart began to hammer thick and sickly within his chest.

You'll be furious to see him. He knows that. You went through so much effort to keep him away.

You're gonna yell and scream. You might even throw something.

But he just needs to see you. He needs an explanation, goddammit.

With the mere shake of his head, he waited patiently until the gates were open and the car crept on by the guard station.

"Get up," Namjoon announced, "We're here."

The blonde man carelessly opens the front door with your not so hidden key and it irritates Guk to no end knowing just how easily he does this. He's done this many times it seems.

The first thing your ex hears is screaming opera, it violents his senses and he almost out of instinct covers his ears.

Joon simply rolls his eyes, ushering in the escort and folding his arms.

Your co-worker leans in just close enough to be able to shout in your ex-boyfriend's ear.

"Go upstairs and turn down the music, it's how she knows someone's here!" he hollers.

When Jeongguk pulls away, Namjoon is already turning on his heel to go out to the garden, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

How many times has the escort rushed up these familiar marble stairs? How many times has his heart pounded, echoing through his chest with radiant joy to turn down the music and get your attention?

It won't be the same. You'll come out to see who it is and when you actually see it's him, you're gonna go bananas.

The escort's feet are heavy as he moves, contemplation enveloping him with little care.

Just to be able to see you again… God, he can't even truly process his excitement.

He doesn't know what emotion he's feeling the strongest but as his foot hits the first step of the stairs… Fright wins.

His skin begins to sing with goosebumps and he combs his fingers through his hair like some sort of nervous tick.

The opera doesn't seem to help, if anything it makes the pounding of his heart times perfectly with each screech of vocals.

He takes a shaky breath, gripping onto the railing with enough force to crush mere metal.

His feet are sluggish and heavy but he ascends nonetheless.

Just knowing in a mere minute he will see you again, blooms the butterflies in his stomach once more.

Finally, he's on the second floor and Guk has to wipe his sweaty hands on his black jeans.

"Y/N," he hisses under his breath, reaching for the sound system.

With his heart thumping in his ears, he lowers the music and he turns accordingly to the long hallway of doors.

There's a moment of waiting that seems like it's forever until you emerge from the office he once helped furnish.

Your eyes are on the floor until they slowly raise to take in the escort in his entirety.

You're wearing an old hoodie of his, it's baggy on you with colorful letters of the alphabet stitched haphazardly onto the white fabric. It was always one of your favorites, you even voiced it to him the day before sending him away.

Your eyes become vulnerable and your nostrils flare as if you're trying to quell your need to burst out in tears. It's almost as if you're looking at a ghost.

Standing just feet away from you is a man with such love and adoration still present on his face.

"Y/N," Guk breathes, swallowing thickly.

He expects the anger, the shouting, the random objects thrown at him. But you simply walk back into the office.

"Y/N?" he inquires again.

His feet move on their own and within seconds he's standing in the doorway as you lay down on the couch.

You simply stare lifelessly at the carpet, gripping the teddy bear he bought you within your arms.

Suddenly all that fear and all the anxiety melts away within him and he sits down on the carpet before you silently.

Guk just stares at you, taking in every inch of your tired face. He memorizes the way your eyes close and the way your bottom lip tucks between your teeth to peel away skin nervously.

"Hi, sweetheart," he whispers softly, leaning back on his hands and watching how your knees draw inward into a fetal position.

When you hear his voice so clearly, your eyes squeeze shut.

Tears well up at the sides and coast down your cheeks. Your nose becomes darker and redder with raw emotion causing you to sniffle helplessly.

All the confusion and all the angry questions he has simply melt into concern. He knows now that he will sit with you for hours on end without any care for his real self. You don't even need to speak, just being close to you is enough.

But he does decide to say the three words that he never told you aloud. He needs to tell them to you while you're awake because even if you do end up sending him away again at least you'll know.

"I love you," Guk whispers.

Your tears become faster, your soft cries become louder, almost wails and you throw yourself off of the couch to hold him needily.

He opens his arms for you, burying his face in your hair as you hug him tightly.

The escort's eyes burn at the raw emotion and he sobs softly hugging you with all the strength he can muster.

All of the pain, all the sorrow, all the confusion, it pours out of him in wet, salty fat tears.

"Y/N," he cries loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as he takes in the familiar scent of cherry blossoms from your hair.

You bury your face into his neck then, not wanting to let him go ever again.

You've needed him so much over the past month and you know that sending him away is the worst thing you could have ever done.

"I love you," you whimper softly.

Even over his cries he hears those words and he looks up at the ceiling as his body racks harder with emotion.

Jeongguk wasn't expecting this. He wasn't expecting this to be so easy and heartfelt but maybe the month away from him has changed you in some way.

It feels like forever and a simple second that he holds you tightly on the black Persian rug but when you pull away he gets the sudden fear that you're going to tell him to leave.

"Don't send me away," he begs, cupping your face with warm hands, "I love you, baby. Don't leave me again. Tell me what's going on. Let me help you."

You can see the fright in his eyes, darting back and forth with shaky pupils as he looks up at you.

You're slow to stand up and he sits up accordingly, dragging his fingers over his wet, tear streaked cheeks.

You seem to contemplate his words for a mere moment and when you extend a hand to him, he takes it immediately.

"Baby?" he inquires softly, following you out of the office.

The opera seems to echo off the hallways walls as you continue down toward rooms Guk knows to be empty.

When you stop in front of one of the rooms at the far end of the hallway, you simply fold your arms and nod towards the door.

"What is it?" he inquires, grabbing ahold of the door handle.

You simply nod again, turning your back to the sight of it when he begins to crack it open.

His eyebrows furrow and he enters the room with his breath caught in his throat.

As he steps inside the multitude of boxes makes his eyebrow flicker up and he inspects them as he gets closer.

The words stamped on the sides of the boxes with black outlinings show exactly what's inside and he has to prop himself upright on one of the large sturdier boxes because his knees almost give out at the sight.

He opens his mouth to call your name but only a sob can breach past his lips. And all over again he's an emotional mess.

He cries softly, slowly setting himself down on the floor.

The boxes for the crib and the changing table begin to blur before his eyes and when he turns to the doorway he sees you leaning against the door jamb with hopelessness etched all over your face.

Within an instant, he springs up onto his feet. The escort barrels over towards you, grasping your face between both hands and smothering you with a deep kiss that seems to make even your frigid stance go soft.

Guk cries against your lips, hugging you closely to his body and for once you're really truly frozen in place.

Then once the shock begins to dissipate, a ball of fresh flaring anger forms inside of the man you love. He pulls back just far enough to narrow his eyes at you.

"Don't you dare ever send me away again, do you hear me? Don't you dare make decisions for our baby by yourself," he hisses, pressing his forehead to yours.

Just hearing the words you've tried so hard to ignore makes you shiver and you can only nod against him sullenly.

Jeon Jeongguk knows you. He probably knows you better than your own self at this point and he speaks every word clearly to calm any nervousness in your heart.

"Yes, this baby is early for us. Yes, we didn't plan this but we didn't do anything to stop it either. I don't love you less because you're pregnant with my child. I'm not angry that you're pregnant. You don't get to send me away because you're fucking scared. Do you understand me? You don't get to make decisions like that on your own. You fucking know how much I love you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you," Guk enunciates, staring deeply into your eyes.

When your eyes flutter shut, he clicks his teeth sternly.

"C'mere," he whispers, pulling you back into his loving embrace.

Did he think he would be having a child? No.

Did he want children right at this exact moment? Not really.

But does he still love you and this baby more than anything in the world? Always, yes.

"I'm sorry," you breathe into his leather jacket.

He shakes his head softly, laying his cheek on your hair. "Don't be sorry."

"I'm scared," you mumble.

"So am I," he replies honestly, drifting his fingers over your back, "But we're gonna do this and we're gonna be such good parents."

You can only sigh then, letting his words thrust the reality you've been avoiding for a month back into your bones.

"Do you have a picture of my baby or what?" Guk asks, pulling away to give you a smile.

"Yeah," you bleat, looking over the room.

"Well show me," he chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

The thing you adore about Guk is how understanding and immediately willing he is to take any situation on his shoulders.

He's already come to terms with this while for this whole month you've barely been able to process what the doctor told you.

You've been scared of Guk, scared of yourself, scared of anything and everything because it's so far out of your comfort zone.

But now, with him being supportive, you might just have a sliver of hope blooming within the recesses of your chest.

He takes your hand, intertwining your fingers gently as you lead him back down the hallway towards the bedroom you once shared.

"Am I moving in or do you want to co-parent separately?" Jeongguk asks, looking around the mansion that hasn't changed at all.

You stop in your tracks, almost confused by his question. There are so many things that have to get sorted out and you've been hiding away from them all.

"Y-You can move in," you breathe, looking back at him.

You don't want to do this without him. Even though it was bitchy enough that you left him without a leg to stand on for the past thirty days.

"Okay, good," he whispers, kissing your forehead.

"And we c-can get married," you suggest softly, looking down at your feet.

"I'm not marrying you with that kind of proposal," he teases, hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you close, "Where's you on one knee with my engagement ring? You don't even have to give me a ring. Where's my protein bar?"

For the first time in a month you find yourself laughing and Guk's smile at the sound says it all. He's really in this with you. He's really here forever.

"I don't have either," you sigh.

"Well, I'm gonna have to change that. Before I even move in I need a stock of protein bars to keep me satisfied," he chuckles, pulling you towards the bedroom.

"How's Hawking?" you inquire, stepping into the bedroom.

"He misses you, misses your cuddles. Like me," the escort says truthfully, sitting down on your bed and laying back.

"He can move in too," you offer sweetly.

Guk tilts his head to you, watching as you open up the ornate black side drawer. When you pull out a thick picture his throat becomes terse and he can only swallow thickly to try and relieve it.

He opens up his hands to you, waiting patiently as you scurry over.

The escort taps his thighs, waiting for you to straddle him like all those times before you were gone from his side. You crawl over him, laying the picture on his chest and looking down nervously.

When he picks up the picture, he can only take a sharp breath between his teeth from the shock.

The baby is so small in the photo, he almost has to squint to see it. But it's there, as plain as day in black and white.

"Jesus Christ," he croaks out, drifting his thumb over the small little life form in the picture.

When he looks back up at you again, he can see your glassy eyes once more and he immediately coddles you. Sitting up, he wraps his arms around you tightly, pressing his lips to your temple.

"We're gonna be just fine, baby. I promise. I love you and you love me and we're gonna love our baby and do our best," the escort whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

You can only nod childishly, sniffling softly at his words.

He lays back down, pulling at the hem of his sweatshirt you adorn. His hands coast over your skin, settling on your sides and he nods to you. "Take it off, lemme see my baby."

Just his words send such emotion through you and you comply within seconds. Taking off the fabric, there's no real change to your body so far but Guk knows you so intimately that he can tell you're swollen.

He lays you down softly, pecking your lips sweetly as if to assure you it's okay.

"You look beautiful," he avows, kissing down your stomach and your hands clench nervously at the feeling.

Guk opens your hands with his, intertwining them gently and when he reaches your womb an unexpected sob tears through him. He didn't even know he was ready to cry again until he just does.

He presses his trembling lips to your womb and you simply relax beneath him.

His eyes squeeze shut and he can only let out a shaky sigh.

Your body is warm beneath him and soft like the first day he ever got to touch you. And he knows he will never have a more intense love than this right here before him.

"I love you," he says simply, looking up at you and drying his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I love you, too," you reply, swallowing thickly.

He pulls away just a fraction, looking down at your stomach that shows no signs of change yet and he smiles. "And I love this kid."

You give him a warm smile, the apology you want to relay thick on your tongue. Jeongguk can see it in your eyes and he simply wrinkles his nose sweetly at you.

"Don't," he whispers, crawling up the bed to pull you into his arms, "We just forget it. Yeah? We just forget and move on. We look to the future now."

You cuddle up against him, closing your eyes and hugging him around the waist, clinging to him.

"It's gonna be a boy," he mumbles, closing his eyes.

"You think so?" you whisper.

"Oh yeah, I can't handle a little girl like you. She's gonna hold my heart and make me spoil her to no end," the escort laughs, leaning back against the headboard.

Even though the month apart was tortuous and strained, now that you're together again it's almost like it never happened. You don't want it to happen again and even if you have to change your whole being to make sure you're ready… You will.

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At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

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

Chapter 15.

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

"I fucking knew something like this was gonna happen again!" Taehyung hisses venomously as both he and Jimin stare down at Guk who hasn't gotten off the couch all day.

"Tae…" Chim murmurs softly, nudging him the ribs.

The escort's cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes are bloodshot with red rims signifying the lack of sleep he's gotten for the past few days.

"No! Look at him! I knew this shit was gonna happen! He looks like he's been fucking shot!" the tallest shouts, knocking Jimin's hand away.

"I know it seems bad right now but maybe they can patch it up, you k-"

"Are you fucking kidding me, man? You got wrapped up in her little play too, huh?! That bitch-"

Within a second Jeongguk is off the couch and gripping the neck of the older man's shirt with eyes that come alive with fierceness and molten anger. "Watch what you fucking say about her in my house!"

Chim takes a step back, blinking at how fast the youngest moved.

Taehyung isn't afraid of the confrontation, his smirk is almost bitter and sad for the man before him.

"I want to say I told you so badly. You have no idea," he mumbles, wrapping his hand around the escort's fist.

"Get the fuck outta my house," Jeongguk hisses, shoving Tae back with a force that makes his heels dig into the carpet below before laying back down on the couch to stare off into space some more.

"I bet you would even get back with her if she asked you too! You have no backbone, Guk! You don't even understand how absolutely wrong she is for this!"

The tallest is right in that sense, if you just called Guk or texted him he would go running to you wherever you are. Somehow your ex-boyfriend feels as if this isn't real.

You wouldn't push him away like this, you wouldn't leave him alone without any explanation if you weren't frightened. The doctor must have told you something awful. Maybe you can't face reality, yet. Or maybe you don't want to face it because then whatever it is might become real.

"What're you gonna do, Gukkie? You can't stay in this apartment forever staring at your phone," Jimin asks with a soft, soothing voice.

The escort continues to stare at his coffee table and simply shrugs when Chim crouches before him making eye contact.

"God, I can't believe the women you pick," Tae guffaws, folding his arms once more.

Jeongguk feels like a mere shell at this point, every step he takes feels like he's crawling farther and farther away from you.

He can barely even think anymore, his thoughts are always solely on you. When they're not on you, he thinks about what he's done wrong.

It's been two weeks since you blocked him from you. Everyday feels like it's longer than the last.

He wishes he would have told you how much he loves you instead of whispering it in the dead of night while you slept. Maybe if he told you how much you mean to him, you would have been brave enough to not push him away. Jimin constantly tells him to stop dwelling on it but it seems almost impossible.

"You have a job," Jimin announces, busting through the apartment door.

"What?" the escort hisses, lifting his head lazily off of the couch.

"You have a job," his best friend enunciates, throwing a pair of black jeans that are piled up on the floor at his head.

If you were to see the state of your ex-boyfriend's apartment right now, you would drop dead. It's quite simply a mess.

"I didn't take a job. So no, I don't," Guk hisses, tossing the jeans off of his thigh with a rough hand.

"Applehyme wants you and only you. And me being the great guy I am told her that you'd do it so here we are. Now get dressed, you gotta be there in thirty minutes."

The escort lets his eyes flutter closed and he can't think of anything else but wanting his couch to swallow him whole. Even Hawking is staring at him with curious, sad eyes and it rips through his limbs like butter.

Applehyme only goes to one restaurant and as annoying and crude as she is… Namjoon also goes to that restaurant to get you food.

Maybe if Guk goes, he'll see your coworker. And if he sees your coworker, he can hound him to fess up what's going on with you.

As all of this works itself out in his brain, he stands up in a flash.

"Thirty minutes?" he inquires, heading off to the bathroom.

"Thirty," Chim agrees, throwing himself down on the couch.

Jeongguk finds these restaurants way too dim. It's almost as if everyone is sticking to the shadows around him while he sits at a brightly lit table with older women swarming him like some kind of plague.

He has to squint just to see ten feet from the table but the prospect of seeing Namjoon is too hard to miss.

He takes the thigh touching with a grain of salt. Miranda Applehyme seems to never keep her hands to herself but when she's paying such an exorbitant amount to do it… he never complained.

"You've missed a few of our luncheons, Jeongguk. We were wondering when we would see you again," one of the fellowship announces.

The escort has never paid attention to any of these women's names and he's not about to start now.

"Oh… Yeah," he breathes, sitting up straighter when the doors open, "I've been busy."

These women are very bad at understanding social cues, especially when they feel like they're above everyone else. They don't understand that Guk couldn't give a bigger fuck and they really can't understand that he isn't paying a lick of attention.

Your ex physically deflates when the person that enters isn't Namjoon and he shakes his head minutely at the disappointment of it all.

It was a small chance to see him and an even smaller chance to get him to talk but he had to take it.

He needs to understand what's going on.

With a sigh, he turns his attention back to his now cold plate of food and he pushes the chicken around with his fork like a child.

"Are you alright?" Miranda inquires, pushing her bangs softly away from her eyes.

"Yeah… I'm fine," he whispers, giving her a polite smile.

The afternoon with the mothball fellowship felt longer than most days and when it's finally over the escort takes a large relieving breath.

He holds open the car door for Miranda as she climbs into her Bentley and with a sullen smile, he politely nods to her.

It isn't even two seconds later when a nice, posh car rolls into the lot and as Mrs. Applehyme opens her mouth to speak, Guk slams the door shut.

Namjoon slowly makes his way out of his car in a nicely pressed three piece suit and your ex practically fumbles his own feet as he advances at your coworker.

"Oh God," Joon whines, catching sight of the man before him.

"Explain!" Guk snaps, grabbing at the lapels of his suit.

Jeongguk isn't the only one with muscle and within a second your coworker barrels towards hjm and shoves him up against the side of the restaurant with narrowed eyes.

"Listen to me, she does not want to see you. Do you understand me? She does not want to speak to you. Leave her alone."

The words are like bullets to your ex and he seemingly slumps, almost limply, within Namjoon's grasp. When your coworker promised he'd get to the bottom of this. Guk stupidly assumed the taller blonde man would just fix everything but that's clearly not the case.

Joon pulls away sharply, fixing his suit with a huff.

"Well… wh-what's wrong with her?" Guk inquires softly, running his hands over his face.

Your coworker sighs loudly, having to look away from the man he's broken with such few words. He wants to tell him so badly but… he promised you. "She's not dying, I can tell you that much."

The escort's eyes flutter shut and Joon takes a step away to look at your ex in his entirety. He's fucking messy, although he's masking it well, the bags under his eyes tell it all.

Joon has loved you for so many years, longer than this fucking guy but he's not the one you need right now. He knows that.

You find very little comfort in his presence and you don't speak to him or anyone to try and shut the world away.

"Let's get a drink, c'mon," Namjoon sighs, heading toward the restaurant and pocketing his hands.

"A drink?!" the escort guffaws, widening his eyes as he watches the blonde man walk away.

"That's what I explicitly said. Yes."

The restaurant's bar is posh and completely filled with well off business men that have little care for anything in the entire world.

With a sigh, Guk picks up his whisky and watches as Namjoon rolls up his sleeves. The expression on the blonde man's face is one of exhaustion.

Huffing out, your coworker leans back into his chair with a groan.

"Y/N has been working so hard the past few days that it's running everyone else into the ground,"Joon announces, lifting his glass of wine.

Just to hear the way the man speaks your name, to see the adoration through his tired mocha irises makes Guk want to spit on the ground.

The blonde man notices the tension and anger in an instant but all he does is simply cross his legs confidently.

"I've know Y/N for a long fucking time. So long that… it sometimes feels like I've known her forever," Namjoon whispers, looking down into his glass. He doesn't know what he's going to say but he needs to say something.

The escort leans back into his chair, nursing the whiskey as he keeps his eyes on the older man.

"When I first met her… I grew a crush on her immediately. She was mean and vicious but she did it with poise and flare. I've been in love with her for years and she's never given me the time of day… But when you came along it was almost like it didn't even take you a week for her whole personality to change. Then I realized… I was never right for her. She looks at me like I'm some sort of background character and I'll never actually have a chance with her. I could try for seven more years and she'll never reciprocate because she doesn't care for me. I don't know if she would even call me a friend after all this time."

Guk simply watches Joon's inner monologue bleed forth from his lips like he's been dying to say this for ages.

Your coworker combs his fingers through his hair, completely at odds with what to do next. He's taking a lot on his shoulders and he's not even your significant other.

It's almost parasocial in a way.

Guk sighs softly, letting the burn of the whisky soothe his nerves.

What are you going through?

"Does she hate me? Why is she doing this?" your ex inquires hopelessly.

With a frown, Namjoon guzzles down the expensive wine. He shakes his head slowly as if he's trying to figure out exactly what he wants to do and say.

"I can't help her like you can. She doesn't… I'm not the one that she needs," your coworker breathes.

"So what're you saying?" the escort inquires, setting down his now empty glass.

"My car has black out windows so if you sit in the backseat then when I pull up to her gates the guards won't see you," Joon announces, setting his glass down and standing up.

"What?" Guk breathes, tilting his head.

"Just be quiet and follow me," the older man mumbles, rolling his eyes, "she's gonna fucking kill me, man."

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